Be safe and be kind, everyone.
Until next time
Love,
Muse xoxo
Previously
He stares at his watch
"Call Rick again! And give me an ETA on when my daughter is here!" Fitz yells slamming his phone down.
He hasn't drunk in six months, but today, he needs a drink, he needs relief. Olivia had his baby, he saw the pictures, but he couldn't accept the truth, he couldn't imagine Olivia keeping something this big from him. But she did, and because of that, he's missed out on his daughter's life.
Blaming Olivia is easier than blaming himself. She tried reaching out, but he was afraid of falling under her spell. Now, he's missed out on the life he's always wanted with the woman he loved.
It's not fair.
He downs the glass of whiskey, and downs another before stopping himself. He can't get drunk with Hope coming, he has to be alert. It's been some time since he took care of the baby, but he's never been more ready than he is now.
He wants Hope. Needs her. He's been drowning slowly, painfully day after day. But today, he felt something and still does.
He's alive again, and it's because of Hope.
He brushes his teeth and gargles, he orders his agents to buy clothes, a crib, and any toy that they can find and bring it to him.
Eyeing the phone on his nightstand he contemplates answering it. But he knows ignoring the phone call will lead to other issues that he simply doesn't have the time for.
It's Angela.
"Hey." He answers
"Hi, sweetie. How's it going over there."
"Ugh, it's been enlightening…"
"You seem tired."
"Yeah, I am…it's been pretty overwhelming over here."
"I told you to let me come, I could have relieved that tension."
Fitz lets out a slight chuckle "What was I thinking" he smirks
"You weren't thinking" Angela laughs reminding him. One day, Fitz told Angela he was leaving for New Zealand early when she tried to come as support. He declined, as he told her it wouldn't be fair for her to be stuck in a hotel room waiting for him.
"What did you do today?"
He takes a minute to answer the question "I met some locals, did some searching and I reconnected with a friend."
"What's his name?"
A knock is heard and the door opens and closes immediately.
"I have to go." Fitz hangs up without saying goodbye.
Walking back into the foyer he sees Hope nestled in Olivia's arms.
X
The large spacious living room feels tiny with the three occupying it.
A beat passes.
He watches Olivia cradle his baby in her arms. It still feels surreal. That she did it, at moments he is unsure whether he is happy or sad about the revelation. A dream is a dream, but reality is something else entirely.
The tension is too thick. The anticipation is painful. After being away from one another for so long, Olivia and Fitz find themselves back in each other's orbit; Like a moth to a flame.
"Thank you for bringing her." Fitz offers to take Hope from Olivia's arms but she makes a misstep moving to her right to look at the room. Avoiding the moment that she knows is inevitable.
"Olivia" Fitz warns watching Olivia kiss Hope on the crown of her head.
"I'm staying," Olivia answers firmly but her eyes water and race around the room before briefly landing on him.
"Who sa-"
"I'm staying, Fitz." This time her voice is stronger. Her tone will not accept anything but what she wants. There she is. "I am still nursing, and Hope doesn't like bottles. Not very much. I need to be here for her."
Staring at one another, Olivia promises herself not to cry but to remain cold, and strong in her resolve.
"A lot of people needed you Olivia, but that didn't stop you from leaving." He walks around the room. Pouring a glass of scotch, he wasn't going to drink but with Olivia present, invading his space and occupying his thoughts. He needs the relief, the sweet absolution.
Adjusting Hope in her arms, Olivia moves towards Fitz "I left everyone to raise our daughter."
Fitz stares at Olivia before downing his scotch and refilling it again "I could have helped raise 'our daughter'."
"You didn't answer."
"You. Know how to reach me!" Fitz yells but pulls back looking at Hope squirm in Olivia's arms.
"The only person you have to blame is yourself. I took my daughter and brought her to safety. Away from the crazy that is your life!"
"My life! You are the reason I am there!"
Olivia rolls her eyes "You got to be president."
"I didn't want it!" Fitz pleads "I never wanted any of it. I wanted nothing until I met you."
God. He can't remember the last time he felt alive. She is like a summer breeze. Olivia has him burning, yet content under her blistering gaze.
"I'm not fighting with you," Olivia warns him.
Fitz walks back to his corner.
"Once again, you get to decide whether we fight. Whether you rig an election. Whether I become a president….a father!" Fitz yells with tears rolling down his face.
Moving towards Fitz she stares at him with tears falling down her face. Wanting him to see that she too is suffering.
"You can't raise her in the White House."
"I'm raising Teddy there."
"Hope is black. She is your love child. Your presidency will be marked not for your achievements but for this scandal. They already call you 'JFK' due to your philandering…but Hope. She would be hunted. People will hate her. They will try and kill her because the rich white president left his white family, and his white wife to be with a black woman and then the Republican president had a baby out of wedlock."
"Hope needs to be protected."
"I am her protector!" Olivia raises her voice.
Licking his lips he takes a deep breath. "Can I hold my daughter?"
Timidly she hands her sleeping baby to Fitz. Hope fidgets slightly but goes back to sleep with her daddy patty on her back. Olivia stares at them briefly before looking around the room. She can't see them together. Dreaming about them is one thing, but reality is another.
Pulling away, she smoothes her shirt "Hope was fed an hour ago, so she should be okay. She can sleep with you in your room, and you can bring her to me when she wakes up in the middle of the night and I'll nurse her."
Fitz shakes his head "Did she have a bath?"
"I didn't bathe her today. Hope has some eczema and her pediatrician told me not to bathe her every day so I do it every other day. She'll be ready for her bath tomorrow."
"Okay." Fitz's eyes soften "Did you eat?"
Olivia snorts "I'm not hungry."
"I'm not either, but you still need to eat." Fitz reminds her, rubbing Hope's back absentmindedly.
He shows Olivia the kitchen and the laid-out food on the table.
"I ordered everything." He smiles sadly, he takes a good look at Olivia "Make sure you eat."
Her eyes flutter at the tenderness in his voice "I'll eat if you do."
Pulling out a chair for Olivia with one hand, he guides her to sit, as he moves to sit across from her.
"I'll take Hope." Olivia offers putting down her fork and reaching for her sleepy baby. More times than she can count she ate her for cold, and later than everyone else while tending to Hope.
"I have her. You eat." Fitz smiles "I'm sure you haven't eaten warm food in a while."
Taking a bite of her baked chicken Olivia smiles "You have no idea." She moans at the warmth "I opt for cold food nowadays just because I hate warming up my food in the microwave and I don't oppose warming it up, but just doing it three times…it turns to rubber."
Fitz laughs, a true deep rich belly laugh. He pats Hope's back as she jumps from the vibrations "Daddy's sorry" he whispers in her ear while looking at Olivia.
Why is he always punished? Suffering.
This is all he's ever wanted.
Olivia.
Hope.
A family.
Their family.
Everything feels right, but why isn't it though?
"What's wrong?" Olivia asked sensing the warmth and joy dissipate.
Fitz sighs softly "This. Us. This could've been us starting our family, raising our daughter…we were almost there…"
She can feel the water burning inside her eyes, she closes them tightly, damning them not to fall. But she opens them and he's there staring at her with the same tortured heartbreak look he's given her every time.
Wiping her mouth with her napkin, she plays with her fork. She's not hungry anymore.
"You should finish eating while your food is warm." Fitz offers to change the subject back to something easy.
"I'm not hungry anymore," Olivia answers sadly
Olivia drops her fork "I am sorry, Fitz." Tears fall down her eyes "You have no idea, how sorry I am for ruining your life, and Hope's…"
He stares at her, shocked how can she think so low of herself? "You saved her life, Liv."
She covers her face in her napkin, not wanting him to see her cry. "You saved mine." He smiles sadly at her.
Under the white cloth, she tries to compose herself; wiping the tears that continue to fall freely. He said the words she wanted to hear. And, God does it feel good. To have affirmation and confirmation that she did the right thing.
She pulls the napkin down partially to look at Fitz.
He stares at her kindly, his anger slowly dissolving.
"Tell me about Hope." He offers knowing they aren't ready for the talk they need to have
Olivia pulls her tight curls into a bun. She's burning under his intense stare.
"She's perfect." Olivia laughs "She loves Elmo, loves cocomelon. Her favorite food is yogurt and oatmeal. And She loves bath time." Olivia laughs loudly "and she's incredibly stubborn. Just so hardheaded, she doesn't listen."
Olivia hears Fitz laugh " I wonder who she got that from."
"You," Olivia says snippy but her eyes light up with mischief and small sparkle.
"Me?" Fitz scoffs "You are the most hard-headed person there is. No one can tell Olivia Pope what to do."
"You told me what to do a few times." Olivia quips taking a sip of her wine, she didn't mean to say that. But somehow the truth always manages to come out. She liked it when Fitz would take control, even when she yelled in protest, she would relish in the pleasure of him taking control, telling her what to do. The relief she felt when he took care of her…she would imagine ever so often how he would have been with her pregnancy.
Fitz makes eye contact with Olivia, he's not smiling. His face turns serious as though remembering all the times he would take control of Olivia.
"Thank you for dinner. I can take Hope while you eat." Olivia offers to end the subject and wants her security blanket, Hope.
"I ate earlier." Fitz answers simply though he hasn't.
The tension is relentless.
"I bought Hope something...with my own money" Olivia laughs kindly "I just wanted her to have something from me."
"We can wake her up." Olivia offers.
With time, Hope is up and confused by her surroundings, reaching for her mom, Olivia takes her and waits for Fitz to return with his gift.
"Before Hope came, I was downstairs in the gift shop…I can't go out and shop for baby clothes…but I saw this and…I want her to have something to remember me by."
Olivia stares at him tenderly; Watching as Fitz hands their daughter a soft cotton bunny. Fitz smiles proudly as Hope hugs the bunny tightly.
"Say thank you, Dada," Olivia whispers in Hope's ear as she hands her to Fitz, who happily takes her in his arms.
"I was there over an hour looking for the perfect gift, for my perfect girl." Fitz kisses Hopes's cheek and hugs her tightly. It still feels surreal. In a few hours, he became a father again, and to the women he always wanted a child with.
"It's beautiful, Fitz." Olivia smiles at him sweetly; feeling the usual butterflies in his presence, slowly growing.
She can't do this. Not now. Not ever again.
"I'm going to go lay in my room. Is that okay?"
Fitz nods his head, watching as Olivia walks away again.
/
Lying in the bed, he examines Hope closely. Her eyelashes are long and thick, her eyebrows perfectly arch, her full lips and brown hair.
She's perfect.
She's everything.
Fitz smiles. The world's most imperfect people somehow made the perfect baby.
It seems impossible. But they did.
The bed begins to vibrate, grabbing the phone he sees the name. It's Angela. He doesn't want to talk to her. Pressing a button he silences the phone and watches his daughter drift to sleep again.
/
"What Alice?" Olivia answers annoyed
"You raggedy bitch! You are Olivia Pope!"
"Ugh." Olivia rolls her eyes annoyed that Alice has found her. "I'm not her anymore."
"Bullshit! You are a celebrity! I'm best friends with American royalty!"
"I'm not royal Alice!" Olivia answers annoyed "I'm a commoner. But Fitz" she takes a moment "he's American royalty. He's the prince that turned into the king." Olivia plays with Hope's toy; Something to distract her.
"But you are American royalty if he picked you," Ryan argues.
"He didn't pick me"
"He did though, I saw the video on YouTube where he picked you up from your apartment." Alice agrees
"You.." Olivia stops herself and realizes what Alice said: "You've been on YouTube this entire time, watching me and Fitz."
"Uh Yeah!" Alice answers happily not seeing what the fuss is about "I'm an olitz fan."
"Oh my god." Olivia huffs flabbergasted
"So he did pick you and you picked him. I saw your interview too." Ryan admits that he too sat with Alice and watched Olivia on YouTube. Shane was there but with her being from America she knows more about Olivia than they did. But to Alice and Ryan's surprise watching Olivia on their laptop made them feel closer to her. They saw their friend in a new light, how incredible and badass she truly was.
"Kill me now."
"No!" You need to go back to America." Alice answers
"I'm not going back there."
"You have to," Shane speaks up this time.
"I don't."
"He's got your baby." Ryan reminds Olivia
"Guys …Hope will be with me. I am her mother. She will be a zoo animal there in America."
"You have to claim your place in American history."
"As being the whore? it's already there. I will go down in history not for what I accomplished, but for being President Grant's mistress and homewrecker."
"You don't miss it?"
"No."
"I know you do. Come on! You were fixing people! Now you only Fix Hope a bottle." Alice answers bored, after watching Olivia in action. Alice needs her back in Washington. She'll be there of course, she already has her bag packed, she just needs to know the time and date.
"I like that Alice. I love it. My life is calmer since I left."
"You don't feel unfinished? Like your book doesn't have another story to tell or two." Shane asked, she knew Olivia was hurting. And scared but like her friends she can see that it is time for Olivia to find her way back home.
She stares outside. "I can't go back there."
"Okay, baby." Alice gives up. "Has the president eaten you out yet?"
"Alice!" Olivia yells shocked as though Fitz can hear their talk.
"What!" She feigns ignorance.
"We aren't fucking." She whispers
"Yet." Ryan answers simply causing everyone to laugh
"He hates me," Olivia answers sadly. "You should see the way he looks at me. I've broken him, this time it's for good."
"There's a thin line between love and hate." Shane offers having observed the way the President stared at Olivia.
"Listen to Yoda" Alice begs Olivia.
"We aren't doing that. I am not doing that. He has a girlfriend."
"That hasn't stopped you before," Alice answers cheekily, having gotten caught up with the American drama; that is the president, his ex-wife, and Olivia.
Without saying a word, Olivia hangs up on the group.
Of course, they would make fun of her past.
/
A knock.
Fitz enters her room with Hope in his arms, not waiting to be let enter.
Olivia immediately moves somehow feeling exposed by his presence
"Hi SweetBaby" Olivia whispers to Hope who's upset about waking up without her mama.
Fitz makes a noise, he wasn't expecting Olivia to say that. It unnerves him, how she can go on with life while he remains frozen where she left him.
Wearing a silk lavender nightgown, Olivia soothes a crying Hope, sliding her strap down. She places Hopes on the bed next to her, and like instinct, Hope turns to her mom and begins to nurse.
Her crying stops.
Looking down at her large brown eyes, Olivia too is at peace with her daughter in her arms. They stare at one another in silence both exchanging knowing glances. What is it that they are feeling? Fear, relief, and overwhelming joy at the other's presence.
The bed dips and Olivia jumps at the sound. She looks up at Fitz moving to the other side of the bed, with Hope in between her parents.
Fitz kisses the crown of Hope's head, and Olivia can feel the warmth of his breath on her breast.
They make eye contact before Fitz lets go and stares at Hope in awe and adoration.
"How do you do it?"
"Do what?" Olivia whispers refusing to make eye contact with Fitz.
"Move on so easily."
She looks up at Fitz, shocked that he could think that.
"What makes you think that?"
"Because you have."
Olivia smiles annoyed "You have a girlfriend. You are the leader of the free world and President of the United States. I'm not the one who's ever moved on first."
Fitz stares at Olivia, playing with Hopes's hand absentmindedly "Why did you run away?"
Olivia rolls her eyes "I had to escape."
"You mean you had to escape from me." Fitz clarifies, this time their eyes meet and he is no longer angry, but hurt.
There is no joy in hurting Fitz. As long as she can remember, Fitz has always been her soft spot, despite what she may feel for him, she never wants to hurt him. If she had a choice she would choose to be punished instead of hurting him, but somehow despite trying to protect him he always manages to get hurt. And somehow despite him trying to protect her, she always manages to get burned.
"They would have found out about Hope, and she wouldn't have a day of peace…I couldn't do that to her."
"And you don't think I would protect her?"
"You would try but you couldn't protect me either."
The room becomes incredibly frigid both waxing and waning discussing subjects of their relationship that have never been touched, but both feel. Resentment, jealousy, anger, lust. Olivia knows she shouldn't bring up her kidnapping, but her therapist tells her it is best to confront her demons and while Fitz has always been her angel, with him carries demons, her demons.
"When I had security on you, you were screwing them," Fitz remarks coldly.
How can she forget, Jake? Her confidant, her lover, her enemy, her brother. She forgot about him so easily. As quickly as he entered her life, she soon forgot about him with her departure. The nature of their relationship deteriorated. What they once had in common is no longer enough to teether them together. Her father is no longer a factor in her life which means Jake isn't either.
Since moving to New Zealand, Olivia has only felt relief from their absence. Olivia can only imagine their disdain when they find out that she had Fitz's baby after all. Jake will comment on her picking Fitz, and she will attack him and then apologize feeling sorry for him. But they will share the truth, knowing that what Olivia says is always true.
If it came to Jake or Fitz, she would always pick Fitz.
"And you had a wife." She answers coldly. Remembering all the years she spent watching him grow old and raise his family with Mellie. The holidays, the vacations, Mellie had him in ways she'd only dreamed of.
"You blamed me for going to war for you. No matter what I do, it's never enough for you."
Olivia shakes her head "I'm one person, Fitz. I'm not worth the hundred people who lost their lives."
"You aren't." Fitz agrees.
She stares at him hurt.
"You were worth more."
Tears begin to pull in her eyes. She can see up close that Fitz has aged, the thin lines on his face have grown darker, his eyes more sunken. Despite everything that has happened to them, she would still pick him.
After all these years, and all the pain and hurt that has come with their unholy union, she would still choose him.
Today.
Tomorrow.
In the next lifetime, she would still pick him.
Fitz was her choice. Jake was Rowan's choice. But Fitz gave her something no one else has; The freedom to love.
"I know why you took her…but you couldn't tell me? I love her Olivia… I have loved the idea of Hope before she was born and now…"
" She will grow up and have questions, some I won't be able to answer. I will live with my decision and have no regrets because everything I have done has been for her."
"Stealing an election? Running away? Faking an abortion." He snaps angrily.
"I didn't fake an abortion." She stares at him incredulously at how he can speak so lowly of her.
"Oh really." He answers annoyed. "My agents said they took you to planned parenthood."
"I went to have an abortion. I wanted you out of me." She hisses with unresolved anger "You have taken everything from me. And so I went to the clinic to take back my life." She answers angrily.
"What have I taken from you?" His face turns to a scowl, his brow furrowed in confusion.
"I lost everything for you. I was kidnapped because of you. I lost my integrity to make you president. I gave up my job to be with you. I lost my life to raising your daughter. I gave up everything for you. So, yes. I went to the clinic to extract you from my life."
"And what do you think you have taken from me?" His voice drops an octave, with slow and controlled rage.
"You got everything out of our transaction."
"Transaction? That is what you are calling it now?" He shakes his head annoyed "You came to the White House only when you needed a favor. I went against my party, my allies, the people I was sworn to protect for you….I lost my son because of you, and now you have taken my daughter from me."
"You blame me for Jerry. That is why I ran away" She wipes her tears "I loved him too."
"I didn't and don't blame you. But somehow you blame me for everything bad that has happened to you. I know your father wasn't nice to you, I know he still isn't nice, but I never blamed you for his actions. But all you do is blame me, for everything." He emphasizes
She stares at him heartbroken yet relieved, as though she can breathe for the first time since they departed.
"You still hate me because I fell in love with you." He answers simply
"No." Olivia shakes her head " I hate myself for falling in love with you. Loving you was never the mission. That wasn't the plan. But I did. And you made me…"
She takes a deep breath "You are the sun. And I am Icarus. I flew too close to the sun and I got burned. That is what happens when people get close to you Fitz…they get burned…it's not your fault. You can't control it, but it doesn't stop the pain."
"You can't make me the bad guy."
"I'm not." Olivia answers sincerely "You are good, Fitz." Olivia smiles sadly "Pure" she laughs "The people who surround you are monsters, myself included, and yet you are an angel. You are the eye of the storm."
A deep breath escapes his lips "I didn't know it was that difficult."
Licking her lips she moves a fraction closer to Fitz. " You are the President of the United States. You are loved all over the world. And I get to be loved by one, you gave me Hope. She is more than enough for me." Taking a deep breath she looks at Fitz " I deserve her." Olivia smiles happily "After years of pain and heartache, I deserve my daughter. I deserve Hope. All the pain and suffering I endured have not been in vain. I finally got something out of it. I got Hope"
He looks at Olivia upset, and he wipes the tears that fall from his face "And what about me? I think I deserve to be her father too."
"Fitz…"
"I prayed for her… I dreamt of her…I deserve my daughter. We can both have her." He offers
"Fitz… they will destroy her. The media will torment her."
Fitz moves away from Olivia in the bed, sitting up he turns to look at her "Olivia, I want my daughter. My daughter will take her place in this world. I am not ashamed of her. She will come home. She deserves to be in the history books next to her father. It's time." He answers finally removing himself from the bed.
"Fitz" Olivia jumps from the bed after him. She grabs his hand to stop him from leaving. "Don't" she warns. "She will be the love child of the philandering President Grant, your achievements will be gone. All the work we did to put you there will be erased. Remember how the media attacked and followed John John…that will be child play when it comes to Hope."
"Hope is my greatest achievement."
She stares at him shocked but not surprised. "Hope deserves to be Happy."
"She will be happy. With her family."
"I am her family," Olivia answers coldly. "She is my everything. I made her. I brought something good and pure in this world and I will be damned if I let anything take her."
"We made her. And I am sure Hope will want to be claimed as the child of President Grant, not hidden in the shadow as some dirty little secret. I am not ashamed of my daughter."
"I didn't say that you are."
He stops to look at Olivia "No." He moves closer to Olivia sensing something deeper "But you are ashamed."
"What?" Her voice drops
"You are the one upset, ashamed by having my baby. Another failure. Right?" He answers sadly
"That's not fair," Olivia whispers incredibly hurt, not because it was mean but because he's right.
"Tell me I'm wrong?" He walks to Olivia as she stumbles pushing back into the door.
She opens her mouth to object but nothing comes out.
"Didn't think so." Fitz answers coolly walking away into the living room with Olivia following behind him "Hope has a brother and a sister waiting to meet her. She will not be hidden."
"We can fix this." Olivia offers
"There is nothing to fix." Fitz answers simply "I want to spend time with my daughter. I am going to be her father. Not later, but now. She is coming home to America."
"You can't take her from me." Olivia hisses angrily and confused
"I'm not taking her. Unlike you, you are welcome to come. It would be cruel to take a child from their parent." He answers coldly pouring himself a glass of scotch.
"I will fight you, Fitz," Olivia warns staring at Fitz with anger and a ray of emotions.
He walks to Olivia only this time she doesn't step away from him. "You will lose. I want us to get along for Hope's sake. You do not like me. I do not like you. But we can love our daughter." He offers a truce walking back into the room to look at Hope.
"Fitz…" she watches him kiss Hope on the head
"You will have one month to bring Hope home."
"Or what." She challenges him
He stares at Olivia "Or I will come and take her home myself. Secret Service will be present. You can't hide anymore."
"Please."
"Time is up."
She watches him walk away into his room.
/
Closing the door, she sobs into her hands. Muffling her cries and screams.
'He can't do this?'
A wave of nausea washes over Olivia as she thinks about what people will say. Her gladiators? Jake? Her father? What would he do to Hope? She won't allow him to get close to her. She'll be damned if Hope turns into her. Nothing good will come out of her going back to that place.
But how can she stop Fitz?
/
The door opens and closes slightly. He turns to see Olivia climbing in bed.
"Olivia, what are you doing?"
She climbs onto him. Never saying a word.
"Liv?"
Sitting on top of Fitz she moves closer to him only he flips her on her back.
"Where's Hope?"
But she doesn't answer.
"Where is Hope?" Fitz pleads
"She's sleeping in her bassinet." Her voice comes out broken, deeper.
"What are you doing?" He ask concerned.
"Please don't take my baby," Olivia whispers scared.
Fitz pulls back. Stunned that Olivia would act like this "You are begging?" He whispers shocked
She looks up at him, coldly "I am begging. I will do whatever I have to, to keep my daughter safe. "
He stares at Olivia shocked "You were trying to have sex with me, to change my mind?"
"Yes," Olivia answers strongly, she's not ashamed.
Fitz pulls back from Olivia, with his back on the headboard he looks at Olivia. He shakes his head as though trying to understand what just took place.
Minutes pass. Neither saying a word, but stuck in their own world.
"Hope… can stay."
"What?" She whispers shocked.
Fitz turns to look at Olivia, his eyes sad but accepting defeat "Hope, can stay here. If you have to try and manipulate me with sex…I don't want to be that person anymore Olivia. I am not that person anymore."
Olivia wipes her tears, ashamed of her actions.
"Hope, can stay… I'll see her whenever I get out of my cage…" he takes a minute to compose himself and the sacrifice he just made. "Just let her know, I tried." Fitz gets up from the bed and walks away; leaving Olivia alone once again.
/
A knock.
"Come in."
Olivia comes in with Hope on her hip.
"Hi."
He stares at Olivia coldly "What can I do for you, ?"
Olivia's eyes flicker but she decides not to respond. Of course, he found out about her aliases.
"Okay."
"What?" He looks at Olivia confused.
"I know you have to leave. America needs their President."
Fitz drops his head not wanting to hear Olivia try and uplift him after bringing him down.
"But Hope needs her Father."
He stares at Olivia, too stunned to move better yet speak.
"You are right." Olivia smiles at Fitz with tears in her eyes as well "We don't have to be these people anymore."
"You're going to America?"
"We're going home."