Sorry it's been WAY TOO LONG since I last updated and I'm terribly sorry for that life just got in the way. Another dream scene if you will. Just an idea I wanted to play around with and put on paper. Hope you all enjoy!

Sneaking around in the halls was unbecoming of a First Lady but what was she to do, she was on a mission, one which would be completed without fail one way or another, if she had anything to say about it.

Why is this house so damn big?! Olivia thought to herself as she made her way downstairs to the kitchen she slowly and quietly found the railing and placed her hand on the smooth wood. It was smooth and silky to the touch just like the rest of the house, just for show.

As she began her descent down the mid-size staircase, Olivia couldn't help but think over her life thus far and how far she'd come. Being a successful communications specialist, mother, and wife to the President of the United States took a lot of work, patience, energy, and positive thinking. Not only was she living in a stressful environment but she was also four months pregnant and just beginning to show.

Olivia didn't like the lack of privacy but what did she expect being a high profile political figure?

Luckily she'd been able to leave the bedroom undetected by her detail but she was at home, in the residence surely safe from any harm so going to the kitchen should be a piece a cake right? Then there was her husband, Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III, POTUS and overprotective to a fault. Fortunately he was still in the Oval and didn't know his wife was sneaking around the halls of the White House.

Coming to a stop as she'd now reached the bottom of the stairs, Olivia turned her head to look both right and left before continuing on her trek to the kitchen downstairs. She felt like a little girl again looking out for strangers or doing something naughty her mother told her not too.

"You know it's been relatively quiet with Ms. Pope as First Lady now," a passing agent stated.

Olivia pressed her body as close to the wall as she could get it to hide in the shadows.

"I know right, but a hell of a lot nicer than the last one we had in here before. Who knew a person could be so cold-hearted?" the other agent responded as they made their rounds.

When she was sure the coast was clear Olivia made her way out of the dark and toward a back staircase that led down to the kitchen. As quiet as a mouse she continued on her mission and within the next 5 minutes she had found her target.

Fitz was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to join his gorgeous and pregnant wife upstairs in bed. Running a hand across his face he tried to focus on the documents in front of him but it was of no use, the words were beginning to blur together. Tossing the papers on his desk he closed his eyes for a brief minute and then called out for his most trusted agent.

"Tom, I think I'm going to head down to the kitchen for a little snack. You're more than welcome to come down there but I highly doubt there's much danger there," Fitz chuckled as he stood up from his chair and stretched his tired muscles.

Tom could only give a small smirk at that statement as he followed the President out of the Oval office and downstairs to the kitchen. As a courtesy he stayed at the end of the hall, in semblance of giving the man privacy. He was after all in his own home and just an ordinary man at the moment.

When the pair arrived downstairs they both noticed a soft glow coming from the kitchen. Fitz looked back at Tom with a confused look on his face as if to ask him did he leave a light on down here. In response Tom begin to move in front of the President to go in the kitchen first but Fitz held up a hand to him and shook his head.

"It's alright buddy, I got this one. Just make sure no one comes in here unless it's an emergency," Fitz said as he placed his hand on the door before gently pushing on the swinging door.

Olivia was so engrossed in her little spread that she didn't hear the voices outside the kitchen door nor did she notice her husband's presence until he was standing right behind her and wrapping an arm around her waist.

"Ahhh, Fitz holy crap you scared the shit out of me!" Olivia exclaimed as she slapped his bicep. She placed a hand over her heart and the other on the counter.

Fitz just chuckled as he gently placed a kiss on the crown of her head. He gave her stomach a gentle squeeze before letting her go and moving to the side of the counter on her right side.

"I'm sorry babe didn't mean to give you a heart attack or anything, I just came down here for a little pick me up. Looks like you had the same idea then huh?"

After getting her heart rate back to normal, Olivia picked up the glass of apple juice she'd been drinking and took a sip.

"I was a bit hungry and for some reason craving a peanut butter and banana sandwich, pickles, and hot fires. Totally blaming it on your child by the way," Olivia said with a smirk before taking a bite of her sandwich.

Fitz looked down at the spread before him and just shook his head. Pregnant women and their cravings something he just didn't understand.

"So now it's just my child? It takes two Livvie remember that right babe?" Fitz moved a hand toward the bag of hot fries that were placed next to the jar of pickles but quickly removed it when Olivia lightly tapped his hand.

"Yep Grant all yours and get your own snack mister. I'm not too keen on sharing with you," Olivia then proceeded to reach into the bag and pull out several chips before stuffing them into her mouth.

"That's just cold Mrs. Grant really cold. How can you treat me, the love of your life, father of your children, the POTUS so harshly?" Fitz was really laying it on thick.

Olivia wiped her hands on a paper towel before turning toward her husband.

"Really Fitzgerald you going to try and play the sympathy card on me, Mr. Father of my children, love or my life? Not buying nope," she just chuckled at him before crossing her arms across her chest.

He saw this course of action wasn't working so he was going for another plan of attack.

Reaching out a hand toward her, he pulled her toward him until she was standing between his legs and only a few inches separated them from each other.

"Olivia Carolyn Pope-Grant you are the most stubborn woman I know and it seems I'm going to have to use my superpowers on you milady," Fitz said before lifting her up onto a clean surface of the island.

Olivia braced her hands on his shoulders to balance herself.

"Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III what are you talking about? Are you really superman in disguise as the President?"

Fitz just smirked at her before pushing up her white silk nightgown and bending down so that he was face to face with her stomach.

"You may still be little but cover your ears little one, mama is about to say some very naughty words," Fitz spoke against her stomach to the baby that was growing inside her.

All Olivia could do was shake her head because she just knew Fitz wasn't about to do what she thought he was going to do and in the kitchen of the White House no less.

Placing her left hand in his soft curls Olivia tried to get his attention.

"Honey what are you doing, we can't do this here. What if someone catches us?"

"Tom is standing guard in the hallway, no one is allowed in here unless the world is on fire. Besides I'm superman remember I've got it covered, now I came down here for a little pick me up and I aim to collect."

Olivia could only sigh and grip the counter with her right hand as her husband, the POTUS, love of her life, father of her children and apparently "Superman" began to work his magic and use his superpowers on her.

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