WOW, loving the reviews. Here is a look at when Olivia found out she was pregnant. Also more of the present Olitz. Enjoy!
October 16, 2003 – Cambridge University
Olivia POV
Grey. It rained every day, there was no color, she felt like she was drowning in bleakness. It hurt sometimes to get out of bed and drag herself to class. She had changed her major to undecided when she had arrived. She wasn't sure if she still wanted to be a lawyer, she was taking Intro to English, Intro to Statistics, American History: 1845 – 1981; and Biology 101 and Psychology 101. She'd had one phone call from her father after she landed at Heathrow.
"Olivia, how was the flight?" his voice travelled well over the phone line.
"Listen to me very carefully, as long as I never step foot on American soil again, you are never to look for me, attempt to contact me or otherwise. As far as you are concerned, I am no longer your daughter." Her icy tone drove the message home to her father. If that didn't, the click of the phone after that did.
Drifting back to the present, she sat in the University's health care waiting room, she'd been feeling rough the past month, barely able to keep food down, she was wan and pale. She hadn't lost any weight, her breasts were tender and she was tired all the time. It was hard maintaining the academic load she had going on. Her father was paying for her school, he would get suspicious if she dropped a class.
He'd sent her a letter agreeing to her no-contact clause as long as she got a degree from Cambridge University, he would continue to pay for her room and board throughout college, otherwise she was on her own.
They called her name and she followed the nurse to the exam room. After getting her vitals, statistics and saying the doctor would be right in, she changed into the back gaping exam gown. Sitting awkwardly on the exam table, she jumped when an older lady with a gray bun walked in. Clad in her white coat, she sat in the rolling chair.
"What seems to be the problem?" the doctor, who had introduced herself as Dr. Verna asked.
Olivia described her symptoms. After the doctor checked a few things, she said they would draw some blood, she asked Olivia to submit a urine sample.
After Olivia had submitted the urine sample and had the blood taken, she was waiting in the exam room. The doctor came in, closing the door, she sat in the rolling chair.
"So what's wrong with me?" Olivia asked.
"You're pregnant, 12 weeks along, it looks like," Dr. Verna said, consulting the clipboard, "You're due May 4th."
Olivia gasped in shock. Never expecting that she'd be pregnant with Fitz's child and she couldn't even tell him. Damn her father. "It is unexpected but not unwelcome," she said. Putting a hand over her belly, she imagined a mini version of her and Fitz. A child conceived out of love. A child that would be raised without its father, at least until her father was dead.
The doctor went over the prenatal vitamins and recommended a good obstetrician over at the local hospital that would be happy to take over Olivia's care. Getting changed into her regular clothes, Olivia walked back out to the front, the clerk had taken the liberty of calling the obstetrician's practice and booking an appointment for Olivia next week so that she and the obstetrician could meet.
Walking out of the clinic, she wandered like a zombie back to her dorm room. Thanking the gods she had a single room, it was a rarity for a freshman to have a single, but her father had insisted and at this point, Olivia was glad. It would've been harder to hide a pregnancy with a roommate. She wasn't sure if her father had people watching her but she was determined to act as normal as possible.
If he did find out she was pregnant, he couldn't do anything, she was honoring the rules of their deal and her father took honor seriously. She was pretty sure, he had ways of knowing if she landed back on American soil without her warning him. If she stayed out of the United States, he would stay out of her business and she could raise her child without his interference.
Without Fitz. That thought broke her heart, one day they would all be together, she put her hand over her stomach.
August 24, 2013 – Antechamber – Reunion
Olivia POV
Olivia pulled herself up off her knees, she looked at her phone, it was 9pm, which meant it was 5am in London, she texted her friend to see if they'd headed to the airport yet. Smiling, she saw that Nancy was having trouble trying to wake Fitz. He was a stubborn 9 year old and he was not into being woken up early. She always had a struggle getting him out of bed for school in the morning.
She called Nancy, "Hi, can you put him on?"
She heard Nancy say, "Hey buddy, your mom's on the phone," hearing the rustle of bedcovers.
"Mom," his small young voice said. "I miss you."
Olivia struggled to hold back tears, she missed him so much. "I miss you too buddy. Are you being good for Nancy?"
"Yeah, I gotta get dressed so we can to the airport and get on the big plane," Fitz loved planes and wanted to be a pilot when he grew up.
"I can't wait to see you," she said. "Love you buddy, see you tomorrow."
"Love you too Mom," he said. He passed the phone back to Nancy. Olivia said her goodbyes and for Nancy to text her when she got to the airport.
Ballroom – Reunion
Fitz POV
Fitz was at the bar, pounding back Scotch like it was water. Andrew walked up to him, "What's wrong?" he asked. He had become friends with Andrew after they re-connected after college, despite living in different cities, they hung out once in a while if Andrew was in New York.
"Just found I have a son," Fitz said quietly.
Andrew stared at him in shock. Since high school, Andrew had gone to Dartmouth, then onto law school and was now a lawyer for a prominent firm in Boston. He'd married Mellie and they had 2 kids. Mellie was an interior designer. She was also here at the reunion but had been avoiding Fitz like the plague.
The buzz in the room grew louder when Olivia walked back into the room, she saw him at the bar and headed right over.
Fitz tossed back another Scotch, he slumped onto a bar stool and waited for Olivia to blast him when she came over.
She stood next to him at the bar and proceeded to ignore him, she asked the bartender for a dirty martini. Once she had paid for the drink and had it in her hand, she moved to walk away. Fitz grabbed her hand, "Wait."
Ripping her hand out of his grasp, she turned to look at him. "What?" she hissed at him.
"I just want to talk," he said unsure of how to approach her, he'd never dealt with an angry Olivia.
"I wanted to talk to you in private, but you didn't want to, I understand what I told you was a huge shock, but-" she was cut off by Fitz kissing her. Passionately, his lips moved overs, his hands drifted down to her waist and dragged her close to him.
Olivia dropped her drink as her hands moved up to his hair and wound ardently through his hair. Kissing him back with equal passion, their tongues thrust and parried. Pulling back, Olivia put a hand up over her lips, feeling their puffiness from the roughness of their kiss.
"Olivia, I just-" she pushed past him and beelined over to the other side of the room.
"Wow, guess some things don't change, you two still ended up together," an acidic voice spat at him as he turned, Mellie. She looked good, the years and having 2 kids had been kind to her. It looked a nip and maybe a tuck might also have helped.
Following in Olivia's path, he followed her as she stormed out of the ballroom and back out into the hallway.
More soon...