Know it's been a minute but I'm back and wanted to get a chapter or two posted before the new episode tomorrow! Hope you all enjoy the lovely interaction in my latest chapter!

Cyrus walked into the room with the projected poll numbers for Fitz. The man was frantic on the inside and trying his best not to blow a gasket. How could he be this stupid and love struck over a woman, a woman no doubt who wasn't his wife?

The Chief of staff to the President of the United States was at a loss for words which was more common than not these days and he was getting tired of coddling Fitz every damn day.

"Sir here are the reports you asked for and the American people have spoken," Cyrus said as he dropped the heavy bound file on the coffee table in front of Fitz.

Fitz sat up from his reclined position on the sofa and reached for the packet.

"Polling data on the divorce?"

"It's a fascinating read; Mona really brought her A game. The statistics in there are higher than they use to be can't say you'll have a great chance of maintaining your presidency sir." Cyrus stood in front of the table with his hands hanging limply by his sides. He was becoming stressed and more prone to a heart attack by the day.

Fitz looked over the numbers trying to wrap his head around them, going over the odds in his head and trying to gauge scenarios on his future.

"So it's basically political suicide then?" Fitz asked as he looked to Cyrus.

"Well Rona threw in yours and Mellie's approval ratings and not to mention the baby bump as well."

Flipping the paper over to the next page, Fitz took a look at the info on the page before heaving a big sigh. Everything was turned upside down and his life was not going according to his plan. Hell it hadn't gone his way since he turned 2 and was walking and talking and able to be groomed for prep school.

"10 percent approval rating overall huh, well things could be worse."

Cyrus came over and sat down on the sofa next to Fitz. The man was pussy whipped over Olivia and she wasn't even in his daily life to be considered a real factor. Some sense had to be made and quick before they lost a truly great President, before everything he'd worked so hard for went to shit.

"Are you blind? 10 percent translates to pitchforks at the gates, angry mobs, threats. Is that what you want Fitz?" Cyrus was trying to paint a picture a very vibrant, colorful and realistic painting of what Fitz's future would entail if he were to give it up for "normal".

"That's a very colorful way of saying you don't see a way out of this," Fitz wanted to laugh but knew that Cyrus wouldn't appreciate that one bit. He settled for a small smile and kept his cool, for the moment.

"Mellie would have to turn into the wicked witch of the west; she'd have to turn out to be the worst kind of mother there is on the planet, not to mention the people love her so it'd be a huge feat trying to paint those images."

Fitz cocked his head as if to say "really, Cy like she isn't already a bitch?"

"Alright, publically this can't happen. I mean it Fitz it cannot happen."

Picking a spot on the wall in front of him he just focused on it for a moment until he decided on his next move. What seemed like an hour to Cyrus was on a few seconds to Fitz before he spoke.

"Louise, tell Tom and Hal I would like to go out!" pause "And bring me my coat!"

To say he was puzzled was an understatement; Cyrus didn't understand the man's thought process anymore. Fitz was becoming unhinged and turning into his own person with a brain to think for himself. Cyrus was slowly being moved out of the picture.

"Sir where are you going?" Cyrus asked him as he watched Fitz walk over to the chair next to his desk to pick up his jacket.

"I'm going to see Olivia, in broad daylight."

Cyrus stood up from the couch.

"I don't think so sir." He rounded on him quickly, trying to get him to change his mind.

"She's upset and I want to see her get over it." Fitz put his jacket on and wondered while Louise still hadn't come into his office.

"Louise!" He yelled again.

"Fitz, this cannot happen the numbers don't lie!" Cyrus was reaching the breaking point and was running low on cards to play in his deck.

"It's happening, so get your head around it!" Fitz yelled.

It quickly escalated into a yelling match between the POTUS and his right hand man.

"This is the shit I'm talking about Fitz you're letting your dick do the thinking and the talking right now. Olivia Pope is just another woman and there are a dime a dozen like her to fill the void."

That was enough to stop Fitz in his tracks, turning so that he was facing Cyrus he was reread to lay it out on the line.

"I understand you're upset Cy that I'm wanting to put my presidency at risk but as I've said before Olivia is the love of my life and I won't lie and say she's not a reason I'm finally stepping up with the divorce but that gives you no right to talk about her as if she's just some fling."

Standing with his hands on hips and nostrils flaring Cyrus was the embodiment of a raging bull just ready to prance when given the word.

"I'm only looking out for you Fitz I want you to continue the greatness of the Grant legacy and you can't do that if you're off chasing after Olivia who obviously doesn't want you. I mean she did strike a deal with Mellie who bless her poor heart is carrying your child as a result of that deal. Also let's not forget you two are just not meant to be Fitz you're married with children and another one on the way Mr. President."

Fitz took a step back and from his chief of staff and tried to compose himself. The power he welded as President was vast and could be yielded at his will for what purpose he saw fit and right about now he was ready to brandish his own kind of justice on Cyrus for reading him the way he just did.

"Need I remind you I'm the fucking President of the United States and in such a position you will treat it with the respect it deserves furthermore my business with Olivia is just that my business and you will have no access to that as of this moment on. Also you already know that Mellie and I were in a loveless marriage since we ran the campaign for President so Cyrus please don't try to act otherwise it's unbecoming of you. So when I say this divorce is going to happen I mean IT. WILL. HAPPEN. Get on board or get out of my way."

Fitz was tired of playing games and being told that he and Olivia couldn't be together so God help whoever else dared to defy him.

Defeated Cyrus threw his hands up in the air and blew out a frustrated sigh as he had no more weapons in today's arsenal for the latest round with Fitz.

As if sensing the tension in the room that needed to broken, Louise walked in.

"I'm sorry sir, it's the First Lady sir they're saying it's an emergency."

Slightly concerned Fitz looked toward his assistant and wondered what Mellie could have possibly done this time. What if it was the baby and she was in the hospital? Maybe it was one of her schemes gone wrong. Whatever the case, he had to go play the doting and loving husband that he portrayed to the outside world.

Rushing out of the Oval office, he left Cyrus standing near the resolute desk to strategize his next move.

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