A/N: Mwaahahahahhaha...lmao. Next chapter dudes.

She walked into OPA still carrying the papers she had taken with her from the white house. She was actually a little surprised but even more relieved to see that Huck wasn't in his cave. She needed a moment to herself before starting to take on the rest of the day. Actually it was almost noon, so it surprising to see that the space was empty.

She made her way towards her office thinking that it was empty. As she got closer she could clearly see Abby resting on her couch reading something. She was not expecting her to be there. Yes, the woman had told her that she did not think that she wanted to work for the white house anymore and Fitz and Cyrus both had informed her that she had turned in her resignation. She had thought that Abby was opting to take some time off to rethink things after showing up at her door step nearly three weeks ago yelling at her about how all she does is ruin people. They had talked more that night and she had expressed all the feelings she was having when it came to having a baby under the current circumstances. Abby had agreed and told her she understood then went on to profess her shared disdainful obsession with the life style they were in.

She opened the door slowly, still trying to figure out why the woman was there.

"Abby?" she asked skeptically.

The red head looked up at her and smiled after seeing it was her.

"Oh hey Liv," she said nonchalantly, as if neither of them had ever missed several months of entering the building they were currently standing in. "You need to look at this magazine," she went back to flipping the pages, "it has some really good ideas for nursery themes really nice baby stuff."

Okay, so this is what her being here was all about. She was relieved to finally have an answer for the woman's presence but if she was honest, she was even more relieved to have someone to obsess with over her unborn child, though she was sure they were mostly obsessing in the opposite direction.

"Where you able to get any news on Jake before you left the white house?" she asked her.

Abby sat the magazine down as she saw the polite pleasant conversation she had tried to start to put her expecting friend in a better mood had already taken a left turn. "No," standing from the couch, "they have everything regarding Jake and the president's son's death under lock and key."

She saw a disappointed look cross Olivia's face. "But maybe we might be able to get a little more out of Cyrus if we threaten to expose him for prostitution."

Olivia's head snapped her way, eyes wide and confused. "What?"

"Well not prostitution himself," Abby corrected. "Ew, that wouldn't be profitable."

"Abby, get to the point," Olivia objected having a similar disturbed look as Abby as the woman's words forced an unexpected and unwelcomed picture of Cyrus prostituting himself out.

"He's been soliciting a prostitute," she finished plan and simple.

"How do you know this?" Olivia asked with furrowed brow. She was interested at both a personal level, as Cyrus was her friend and at a business level, since it was possibly information that she could use to blackmail said friend into giving her the information that she wanted.

Abby went on to explain to her all of the evidence that she had to support her claim, which left her pretty much convinced. They had talked for at least an hour and she hadn't realized that the time had gotten away from her. She had to be at the airport to pick up Anna in thirty minutes.

"Anna?" Abby asked after hearing her thoughts she hadn't realized she had made verbal. "Anna Banana?"

This caused Olivia to smile. She hadn't called Anna that in years, and had forgotten that they used to call her that.

She and Anna had really had a sibling type relationship, rather or not they wanted to admit it at times. Even though their relationship had grown rocky after Olivia graduated from high school and left the younger girl behind, it didn't really start to go to hell until Olivia was at least half way through law school. Well, if she was honest it had gone to hell a lot earlier than that, but they had recovered from it, or so they thought and it wasn't something that she liked to actively think about. It was enough that it intrusively evaded her subconscious daydreams as often as it did. But by the time they had effectively stopped talking to each other; though that probably wasn't the best way to put it as they never really stopped talking. It was more of an agreement to ignore each other to keep from experiencing pain. Some people went through things together and it drew them closer together, and for some people it drove them apart. She and Anna had a mix of that. They had grown very close to each other throughout their childhood and young adult years. It was an unbreakable bond. And that bond came in the form of a double edged sword that was fixed between them that they both kept impaling themselves on every time they tried to reach for each other.

She hadn't seen Anna since, she had to think…since a few months before she signed on to be Fitz's campaign manager for his first campaign run. They would talk…occasionally. But they were never distant from each other. Every time they talked, it was as if they had never gone a day without talking to each other, but there was always a hidden tension. It was an unspoken rule that they did not broach certain subjects with each other. The only way she could think to describe it was like word jinga, their relationship was a fragile tower and the wrong words could take them down a path that led to them taking turns plucking out blocks until that tower came crashing down. But, so far, they had always been able to rebuild their tower, no matter how scuffed up or cracked the bricks were.

Abby had met Anna while they were in law school. At that time they were fairly close and the girl came to visit her often as she tried to navigate young adulthood and make it through college. Anna wasn't that much younger than her but there was a difference between a second year law student and a third year college student as Anna had had to set out a year for various reasons she also didn't like to discuss. She had first added the unwanted rhyming fruit to the girls name when they were in high school and she had taken to following her around like a pesky younger sibling would do. Anna hadn't liked it then, but found it to be endearing as she loved Olivia and could tell that it wasn't meant to be mean spirited. She really started to hate it when she would go to visit Liv while she was in college. She and her friends would tease her as she was just a teenager, technically still under the rule of her parents or whichever adult was deemed to be in charge of her at the time and they were newly freed of this confinement. It became more annoying to the young girl anyways. And Olivia had noticed, and though she had laid off somewhat, she had still used it as a tool of pressing Anna's button which is how Abby had come to know about it. Anna was extremely pissed when Olivia and her friends would gang up on her calling her Anna Banana like she was a child. It wasn't the name itself, or that it did imply she was a child compared to them, which she wasn't. It was the fact that she had asked Olivia to stop, and she hadn't. Instead Olivia used her annoyance as a source of amusement for her and her friends. And she didn't like it, a fact she made clear one of the last times she had come to visit and told them all to go fuck themselves, particularly singling out Olivia. This is a good example of their relationship, something seemingly childish setting them off just because it involved the other person.

"Let's try not to bring that up," Olivia told Abby with a smile. Though she still liked the term and liked that it reminded her of days when they were both happier and more innocent, that was one of those bricks that made their tower fragile. She began gathering her things preparing to head to the airport.

"I'll come with," Abby announced following Olivia to the door. This caused Olivia to turn and give her a questioning look. "What? I haven't seen Anna in a while, I want to see her. I miss hanging out with her."

This caused a small smile to appear on Olivia's face before she turned back towards the door, allowing Abby to follow her. That was the one thing about Anna, nearly everyone that knew her loved her. And if they didn't, it was mostly because of her direct attitude. That attitude was what drew people to her, but much like with Olivia, if someone pushed the wrong buttons they would quickly grow to hate her for it. Olivia attacked situations and bad judgments that people made to break them down. With Anna, it was similar, but different. It was like she would observe all of the character flaws and try to accept them in a person, holding her piece until something happened that caused her to snap. Then she would hit every weakness she had come to know with every flaw that she had observed about the person. Come to think of it, she was a lot like Olivia. It was just that she didn't do it to manipulate situations, she did it just to simply get it off her chest and as she would say, expose the person to themselves, whatever that meant.

Olivia got on the elevator and quickly turned around with a worried look on her face. "What?" she was almost afraid to ask.

"Liv, I know you guys are family, but I call dibs on godmother. I really want to be the godmother," she stated with a pleading look.

Olivia shook her head and rolled her eyes, dismissing the comment, but Abby didn't budge.

"You can be the godmother Abby," she said, trying to get the woman on the elevator, she was already going to be late. It did the job as the red head smiled and got on the elevator gleefully. She had almost forgotten about the baby. She silently dismissed the idea that trying to forget about the baby was the reason she had decided to occupy her mind with work again. That wasn't why she had gone back to work, nope. Now all she had to do was keep telling herself that she wasn't trying to avoid the subject of her unborn child and maybe she would believe it.

"Where is she?" Abby asked as she shifted from foot to foot in front of the baggage claim. According the text messages she had been sending Olivia, Anna had arrived at the airport twenty minutes ago. Olivia had texted her back and told her to wait for them by the baggage claim but she was currently nowhere to be found.

"I don't know," Olivia said distractedly as she also continued to scan her surroundings for the girl that bore, what she thought was a vague resemblance to her. Honestly she wasn't very surprised. A lot of times the woman could be, for lack of a better term, flaky. Though she usually pulled through when Olivia really needed her, which explained her appearance in D.C. just three weeks after she had made that call.

"Hey guys. What's up?" came a familiar voice carrying its characteristic nonchalant tone. Olivia turned quickly on her heals and Abby leaned sideways to get a better look at the person who had just approached them.

"Hey," Olivia said, giving the woman a once over. She hadn't seen her in a little over five years. She looked the same, except for a few changes. Her dimples showed as she bit into the large cinnamon role she had obviously left them waiting to go and purchase.

"Thanks for waiting for us by the baggage claim," Abby said sarcastically.

"What?" the woman responded still chewing. "I got hungry. You were taking too long. I said one forty five Liv, not whenever the hell you felt like it."

Olivia continued to stare at the girl trying to figure out which features had changed. Her slightly slanted almond shaped eyes which housed perfectly arched eyebrows above them still gave off an air of mystery and mischief. Her high cheekbones, that reflected hers though Anna's cheeks were a little fuller and when combined with her dimples made her still look as if she was seventeen years old.

"How have you been?"

"In a state of waiting," she replied without missing a beat.

Olivia rolled her eyes sarcastically and opened her arms as she took a step towards Anna, eager to do something she needed and hadn't been able to do in a while. Anna seemingly feeling the same way also took a step towards Olivia, stepping into her embrace and embracing her back.

"Muah," Anna said placing a kiss on Olivia's cheek, as they pulled away but still had their arms around each other. "I missed you big head."

"I missed you too," Olivia smiled. "You died your hair."

"Yes, I did," she said running her hands through her light brown tresses that flowed past her shoulders. Her hair was still curly, something that Olivia assumed made other people think they looked more alike than they actually did when she would wear her hair curly, though Anna's curls were a little looser than hers. "I was thinking about going blonde, but I think I'll just go back to my natural color and die the bangs silver.

"Oh that'd be cute," Abby said, drawing the women's attention back to her.

"Hey Abs," Anna said reaching to embrace Abby. "I thought you two were fighting."

"We made up," Abby told her.

"I see nothing's changed between you two," she said as she started to walk away, still holding Abby's hand. She needed someone to guide her. She didn't know where they were parked.

They eventually made it to the hired town car Olivia had rented, not feeling like driving through the D.C traffic herself. "So what have you guys been up to?" Anna asked sliding into the back seat. "It looks like you've toned it down some." She took some of Abby's hair in her hand, holding it up and giving a disapproving look before letting it fall back to the woman's shoulders. "Abby, your hair," she left the sentence open.

"There's nothing wrong with my hair," Abby said, in disbelief.

"Ahn," Anna stated, before taking another bite out of her cinnamon bun.

"Liv is there something wrong with my hair. How come you didn't tell me?" Abby started to panick.

"There is nothing wrong with your hair Abby," Olivia reassured her. "We just can't all continue to dress and act like we did when we were in college. Some of us actually have jobs."

"I have a job, Olivia," Anna said. "Just because it's not as boring as yours doesn't mean it's not a real job. Plus if you've still got the body for it." She left the sentence unfinished.

"Give me a piece," Olivia said reaching for the cinnabon, but the woman pulled it back and gave Olivia a look.

"What?" Olivia asked.

"Are you sure you really want to do that, Liv?" she continued after giving Olivia a once over. Olivia's mouth fell open and Abby snickered as she had just had this conversation about how she was starting to look pregnant to her. Olivia had claimed she had not, and Abby had agreed that she probably didn't to people who weren't used to seeing her every day but she could tell. Clearly Anna could see the slight weight gain too, and she hadn't seen her in years.

Anna threw a glance at Abby before turning back to Olivia. "I mean I wasn't going to say anything, but clearly Abby is slacking on her best friend duties, but you've gained a little weight sweetie. Now I'm not saying that that's a bad thing. If you know and are okay with it, I mean by all means be my guest, but I just thought you should…"

"I'm pregnant, Anna," Olivia said exasperated, and just trying to shut Anna up. Okay, so maybe Abby was right. Maybe she had put on a little weight. She had noticed that her clothes didn't fit quiet as well as they used to and found herself wearing more layers than she normally would to try to deny it to herself.

Anna gasped, and almost dropped the cinnabon. She regained control of the sweet roll after struggling with it for a few seconds and her eyes immediately snapped back to Olivia's, mouth agape. "What? You couldn't have told me this on the phone Olivia? I'm so angry with you right now." She finished embracing Olivia again. "So that's why you're dressing like that. You're preparing for Mommy hood."

Olivia bit the inside of her cheek. Sure, she dressed more conservative than she had back when she would see Anna more often, but that was before she became the campaign manager slash crisis manager for the president of the united states. She took in Anna's dress that came midway her thigh dipping low in the front and opening up in the back showing off her cleavage and well-toned back, the heels that she wore with them accentuating her toned legs. Okay, so maybe she missed the party girl life a little bit, just a little. But she had plenty to keep her occupied in her current grown up life, though she had to admit the party girl life wasn't nearly as stressful as being an adult. She envied Anna a little bit.

"What do I dress like Anna?" Olivia asked sounding a little offended, waiting to hear her reply.

Anna looked at Olivia with a look of confusion and interest. It usually wasn't this easy to push her buttons. It hadn't even been an hour yet. She turned to Abby and whispered just to feign politeness though she knew Olivia could still hear her. "Wow, someone's touchy. Must be the hormones."

Olivia rolled her eyes before she snatched the cinnamon bun from the girl, tearing a piece off before handing it back to Anna. This was going to be…an experience, she thought to herself.

"Just so we are clear," Abby stated, "I'm the godmother."

A/N: Read!: I know this seems like a lot of this OC but she is basically going to play a big part in why Olivia is the way she is in this story. Like I said before I wanted to take a different angle in this story and the angle is more Olivia focused at first but will become more Olake focused as it goes on, but lets be honest, Liv is slipping and I honestly just want her to fight back rather it's Olake ornah. I know I'm not the only one just repeatedly disappointed anytime she makes a move towards Fitz. I just can't with them. Also I think its interesting the foreshadowing Shonda gives in HTGAWM of Liv's future if she chooses Bitchgerald Grant. "That's what I get for sleeping with another woman's husband." Annalise. "Preach!" Me LOL. Reviews are welcomed!

And to team Olake, P.O.P hold it down. It's all good, PIMP squad baby for life!

Damn Amanda Tanner! Shonda ain't giving you a break huh?