I truly apologize for not updating sooner. The past few weeks have been incredibly rough for me. And I recently just lost a good friend of mine. But, writing always helps me feel better. So, here you go. I'll try and update sooner for the next chapter. As always, reviews are loved and appreciated!

Olivia slipped on her favorite robe and stared at the person in the mirror. It looked like her, but it was a much happier version. The woman in the mirror's skin was glowing, and her eyes were wide with excitement. There was a permanent smile plastered on her lips, and when a man wrapped his arms around her waist, and buried his face in her neck, her smile only widened.

She turned around to face Fitzgerald Grant, the long lost love of her life. Five years had separated them, but the last 12 hours together made it feel as though no time had passed at all. She fit perfectly in his arms, as if she were born to be there. She stared up at him, and he stuck out his tongue at her, causing her to laugh. He kissed her forehead, closing his eyes, capturing the memory.

"Come on, Livvie. Let's go watch the movie." He picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder, as she playfully hit him on the back, yelling for him to put her down. He walked out of the bathroom into the living room, and with a swift motion, threw her down on the couch. She pulled him down ontop of her with a smile. She breathed him in, her lips moving in synchronization with his. Olivia never had a relationship like the one she had with Fitz. Everything they did mirrored one another. If Olivia shifted her weight, Fitz shifted his at the same time.

He broke the kiss, looking down at her. He said nothing, stroking her cheek with his thumb.

"Fitz, what is it?"

"Nothing. It's just. I love you. So much. And to get to be doing this again, to be here with you. I feel like everything is back in place. I feel….I feel"

"Complete." They said at the same time, smiling afterwards. Fitz nodded at her, giving her a light peck on the lips. "I feel complete, Livvie. You make me complete. And I just want to thank you for existing, because without you, I wouldn't be."

The doorbell rang, and Fitz got up to answer the door. He tightened the bathrobe, before opening the door. He greeted the deliveryman with a smile.

Olivia smiled, lifting her hand to her cheek. They were starting to hurt from smiling so much. But it was a good hurt. She looked over at the door, noticing that Fitz was blocking her view. What is he doing over there? She wondered. They've been talking forever.

Fitz said thanks again to the man, and turned around, holding the bag of their Italian food in one hand, and a bouquet of Casablanca lilies in the other. Olivia gasped in shock, glaring her eyes at him. "You're going to spoil me rotten, you know that, don't you?"

Fitz chuckled, bringing the flowers over to her, kissing her lightly on the forehead. She took hold of them, bringing them up to her face with a smile. No one had ever treated her this well. Especially not Jake.

Fitz walked into the kitchen, grabbing a plate out of the cupboard. He walked over to the counter, sharing out the food. "You know, I think every day from now on, I'm going to bring home a Casablanca lily. Every day you deserve to see and realize how perfect you are and how much I love you." He walked back into the living room, handing her the plate, before sitting down next to her. She cuddled up next to him, bringing the fork to her lips. Fitz remembered that the lobster ravioli was her favorite dish. She chewed as she picked up another piece, lifting the fork up to his mouth. He smiled, before opening his mouth, allowing Olivia to feed him.

He turned on the tv, allowing Breakfast at Tiffany's to play. They sat there for awhile, casually looking at one another the entire time. It was comfortable, being back together after all these years. And Fitz was determined, no matter what, to be with Olivia for the rest of his life. No matter who tried to come in between them. Sad thing is, poor Fitz didn't know what was coming.

Fitz' alarm clock rang, and he groaned in response. He turned over, reaching out to the pillow next to him feeling nothing but cold. Olivia hadn't slept over that night, he had forgotten. He sat up, and rubbed his eyes. He phone buzzed on his nightstand, and he knew it would only be one person. He picked it up, and mumbled into the receiver.

"Go away and let me sleep."

"Fitzgerald Grant!" Olivia feigned an appalled tone. "Don't you make me come over there!"

"Come over and come to bed with me. I know how to keep you busy." He said with a smirk. He got up out of bed, walking to the bathroom. For the past three weeks, this had been his morning routine. Every day he would go to work, have his lunch break in his office while talking to Olivia, go back to work, have dinner with Olivia, and usually they would spent the night together. They were taking things slow, and falling more in love every single day.

He brushed his teeth while Olivia filled him in on the previous night's episode of Friends. Olivia had just discovered the TV show, and loved to tell Fitz about the storyline, as if he never saw the show. But he found it cute when she went off on tangents about the show, so he never interrupted her, or made fun of her for never seeing it.

"I swear, if Ross and Rachel aren't together by the end of this show, I'm suing someone."

"Livvie, you can't sue someone every time you don't get your way."

"Oh yeah? Just watch me."

He chuckled, walking back to his bedroom. He began to dress for work, knowing Olivia was doing the same thing. "What time are you coming over tonight?"

On the other side of the phone, Olivia was in front of her laptop, making a lunch reservation for her and Fitz to go to his favorite restaurant. She had already spoken to his secretary the previous day, cancelling all meetings and appointments he had, so that they had the entire day to themselves.

"I don't think I can come over tonight, babe. We've got a new client, some guy running for Governor, I believe his name is Reston or something. But, we can still do lunch."

Fitz sighed a little, his voice becoming pouty. "It's not the same as seeing you, though. I miss you." Olivia thought it was so cute and adorable when he pouted. Especially when he was doing it over silly things. "Fitzgerald, you just saw me last night!"

Olivia got up, grabbed her tan trenchcoat, and made her way to the door. "I don't care," he said, "I miss you. It's like a person with asthma being away from their inhaler. You help me breathe!" he joked. She put her shoes on, closing the door behind her. She locked the door, before making her way to the elevator. "Fitzgerald, it is 7:25. You better be out of that apartment."

Fitz not only wasn't out of his apartment, he was laying back on his bed, in his full suit. He covered his mouth, trying to hide his laughter. "Fitz?" Olivia called. "FITZGERALD THOMAS GRANT THE THIRD IF YOU ARE BACK IN THAT BED-"

At that point Fitz lost it, laughing so loudly, that Olivia couldn't help but join in. He got up, grabbing his briefcase, and made his way to the front door. "Alright, alright, I'm at the front door." He set his alarm code, opening and closing the door behind him, heading to his office. "I am out of the house, and on my way to work. So lunch, 12:15?"

"12:15. I love you, Fitz. Have a good morning."

"I love you too, Liv. Talk to you soon."

The drive to their offices was dull, but they were both still all smiles by the time they got there. Fitz was whistling on his way to his office. He sat down at his desk, and his secretary Lauren came in with his coffee. "Good morning, Mr. Grant." She handed him the mug with his name on it.

He smiled up at her, in thanks. "Good morning, Lauren. How was your night?"

"It was decent, my friends and I went out for dinner and drinks."

"That sounds fun. Alright, what do we have for today?"

She handed him the schedule for today, and he looked through it, feeling a little confused. "Lauren….I don't have any meetings after 11:35. I thought Mrs. Hoffman was coming in at 2:45 today."

Olivia already prepped Lauren on how to explain this. "Mrs. Hoffman called about 10 minutes ago, saying that she needed to reschedule. She was unsure as to if she could come today, or tomorrow, so I just told her that you would be here regardless, so if she needed to pop in, that it would be fine."

Fitz nodded, somewhat annoyed. He understood that Lauren was trying to help, but if he didn't have any meetings after 11:30, then he would have much rather taken the rest of the day off, to go and surprise Olivia. He sighed, starting some paperwork on one of his cases.

Olivia got to her office, to begin working on the case for Reston. Her team consisted of four people: Harrison Wright, Abby Whelan, Stephen Finch, and Huck. They didn't know whether Huck was his first or last name, but they just went with it. When Olivia arrived, the team was already in the situation room, pinning up the pictures they needed for the case.

"Alright people, what do we got?" Olivia asked.

All morning long, they discussed the case, each member of Olivia Pope and Associates getting a task for the remainder of the day. Olivia knew that this case would be open and shut. She looked down at her watch, and the time said 12:10. She put on her jacket.

"And where are you going?" asked Harrison. Harrison was like a big little brother to her, in a way. He was always trying to protect her and watch out for her.

"Look at the smile she's sporting," said Abby, "it's clear she's gonna go do it with her new boo." Abby always said what was on her mind. It wasn't necessarily a good thing, because she didn't ever really have a filter. It was something she needed to work on.

"Okay Abby, remember what you need to work on? That's example A. I'm going to be unavailable for the rest of the day, but if it's a dire emergency, call my cell. This case is a no brainer guys, you've got this." Olivia walked out of the situation room, towards the elevator. She pressed the lobby button, humming lightly. The doors opened, and she waited as they closed again. The moment they did, she shoved her hand in her purse, looking for her favorite perfume. She spritzed it on, before running her hands through her hair. She decided she would fix her makeup in the car. The elevator dinged, and she stepped out, her head raised high. Fitz was in for a great surprise date.