A/N: Okay I proofed read it, sort of.

She shifted on her toes, she had finally gotten him out of the claws of the government, her father, and unfortunately for her emotions, Fitz. The train had been set in motion when she and Anna had met with her father, which took her father by surprise, or at least he feigned surprise. She had become a little more savvy to her father's games after he had reentered her life, and something about his reaction told her that he was not as surprised as he pretended to be at Anna's presence. Anna was his sister's only child, and there were only four people Olivia could honestly say that her father cared about, because love would depend on your definition of the word. Her, her mother, Maddie which was Anna's mother, and Anna. As far as her father was concerned, the moment his sister took her last breath was the moment that Anna became his daughter. After watching their interaction at the dinner table, she had an inkling that her father had been as secretly involved in Anna's life as he had been in hers, though because Anna was more of the variety screw everything that has to do with politics or having to impress people with anything other than God given, life changing, inspiring artistic talent, she assumed her father had less reasons to interfere with Anna's life as he had with hers, since she was actually living more in his place of presence. They had chatted lightly, Anna being a little more closed off than she normally would after learning about her uncle's actual job description. They had eaten, drank wine, and pieced together a casual conversation. But casual and subtle never went over well with any of them. Those genes did not seem to run in their family. It had started with her father asking if Anna had anyone special in her life, too which Anna rattled off a few of her gay male friends clearly being a smart ass announcing they were all gay. She had then turned to Olivia and asked her if she had anyone in her life "possibly wrongfully incarcerated or otherwise." This is one of the reasons she had asked Anna to come to D.C. She got it. There was no beating around the bush or playing nice in these familial situations. She knew how to take hits as well as deliver them. Well at least she used to, Olivia just hoped that that was still the case. So far so good.

They had then continued to smile and give the impression that they were having nice warm interactions with smiles and all of the other niceties, giving off a convincing illusion. But the subject was anything but. She had informed him that he had had no right to detain Jake and that she would find a way to clear his name. The conversation had spiraled and had led to her walking out on him again, leaving Anna to gulp down her glass of untouched wine before following her out of the restaurant.

That had then led to her going to visit Fitz that night leaving Anna behind with a "Naw, I'm okay here." She had informed him that there would never be anything between him if he let Jake succumb to the vengeance of her father. He had then pressed her asking her if there was still hope for them, to which she had finally conceded yes. The truth was she didn't know if there was hope or not. Her time on the island had allowed her time to think and process, and dissect and reprocess, and sit with her feelings, thoughts and actions during, at least, the past six years of her life. And though it had not been nearly enough time to go through and deal with everything, it had started a ball rolling down a snowy mountain that was still gaining size and momentum and was becoming more unpredictable and more difficult to stop. Thankfully Fitz had taken her confusion for whole hearted sincerity and had placed Jake back in supermax. Seeing that he was now semi-safe again, she had been more able to focus on clearing his name, along with other things like Kathryn and whatever the hell she had been caught up in, she was still trying to figure that one out. Her renewed focus had allowed her to actually have a productive conversation with Anna about some of the things she needed her help with during which time Anna had rattled off a bunch of possibilities and suggestions, some of which involved a whole bunch of people possibly getting killed including them. Anna had actually had some useful and more desirable ideas which had ultimately led Olivia to coming up with the idea that had ultimately led to her currently standing in the bunker waiting for a newly freed Jake to join them.

She had been informed that they would be letting him go, and she had requested that they bring him down to the bunker so that she could have a chance to bring him up to speed on everything that had been going on. She was nervous, for so many reasons, and her daughter was clearly well aware of it as she seemed to be throwing a temper tantrum on her insides. Yeah, that was another thing that had happened during the last few weeks. She had gotten an ultrasound picture that was either three or four D, either way it was a lot different than previous ultrasound pictures as she could actually make out what it was the doctor had been trying to snap a photo of, her little girl. Her little girl was beautiful, and healthy from what the doctor had said. After fawning over the live motion picture of the tiny fetus flipping in her womb with Anna and allowing Anna to squeal over it and resisting the urge to squeal herself, she had reluctantly allowed the doctor to pull the ultrasound probe away, though she was tempted to ask for a portable machine to take home just so she could check up on her every now and then to make sure she was still okay. She was now twenty two weeks pregnant, and the small flutters she would feel, though stronger now were becoming less and less satisfying. Mostly she figured because she also wanted someone to feel her baby's movements. She had started feeling the baby move a few weeks ago, but when she had tried to get either Abby or Anna to feel it, they couldn't which was a little disappointing. She wanted to share this with someone, but at the same time she wanted to keep it to herself. After all, she was her mother. She had asked the doctor for a couple of printouts, one for her and one she would give Jake to put in his jail cell after breaking the news, to hopefully give him something to fight for if she couldn't clear his name as soon as she planned. Thankfully that hadn't been the case. Unfortunately, he still didn't know she was pregnant and she honestly didn't think that she was doing a very good job of hiding it right now, given she didn't try as hard this time when she left the house. No one besides Abby and Anna knew about it. She thought it best to keep the secret from anyone else or else she risk Jake being held captive even longer. She knew that he hadn't killed Harrison or Jerry so for whatever reason they had decided to detain and hold him in the first place had to have been personal. And though she wasn't a vain person, she would rather not risk his freedom any longer if she was by any chance a part of that reason. She knew the subject would come up sooner or later as she surely would not be able to hide the bump much longer. It was already a subject on people's minds since pictures of her started showing up on the front of papers and magazines, particularly one of her and Fitz when they were in the middle of one of their heated arguments about their somewhat personal lives. The article had mentioned how she looked particularly plump around the midsection and how she had a glow about her. She hadn't seen the glow, but she did see the plumpness, as did everyone else, including her employees, who luckily knew when to leave a personal subject alone. Of course she had lied and said that she and Fitz were just disagreeing on tactics, deflecting Quinn's questions about it, Huck never asked about it. Fitz had mentioned her weight gain once, she had lied and told him that she had actually been able to eat real food during her vacation since she wasn't always at a stress level of a thousand and that it was probably just a few left over pounds from her time away, which wasn't a complete lie. She had then declined to be intimate with him after that, which then made him apologize for the comment as he thought she was upset with him for criticizing the change in her body. But the truth was it would have been a little hard for her to explain why her stomach continued to grow while the rest of her just stayed the same for the most part, which she was very thankful for and prayed it wouldn't change later in the pregnancy which she doubted her luck was sufficient enough to pull that one off. They had only come close to being intimate once and that was when she had found out that she was pregnant and had gone into an emotional tail spin. The news had been the metaphorical straw that had broken the metaphorical camel's, which would be her, back. She had felt awful about herself after that, even more awful than she felt after actually being with him then walking out of the room with him to find Mellie on her way towards the same place she had just had sex with him. That was another reason she had decided not to have sex with him. Speaking of Mellie, she was sure even she was starting to suspect something as she had started giving her the stink eye again, which she had stopped doing for a while. She would also see how the woman would stun even if just for a split second upon seeing her, throwing a glance at her midsection before continuing in her continuous façade for the world to see.

She checked her watch again. What was taking them so long? Suddenly the door opened and she saw a few shadows in the hallway before he appeared in the doorway, escorted by a guard. He looked confused upon first entering the room, but then his eyes locked with hers and he stood up a little straighter. She felt her breath catch in her throat and she subconsciously folder her arms over her midsection, now out of habit more than anything. Time stopped for a few moments, she was sure, or at the very least slowed significantly. And she did that thing where you freak out so badly for a few short seconds that seem like minutes and your heart stops and all the voices around you start sounding like the teacher from Charlie Brown. Then you hear yourself let out a breath, and your heart kicks back with a really hard thud before kicking into overdrive. Then you realize you survived the initial moment but that it's only the beginning, but you feel a little bit better because your heart actually did start beating again and your lungs are still able to handle breathing. It was so weird, they had grown so close before all of this had happened, but now they just felt distant, but then again they didn't. She didn't know if he was the same person because she didn't know what had happened to him or what he thought of her, but whatever he thought, she hoped he knew that she had been fighting for him this entire time.

"Hi," she managed.

"Hi," he countered.

"Hi," she heard Fitz's voice from behind her.

Her eyes remained focused on Jake as his expression changed to one of contempt and his eyes drifted towards Fitz. She had felt the tension in the room grow tenfold and had taken the opportunity to step closer to Jake to try to diffuse the situation a little, which hadn't helped much. She had at least gotten him to sit down at the table so they could talk. They had informed him that he was now a free man, well technically since they still didn't want him leaving the bunker as not to tip her father off. The news that he was now free didn't really seem to faze him too much, and he still clearly held a little bit too much hostility to be an active contributor to the conversation she was trying to have. So she turned to Fitz.

"Can I have some time alone with him?" she asked, wanting Fitz to leave the room.

"I'm not leaving you alone with him," Fitz replied, looking straight at her.

"Why not?" Jake snapped back at him clearly becoming defensive.

She put a hand on Jake's shoulder to try to calm him, "Fitz please. You at least owe me that after everything you made me go through to prove to you that he was innocent."

Fitz's glare turned from Jake over to her as he looked her in the eyes contemplating her words. He got up almost silently with a huff, before exiting the room. Jake by this point was up again and pacing the room.

He looked down at the floor and she continued to stare, trying to read him, but she wasn't sure how well she was able to do that anymore. His eyes met hers and he began walking towards her. This prompted her to start taking in more sensory from the situation than just his eyes and facial expressions. He had lost weight, not as much weight as he had after being in the hole but still it was noticeable. What had they done to him? He had cuts on his face that were healing, some of them looked new from the last she had seen him, and bruises she could see on the top part of his chest where his shirt didn't quite cover. His right eye was still a little swollen, it looked painful, but she knew it had been worse. She wanted to cry, but she was panicking too much internally and had to fight to keep herself from vomiting. She looked up at him as he came to a stop right in front of her.

"Hi," he greeted again with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes the way it used to.

"Hi," she responded trying to sound normal, but she knew it didn't come off as well as she would have liked it to. They just stood there staring at each other and her eyes flickered down to the bruise that was staring her right in the face through the top of his shirt. She reacted by reaching out a tentative hand and allowing her finger tips to graze over the discolored flesh. He just continued to stare, the tears forming in her eyes not escaping him. He was about to make a joke to let her know that he was alright and to try to cheer her up but when he opened his mouth, he was only able to elicit a hiss of pain as her finger tips had pressed into the skin irritating what he was sure to be a broken rib that hadn't fully healed properly since he received little to no medical attention after the beatings he received. The pain was soon ignored as her next actions stunned him into silence.

At realizing that she had hurt him her hand quickly pulled away from his skin as if she had been burned. The bruise really was as bad as it looked, and she had not meant to hurt him. She didn't realize what she had done until she looked up to his face again and saw that his facial expression had changed from pain to confusion and panic. It took her another second to register, but when she did she quickly pulled her hand away from stroking her stomach letting it fall to her side, but it was too late. He had seen. There was one thing about an almost six month pregnant womb, if you were lucky you could find clothes big enough that might be able to hide it. She had opted to go with the layered look, a black maternal shirt which didn't do much to hide the bulge, but add to that the over sized cardigan; it wasn't as noticeable to anyone who wasn't really paying attention to her, or anyone who had several hundred other thoughts running through their head. But the slightest movement of that shirt from its naturally loose fitting style gave her abdomen the golden opportunity to stand out glaringly to even the most uninterested passers-by.

"Sorry" she spoke up, afraid of staying silent too long least the conversation drift to the subject she had just revealed but didn't think they were ready to broach just yet. "We have to shut down B6-13. We have to stop my father."

He turned away from her, his hand rising to pinch the bridge of his nose, clearly still disturbed by what he had just seen.

"Liv, I can't," he tried.

"You don't have to. We just need your help to…" she tried but was cut off.

"No Liv, not that," he said turning back to face her. "This entire thing. I know we have to get rid of your dad. I can do that, but I don't want to drag you through this with me and I don't need Fitz's help. This is just something I have to do on my own."

She stared at him mouth agape. "Are you crazy? There's no way you can take on my father on your own."

"Too bad, cause I am. Rowan isn't going to stop until he's dead, and I'm going to have to be the one to kill him."

Okay so now she was starting get angry, she had done all this to save his life and here he was planning to get himself killed again.

"Okay, first off no one's killing anyone," she told him.

"Oh, someone's killing someone," he replied.

She folded her arms and took a breath. "And how exactly do you plan on doing that Jake when you're stuck down here in a bunker."

"Well I'm a free man as far as I've been told," he told her. There was a few seconds of silence filled with an intense stare off. "Or is that the plan. To keep me locked down here while you run off with Fitz."

"What? No. Why would you think that, after all I've done to prove that you didn't kill Harrison or Jerry? To prove that you were innocent!"

He stared at her suddenly feeling guilty about his accusations that she would leave him down there to rot away, but he still could not shake the feelings evoked inside of him by what he had just seen.

"Look Liv, just let me out of here. It's clear your dad and I have unfinished business. Just let me finish it."

"You could be killed," she reminded him because clearly he had forgotten about that little nuisance of his plan.

He shrugged his shoulder, "It has to be settled one way or another."

Her brows furrowed at his words and he could see a mixture of hurt and shock on her face, as well as the tears starting to form. He turned away from her. This was just too much information to process after just being released from a federal prison for crimes he didn't commit.

She could not believe he was being such an idiot about this, and damn her sudden inability to not tear up or vomit at any extreme state of emotion or obscure smell. "Jake, I'm pregnant" she stated quietly, trying not to cry. He did not reply, nor did he turn around to look at her.

"Yeah, I noticed. Congratulations," he said, his voice void of emotions.

She just stared at the back of his head, seeing as how he had not turned to look at her, anger and confusion starting to take over her sadness. "Jake!" she yelled, since, maybe he hadn't heard her the first time. Still, he didn't look at her. "Look, at me!" Great, now she was crying. She had gotten used to the emotions coming with no warning, but now was not the time. She was angry, not sad. These hormones had her all screwed up.

His head slowly turned towards her and she didn't miss the flicker of his eyes down to her midsection, even if it was only for a half of a second. His brows were knitted together as if he was trying to keep a hold on his current facial expression, not knowing what emotion would don his face if he dared to move even a single facial muscle.

Clearly he hadn't gotten it, she thought. "I'm pregnant," she stated it more slowly this time accentuating each word since he had obviously suffered a brain injury that made him an idiot unable to process anything of good sense while being held captive.

He continued to look at her, his eyes squinting in confusion. She was obviously trying to say something that she wasn't saying, but…then suddenly it hit him and the look on his face turned to one of horror. This time when his eyes flickered down to her abdomen, they stayed there for a while and there was no doubt that he was checking out the bump she was sporting.

His eyes flickered back up to hers and she stared at him, awaiting his reaction.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed the update. I tried to put more Olivia/Jake in this one and less Olivia/Anna, which will become more common now that he has been set free. Leave a review, let me know what you think!