A/N: Hey guys. I know its been a while but I've been trying to figure some life stuff out. Trying to get back into writing again. I've been working on this chapter for a while and would appreciate reviews from more of those viewers lurking out there. Feedback is always nice :). And for those of you in the Richonne fandom, don't worry, I finished a new chapter for that one too. I actually finished that one first since it gets more reviews, but I just sent it to my Beta for that story so she's still working on it, but I'll post as soon as I can. I can't wait, to get my Olake fix. Like I love the fact that Kerry's just procreating to her hearts contents, but she's killing me lol. But I'll survive...off of my other OTPs. But my viewing pleasure isn't complete without all of my OTPS. Enjoy!

"Are you sleeping with her?" was the question that tumbled out of her mouth.

He wouldn't lie, it caught him off guard a little. Not that she usually beat around the bush any more with these types of questions, but he just hadn't seen that slightly sharp turn that the conversation had just taken coming.

They were in her kitchen, preparing dinner for the dinner party she had decided to throw since Stephen was back in town. Well he was preparing dinner, she was helping. He didn't know how he had gotten roped into doing this when he had only gotten to invite his friends as an after thought. Not that most of the people that would be attending weren't his friends, they were just all her friends first.

She was currently perched on top of the counter top next to the stove where he was currently stirring a pot. Adeline was in the living room with her godmother and godfather. The rest of their guests would be arriving later. The topic of their current conversation had come up when his phone chimed and it just so happened that it had been closest to Olivia, so without hesitation she had looked over at the screen, saw something that peaked her interest and picked up the phone. He had seen the look on her face and figured it was a text from the girl he was currently dating, who Olivia hadn't met. He had been dating her for a while, and though Olivia knew about her she didn't know enough to satisfy her interest.

"Uhh, I don't think that's any of your business," he told her, stretching his eyes but not looking at her as he dumped the bowl of vegetables into the pot.

He could see the look she gave him from the corner of his eye, letting him know that he was starting to get on her nerves a little by not just providing her with the information she wanted. "Of course it's my business," she retorted. "If you're sleeping with me, I think that I have a right to know who else you're sleeping with."

"Are you sleeping with anyone else?" he asked as he looked up at her and leaned on the counter, folding his arms as he turned towards her.

The perturbed look she had on her face disappeared as she sat up straighter, realizing that she was going to have to play the game as well if she was going to get the information that she wanted. "Not currently," she told him. "No."

"Oh," he told her as he stood straight and walked over to the sink where the colander of potatoes were. "Well good for you."

"Jake," she said almost whining. She knew that he wasn't going to give right away. After all, the information that he had was more exclusive than whatever information she would have just disclosed.

"Okay, yes," he said and her face instantly grew a frown. "Sometimes," he said feeling like he was in trouble but knowing that he truly had nothing to hide.

She watched him silently for a few more seconds as he went about continuing to prepare the meal. He purposefully tried to avoid eye contact with her. He remembered the first time he had introduced her to Parker, she had not been particularly nice to the woman.

"How serious are you two?" she asked him.

"Serious enough," he told her, not sure exactly what she wanted him to say. That was a broad question and she obviously wanted something specific but he wasn't sure what, so he would answer broadly as to avoid divulging any info that she wasn't actually looking for but that would upset her none the less.

"How serious?" she demanded.

"I haven't brought Addie around her, if that's what you're asking," he told her.

"Does she even know about Addie?" she asked.

"Of course she does Liv," he told her. "That question usually comes up pretty early in the process and it's not something that I would try to hide and spring on someone at the alter."

"Oh," she said clearly offended by something he had just said and he had an idea what it was, even though he was speaking in general terms. "So you plan on making it to the altar with her?"

He took a deep breath and blew it out. "No, that's not what I said."

"Well does she knows that she's just a fling then?" she questioned. He couldn't tell if she was angry with him, the woman, or both. He had a feeling both.

"She's not a fling," he told her.

"So then there is a chance that you could make it to the altar with her then?" she questioned again.

"Olivia," he said closing his eyes to try to get the strength to have this conversation with her.

"Fine," she said hopping, starting hit the screen of his phone. "If you won't tell me how serious you two are," she attempted to snatch his phone off of the counter. "Maybe we'll just have to invite her over so I can ask her for myself."

"Hey," he said grabbing a hold of the hand that clutched his phone. "Nice, thought, but I don't think so." He stepped between her legs as a mischievous smile came to her face and she forced him to pry the phone from her hand.

"What?" she asked grabbing onto the sides of his t-shirt to keep him in place. " I just want to meet her. I want what's best for you."

This caused him to start laughing, causing her to do the same. "Sure," he replied. "That's what it is. This isn't the adult equivalent of a child going around grabbing all the toys she doesn't even play with anymore screaming 'mine' as soon as company comes over."

She pouted, moved one hand to the collar of his shirt and pulled on it, causing his face to come closer to hers. The other hand went to his crotch and started caressing his manhood, causing him to plant his hands on the counter at her sides to keep him more upright. "I play with you," she said sultrily. He responded by crashing his lips to hers, initiating an intense make out session as her hand continued to work him into a semi erection before they were disrupted by someone clearing their throat rather loudly.

"Hey," she said, still breathing rather hard, Jake doing the same in her ear as he hid his face on the other side of hers and tried to regain his composure. "Is something wrong?" She watched as Stephen and Abby stood in the entryway to the kitchen with Adeline giving them playfully judging looks.

"I don't know," Stephen said as they stepped further into the kitchen. Jake stepped from between her legs and went back to tending to the meal that was still cooking. "Are we interrupting something? Do we need to leave? Cause we can just grab some takeout if you guys wanna continue to be gross all over the food," he continued earning him a slap on the shoulder from Olivia as she laughed at his poking fun.

"That would suck," he continued with a smile. "Because it actually smells pretty good."

"Oh, well thank you," Jake joined in. "It was all me. She," he pointed to Olivia, "had absolutely nothing to do with it."

She playfully knocked his hand away.

Abby, who was still a little thrown by what she had just witnessed turned to her best friend. "Liv, can I talk to you for a minute," she said as nonchalantly as she could.

"Yeah," she replied as she promptly hopped down off of the counter and walked towards the woman. She held out her hands and the baby smiled and practically fell into them. They then proceeded to walk out of the kitchen, through the living room, and down the hall to Olivia's bedroom. She then proceeded to sit on her bed, adjusting the baby in her lap.

"What?" she asked with a curious tone after seeing the smile on Abby's face. The redhead got straight to the point.

"Are you two officially together?"

Olivia gave her a look that implied she was being ridiculous. "What? No," she replied. "I told you, I'm on a break from..." she finished the sentence with random hand gestures.

"Oh," Abby said somewhat surprised. That wasn't the answer she was expecting. From what she had just witnessed she would have sworn. She had never seen Olivia this domestic, and open with her romantic feelings towards someone, well not since they were in their mid twenties. It was almost odd, but refreshing, seeing the woman like that. "Are you two having sex?"

"I didn't say I was I was taking a break from that," Olivia smiled as she bounced a grinning Adeline in her lap.

"Are you having sex with the President?" Abby asked, which made Olivia screw up her face as if she was going to say "Ew!" before she actually answered.

"No," she said shortly before rolling her eyes. Abby wanted to laugh. So now it was gross to suggest that she was sleeping with him. She wondered what had changed in the short amount of time.

"Are you over him?" Abby continued to question.

"To tell you the truth," she said gathering the baby and making to stand from the bed, "I haven't really thought much about him or it or, whatever, for the last few months." With that she walked out of the room, reflecting on what she had just revealed to Abby as well as herself. She hadn't noticed it until Abby brought it up but it was true. She had had a lot going on, she realized. Between work and her home life, her life was full again. Fuller than it had been in a really long time. She was always a person that needed something to do, someone to take care of, someone to need her, someone to fix. She liked the drama too. Well maybe not the drama itself, but the push-pull game to see who would come out on top that came along with it. And between her job, her clients, her friends, who she was now getting closer to or at least trying to, Ana, Jake, and Adeline her plate was full. And that was just the thing, she enjoyed having a full plate. She was a multitask-er, a conqueror of every thing, situation, and everyone. Her down time had mostly consisted of her taking the time to admire a good win and,more often now, spending time with the people she cared about. And she cared about Fitz, but it wasn't the same as with the people she now found herself growing closer to. This was more pure. With Fitz there was always a thing or a few things to murky the water. She could really pinpoint exactly why she cared about him and in which order she would rank those things, and the worst part about that was that some of the things that were actually on the list had nothing to do with him specifically at all. The more time she had away from the situation the clearer, or less clear depending on how you looked at it, things became. She would often find herself having a conversation with herself in her head that consisted a lot of things from, what have we been doing with our lives, to finally, we get it, now can we please move the fuck on with our lives.

Abby followed her friend out of the room to help her prepare to put the finishing touches on the dinner party set up.

She also actually tried to stir clear of those destructive behaviors she once used to revel in when she became stressed or was allowed too much free time to focus on her own flaws, or the traumas she had endured in her younger years. When these things would pile up and become too much, she would respond by intentionally lashing out, and the ways that she did that usually ended up throwing her personal life into upheaval. It was like an alcoholic who caused a lot of trouble for himself by drinking too much and when he became sober enough to realize the devastation he had caused, he would deal with it by drinking some more. It was a cycle, and she had managed to pull herself out of it somehow, her inspiration being her daughter and him, her lifeline back to the more sustainable lifestyle. Because now she actually had someone who could and was willing to bear however much of her load she was willing to allow him to. He was willing to bear it all if she needed him to, and sometimes she would let him, but she didn't think it fair to unload all of her baggage on to him all the time and honestly, there was some baggage that she just couldn't unload. And on the nights when those wounds were reopened, she found her comfort in his arms, just allowing him to hold her.

It was with these thoughts running through her head that she rounded the corner to see him, leaning on the counter, a beer in one hand as he discussed sports with Stephen. She smiled at him as she placed a kiss on their daughter's head. She often hoped that she provided for him what he provided or her. She knew of some of the baggage he carried and she had tried to save him from it, even if it that meant dragging him away from it kicking and screaming sometimes. She still knew. She knew she hadn't even really began to scratch the surface. She also knew that she hadn't been as firm as she could have been in what she felt for him and what he meant to her, but that too was becoming clearer as time went along. She hoped that he knew that no matter where they ended up in a romantic sense, that she too had committed herself to always be there for him. She often wondered what that meant for them going forward. If one of them found someone who they wanted to spend the rest of their lives with, would that person be able to accept them sharing a genuine and devoted friendship with the other parent of their child? Because at this point, she honestly couldn't see herself turning him away just because it would make her significant other uncomfortable and she was confident enough in her place in his life that she couldn't imagine another woman taking that spot away from her.

He spotted them and smiled at her before poking out his tongue and making a funny face, causing Adeline to giggle which brought a smile to her mother's face as well.

Abby continued to watch her friend, well her friends now. She just wasn't buying what Olivia had told her earlier that night. There was just no way that they weren't together, officially that is. They were all sitting in Olivia's living room chatting and having drinks. Dinner had been great, with Jake trying to take the credit for most of it, but Olivia insisting that she helped significantly. She had been prepared to let the whole kitchen thing, and everything that had happened before that go until Olivia took a seat at the dinner table next to Jake, who was sitting at the head of the table holding their daughter. She would have guessed that Olivia would have sat at the other end, not only to interact with her guests at that end, but because she was Olivia and she could be bossy at times, for lack of a better word, and she always wanted to be at the head of the table, literally and metaphorically. She smiled and shared a look with Stephen when she saw the two of them team up on entertaining and feeding Adeline throughout dinner when the infant refused to sit in her high chair. The baby rested on Jake's knee, closest to Liv and he held her there with one hand while eating his dinner with the other, while Olivia took on the task of placing little bites of food either in the child's mouth or hand. What really threw her was when Liv cut and picked up a piece of the casserole, which she had made and which Jake was hesitant to try because of that fact, off of her plate and placed the fork to Jake's mouth. He took it without hesitation. It was a very intimate gesture for anyone and they looked extremely comfortable in doing it. He seemed surprised before telling her that it was good, to which she gave him a self satisfying told-you-so smile before turning and catching Abby's and Stephen's eyes. Both were staring at her and smiling goofy-ly. The smile instantly fell from her face as she rolled her eyes at them. They shared a laugh between the two of them before discussing briefly if their friend was in deeper with the father of her daughter than she was leading them to believe.

The little family unit vibe they had going on continued throughout the rest of the evening, but they still effectively managed to entertain their guests, mostly due to the fact that Adeline was a little spotlight stealer. Rather she was letting out a hearty laugh at something she found amusing, are trying to crawl her way out of her parents' arms to get next to an object she wanted but couldn't have, all the attention keep circling around back to her. She was now sitting in her father's lap as he sat in the large arm chair which Olivia had squeezer her way onto with him, her legs resting across his lap as well.

"Awww," Abby said with a slight smile as she looked at the adorable pouty face the baby was making. Her bottom lip jutted out and her big hazel eyes became wet with unshed tears as she looked back down at her hand where the sucker had been just a second ago before looking back up at the man who had been ordered to take it away from her. She threw a glance at Abby after hearing her proclamation before looking back at her father and gave a small sniff as she tried to hold back the tears.

"Aww, no, don't," was his reply to the little girl sitting on the table in front of him. Having made up his mind quickly at seeing the baby wouldn't let up as a crocodile tear fell from her right eye and rolled down her chubby little cheek, he turned to her mother who was sitting partially in his lap. "Liv, I'm giving it to her."

He said it with so much resolve and so much seriousness, but the look he gave her was questioning. They all laughed, but Jake continued to look at Olivia as he inched the sucker back towards the child. He had then made the mistake of giving the girl a sucker he had pocketed for her earlier when Olivia had told him not to, since she had already had some dessert from dinner. He had then taken it away, which had prompted the current exchange.

Olivia only stared at him unimpressed. "I'm gonna give it to her." He reiterated still staring at her but moving the sucker closer to the child. She continued to stare back at him, not daring him to do so, not stopping him, but letting him know that there was more than one sucker in this exchange. It wasn't until Adeline's little hand reached up and grabbed the sucker, immediately bringing it to her lips before it was taken away again, that he asked, "Are you mad at me?"

He reached his hand out to her but she playfully smacked it away as a smile came to her face. "You know you're going to have to tell her no one day," she informed him.

"Yes," he said resting his arm back behind Olivia's back on the arm rest. "When she asks to date." Everyone laughed.

"Stop it," Olivia said hitting him in the chest, lightly before taking the unfinished sucker from the baby who put up a fight this time.

She gripped tightly onto the stick with her now sticky hand. "Mmh mh mmh," she fussed as she tried to hold on, a high pitched scream leaving her as she lost her hold on her. She continued to cry.

"Well now you've done it," Jake said, still holding onto the child who was now standing in his lap.

"Addie, you've had enough," Olivia tried to reason with the child. Though she knew it was useless. For the last past hour the child had been fussing on and off and rubbing her eyes occasionally and it was now ten minutes past her bedtime. "You're going to have a tummy ache."

The baby responded by plopping down on her butt, removing the pacifier her father had plopped in her mouth to get her to stop wailing in his ear, and attempting to throw it, but it was more like dropping it on the floor since her motor skills hadn't developed enough for her to make an effective throw, before throwing a whole body tantrum by throwing herself back into her father's chest head first and starting to fuss again.

"That's it," Olivia said as she made to stand from her comfortable position, "you're done." She plucked the baby from his lap and proceeded down the hall to the nursery to get her cleaned and ready for bed as she continued to cry.

Jake looked after them, deciding to give them a few moments to duke it out themselves before getting up to help put his daughter down for the night. Rather Olivia wanted to admit it or not. Adeline was like a little baby her. And she could get her mother a little flustered every now and then when that strong will came out. He found that if he just stayed out of the way for a little bit, they were fine, but if he tried to calm the situation by inserting himself, he would sometimes get yelled at or bitten. So he'd learn to approach the situation with caution, though he didn't know how well that would work out when the girl became a teenager. He shook his head at the thought before getting up to follow them down the hall, and it wasn't long before they had Adeline down and they were free to enjoy the rest of the night with their guests.

"I'll be back a little late tonight," Olivia told Lauren, as she hurried around her apartment throwing the last few things she needed for the day into her bag . "I'll try to get home early enough to put her to bed, but she might be sleep by the time I make it home so if you don't mind bringing her by the office around three." She did have a lot to do today, or she hoped she did. She didn't know when the day would be that the FBI would come down on her father for money laundering, but she'd hoped that it would be before the week was out. It was driving her crazy waiting, and she honestly just wanted him behind bars she she could forget about him and enjoy her family.

"Sure," Lauren cooed to the baby as she bounced her on her hip causing her to giggle, "We can do that. Do you wanna visit your mommy at work today?" Adeline only smiled and grabbed for the woman's face.

Olivia smiled as she picked up her bag, glad that she had found someone as good and as reliable as Lauren. The woman really had become almost like family. Hanging around the office, she was sure Lauren had overheard a lot of things, some of them worst than the things she had unwillingly learned at the white house, but every time Olivia tried to talk to her about it, she would put her hand up and stop her saying that she didn't want to know any more and that her only job was to take care of the baby and keep her safe while they did whatever it was that they were doing. Olivia liked that as Lauren shared one of her top priorities, to keep Adeline away from the rest of the bullshit in her life.

"Yes she does," Olivia smiled as she took the baby from Lauren one last time, putting one hand on one side of her face and pressing her lips to the other cheek, causing to her chubby little cheeks to be squished and her rosie little lips to pucker out into an O shape. She laughed when she pulled away and saw the confused look on the baby's face, which caused Adeline to grin and grab for her face. She placed another kiss on the baby's lips before telling her bye and heading out of the door.

"Alright Ms. Addie," Lauren said as she walked into the nursery. "How about you take a nappy so you won't be cranky when you go and visit your mommy later on."

It was a little after noon and she had just fed the baby. She figured she'd lay her down for a quick nap since she had purposefully pushed it off until later, knowing that they would have an outing in the afternoon. The baby only babbled back at her as she was lowered into the crib. "No back talk missy," Lauren joked with her. The baby was more fun to take care of now because she was more interactive, but you could definitely see her little personality starting to kick in most, and thought Lauren didn't know Jake as well as she knew Olivia, she had a feeling it would be easier on her if the child developed more of her father's personality, but unfortunately that didn't seem to be the case. "You sleep now baby." she said before grabbing the monitor and leaving the room.

She proceeded to go to the kitchen and pour herself a cup of juice before making her way to the living room. She placed the monitor on the coffee table and grabbed the remote a turned on the television. She instantly becoming engrossed in the newest scandal they were reporting on. She shook her head in disapproval and frustration. The was the last thing she remembered as she didn't see the guy coming up behind her as he went to stick the syringe into her neck.

"Please, Quinn, don't forget to drop that folder off to Abby," Olivia said as she walked out of the conference room after having lunch with Quinn and Huck. Huck had already made his way out of the office to follow up on some side project he had going on.

"Don't worry Liv, I got it," she said. "But I don't see why you can't just drop it off yourself. You used to love going to the white house." Olivia gave her a look and she gave a mischievous grin.

"Kidding. Kidding," she held her hands up in self defense. Quinn loved messing with Olivia about her past lover. It was funny how the man went from a sore topic of a love unable to reach its full potential to that annoying guy who just didn't get the picture that her boss didn't like him the way that he liked her. "You need anything else while I'm out."

"No, I'm good," Olivia told her at she opened her office door to get to her ringing phone. "Just be careful."

"Will do," Quinn offered as she made her way to the exit. Normally she would tell Liv not to worry, but she knew the woman was a little more on edge lately due to everything going on with her father.

"Olivia Pope," she said answering the phone. She figured it was likely a client since it was from a number she didn't know.

"Hello my dearest daughter," Rowan said in his fake sweet tone.

"What do you want?" Olivia asked coldly, cutting straight to the point. She didn't want to be dragged into his games, not right now.

"Now is that anyway to talk to your father?"

"What do you want?" she repeated, this time in a sterner voice.

"Well," he replied, feigning slight offense. "I wanted to see if you wanted to have dinner with me later. Seven o'clock?"

"I don't think so," she told him, preparing to hang up.

"Why not? Do you have other plans?" he jumped in before she could.

"I'm not having dinner with you. Goodbye," she was about to hang up when she heard the unmistakeable sounds of an infant in the background. Her mouth fell open and her legs instantly weak as she held onto her desk.

"Aww, what's Grandpa's little sweetheart going on about?" he said clearly not talking to her anymore. She listened and had realized that she had started to sink closer to the floor as she listened to the exchange. "Yes, there you are," Olivia heard the infant again, though this time closer. "Olivia?" he called. No answer. "I assume you're still there," he said, and heir of cockiness now in his voice. "I assume I've convinced you to join me. Seven o'clock. Old Ebbitt Grill. It's a little louder, a little more fitting for my granddaughter to make all the noise she wants. I'll see you then. You can bring Jake a long too, since I'm sure he'll hear about this." With that he hung up.

She sat on the floor of her office, her back against her desk as tears streamed down her fear stricken face. How? How had he gotten her baby? Had her murdered Lauren to get to her? And what was he planning to do now that he had her? Would her really show up tonight at the restaurant with her or would it be a start of a wild goose chase to get her daughter back? The thoughts and questions overwhelmed her. It was too much for her to bear alone, so she picked up the phone and did the only thing her mind would allow her to do at the time. He picked up after three rings.

"Hey what's up Liv?" but he didn't get any answers. "Liv you there?" Still nothing. This caused him to start to panic a little. "Liv?" he called again trying to get her to answer, but she couldn't as she tried to swallow the lump in her throat to allow herself to speak. "Liv, what's wrong?" his voice came again through the speaker.

"He has her," she sobbed quietly into the phone, but still he heard her. "My father has our baby."

A/N: Whew! So there it is. The next chapter. It was a lot of fluff in the beginning, which got destroyed in the end. But review. Let me know what you think. I'll correct errors at a later time. Hopefully tonight sometime.