Hey guys, sorry it's taken me longer than usual to update. It's been a busy weekend. Also, just wanted to clear up some confusion. Olivia and Jake have not been dating for 5 years, they've been dating for about a year. This chapter is a tad short, but I plan on updating later tonight again, so I hope that makes up for it! As always, your reviews are adored and appreciated!

The elevator dinged, and Olivia exited into the lobby, searching around for Jake. Her gut was telling her to feel nervous, and she didn't know why. But she always trusted her gut. Jake was seated in one of the armchairs closest to the door, and when he saw her, he stood up.

"Hello there, beautiful." He kissed her cheek. She smiled back in return.

"Jake, we need to talk."

"Well, that doesn't sound promising." He joked.

"Jake, I'm sorry, but I have to end things. There's a lot that's not really adding up, and…well, I don't know how to put it any other way, but I'm in love with someone else. And I'd like to see where it goes."

"Who is he?"

"I think you already know, since you two are Navy buddies, and you've never even mentioned that to me in the last year. And he tells me that he talked to you about me practically the whole four years you guys were in service together." Olivia stared at Jake, expecting him to deny the accusation. But he stayed silent. He looked at her, clearing his throat.

"Listen to me, Olivia," he lowered his voice, "I don't care what you think you have with Fitz, you will never be his First Lady. His father will see to that. So why don't you get off of that high horse of love, realize that you're not helping him with your presence, and be with me?" He flashed a quick smile, that Olivia's slap wiped off of his face immediately.

"I don't know who the hell you are or you think you are, for that matter, but you can deliver a message to Big Jerry, since it seems as though you two are good friends. Let him know I know what he did, and that I love his son more than anything in the world. You tell him that if he wants a war, he better bring the big guns because I am the hell and high water, and he can kiss my ass. And as for this?" She pointed between the two of them. "We are over. Delete my phone number, because I never want to see you again. I bid you good day, Mr. Ballard."

And with that, Olivia walked back into the elevator, pressed her floor number, and exhaled deeply.

Jake lifted the phone to his ear. When the other line picked up, he stated simply, "Mellie? Jake. She's serious about this. They're going against Big Jerry."

Olivia opened the door to her apartment, closing it behind her, standing against it. Fitz called out from the kitchen.

"Livvie? You know you have almost no food in your refrigerator, right? I mean we can order out for a late lunch, but-" He stopped, realizing she wasn't saying anything. Something was wrong. He ran into the living room, stopping in front of her. "Baby, what's wrong?"

"Your father."

"Jerry? What about him?"

Fitz had to strain his ears to hear what came out of her mouth next. "Your father paid Jake Ballard to date me. To keep you away from me. And I-I told Jake to tell him that if he wanted a war, to bring out the big guns, because we'd fight him with everything we've got." At that point, a single tear escaped, and rolled down her cheek. "We're gonna fight him, right Fitz?"

Fitz pulled her into his arms, rubbing her back. "Oh sweet baby, of course we're going to fight him. I swear on everything I love Livvie, we're going to be together, and you are going to be my wife, and you are going to be my First Lady. I don't care what anyone thinks, I love you more than anything in this whole world." He tilted her chin up, allowing him to make eye contact with her. "I love you, Olivia Carolyn Pope. With all of my heart." He kissed her lightly on the lips, and wiped away the tears on her cheeks.

Olivia looked up at Fitz. She knew there was every ounce of truth in his words. She knew that she could trust him, and that together, they would make it through anything. Even Big Jerry and his antics. "I love you too, Fitzgerald Thomas Grant the third."

"Always and forever?" He asked.

"Forever and always." She replied.

"Good. Now how's about that bath? I think this calls for a night in." He removed her suit jacket, putting it down on the couch. He leaned down, kissing her shoulder, before sliding down her tank top straps, sliding it down her body. As she began to remove her bra, Fitz massaged her shoulder blades, humming Sparks by Coldplay in her ear.

"You remember my favorite song?" she asked him.

"I remember everything about you. I remember that your favorite color isn't just blue, it's aqua. Your favorite flower is the Casablanca lily, which, you wore in your hair on our first date. The first time you told me you loved me, was when we were on the floor in my apartment after our food fight that I won. You love singing, but you hardly ever do it, and you're unbelievably, irrevocably, in love with me."

Olivia smiled a little bit, clearing her throat. "Well you're right about all but one thing Fitz, baby." He looked at her, confused, unsure of what he got wrong.

"I won that food fight." She said, with a wink, letting him know that she was okay and that together, they would make it through any obstacle that tried to stand in their way. He chuckled, as she dropped her bra to the floor, working next on her pants.

"I remember everything about you too, Fitz. You love Hazelnut coffee with a dash of cinnamon, you sleep with your pillow folded in half, you dyed your hair blonde once because you thought Cindy Stabler would date you, and I mean more to you than anyone else ever has." She looked up at him then, kissing him deeply.

Olivia dropped her pants down to the floor, stepping out of them one leg at a time. She stood only in her pink lace panties. Fitz wrapped his arms around her, deepening the kiss, their lips fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle. When they finally pulled apart, both out of breath, Olivia smiled. "You order the food, I'll go get the tub ready." She sashayed off to the bathroom, and Fitz couldn't help but think to himself, that perfection is going to be my wife someday.

He took off his suit jacket and began to undo his tie, grabbing the phone and going to the fridge for the takeout menus. He called this little Italian bistro that he and Olivia went to a couple of times, and ordered two orders of lobster ravioli, some breadsticks, and asked them to pick up a bouquet of Casablanca lilies, and he would pay them 50 extra dollars to do so.

He put his shirt and tie on the couch, now unzipping his pants and pulling those off, one pant leg at a time. He stood outside of the bathroom in only his boxers, preparing himself to take in what he knew would be an amazing night.

He opened the bathroom door, to reveal a dimly lit room, the only lighting provided by dozens of candles around the bathroom. He smiled a wide smile, which would have made Olivia go weak in the knees if she wasn't sitting in the bathtub. Olivia sat in the bathtub, the water coming up to her shoulders, the bubbles hiding the rest of her body from view. Her hair was pulled up in a loose high ponytail, and her skin was practically glowing. Fitz had to stop himself from jumping into the bathtub like a wild animal, and having her right then and there.

"Hi," she said with a smile.

"Hi, sweet baby."

Olivia giggled, beckoning for him to come join her, and he removed his boxers, walking over to the tub, stepping behind Olivia, laying her back against his chest. He kissed her temple, sighing happily. At long last, they were together. Not necessarily with a title on their relationship, but they knew what it was, and that's all that matters.

Olivia picked up the same book they were reading together, five years ago, bookmarked at the same page they left off at. "You kept it, all this time." Fitz said, with a hint of shock in his voice.

Olivia looked at him, with a smile on her face. "I always had hope that we'd end up together."

He wrapped his arms around her, resting his chin on her shoulder, as she started reading where they left off.