A/N:Hey, I was supposed to post this a couple of days back, but then there was the whole 'I choose me' thing that had me hugging my television and then they went and snatched her when she was finally making an effort to get her head back on straight, and I was sad, so I avoided Scandal related things for a couple of days lol. Because that was too quick and vast of an emotional swing and I was not prepared for it. Plus rain has ruined my weekend so, here's the next chapter. I'm going to start trying to speed it up a little bit towards the end, because we need to get the news out about this baby and get some reactions to it.

"This isn't one of those important things that's not really as important as we are pretending it is and we can actually sleep in a little bit longer, is it?" Anna asked as she peeped out from under the covers, looking up at Olivia who was standing over her.

"I'm leaving in twenty minutes was her response," as she walked away and back towards her bathroom to finish getting dressed.

Anna sucked her teeth and frowned before throwing the covers off of her and swinging both legs to the side of the bed. "How are you awake anyway?"

They had literally fallen asleep two and a half hours ago after staying up talking all night. Olivia had said a lot of things, a lot of which Anna had to stop her to ask more questions or reclarify things for her. Like when she had asked Olivia to tell her again on three different occasions what exactly it was that she did at OPA. Or how she asked different questions about Fitz, like 'So he wants to have a family with you, is he aware that he's not actually raising the children that he has?' But that was only after she had asked where exactly was Teddy and Karen most of the time. Or what would happen if Olivia wasn't actually the one like he seemed to imply that he thought she was, what would happen to her when he really met THE ONE. A lot of these questions Olivia had gone quiet after and or completely ignored all together, and Anna sensing she needed a pass, had let her slide, but had kept a mental note of all the questions she still needed answers to. Then she had asked questions about Mellie, like how come she hadn't been arrested for attempting to do grave bodily harm to either her or Fitz. Or had Mellie ever seen Waiting to Exhale, Fatal Attraction, or any episode of Snapped. She hadn't waited for Olivia to answer before going on about how there were actually some people with some great ideas that had actually gotten away with it and that you don't play with people's feelings like that, then she had turned to Olivia and asked her had she ever seen any of the Snapped episodes. Olivia had politely redirected her, trying to focus on catching Anna up rather than the fact that if the roles were reversed, she would probably be asking the same types of questions. Then she had had questions about Huck and Quinn, with passing comments about Abby since she already knew her and just needed to be caught up on some things. She had asked if Stephen had been attractive, to which Olivia had showed her a picture. She had then proceeded to ask Olivia why she hadn't gotten with Stephen to which Olivia had replied they were friends. The next few minutes were filled with Olivia trying to thwart Anna's attempt to tell her all of the things physical in nature she would have done to Stephen, friend or not. She had then gotten onto the subject of Jake, to which Anna had also asked questions that included 'Can he teach me to make people disappear?' She had also stated that she wanted to broach the subject with Huck, but he hadn't seemed as approachable as this Jake guy. And she had let out an exaggerated gasp when Olivia had revealed that Jake was the father of her soon to be baby. She had opted to not reveal their physical involvement until that moment. "Liv, you're having a baby by an ex-military assassin." Olivia had stared at her, trying to find the words to answer that question. She had thought Anna was judging her, but she had obviously forgotten just who Anna was. "How's the sex? Tell me it's as good as I think it is. Tell me," she had tried to continue but Olivia had managed to redirect her back to the more pertinent issues, being successful after about the fourth try. She had repeated the Stephen discussion with Harrison, and after getting her back on tract again, she had then broached the subject of her parents to which Anna had stayed mostly quiet and they had even shed a few tears together as Olivia recounted seeing her mother again for the first time. And then that had led up to the current situation of Jake being held at the pentagon on pending charges of double murder.

After all was said and done, they hadn't fallen asleep until about five thirty and now it was 8:10am and Olivia was up and about as if she had had a full night's rest, getting ready for a nine am obstetrics visit. Anna had promised she would go with her, but she was starting to rethink that promise.

"So how pregnant are you anyway?" Anna asked as they made their way down the street.

"If you mean to ask how far along I am, four months," Olivia replied.

"Okay, and tell me how exactly did this happen again," she asked.

"Oh com'on Anna," Olivia started jokingly, "I gave you this talk when you were twelve."

"Yes, but you also spent the next five years after you found out I had lost my virginity telling me to protect my neck."

Olivia laughed, as Anna linked arms with her. "First off, I'm pretty sure that wasn't the terminology I used. And secondly, I also remember you calling me freaking out about being late on multiple occasions."

"Okay, it was only twice and I was nineteen," Anna reminded her. "You are a grown up."

"Yeah, the second time was two years ago," Olivia looked at her as they stopped in front of the doctor's office.

Anna pursed her lips before replying, "I'm not a grown up Liv."

"And just what constitutes a grown up to you?"

"Anything more than two years my senior," she replied matter-of-factly.

"So what do you call people your age that have multiple kids?" Olivia questioned.

"Babies having babies," Anna told her with a straight face. The woman then walked into the doctor's office leaving Olivia to look after her. She hurried inside when she saw Anna actually walking up to the front desk to check her in. She was sure that was going to be followed by some outlandish requests that involved her body and her unborn child that she would probably not be particularly fond of.

"I thought you had dance to go to," Olivia stated as she realized Anna was still following her as she made her way towards the white house. They had just finished at her doctor's visit and she was currently on her way to visit Abby to see how everything was going and see if she had come up with any new information.

"I do. Maurizio texted he would be a few hours late," Anna replied, as she noticed Olivia giving her a once over. She had left the house dressed to go to the doctor's office and then straight to the dance studio after. And though she had brought a bag with changing clothes for after, she didn't see anything wrong with the black sweater that hung off of both her shoulders, allowing everyone to the see the dark purple, thin strapped sports bra she wore underneath or her lower midriff that the sweater failed to cover. Or the baggy black sweat pants that had a small silver printed "PRIMA" on the left hip area, or the beige UGGZ she wore along with them, though she was starting to regret it as the weather was starting to warm up a little as the day went on. Her hair was in a low messy bun. "Why? Are you embarrassed of me, Olivia?"

Olivia knew that Anna was just trying to lure her into a discussion that would end up making one of them uncomfortable. She wasn't embarrassed, but, "No, but I'm going to have a hard time getting you into the white house dressed like that?"

"Really?" Anna asked sarcastically. "And here I was thinking you were head mistress of the place."

Olivia rolled her eyes. "I'm not anyone's mistress, Anna."

"Well not anymore."

"I'm not having this discussion with you right now," Olivia told her.

"Suite yourself. All I know is if it were me, this whole soap opera would have come to a conclusion by now. Either everyone would be free to do whatever the hell they wanted to do and be happy, or they'd be in the middle of making a dark documentary about us."

Seeing as they were approaching the white house gates, Olivia chose to ignore Anna.

"Good morning Morris," Olivia said with a huge smile.

"Ms. Pope," he smiled back. Olivia proceeded to keep walking and Anna followed her. Morris however did not open the gate.

"I'm sorry Ms. Pope but I can't let your friend in," he said

"Why not?" Olivia asked with a forced smile. "I have an appointment with the president. He called me urgently I was in the middle of something."

"Yeah, she can't always just ditch everything or everyone else to be at his beck and call," Anna added, causing Olivia to give her a look as she was not helping the situation.

"Sorry but if she wants in, she's going to have to go through the tourist entrance," he told them matter of factly.

"Look, Morris is it?" Anna asked as she propped herself against the door frame of the guard boot. She didn't give the man a chance to answer before she continued.

Olivia quickly interrupted, though. She knew if she continued to let Anna talk that they would most likely find their way inside of the white house, escorted by security. She grabbed Anna's elbow pulling her away from the guard boot and stepping in front of her.

"Call the president, tell him I'm here. I have a guest I need cleared to get inside," he stated.

"I don't have a direct line to the president from here," he told her as if she was growing a second head. She knew that.

A perplexed look crossed her face. Yeah, she had forgotten that.

She pulled out her cell phone, and hit a couple of buttons before placing it to her ear. "I'm at the gates. I have someone with me that needs clearance." She paused before adding, "Thank you."

She hung up the phone and Morris just looked at her. She could partially see the smirk on Anna's face as she looked at the guard like, 'Now what?'

A few moments later the phone at the guard's booth rang. Morris answered, and after listening he simply replied with an okay before hanging up. He looked at Olivia before turning to Anna. "Can I see your ID Ms."

"King," Anna added for him. "Anna King."

She dug into her bag and pulled out her ID before handing it to him.

"You know this would have saved all of us a lot of time if you'd have just done what we told you to do in the first place," Anna said with a playful seriousness.

Morris laughed before handing the temporary pass and ID back to Anna. "You two ladies have a nice day."

"Oh we will Morris," Anna told him.

"Anna come on," Olivia said without looking back as she was already half way through the gate.

"Oh, this is nice," Anna said with forced enthusiasm. "I've never been inside of the white house before. It's never really…interested me."

"Hey Anna, here's an idea," she said as she navigated her way through the crowded hallways, "why don't you try to be a little less snarky for the rest of the time you're with me."

"I'll try," Anna replied unmoved by the jab, "but no promises, baby. No promises."

They had almost made their way to Abby's office, when she saw Fitz rounding the corner. She paused, causing Anna to bump shoulders with her as she was walking slightly behind her. Of course, she thought. Of course he would come and find her after she had alerted him of her presence. May be that hadn't been such a good idea.

He continued to walk towards her as she stood in place.

"Girl, what is your problem?" Anna asked, having not seen the president standing at the other end of the hall.

"That's funny," he started, causing Anna to look up and see him for the first time, "when you called I thought that meant you were coming to see me."

"I'm here to see Abby," she stated as he stopped right in front of them.

"Really? Well why didn't you call Abby to get you in?" he put his hands in his pocket and looked down at her smugly, already knowing that Abby didn't have the direct ability to clear someone like he did.

"Is there something I can help you with Mr. President?" she asked folding her arms.

Anna stood there staring back and forth between the two of them. She noticed Fitz's facial expression change.

"You've been ignoring my calls," he replied simply.

"Is it important?" Olivia asked looking away from him.

They went silent, him continuing to stare at Olivia as if she was stabbing holes in his body by refusing to look at him and Olivia intentionally focusing on some random spot on the wall.

"Hi, I'm Anna," she stated reaching out her hand and shaking his. "I'm the terrorist spy that they sent to torture all of the countries secrets out of you that you just granted access to." She found it funny that the man wasn't even the least bit curious about whom he had just granted access to and slightly rude that he had failed to acknowledge her presence since his arrival on the scene.

"Anna!" Olivia scolded. "That's not funny. You don't make jokes like that especially inside of the white house."

"Calm down Olivia. Jeez. No one in their right mind would look at me and think I'm a terrorist. Seductress? Yes. But not a terrorist."

"Oh well, would you look at this," there was a voice that Fitz and Olivia instantly recognized. Anna turned around to see the first lady approaching them. "Isn't this sweet. Fitz and Olivia back together again. Should I have Lauren clear out the oval for your midday tryst?"

"Hi, I'm Anna," she stated, again nonchalantly, though she didn't reach out her hand as the first lady did not seem to be in a good mood, and understandably so.

"Why are you here?" Mellie asked bluntly after giving her a once over. "Is he screwing you too?"

"Uhm, no, actually he's not," Anna replied uncomfortably. Usually she would have shared a not so pleasant word or two with Mellie, but the woman had every right to be pissed. Her child had just died and her husband was screwing another woman right in front of her face, or at least trying as Olivia had told her.

"Mellie," Fitz chimed in, "You look different. Did you finally shower?"

She gave him a fake, sarcastic smile before turning back to Anna. "What honey?" Mellie smiled, "It's just a simple question, and a valid one might I add." She didn't miss the resemblance between Olivia and this new woman.

"Are you replacing Abby at Olivia's little law firm?" Mellie continued questioning.

Olivia did not miss Mellie's subtle undermining of her career, but when it came to Mellie, she sometimes found it best to just talk in reference to each instead of directly to each other. Plus, she really had not come to the white house for any of this drama.

"No," Anna answered pleasantly. "We're cousins. I'm a professional dancer, and I do music sometimes."

"So you're a singer?" Fitz said suddenly taking an interest in her. She assumed, after what she had gathered from Olivia the previous night, it was because he had found out that she was a blood relative of Olivia's.

She nodded. "Sing something for us, we would love to hear."

She let out a nervous laugh as she looked around the mostly empty hallway, "Right here?"

"Yeah, why not?" Mellie chimed in. "This place could use some new entertainment; it was starting to get stale around here." She was obviously referring to the Olivia and Fitz affair thing.

Anna looked at Olivia, who was having a stare off with Fitz. She seemed mad while he had smirk on his face. She then turned to Mellie who was looking at Fitz as if she wanted to kick him in the balls, before she rolled her eyes. Yeah, she had the perfect song for this situation.

"Somebody come get me, before I kill this man," the first line of the song caused all three of the people standing around her heads to snap back in her direction. Olivia with a look of shock, Mellie with a look of surprise that was slowly turning into one of amazement, and Fitz's smirk was gone. She continued, with a slight Jamaican flare to the song . "Somebody come get me, cause I don't understand. Him don't want to love me. Said him got a woman down the street. Him don't really love me. Cause if he did, he wouldn't do it." Olivia looked around as if trying to gauge if Anna was really doing this, right now, in the middle of the white house corridors. Yep, she was doing, as she still heard the melodic voice ringing through her ears and two or three people had stopped with smiles on their faces, admiring Anna's voice and the nice little show the president's musical guest was putting on for him. Oh, god. She looked on as Anna started moving her body, and threw a wink Mellie's way after seeing the smile on the woman's face. She closed her eyes and continued to sing "Somebody come get me, before I kill this man. Somebody come get me, before I put this nine in my hand. You hear a shot of one, two, and the noise will bring the boys in blue. Lord have mercy, what did I do?"

"Alrighty, then," Olivia said, finally getting her wits about her to effectively end this. She grabbed Anna's elbow and pulled her the few feet towards Abby's office. She knew she was in there because she had just text before they had gotten there telling her she would meet them there. "Abby, open the door," Olivia said banging on the door, refusing to look back at either Mellie or Fitz and unable to look at Anna for how angry she was with her, though she did keep hold of the woman's hand refusing to let her stray and cause more trouble.

Anna looked back seeing the look of shock and anger on Fitz's face and the huge smile on Mellie's face. "Olivia heard a cheerful, I love touching people with my music," come from the woman behind her as Abby opened the door and she hurried in pushing Abby back in and pulling Anna behind her.

Fitz and Mellie just continued to stare at the closed office door for a few moments, before Mellie spoke. "I like her," she said enthusiastically before walking away leaving Fitz there dumbfounded.

"Here, drink this," Olivia said sitting a glass of wine in front of Anna.

Anna just stared at her curiously before dropping her bag on the middle bar stool before taking a seat at the one on the end. "Why?"

"Because I can't," was the simple reply.

"Okay, I normally don't go for people forcing me into alcoholism, so you better be lucky I love you…and wine." Anna began taking small sips from the wine glass.

"Fitz handed Jake over to my Dad," Olivia stated, looking in Anna's eyes as if waiting for her to say that it hadn't actually happened and she had actually dreamed it. But by the way Anna began chugging the wine and refusing to look at her, she knew the situation was becoming more and more screwed up by the day. She had to get him out of there, and fast. And that was why she had gone to talk to Fitz as soon as David had informed her of the news. She left feeling like she had gotten the message through to him that he needed to get Jake away from her father as soon as possible, after telling him that there was hope for them. She only hoped that would at least keep him safe until she could figure out a way to prove his innocence.

Olivia let out a sound of distress and covered her face with her hands. "My life, is so, so screwed up." This finally sparked a reaction from Anna.

"No, no sweetie, it's not as bad as you think," she tried reaching across the bar to rub Olivia's shoulder.

"Really?" Olivia looked up at her awaiting more words of encouragement.

Anna, having said that for comfort with no real facts that came to mind at the time to back it up, looked at the wine bottle and then back to Olivia. "And you're sure you're not going to have any wine during this pregnancy."

Anna was referring to the statement Olivia had made earlier, after Anna had asked the doctor about alcohol consumption during pregnancy as she had seen Olivia's wine collection and knew she was an avid connoisseur, plus she just really wanted someone to drink with while she was in town. The doctor had recommended complete abstinence but had told her that she may find some literature that would allow an occasional taste of wine to slide. Olivia knowing how she was when it came to wine, and not knowing what an 'occasional taste' was had opted for the abstinent route, especially after hearing the potential side effects.

She saw tears starting to well up in Olivia's eyes at her last comment. "No, Liv, com'on," she said getting up and walking around the island bar to hug Olivia. "It's really not that bad. The doctor said your baby's healthy, you're healthy, and no one's missing. Some are in questionable situations sure, but as far as we know, you have a good head count on everyone. No one's killed anyone in a while, at least I don't think."

Olivia pulled away from the hug and willed herself to stop crying. Anna was right. She had a healthy baby, a fact that she had mused over during her short down time for the day in her office. They had heard the baby's heartbeat on a Doppler machine and she and Anna had ended up recording it on their phones. The doctor had promised ultrasound pictures during the next visit. After their little situation at the white house, Anna had left for the studio and she had gone back to OPA, locked herself in her office and listened to the baby's heartbeat over and over with the doctor's words ringing in her mind telling her that the baby seemed healthy, and that all of her blood work from the previous visit was fine, and that she would become more and more aware of the small being growing inside of her over the next few months. And though she had been afraid of that before, after hearing her baby's heartbeat for the first time, she was actually starting to look forward to it. She now wanted this baby, and messed up people in her life be damned, she was going to give this child a normal, happy life and anyone who tried to interfere with that would be very sorry. Her bonding time had come to an end though when she had looked up to find Quinn and Huck looking at her through her office window with confusion and concern as she sat there rubbing her stomach and smiling seemingly at nothing.

"So what do we do now?" Olivia asked. After all, this is what she had invited Anna there for.

Anna sighed as she finished pouring herself another glass of wine. "We talk to Pops," she said hesitantly, before taking a sip. "I've always wanted to reconnect with my evil uncle assassin person…Yaaaay."

A/N: Hope you enjoyed! I am stretching the time here between the arrival back in D.C and the actually getting Jake out of jail. Partially to help push the pregnancy along. I think we can get Jake freed by the next chapter.