Fitz and Olivia sat at the little diner for hours, laughing, feeding each other, restoring what they thought was a dying love. Olivia lifted her napkin to wipe ketchup off of Fitz' chin. He looked at her, smiling softly, and whispered "Hi."

She smiled back, forgetting how easily he could make her go weak in the knees. "Hi," she replied, their routine falling back into place. The waitress came back over to check on how things were going.

"Did you guys want anymore food?" she asked politely.

"Oh no ma'am, we're stuffed" Olivia said with a chuckle.

"You two are just about the cutest couple we've had here. How long have you guys been together?"

Fitz wrapped his arm around Olivia's shoulders, and stated with a proud smile, "We've been together for five years. And I fall more in love with her every single day."

The waitress smiled, wished them all the best, and took their plates off to the dish area.

"Fitz…you realize we do need to figure things out now, right? I love you, you know that. But, this isn't simple. I mean, I'm kind of seeing someone right now."

"Who is he?"

"His name is Jake Ballard, and he's a nice gu-"

"Wait, you're dating Jake Ballard?" Fitz practically yelled, his face in disbelief.

Olivia nodded, unsure of why Fitz was reacting the way he was. She knew he wasn't going to like the fact that she was dating, but come on.

"Olivia, Jake and I were in the navy together. For four years. I still talk to him every so often, he's never even mentioned you."

"When the hell did you go to the Navy? I thought we agreed you weren't going to do that, Fitz."

"I went after we broke up. I didn't think you cared anymore. I didn't want to be here, without you. I finished my tour last year. Don't worry; I'm not going back. I'm here for you. I'm never leaving you. That's a promise."

Olivia laid her head against his chest, playing with his fingers. She didn't want to ask him, she had no right to ask him, but she needed to know.

"So, um, are you, you know, seeing anyone?"

"No one important. I actually broke up with her before I came here." Fitz smiled at the thought, him finally being back with Olivia.

Olivia sat up and stared at him. "Fitz, why did you do that? What if I was married? I mean, I'm happy you did, but still."

"Olivia, I'm not in love with her. The only reason I'm with her is because of my father. He set us up, but I don't care. Now that I know he took you away from me, I couldn't give a damn what he wants. I only want you. I only care about you." Fitz kissed her hand.

"Let's get out of here, Livvie. Let's just be together the whole day, clear our whole schedules, walk around the park, go see a movie, let's just have the day to ourselves."

Olivia laughed, amazed at how well she knew Fitz. "I'm happy you said that, because I already cleared my schedule, so I am all yours for the rest of the day.

Fitz took her face in his hands, kissing her deeply. Their tongues moved together in synchronization, playfully dancing around one another. When they finally pulled apart, Fitz kissed her cheeks, her eyelids, and her forehead. "That's the thing though Liv," he said, "I don't want the rest of the day. I want forever."

Fitz paid for their breakfast, leaving the waitress a nice tip. They walked out of the diner, hand in hand, and walked across the street to the park. Fitz called his office and cancelled his meetings. When he was done, they talked about the five years that had gone by. Fitz' time in the navy, Olivia finishing Law School, everything down to the last time they saw each other.

"Why didn't you call, Fitz?" she asked. She had always wondered that. Why he never once tried to reach out to her in the five years they were apart.

"Liv, the navy."

"Yes, but after that. You said you came back last year. Why didn't you contact me?"

"You changed your number, and none of your old neighbors knew where you moved to. Trust me Liv, I tried. What about you?"

Olivia blushed a little bit and cleared her throat. "Ahem, um, well I never tried to call you, but I kept up with you in articles about your dad."

Fitz laughed, loud and heartily. "You stalked me through articles about my senator father?"

Olivia felt so embarrassed, she turned away from him, hiding her face.

"Aw, sweet baby," he cooed, using the special nickname she hadn't heard in five years. Her heart skipped a beat, and her head shot up. "You remembered," she whispered.

He looked taken aback. He pulled her close to him, his lips brushing against hers as he spoke. "You are, and forever will be my sweet baby. There will never be another for as long as I live. I exist for you, I live for you. I breathe you. You are my worl-"

At that moment Olivia captured his lips with hers, starting the kiss off slow. As it began to deepen, Fitz' tongue traced the outline of her lips, giving her one last kiss before his lips traveled to her neck, sucking lightly. She gasped a little, closing her eyes and tilting her head. She had dreamed of this moment over and over, but she never thought it would happen again in this lifetime. "Fitz," she breathed out, trying to form a coherent thought. "Baby, we're in a park."

Fitz looked up, and shrugged. "I don't care. I lost you for five years, now that I have you back, I'm not ever letting go." But he did stop kissing her, reaching down to hold her hand, intertwining their fingers.

They walked more, taking about their careers; Olivia had set up her own practice called Olivia Pope & Associates, where she handled private scandals in Washington D.C., and had a very political clientele. Fitz, on the other hand, worked at a law firm, but was getting ready to think about running for governor, and after a few years of being governor, wanted to run for president.

Olivia adored the fact that he still wanted to be president. She promised him that when the time came, she would be his campaign manager.

Their talk was cut short by Olivia's phone ringing. She took it out, seeing that it was her office. She sighed slightly. "Huck what is it, I thought I told you to cancel all meetings."

"I came by your office to surprise you with flowers and lunch, but you're not here. You left my place at 5:45, and it's almost noon now. Where are you?" Jake questioned.

"Jake, you're in my office?" Olivia looked at Fitz. Fitz' ears perked up at the mention of his name. He took the phone from Olivia, and put it to his ear while she tried to take it from him, hitting him on the shoulders, and then jumping on his back.

"Jake! Fitzgerald. Great, how are things with you? Yeah. Yeah, Olivia and I ran into each other, so we're just catching up. I know! Small world right?" Fitz chuckled, "Yeah. No, you too man. No, I'll tell her. Alright, great. Bye." Fitz hung up the call, handing it to Olivia who had just climbed off his back.

"Jake says that he'll see you later, he has a meeting to go to, and that he left the flowers on your desk. He claims he forgot we knew each other, but from the amount of times I talked about you in the Navy, he has to remember. Anyway, want to go back to your place?"

Olivia glared at him, trying not to smile. If she smiled, then he won, and she was not letting him win. "You shouldn't have done that Fitz, it's just going to make it harder when I….you know."

He grabbed her hand, looking down at her. "You're going to break up with him? For us?" Olivia nodded, trying to hide her smile. He hugged her to his side and kissed her forehead.

They were going to be back together, and nothing was going to get into their way. They got into Olivia's car, heading to her apartment. She parked in the parking garage, waving to the attendants and greeting them by name. Olivia was always a personable person. As she entered the lobby, she greeted the guy at the front desk, and then made her way to the elevator with Fitz at her side.

While in the elevator, Fitz and Olivia nudged each other, first Olivia, then Fitz, over and over again, until Fitz pretended to fall over and Olivia bent over with laughter. The elevator dinged, and Olivia led the way to her front door. She took out the key, her mind suddenly wondering if she was going to get the opportunity to make Fitz a key. She opened the door, revealing a room with off-white furniture, an elaborate wine collection, television, and Casablanca lilies, Olivia's favorite flower.

Fitz smiled, taking it all in. He had always imagined what her apartment was going to look like. "It's you." Fitz whispered. Olivia looked at him, confused. He laughed a little, "I mean, your apartment. It's very you. I love it"

"Well, living alone has its perks."

"Is that to say you don't want to live with me one day, Mrs. Grant?"

It was the first time he ever referred to her as such. Olivia Grant. Olivia Pope-Grant. Mrs. Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III. She loved the sound of it. She sat down on the couch, weighing her options.

Fitz sat next to her, a look of seriousness and nervousness on his face.

"I'm serious, Olivia. Will you marry me?"

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