A/N: So 2 revelations that have come from this Olake appreciation week for me. So board my train of thought that run along tangential tracks and find out where I ended up. So someone said Fitz it's trash, even if you take away the fact that he's married, he would still be bad for Liv or anyone else that wasn't a complete horrible person (side note: I am all for horrible people of the same level of horribleness getting together and making each other's lives a living hell, they deserve and if I could I would set up a match making service based on it just to ensure that these people would be miserable because again, some people deserve it, anyways...), that same someone also said that he will turn on Liv when he finds out that she almost exposed Remington and I was like yeah he probably will, because let's be real, Fitz is one of those people that can do anything to anyone and doesn't want anyone to even look at him the wrong way, then that got me to thinking, he is about the only character on this show that hasn't taken a significant hit. A hit like someone was trying to do something horrible to you and they succeeded now you have to deal with it and find a way to move on. He always almost gets hits like this, but per usual someone always comes in and saves him, so that got me to thinking about his multiple suicide attempts that always center around Olivia. And as a person who has personal experiences with depression and suicidal and a dark sense of humor, it was a little humorous to me that Olivia is always the straw that breaks the camel's back. Anyone who knows anything about depression knows that it's usually multiple negative events that causes someone to go down the path of depression. Even if someone has a life changing event that causes them anxiety, it usually takes that anxiety mucking up other aspects of their lives before they get to the point of wanting to commit suicide. But it's like Fitz is going along fine, then Olivia decides to take vacation without informing him and he can't go on with life...Really? Then he says these things to her like that's romantic or cute. "Like I couldn't go one without you, I almost took my own life." And she's sitting there are quiver lip and I'm like seriously? No one's going to call a psychiatrist or some other type of mental help specialist. Liv, if you really loved him you would set him free, preferably inside of a mental institution, but still. Cause if she loves him like this show has her behaving like she does, she would want to get him some help first. And again that's just not cute, now that I think about it I feel like this show is almost making a mockery of depression and suicide with that ass backwards weak as character because I believe, some people who have depression or some of the strongest people. Could you imagine waking up everyday with no hope and desolation and still going on...

Second thing, someone also said in their tags on tumblr about bad things that come Liv and Jake's way and after digesting it, our ship is just like "Whatever, Bring it!" And although I still don't know if I will be watching Scandal as faithfully secondary to the dude mentioned above and me not thinking my eyes can handle all of the rolling they will have to do and also some other reasons that has nothing...you know what nevermind. I will probably fail at not watching because I really want to see a Free Mya Pope. But seriously every time something happens to Liv and Jake I'm like Boooo...for the first five seconds then I'm like really, they gonna have to come harder than that to keep these two crazies apart, I mean really. They can't even keep themselves apart. They take turns being like nope, I'm leaving, not doing it anymore for XYZ reasons then they be like hold up, let me check up and make sure everything good and I don't have go AWOL on somebody for messing with my Boo thang. Somebody made a comparison gif of Liv saying "I want Jake Ballard gone." then right next to it was the scene where she was yelling at either Rowan of Fitz I forget which one saying "You bring him back!" And that was the moment I realized Olivia is slightly crazy on her own, not just a result of a traumatic childhood lol. Because I almost kinda took Rowan's side on that second gif seeing it immediately to to the other one. I was like well hold on, you gotta make a decision, we can't just be running back and forward reversing shit we just did.

Also I do believe that I visit some of you guys' Tumblr, and I saw this story posted on jamaicanheaux's tumblr, who I'm assuming reads the story since that would only make sense since she knew about it so thanks for the shoutout. Also I don't know how many of you guys have tumblr but I like visiting people's tumblr so if you have one or know of a good one let me know, even though I'm not on the Tumblr (I'm just kidding, I'm not that old lol I just don't have the time that I would like to have to put into developing it since I've seriously tried to start a blog about 3 different times).

Anyways next chapter. Spoiler: Yay, Stephen!

She sat her coffee down on the table in front of her and stared at him as he read the day's paper. He hadn't said anything to her since the waiter took their order. They were sitting in one of their favorite cafés at one of her favorite tables right by the window having breakfast. It was a bit of a late breakfast, since they had Adeline's doctor's appointment before. Thankfully everything had checked out okay, unfortunately she had gotten immunizations, during which she cried and remained cranky until a little after they arrived at the café, which was when she thankfully fell asleep. Things had been a little tense between them since he confronted her about having the baby around Fitz and not informing him, but he had at least been talking to her. She rubbed her hands against the cup of coffee, warming them. She turned and looked at the baby and saw the she was still sleeping peacefully. She then gazed out of the window before speaking. "You're not talking to me," she said sadly.

He looked up from his paper and stared at her, making sure she was talking to him. He hadn't thought that she was but apparently she was as she turned back to face him. His brow furrowed at her statement.

"I'm not not talking to you," he corrected her as he folded the paper in half, "I just didn't know you had anything you wanted to talk about." He sat the paper down in front of him. He knew that he had been quiet, but so had she. His thoughts had been preoccupied, one of them being the her and Fitz thing. They had been sitting in comfortable silence as far as he was concerned, which had never really been a problem for them before. "What's up? What do you want to talk about?" He picked up his coffee and took a sip.

She just stared at him. She had never had to have something that she wanted to talk about before for them to fall into comfortable, small yet meaningful talk. She scoffed before shaking her head and turning away from him. "You're upset with me?"

He just stared at her trying to figure out why she seemed pissed. He had an idea why, and that had nothing to do with him, but everything to do with her and her insecurities that a certain person seemed to always bring to the forefront. He had no idea how she dealt with this before but he was pretty sure since he came into the picture, she just opted to make him her target for the most part, sometimes Abbie when she dared to broach the subject.

"Liv I'm not upset with you," he told her, but she just stared at him. "Disappointed, yeah." They were both on the same page, they didn't have to voice what they were talking about. "But it doesn't matter, you don't owe me anything."

She watched as he went back to pick up the paper. She'd supposed that his words were to make her feel better, to relieve her of her guilt but somehow his willingness to forgive and forget only seemed to make her feel worst about herself.

"What are you doing for Valentine's day?" she asked him, deciding to start the conversation that she had initially planned to ease into when she first started speaking.

He peered up at her over the paper before responding. "Nothing, I can keep her."

Her mouth fell open, now he was just being dense and annoying. She was asking because she wanted to make sure that they were doing something together. Sure it was implied that every night they'd be having dinner together unless someone said otherwise, but she wanted to be sure about that particular night because if she was going to spend her Valentine's evening alone, she wanted a little heads up otherwise it would just be depressing. Usually she and Abbie spent their Valentine's at one of their apartments binging on pizza and ice cream and watching popular movies from their teenage years and singing along to the soundtrack, but Abbie had a date this year.

"I wasn't asking you to keep Adeline," she said, sounding annoyed which made him stop reading the paper again. "I was trying to ask if you wanted to do something together." She bit her tongue to keep from adding some derogatory words at the end of the sentence.

She rolled her eyes at him before gathering her things, taking the blanket and throwing it over the carrier, grabbing her bag and the carrier and walking out of the restaurant.

He had tried to call after her, because he was supposed to have Adeline for the day, but after she ignored him, he decided to just go after her. He was only a few feet behind her when they entered the lobby of her office building and he had almost made it onto the elevator with her if she wouldn't have hit the door close button while looking straight at him as he called her name one last time.

He hopped on the next elevator and headed up to her office. "Hey Huck, how's it going?" he said as he passed the man's office.

He received a gruff, "Hey," in response, the man not even turning to acknowledge him. He shook his head silently to himself. He didn't have the time nor the energy to get into it with Huck about his interpersonal skills again.

"Hey," Quinn said sounding surprised to see him.

"Hey," he responded as he watched Olivia go into her office.

"What are you doing here?" she asked him.

He put his hand up in the air before letting it fall back to his side. "Coming to get Addie," he said. That made no sense since he hadn't left the child all morning, but 'following behind Olivia while she ignores me because she's angry at me for no reason' sounded a little pathetic.

"Thought Liv didn't want you calling her that," she smiled at him. He shrugged. She then pulled out a picture. "Hey, this guy look familiar to you?"

He studied the picture for a little while before replying, "No, who is he?"

"I don't know," she said placing the picture back in the file and starting to walk towards Huck's office. "That's why I asked you if he looks familiar."

He made his way over to her office and walked in to find that Adeline was still sleeping. He looked at Olivia and saw that she had already taken a seat behind her desk and was starting to go through her phone.

"Okay, I don't know what that was," he told her as he started to gather the baby's things, "but I'm going to head out now."

She only looked up at him for a moment before turning back to her phone and beginning to type up a reply to either an email or a text. He had had all intentions of rushing out of her office and leaving her to work through whatever it is she was going through, but he had seen more sadness than anger in that look she had just given him. And unfortunately for him, he hated to see her sad. He picked up the carrier and was preparing to head out of the office. He had almost made it to the door, his hand was on the handle. He let out a frustrated sigh before turning back around to face her. "Hey," he said causing her eyes to drift back up to him again. "You got any plans for Valentine's Day?"

She looked at him a few seconds before diverting her eyes back to her phone. She then replied, "Yes, as a matter of fact I do. I am going to be having dinner at my apartment alone. You can join me if you want to or don't, it's up to you."

He smiled to himself and let out a small chuckle. She was being ridiculous and he knew she knew it. It was confirmed when he saw the smile she had been trying to hold back. "Okay Liv," he said in a tone that let her know he thought she was being a brat, but he was going to let her have this one. "What time should I be there?"

She shrugged, "Seven?"

"Sound's good." He walked out her office taking the baby with him.

"Hey," Olivia said as she picked up the computer, seeing one of her good friends she rarely got to see in person anymore appear on the screen.

She had originally been texting Stephen but then he had asked her to face time him so he could get a chance to see his goddaughter whose christening he had flown down to D.C for a few weeks ago.

"Hey, where is she?" he replied.

"And here I was thinking you just wanted to get a little more personal time with your old friend Stephen," Olivia said with a tsk. "I should've known better."

"Yes you should've," he joked with her. "Now where is she?"

He could make out a lot of movement from the screen, then all of a sudden it stabilized and he could see from the angle that she had set it down on the floor. She however, continued to move, reaching off screen for something. He soon saw a pink polka dot blanket come into frame, and soon after saw the baby that it was wrapped around, her mother also coming back onto the screen with the back of a pacifier pursed between her lips. She took a minute to pull what seemed to be the computer cord from the baby's hand before trying to settle the child on her lap, but the little girl was already reaching for something else. She finally got the little girl's hands untangled from her hair and sat the baby down facing the computer.

"There she is," Steven said as he finally caught a glimpse of the obviously more active baby's face. But the little girl was already reaching for something else on the floor near her. He and Olivia continued their conversation as he talked about how big she had gotten. It wasn't until the baby managed to pull the iphone up to her mouth, though with a little bit of a struggle. Olivia just wrinkled her forehead and pried the device from the baby's hands and away from her open mouth.

Stephen couldn't help but to laugh, because the baby seemed to be trying to get at everything within her reach, and it seemed to be a constant thing from Olivia's reaction. She laughed too, already knowing what he was thinking.

"She's really active," he said.

"Yeah. Grabby handed wiggle worm," she replied as she seemed to try to make a clearing around the baby, handing her one of her teething toys in the process which she immediately grabbed for. Stephen just laughed harder as he realized the baby had actually been making grabby hands the entire time.

"It's not funny," Olivia smiled at him. It really was, but she realized that being a mother was a dynamic role. As soon as you thought you'd learned to anticipate all the things needed to take care of your baby, they seemed to develop another skill that made you feel like you were failing in some parts. Like when Adeline had almost rolled off of the changing table. She hadn't even really stepped away from her, just leaned over to grab her phone, and the little girl who already had both feet in the air and her hands grabbing on to them had accidentally rolled to the side. The baby was fine, but she was pretty sure she infarcted a piece of her heart and stroked out a piece of her brain and developed a stomach ulcer as well as dropped her phone which she had to take in the next day to get a new screen. But in hindsight, lesson learned. The table had initially come with small little rails that were now attached, but she knew they wouldn't hold her for long as she started to move more.

The baby's interest in the teether didn't last long as she dropped it when she spotted another object on the floor that she wanted. She started to cry as her mother slid it away from her. Stephen was impressed at how Olivia didn't even stop her conversation with him as she picked up the pacifier from nearby and popped it into the baby's mouth, which caused the little girl to sigh contently as she hit her chubby little hands against her chubby little legs and finally seemed to realize that there was a human face on the computer screen, her response being reaching for the screen. Stephen smiled at his friend as she seemed a little more confident than the last time he had seen her. Though he had to admit it was weird seeing her like this, this domestic version of her, but she seemed happy, and that was all he had ever wanted for her.

"Make her laugh, Liv," he said, turning his attention back to the baby.

Olivia rolled her eyes playfully before blowing a raspberry into the baby's chubby little cheek, to which the child smiled before letting out a hearty giggle causing the two adults to laugh too.

"God I wish I was there to spoil her," he voiced.

"Why don't you have your own to spoil?" she asked him, fixing her eyes back on the screen. "I'm sure Georgia wants kids."

His mood changed suddenly as he looked away from the screen and opened his mouth seemingly to reply but let out a sorrowful sigh instead. "Georgia's out of town right now. She's visiting her mother."

Olivia squinted at him. Any other time that would draw no concern from her, but the matter in which he said it set of alarms. "Stephen," she said warningly, causing him to look back at the screen. "When will she be back?"

He took a moment to reply. "I don't know if she will."

"Oh, God," she said putting her hand to her forehead, then taking it down again. "What happened?" She was upset about the news. Probably more upset than the normal friend would be, but she wanted good things for Stephen, and Georgia was good for him. He was in love with her when he first left D.C. He had left because he was in love with her. She made him happy. She wanted him to be happy.

"It wasn't my fault," he defended reflexively. "She said I worked too much. I was too involved with my job and I didn't know how to 'come home'," he air quoted.

"Stephen," Olivia said defeated. This was why he had left OPA. This was why she had encouraged him to leave. The long hours they worked were not suitable for a stable family life. But honestly, people made that work. It was really the toxic nature of their work that made her encourage him to leave.

"This is not my fault Olivia," he told her. "I cut back my hours a lot from when we were in D.C. But she can't just expect me to stop working all together Liv."

"What exactly are you doing?" Olivia said giving him a doubtful look.

"I'm at the law firm," he replied, then paused before adding, "and doing some odd jobs on the side."

"Okay, no," she told him, ignoring the fact that someone had just walked through her door. She heard the keys, she knew it was Jake. "We talked about this."

"Well, you're still working," Stephen told her. Working implying that she was engaging with socio and psychopaths on a daily basis, "and you're still able to hold a home life together." He looked pass her, "Hello Jake."

"Hey, Stephen. How's it going?" he asked as he came up behind Olivia to take to baby.

"Good," the man on the computer replied. He was about to ask Jake how he was doing, but Olivia jumped in.

"No, it's not going good," Olivia corrected him before turning to Jake and telling him that it was not going 'good' as the man had implied. She then turned back to Stephen. "Your marriage is about to end."

Jake who was now looking at Olivia like she was insane by her reaction to the societal normal nicety he had extended to the man before looking at the computer screen out of the corner of his eye, sharing a look with the man. Stephen laughed and Jake shook his head and smiled. He had only met the man once but they had seemed to get along well, and he had found that Stephen was also well versed in the complexity that was Olivia. Jake kissed the baby on the cheek and then walked away, leaving the woman to finish her conversation with her friend.

"You know when I talk to my friends it's mostly so I can forget the shit hole that has become my marriage."

"Do you still love her?" she asked ignoring him.

"Of course I do," he told her, giving in to her determination to talk about this with him.

"Well then why are you just sitting her like you are giving up?" she asked him.

"Because I love her," he spoke loudly as if getting the courage to voice the thought out loud for the first time. "I love her, Liv. I just want her to be happy. And I can't make her happy," he confessed. "I know, I tried. I gave it all up, the law firm, the side jobs, even moved to a fucking suburb. I gave it all up for her. Then I was miserable, which made her miserable, so I started back, but that made her even more miserable." He looked at her with a sadness in his eyes she had never seen before. "I can't make her happy, Liv."

She stared back at the screen, feeling heartbroken for her friend. She didn't know what to do or say to make him feel better. "Why don't you come visit us for a bit," she suggested. "Get away from it all. Get a little perspective hopefully."

Stephen smiled at her. This was why he and Olivia were such good friends. The lives they led caused them to come into contact with a lot of screwed up people, which could serve to make a person cynical and withdrawn and insane, but they kept each other grounded because their friendship was one that normal people who were able to love and be loved usually had, though they were far from those people who found it easy to love and allow someone to love them. They cared for each other and they hurt for each other. They both just wanted the other to be content and happy, and they would do anything to facilitate that.

"Yeah?" Olivia asked seeing the smile on his face.

"Are you kidding me? Listen to that," he said referring to the laughing infant in the background. He and Olivia both laughed as it seemed her daughter was thoroughly amused by whatever was going on. "I'll call you back with the dates."

She was about to say something, but Jake walked back into the room asking if she needed him go and pick up anything for dinner. To which she told him no she had gotten everything on her way home but if he was going out, he could pick up a few more bottles of wine. He handed the baby back to her, before leaving out of the room again.

"You better," she replied. They said their goodbyes and she got up to go into the kitchen to prepare the Valentine's dinner she had promised herself since Abbie had bailed on her, and that she would allow Jake to partake in.

It was almost an hour later when she heard a knock at the door. She sighed and stepped back taking a look at her work in progress. She was proud of herself. She had actually done this without constantly calling Anna throughout or having Abbie there reading the recipe to her and asking her questions. It turned out she actually liked cooking. It was a stress reliever. She figured because for her, it usually involved a glass of wine, some back ground music and having her daughter sitting in her bumbo seat on top of the counter cooing at her and laughing when she did something she found amusing. Whoever it was at the door knocked again and she called out to them that she was coming. She picked the baby up from the seat and placed her in the swing that sat in the living room before making her way to the door. She figured it was Jake.

"I don't understand how you can leave the house and not take your…," she said stopping suddenly as she revealed that the man on the other side of the door was not Jake but the President of the United States.

They just stared at each other, her mouth hanging open as she was surprised to see him on tonight of all nights.

"I take it that means you're surprised to see me," he said taking her still holding the door open as an invitation to enter.

She watched him as he entered then looked back out into the hallway that was lined with secret service agents. She closed the door before asking him what he was doing at her apartment.

"Something smells good," he diverted. "Big plans tonight."

"Actually no," she told him. "Just like any other night. Why didn't you call first?"

"Really, like every other night?" he questioned with a raised eyebrow. "That's funny I don't remember you being a chef."

"Fitz," she said sternly. "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to see you," he told her. She rolled her eyes. "I've been doing good natured publicity press all day and everyone has been asking me what are my plans for the night, and I wanted to tell them that I was going to be spending it with you. I have been thinking about you all day." He said walking towards her, stopping right in front of her. "I wanted to see you," he whispered, his face only centimeters away from her own. He then pressed his lips to hers and she surprised herself by kissing back. The kissed lasted a few more seconds before they pulled away, both of them breathing heavily. "I want to take you to Vermont."

She looked up into his eyes and she could feel the tears pooling her hers. She nodded her head gently before speaking. "I can't."

He was currently on his way back to her apartment. He had the wine, beer, a few other things from the grocery store, an arrangement of flowers, peach roses for traditional purposes and white calla lilies because they were Olivia's favorite, and a box of Swedish chocolates which it was surprising the old man at the floral shop had. He had decided to go into the store as he passed by deciding he want to get something nice for her since it was after all Valentine's Day. They had decided that it would just be a regular night, no expectations, no pressure, but he had wanted to do this for her. The old man had teased him playfully saying the reason why he stayed open so late on Valentine's Day was because every year he had some guy coming in beyond last minute, this year that guy was him. He had noticed the wedding band on the man's finger and asked if he wouldn't rather be with his wife. The man had replied that that was the other reason he spent most of the night in the shop. It was his wife's shop, she had died four years earlier and she had loved that shop. Had opened it forty something years ago when they had first gotten married. He had expressed his condolences to the man to which the man had replied by asking about the woman he was buying the flowers for. He had told the man a little about her and the man had replied that he could tell she was something special by the look he got in his eyes as he talked about her. "I used to get that same way with my wife," he had told him. He had then asked him to wait while he went into the back of the store. He came back with a box of expensive chocolates which sounded oddly familiar to him. The man had said they were from Switzerland and he remembered Olivia had a box that she had devoured during her eighth month of pregnancy. She had said that they were her favorite candy in the world and had finally gotten the motivation to hunt them down after craving them for a month straight. The man told him he only stocked them twice a year since they were really expensive to get shipped. That was his last box and he wanted to give them to him especially after hearing they were a favorite of the woman he had been talking about but Jake insisted on paying him something so they settled on half the price. He had then thanked the man and told him to have a nice night. He had then proceed to head back to her apartment figuring dinner should be finishing up and they might actually have time to get Adeline settled in for the night before they sat down to dinner if they tag teamed it. If not, they could always just let her hang out on the couch with them while they watched the horrible though classic movies Olivia had picked out.

The first sign that something was off was when he saw the two men standing in the lobby of her apartment building. He eyed them suspiciously as he got onto the elevator, already having an idea that he would find more of them on her floor. To no surprise he was greeted by six of them lining the hallway near her apartment.

"Sir, do you live on this floor?" One of them asked him, as they blocked his path off of the elevator.

He felt his skin growing hot at the man's defensive approach, but he tried to calm himself. He knew it was his job, but he also didn't like being approached in that manner and had been trained to react instinctively and violently to it, but he managed to keep his head about him as he stared at her apartment door.

"Sir, if you do not live on this floor or do not know anyone who does then I am going to have to ask you to return at a later time," the man said. "Now I am going to ask you again. Do you live on this floor?"

"No," he said. "No I don't." Sure he could make a scene, cause commotion, get the whole building shut down, possibly go to jail again and maybe even get some air time on the national new. But would it really be worth it? If Olivia couldn't see how much he was in love with her then doing all of that definitely wouldn't make her want to be with him.

He handed the man the flowers and the chocolates. The man looked at him as if he was crazy. He nodded at the door. "Give them to her once the president leaves," he told him causing the man to squint at him as if he wasn't supposed to know that the POTUS was inside. The man took the flowers and chocolates. He then dug through the grocery bag and pulled out the six pack of beer before handing him the grocery bag. "This too."

He then hit the button for the lobby and took the elevator back down.

She sighed inwardly as she opened the door to allow Fitz to exit. She was relieved as she thought she had gotten him to leave before Jake actually got back. She said her goodbyes to him and promised him that she would stop avoiding the white house from here on out. She was about to close the door but the secret service man informed her that another guy had dropped by during their visit. At first she was confused upon seeing the flowers and candy but she realized that it had been Jake who had left the items as the grocery bag contained the wines she had asked for as well as a few items they had run out of earlier in the week. She closed the door and carried the stuff into the kitchen where she had left her phone. She sat everything on the counter and turned off the fire under the dinner she had been preparing before picking up her phone and calling him. She was surprised but pleased that he had actually answered on her first try.

"Hello?" he greeted her, which was a little more formal than his usual 'Hey, what's up?'

"Hey," she said in an unsure voice. "Where are you?"

"I'm," he was about to say his apartment which was a lie, he was about to say on his way to meet friends which was the truth, but that would just open up the subject for further discussion and if he was being honest, he really didn't want to have this or pretty much any conversation with her right now, which was one of the reasons why he was going out with his single friends so he could drink in a more socially acceptable way and not sitting at home feeling not great about his relationship with her. "Out," he decided to tell the truth but not get into too much detail.

She paused waiting to see if he would elaborate more. He didn't. "Well, what time are you coming back?" There was no need to ask why he hadn't come back, she knew why and she knew he knew she knew.

"I think I'm probably going to spend the night at my place," he told her.

"Jake," she tried.

"You don't owe me an explanation Olivia," he said cutting her off.

She wanted say so many things. She wanted to say she was sorry but she honestly felt that the word had become obsolete seeing as it was so carelessly and meaninglessly thrown around. She wanted to tell him that Fitz was gone and she hadn't had sex with him, but that just sounded desperate from either end. She wanted to tell him to just come back to her apartment but she knew that that wouldn't' work this time. So she stayed silent, though she wanted so badly to say something. She just couldn't find the words.

"I'll be over tomorrow morning to pick up Addie before you leave for work," he said before quietly hanging up.

She sat the phone down on the coffee table, fighting the urge to pick it up and dial his number again. She felt tears coming to her eyes but refused to let them fall. She wanted to call Abbie and ask her to come over because she really just wanted somebody to talk to and tell her that she hadn't just destroyed her relationship with the father of her child. She didn't want to disturb Abbie's night and she couldn't call Anna because she specifically remember her saying she had a show tonight and Quinn was doing some weird thing with Charlie and Huck was with Kim, not that he would be much help in a situation like this anyways. She could call Stephen back but she actually wanted someone there with her physically. She could call Fitz back, pack up her baby and head to Vermont for a couple of days but for some reason that thought just made her grow angrier with herself.

She looked over to the swing and saw that Adeline had fallen asleep. She suddenly felt down and no longer wanted to carry out her traditional single on Valentine's Day plans. She turned the television off, made sure all of the kitchen appliances were turned off, grabbed a bottle of wine and the baby. She dropped the bottle of wine off at her bed side and laid Adeline in the her bassinet, before turning off the rest of the lights save for the lamp next to her bed. She then took a shower and got into her pajamas, slowly consuming the bottle of wine as she lie in bed alone with her thoughts.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed. Leave reviews. Sorry about the rant at the top. I just start thinking of stuff when I'm writing. And thanks to it being to hot to do anything outside I've been able to finish this chapter I was supposed to finish like 2 weeks ago. And sorry about the back and forth between Olivia and Fitz but I am trying to keep them in character, but this won't last for long I promise as I know first hand, it can get tiring and boring witnessing this.

My ultimate gold for this story is to get to a point where I can start doing one shots that occur after this story ends. I just have to get to that point... I may end up splitting this story up into two or three parts because we still have to bring Mya in. I am sorry, spoiler alert but by the end of this Mya will be free and hopefully involved in Olivia's life (hopefully it goes that way on the actual show as well.)

Also I am being mentally lazy now and really just want to get this posted so I will proofread this later. Anybody want to be a beta?