A/N: So I lied. I got bored/didn't want to do any real work so I ended up writing another chapter. I'm going to try to start adding in story lines for other characters but I don't know when it will be as I cant decide on how I want to go about doing it.

"Nice," had read the simple text message he had sent to her after her press conference. It had recently become public speculation that she could be pregnant and of course at the press conference that had had nothing to do with that subject, ended up in her confirming the speculations after being asked by one nosey reporter, as if it wasn't obvious by now.

The next question to follow was of course about should the white house or more specifically the first lady be concerned at this time given the past rumors of an affair with the president. She had politely reassured them that the white house, the president, the first lady nor the American people had anything of that nature to be concerned about when it came to her pregnancy. She had then redirected the press conference back to the subject at hand about the president's recent negotiations with a terrorist group that could possibly be a threat to the country. Any other questions aimed at her pregnancy, and there were some, was quickly shot down and dismissed. After the reporters saw that she no longer called on the ones who tried to reintroduce the subject of her growing midsection or an affair with the president, the questions started to die down and she was able to continue in a more organized and peaceful fashion.

Afterwards she had nearly run away from the white house before anyone had had a chance to question her about what she had just confirmed in front of the entire country. She had already seen Cyrus shaking his head from the side of the stage during the entire ordeal, and Fitz standing next to him with his head down throwing her a judging look every now and again, but she had managed to ignore them all, wrangle the reporters and tackle the questions that were thrown at her. "I'm fine," she had told Abby as she passed her already reading the worried look on her face and opting to pass by her on her way out rather than Cyrus and Fitz standing on the other side of the stage.

"Well you destroyed him more than I ever could," Mellie had told her with a wide smile. She had rolled her eyes and ignored the woman's comments, wanting to get home and away from the circus she had just created by going up on that podium.

She found herself sitting in her kitchen sipping on a warm cup of tea. She had been talking to Anna earlier telling her about her past few cases, which had all involved an illegitimate child or an affair or both, but keeping the clients' names out of it just as a confidentiality thing. Not that Anna would tell anyone, it was just good practice. Her response of, "Same assholes, just twenty years older," somewhat shocked her as it brought back old memories of them in high school.

"Are you two crazy?" her father yelled as he paced back and forth in the dean's office of their high school. "Do you have any idea the fire you are playing with?"

She saw Anna turn to her out of her side view and shared a look with her before looking down at the floor.

"It's not our faults," Olivia started, "the school didn't do anything about it."

"Well I was told that the boys had been reprimanded," her father replied.

"They got suspended for two weeks," Anna piped up in disbelief that he was going to buy their bullshit, "They raped her. How as that fair? I didn't even know suspension was a thing here." It wasn't. Suspension at their school had not existed until someone needed a way to punish someone whose parents were too wealthy for them to be punished. "They should be castrated," Anna finished.

"You know we're right," Olivia told her father, backing Anna's statement.

"Look maybe the school should have done more to punish those boys but that is between the school and that girl's parents. My main concern is the two of you. And you two will no longer insert yourselves into this investigation in any way, shape or form, do I make myself clear?"

They didn't answer. Both just looked down at the floor as the dean entered.

"Hello Mr. Pope," Dr. Gillanhall stated as he walked into the room a little more jolly than the situation called for. Olivia had noticed that a lot of the people of power including parents did this around this place when they were trying to make a point or throw their social influence around. "I'm sorry you had to come all the way down her for this, but as I'm sure you've heard, your girls have been stirring up a bit of trouble here."

Her dad smiled at the man. "Yes, I've heard," he stated as he threw a glare their way. "Some things never change."

"Now as I'm sure you know, we like to encourage our students to look for opportunities to add to their CV's for their college and possibly job applications in the future. But as you also know, we are a very private institution and there are a lot of very important people that send their children here and leave them under our care. And they trust us to look after them, keep them on the right path," he stated as he pulled out a cigar box and opened it in her father's direction, to which he politely declined. "They also trust us to keep any of their teenage misadventures out of public knowledge for fear of it hurting their academic and employment opportunities down the road."

"Yes, I am aware of that," her father continued to play along, pleasantly.

"How can I put this?" Dr. Gillanhall said to himself before bringing his eyes back to her father's, "this school and those two boys parents did not take kindly to your girls writing an article to one of the local papers about the incidents that had occurred her. I mean sure it was a local paper, but God knows the damage that could have been done if we hadn't stomped out that fire as quickly as we did. Thankfully no permanent damage was done, but the parents of those two boys are calling for them to be reprimanded on slander. Now I was able to quiet them down, but I just want to make sure that you and these girls are well aware of the trouble that they would be in, if something like this were to happen again." He looked directly at Anna and her when he stated that last sentence, the smile completely gone from his face, making it clear to everyone in the room that it was a threat.

She looked over at her father as he took a moment to recompose himself before a smile appeared on his face. He began to speak. "Mr. Gillanhall, I can assure you that nothing like this will ever happen again as far as these two girls or concerned. However I can also assure you that if you, any of your students or their parents so much as touch a hair on either of my girls' heads, a word on their school record, or a letter on their transcript, if they so much as tell me someone looked at them in the wrong way and I think it was unwarranted, I will be back up here and a local or national paper about two little delinquents whose parents weren't around enough to teach them how to behave around civilized human beings will be the last of your any anyone's worries."

Olivia's eyes snapped back to Dr. Gillanhall. Had her father just threatened this man and a whole bunch of rich powerful people that could destroy them just by picking up the telephone? Gillanhall looked like he was about to reply until her father readjusted his coat, sitting up straighter in his chair before standing. He placed a kiss on both her and Anna's head before telling them to behave themselves and quietly leaving the office. Back then, her sixteen year old self wondered what the hell had just happened but now she knew that it was probably the first sign that they missed of her father being involved in something less than ethical.

A knock at her door shook her from her thoughts as she climbed down from the stool, the cup of tea still in her hands. She would normally wonder what had happened for someone to be knocking on her door at this time of the morning, but she was expecting Anna. Still she peeped through the peep hole to be sure. Her eyebrows drew together when she saw Jake.

She undid the latch and opened the door. She could tell he hadn't long ago woke up. "What are you doing here?"

"Well, Anna called me about an hour ago and yelled at me. I was really confused at first because I was actually getting some pretty good sleep, but then she told me that if I was going to have unprotected sex that I, not her was going to pay the consequences. Actually she lectured me about, in her words not mine, "knocking someone up while living the street life" and then "going to D block while I have to sit and watch her eat food combinations that make my stomach turn" and you "being in a love triangle with men who can't keep their penises to themselves". I substituted the work penis. I'm actually not familiar with the word she used." He smiled at her and her eyes went to the bag in his hand.

He lifted it higher in the air, letting her see it was the Chinese food she had request from the one Chinese place that stays open until 3 am. She opened the door wider, allowing him to enter.

"Sorry she woke you," she told him as they made their way to the kitchen.

"Oh no, it's always a pleasure talking to Anna," she couldn't help the smile that came to her face as she refilled her tea. She poured him a cup and went to sit across from him at the island bar. She knew that last comment was part sarcasm part truth. Anna had taken a liking to Jake, Huck, and Quinn, or Lindsay as Anna had taken to calling her occasionally, but that still didn't save them the trouble of having Anna give her input on their lives or asking for their input on hers occasionally. "Besides," he started again, "you could've just called me first."

She glanced at him before turning back to the food in front of her. "I know," she told him, now purposefully avoiding eye contact with him.

He smiled to himself at how childish she was being. "But, you're still upset with me for moving out," he finished her thoughts for her.

"I'm not upset with you," she said hopping down from the bar stool and trying not to waddle over to the pantry. His smile broadened as he watched her maneuver around the beach ball sized extension in front of her. She turned around after retrieving the syrup and caught her eyes caught his. "Well, maybe a little bit," she confessed after seeing he wasn't buying her previous lie. "But don't rush me," she began, pouring the syrup on top of the Chinese food. "I'm getting over it." She put the syrup back in the pantry before making her way back to the stool next to him.

He watched as she prepared herself to climb back up onto the stool. He would never say anything, but she had gotten even larger during the last few weeks and he found it a little amusing to see her in such a state, especially since she still tried to seem intimidating while having trouble doing simple things that would be easy to anyone without the physical constraint. Like that time she tried to scold Anna while taking almost a minute to rise up from the couch. And when Anna had tried to help her she only glared at her, refusing the helping hand.

She noticed the grin on his face, but didn't say anything. Truth was, she found it a little comical too, when it wasn't down right frustrating. She was now 39 weeks into this and hopefully would be able to get this over with sometime within the next seven days.

"Why are you awake anyway?" he asked as she made her way up to sit on the stool with some difficulty.

"Because, Jake," she started as she continued to struggle with the stool, "look at me."

He couldn't help the laughter that escaped him especially since she was trying to be stern with him and pretend to be frustrated by his question. Pretend because he could see the small smile form on her face when he started laughing. She finally settled herself on the stool and picked up her fork, stirring the syrup into the takeout.

He didn't say a word about this and saw what Anna meant about food derangements. She continued, explaining to him the countless number of reasons why she could not sleep. "I can't get comfortable for the life of me. And heaven forbid I accidentally roll onto my back if I do manage to fall asleep. Not to mention her head is resting on my hip bone and I feel like she does it on purpose anytime I try to get some sleep. And then there's lightning crotch," she smiled as she saw his eyes light up and his grin grow wider. "Don't laugh," she said nudging him on the shoulder before taking a bite of her food.

"What is that?" he asked, still laughing.

"Well, I just thought that it was a painful phenomenon of pregnancy but Anna looked it up and found that it actually had a name," he looked at her waiting for her to continue. "I'm not sure but it's either her hitting me somewhere very unpleasant or it's just some ligaments or some other things adjusting for child birth or she's resting on a nerve or something, but it's a very sharp, sudden pain that lasts for like a millisecond but it takes your breath away." She finished before stuffing another forkful of food into her mouth. She looked at him and they both started laughing. What the hell was happening, neither of them could explain it but it was scary. Luckily they both had developed somewhat of a dark sense of humor, but even more so, they were too excited about and committed to this baby to let the scarier part get the better of them.

She went on explaining how between all of this, plus having to urinate which seemed like every two hours, she only got about three good hours of sleep a night, if she was lucky.

She got off of the stool taking the left over take out and placing it in the fridge. "Wanna watch a movie?" she asked walking past him and into the living room. He got up, grabbing the stash of fortune cookies, and followed her.

They settled on the couch and decided on a comedy since Olivia thought that if she laughed it might help her to go into labor earlier. After Jake stated that that probably wasn't going to work, she told him to shut it because she was still upset with him.

"Alright," he told her throwing his hands up in the air, "what can I do to make this better, preferably before this baby gets here?"

She looked at him, a smirk slowly appearing across her face. His brows furrowed, not really sure what thoughts were running through her mind. "Move back in with me," she told him simply.

His mouth opened, but he paused. He gave her a moment to see if she was serious. When she didn't retract her request he spoke. "Liv I," he tried but she cut him off.

"Okay, I am going to be giving birth to this baby any day now," he smiled letting her continue. She really thought that she was going to spontaneously go into the labor in the next couple of days. The doctor had had different thoughts though yesterday when they had seen her. She had even discussed a possible need for induction. So on the bright side, this baby was going to be here one way or another in the next two weeks. "I'm here by myself all the time," he gave her a look. She usually had someone over. "At night," she corrected. "And," she continued with her argument, "you are not going to skip out on me for night time feedings and diaper changes. I did all of this," she pointed at her stomach for emphasis, "for nine months, it's your turn to pull the load my friend."

He just stared at her for a moment taking in all that she had said and how easily they slipped from her being slightly upset with him to feeling like they had been friends for a lifetime. He also couldn't help but to notice how peaceful and happy she looked. Something about her had definitely changed since he had gotten out of supermax, and not just physically. She was beautiful as always, and found it endearing the way her face had filled out a little towards the end of the pregnancy which was more noticeable now that she had her hair away from her face into a loose bun, but he noticed something else. He noticed a bit of a change then, but it seemed to be more obvious now. He figured it mostly had to do with Anna. Or either the hormones causing her walls to subconsciously come down a little more. She was letting another side of herself show more. A side that he had known was there all along and had actually gotten pretty familiar with while they were away. She was more relaxed and less serious. He figured on the island that was due to not feeling like she had to watch her back every second of every minute just in case someone was trying to destroy her. Now, he figured it was due to the fact that she had actually started trying to make a change for a more stable life due to the baby. Plus every time she tried to, as David would put it, Pope them, Anna was there to call bullshit. Which seemed to frustrate her but it also made her confront things in a more realistic head on fashion. Except for the Fitz thing. She just usually got quiet and left the room whenever Anna pointed out anything about him or their relationship that didn't correlate with the happy fairytale ending she had obviously constructed in her head. It was a subject he just didn't broach and had taken to ignoring himself. He was putting some distance between them, as far as an intimate relationship went, so he had no right to say anything. Well he did have a right, as a friend, but she hadn't asked his opinion, and he was trying to let her figure this out on her own without and interference from him. He was sure other people would interfere, but at the end of the day, no matter the outcome, he would find his piece of mind in the fact that he let her have her personal space from him in order to make this decision. But in the short term, she had a point. He didn't like her being alone by herself with the baby coming so soon and he knew that she would need his help once the baby was here and he wanted to be there. After all, he didn't see a problem with it. He still had his own place giving them that boundary that was needed to establish their separate spaces and remind him that playing house didn't necessarily mean the same thing as building a home, something his mother would always tell him.

"Okay," he told her.

"Okay," she told him with a smile, happy she had won. One thing that had Achanged, he thought, getting her way still put her on cloud nine. She began arranging different pillows around her on the sofa, trying to get comfortable. "You can start bringing your stuff over tomorrow."

He laughed. "Whatever you say Liv?"

"Wanna see something?" She was gonna say weird or freaky or one of the other words that Anna or Abby had used but decided against it not wanting to use such words to describe her body especially as it pertained to her growing her child, even if she did agree with them.

She laid on her back, using a pillow to prop her head up and lifted her shirt reviewing her swollen abdomen. He was about to make a smart remark about not knowing she was pregnant and sensing it she told him to, "Wait," Before he could get the words out. He continued to stare at her stomach and before long saw what he would describe as a shift in shape as the child was obviously moving. She smiled, "Wait," she instructed him still. He did. He was reward by a tiny foot print appearing under her skin, near the top of her abdomen.

Their eyes flickered up to each other and his face indicated he was both amazed and creeped out. Her face mirrored his as she was anticipating that exact reaction.

"That's so creepy," he laughed reaching to feel the area the foot print had just disappeared from.

"It's not creepy," she laughed, at the dorky faces they were both making.

He let his hand rest on the left side of her abdomen, as the continued to discuss the right word to use for the phenomenon they had just experienced. She didn't notice as it happened gradually but the baby shifted from her right hip closer to his hand. It wasn't until she noticed that the uncomfortable pressure was gone that she noticed the baby had moved, they could now see it lying next to Jake's hand.

"How'd you do that?" She asked surprised but grateful. "I've been trying to get her to move for the last hour."

He smiled at the thought that crossed his mind. The little girl being just as stubborn as Olivia and refusing to shift just because her mother was trying to coerce her to.

A/N: Reviews welcomed.