Chapter 27: At Peace

Another chapter! Oh, and I know that you're probably wondering where the book goes from here and I'll get to that in due time…Enjoy!

"The house is so beautiful. I still can't believe you…" Olivia sighs, shaking her head, still soaking it all in. "How much did this all cost?"

"That's none of your business." He smooths down her hair as she curls farther into him, burying her face in his chest. It was almost one o' clock in the morning and they were camping out in the living room for the night, grateful they had stuffed the car with as many blankets, sheets, and pillows as possible. It wasn't the most comfortable arrangement but they were just happy to be in each other's arms—and to finally be at peace. "This is my gift to you," he tells her, laying a soft kiss on her temple. "I don't want you to question it or feel guilty."

"I don't it's just…wow. No one's ever done anything like this for me."

"I love you," he tells her simply, explaining it with just those three words.

She grins. "I love you, too. And thank you."

"You don't have to keep thanking me for the house."

"No, not that. Thank you for coming to me, for chasing after me, for fighting for me, for…fixing me."

"I let you slip away from me too many times and I can't do that anymore. You're all mine, Olivia Pope," he whispers, tickling her neck with his low voice and slipping his hand down to her lower back. She release a low moan as she gets goosebumps.

It was a bit windy outside and they had been hearing weird noises, mostly coming from outside the house, but when a door down the hall abruptly closed shut, the two of them couldn't help but flinch a little. "You afraid of a little ghost?" Fitz teases.

She chuckles. "Hey, don't act like you didn't jump a little when you heard that. Maybe you should go check it out, you know, as the man of the house," Olivia says.

"Or I can be a gentleman and let the lady go first," he says with a cheesy grin.

She rolls her eyes. "Gosh, this reminds me of that first week we moved into our apartment together. It was a little windy sort of like it is now but we kept hearing noises in the kitchen-"

"And I thought there was a burglar in the house. I remember that now!" he beams. "We argued about whether or not to just stay in the bedroom or go check it out."

"I made you get up and go but then I eventually decided to join you."

"Then you saw something moving in the kitchen and told me it was a person, but it was just a towel. To this day I still don't know how you mistake a towel for a person," he tells her, laughing.

"I was still half-asleep!" She justifies. "And you're the one that decided to hit it with a broomstick," she says, giggling.

"Yep, and somehow I ended up poking myself in the eye and almost blinded myself. I could be such s klutz back then. But you stayed up with me until it felt better, so I thank you for that," he says.

She laughs and then sighs. "We had so many good memories in that house."

He nods. "We did…but we're going to make even better memories in this house," he assures her, depositing a suggestive, wet kiss to her elbow and pulling back slowly. She smiles faintly and caresses his bare chest, slowly and affectionately, making him groan. It had been so long since they had been like this with each other and she wanted him so badly. Her body was more than drawn to him—her soul craved his touch. "What if we made a memory tonight? Right now…" she suggests in a soft, lustful tone. She looks up at him and makes out his eyes with the moonlight. "Make love to me."

He stares back at her intently and for a moment she thinks he's going to refuse but in the next second his lips are crashing down on hers. He positions his legs in between hers and slips his hands below her, gripping her waist as their lips tango together. Fitz hears the moan that's caught in her throat and drags his tongue across the top off of her lips, teasing her even more. He tugs at her shirt which she happily helps him remove and then he gets back to work, beginning the trail down to her breasts. He hears Olivia gasp as he draws her nipple into his mouth then does the same with the other side.

She throws her head back and arches her back as Fitz kisses his way down her belly and lower, taking his sweet time.

"Fitz…" She cries out in pleasure and nervousness, panting hard. She couldn't believe how long it had been since anyone had made her feel this way and Fitz can sense this. Amidst his caressing, he whispers into her skin, loud enough for her to hear, "Trust me, sweet baby. Let me make you feel good." He continues his descent past her stomach, lowering her panties and moving down to her sweet spot. The affection that he was giving her body was driving her insane, making her feel like she was in another world.

She grips his curls, needing something to hold onto to keep her hooked onto reality. When he came up, he continued to show affection to every other inch of her body but she couldn't take it any longer. "I can't…Fitz please…"

"I'm coming, Livvie," he says softly. He slips off his briefs and stares into her eyes, gently and slowly taking the plunge, allowing her to adjust to him. When he sees that she's ready, he begins to move slowly and deeper as she locks her legs around his back. She closes her eyes as the passion consumes her but as he starts to move faster, he tells her, "Look at me, Livvie. I want to see you."

She pries her eyes open and he's again hit with those precious brown doe eyes of her that he could stare into for an eternity. He picks up the intensity, gaining louder moans out of her as she reaches her climax and finishes. She claws at his shoulders before wrapping her hands around his neck and forcing them to flip over. This move surprises Fitz for a moment but he soon adjusts, letting her continue as she positions herself over his length. She lowers her head to his and begins sucking on his lower lip, biting down and sliding it between her teeth as she lowers herself onto him. Fitz was usual the dominant one and she loved when he took control but she wanted to hold the reins right now, her confidence coming back to her. Olivia looks down at Fitz and they see the overwhelming love in each other's eyes. She sees everything she could ever want in his marvelous blue eyes and he sees his entire future in her gorgeous brown orbs. In this moment, they are connected in mind, body, and soul.

She begins moving slowly on him as he matches his movements with hers. Their movements start to speed up as they begin yelling out each other's names. Fitz feels like his head is going to explode and after a few more strokes, he finally gives out, spilling into her. He buries his head into her neck and begin sucking on the spot right between her neck and the edge of her chin. He flips them back over, wanting to finish what he started and thrusts her like a man on a life-or-death mission until she gives out for a second time, sinking her nails into his skin. He presses his mouth to hers again and matches their hands together, intertwining their fingers.

Olivia loosens her legs' hold on Fitz as he pulls out and collapses, next to her limp body. They lay together in a hot mess of sheets and sweaty limbs. He grasps onto her body, hugging him to her and peppering her face with sweet kisses. He lays one final kiss on her nose, causing her giggle and him to smile at how adorable and gorgeous the woman in his arms is. He smooths down her hair which was now starting to curl up into its natural form and just stares at her for the longest time before saying, "You are so beautiful."

He sees her blush and loves how she still reacts so humbly when he tells her this, just like she did the first time he said it in Hawaii twelve years ago. She grins at him and grasps his body tighter, pecking his lips. "How's that for a memory?" She winks at him.

He chuckles and lays a goodnight kiss on her forehead, like so many times before and they lay like that in each other's arms until they slowly drift off to sleep.

Fitz wakes up with his legs entangled in sheets and the sun lighting up the side of his face. As he comes to consciousness, he recognizes where he is and remembers everything that happened last night but when he looks and feels around him, he realizes Olivia isn't with him. He sits up, a bit panicked but when he looks to his left, he sees the sliding door to the backside of the house open and a pair of feet, her feet, before his line of vision is cut off. He gets up, fishing for his briefs in the mess of blankets and slips them back on when he finds them.

He finds her out on the porch, looking out at the early morning sunrise over the ocean. She's dressed in his some booty shorts that make her ass look without question amazing, and his old letterman jacket from high school that must've been in his suitcase and that he for some reason had never gotten rid of—well, he actually knew the reason. When they were still together all those years ago, on very cold nights she would dig it out and bury herself in the oversized jacket. When he'd get really angry or sad dwelling on the fact that she left him, he would feel like throwing it away, but he could never bring himself to do it. Even years after she had worn it, her scent still lingered and every time he'd get even a whiff of it, all of their good times together came rushing back to him. Just staring at her now took him back to a decade ago. Her naturally petite body had barely changed, except for the curves that had developed over the years. The sleeves were still too long so she either had to roll them up or let them flap over her hands but in this case she went with the latter, probably because of the chill from the ocean.

He walks up behind her and wraps his arms around her, resting his chin on her shoulder. "Good morning," he greets with a kiss on the cheek. "The view this morning is beautiful."

"It is," she agrees, smiling out at the sea and gripping his arms, leaning back into him.

"I wasn't talking about the water. It's a far second to the gorgeous woman in my arms."

"Do you always say flattering, romantic things like that to charm a lady?" she asks teasingly, turning around in his arms and putting her hands around his neck, playing with his hair.

"No, not always," he says, playing it back. "Only this one very stubborn lady…but I know she's worth it."

She grins and puts her lips to his, kissing him slowly and fervently. She pulls back and he lets his hands rest on her hips, slipping his fingers under her booty shorts and grazing them over the top of her ass, giving her chills.

"We should go get something to eat," he suggests. "I'm starving."

"You're always starving," she jokes. They had ordered Chinese take-out the night before and he had not eaten most of the food but he was still asking for more. "Should we just get lunch? It's already 11."

"We can. I know there's this really good pizzeria downtown. The owner is a really nice guy too."

"You've spent a lot of time down here already, haven't you?"

"Yep, while they were building the house. This place already feels like a home in some ways."

"I would love to move here and make this a permanent home but it's just so far from everything. Danny would love it here."

"We can visit whenever we want," Fitz assures her.

"I know but…I don't ever want to leave. This house is perfect."

"We'll work it out. If we decide to move down here, we can still find a way to make our jobs and lives fit in." She nods in agreement and then he takes her hand and leads her back into the house, but then she suddenly pauses and spins him back around to face her again.

She hesitates slightly before telling him, "Call Danny. I've been talking to him in the morning since he's been away and I will talk to him but I know he'll be more than happy to hear from you. He's missed you…and I'm sorry for keeping you from seeing him. I never want to do that again."

He places his hand on her cheek, staring forgivingly into her eyes and nods. "Okay, I will."

She smiles back, pecking him on the lips. "I'm going to go take a quick shower. You can call Matt on my phone."

She goes to one of her bags and searches for her toiletries but Fitz pauses before pressing the call button. He turns to Olivia, saying, "I know you still feel guilty for keeping him away from me but you don't have to leave. Stay, Liv, talk to him with me, at least for a few minutes. We're a family now."

She stares back at him, an uncertain expression written on her face but she relents, nodding. "Okay."

He grins at her and sits down on their sort-of bed, patting his lap and inviting her to sit on him. She smiles shyly and does so, letting herself melt back into him as he makes the call.

"Hey, Liv," a man, who Fitz presumes is Olivia's brother, answers.

"Hey, Matt, can I talk to Danny?" Olivia asks.

"Yeah, I'll go get him. Hold on a sec," he tells her. They hear a bit of commotion in the back and the sound of other children laughing and yelling before Danny answers, "Hello?"

Fitz's heart speeds up at the sound of his son's voice and he's flooded with joy.

"Hi, sweetie."

"Hi, mom! What's up?"

She looks up at Fitz and smiles. "Someone here wants to talk to you."

"Hey, buddy," Fitz says.

"Dad…is that you?" He asks with uncertainty in his voice.

He smiles. "Yeah, it's me, Danny."

"I missed you! Where have you been?" He asks. "You said you wouldn't leave…"

Fitz's heart wrenches in his chest and he notices Olivia facing down in guilt. He squeezes her hand as he says, "I know. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to let you down again, buddy. There were some things both me and your mom had to sort out and we didn't want you to get caught up in the middle of it, but that's over now. And from now on, I promise I won't leave you like that ever again. I'm always going to be there for you. I love you so, so much, Danny, please know that."

"I know, daddy. It's okay, I forgive you. Um…is mommy okay?"

"Yeah, baby, I'm here," Olivia speaks up. "I'm so sorry for sending you away, honey. I thought it was for the best because I didn't want you to see me sad."

"Are you still sad?" He asks worriedly.

"No, sweetie, I'm not," she says, holding on tighter to Fitz. "I'm all better now."

"Good. I don't want you or daddy to be sad or mad anymore. You guys deserve to be happy all the time," he tells them. He pauses for a few seconds before asking hopefully, "Does this mean daddy will be moving in with us?"

Olivia looks up at Fitz, waiting for him to answer, and he smiles at her, kissing her cheek. "Yes, yes I will."

Fitz can hear his son's smile in his voice as he exclaims, "Cool! So that means that you'll be there when I go to sleep and wake up and you'll be there to play soccer and go out to eat ice cream with me whenever I want?"

"Yep, I'll be there for all of that from now on," Fitz assures him.

"I can't wait until I get back home!"

Fitz grins. "Neither can I. Speaking of that, your mom and I have a surprise for you to see when you get back…"

After showering and getting ready, Olivia and Fitz are out of the house by noon and head downtown which is about a five minute drive from the house. It was bustling with people since there seemed to be some kind of outdoor market going on, but the town already felt welcoming to Olivia, and even if they couldn't live here permanently, she knew it could be their home away from home.

They head to the pizzeria he had talked about earlier and the moment they walk in, Fitz is cheerily greeted by a middle-aged man who Olivia's presumes is the owner of the place. Fitz and the owner give each other a bear hug, like they've been friends for years before Fitz introduces Olivia. "Emile, this is Olivia, my girlfriend," Fitz says, putting his arm around her waist in that possessive way she loved, like he couldn't wait to show her off. "And Olivia, this is Emile. He was one of the friends I managed to make down here and along with giving good advice, he can make some damn good Italian food."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Emile," she says politely, shaking his hand.

"You as well. What a beautiful woman you have, Fitz, she has a gorgeous smile!" He exclaims, making her laugh shyly. He reminded her of her grandparents—inviting, sweet, warm and she could see that this is why he and Fitz got along so well, especially since Fitz also carried these same traits.

"You know, Olivia owns her own food franchise and is also a fantastic cook. Maybe you two could collaborate sometime since we'll likely be spending more time down here in the future," Fitz suggests.

"Of course! I'm always willing to teach what I know to those willing to learn, like I did with Fitzgerald when he first came down here…but I'm afraid he almost burned down my kitchen," Emile says, shaking his head at Fitz.

Olivia raises her eyebrows at him, making Fitz rolls his eyes, "I had it under control."

"And I thought I taught you better," Olivia says, acting like a disappointed teacher as she turns back to Emile, "He did the same thing when I tried to teach him to make spaghetti the first time. The whole house smelled of burnt noodles for a month."

"Some people are just a lost cause," Emile says and Olivia nods in agreement.

"Wow, you guys haven't even known each other for two minutes and you're already ganging up on me," Fitz says, wearing a betrayed frown.

"Aww…sorry, babe," Olivia tells him, pecking his cheek. "But you still suck at cooking." She and Emile laugh but she stops when Fitz leans closer, whispering in her ear, "You can laugh now but your ass is mine when we get back home, sweet baby."

He winks at her with a jubilant grin, knowing he has the final word as Olivia suppresses a moan, already feeling an aching between her thighs.

"Well, you two sit down while I get you both a glass of champagne and an appetizer to start off," Emile says, ushering them to a table. Olivia and Fitz spend a good two hours at the pizzeria, enjoying their lunch which was a fine pasta alfredo and chatting with Emile whenever he would come by their table. Before they get ready to leave after finishing everything, Fitz excuses himself to go use the restroom, leaving Olivia by herself.

She goes on her phone, perusing through messages and emails even though this was supposed to be a work-free vacation, but she can't resist. She's about to send a reply to one of her colleagues when she hears, "Olivia?"

She flicks her head up and is taken aback by the familiar face in front of her. "Jackson?"

He smiles warmly, inching closer until he's only a few feet away. "Hey…wow, I didn't expect to see you again."

She nods in agreement. "I know, me either…what are you doing here? Do you live around here?"

"Uh, no. I'm just visiting, I like to come here every summer," he explains, sliding into the booth and sitting across from her, making her frown. "Do you live around here?"

She shakes her head. "Well, not really. I'm here on vacation, too."

"Oh, nice." He pauses briefly, his eyes glazing admirably over her before saying, "You look…amazing."

She smiles uneasily as he continues, "How's your son? I mean, did you have a son? He would've been, what, like four by now."

She nods. "Yes, and he's doing great. He's starting kindergarten this September."

"Oh, wow, look at that. He's smart…just like his mother," he says, his hand edging closer to hers on the table.

She pulls hers away, this whole interaction feeling awkward to her. "So, did you want something?"

He seems a little caught off guard but replies, "Well, I was just saying 'hi'. I've been here for the past thirty minutes and I noticed you and…it's great to see you again—I've missed you honestly."

She shakes her head at him. "Jackson…"

But he holds up a hand, urging her to let him finish. "I know that sounds like a load of crap, considering I'm the one that decided to leave, but…I think we had a good thing for a while," he glances away for a few seconds, looking self-conscious but then he gazes back up at her, "I would love to catch up. Are you free tonight?"

She raises her eyebrows at how ridiculous he sounded. "Jackson, I have a—"

"Hey." She turns to see Fitz approaching them, looking confusedly between she and Jackson. "Who's this?"

She stands up and reaches for Fitz's hand, feeling uncomfortable just sitting between the two of them. "This is Jackson—we used to work together. Jackson, this is Fitz, my boyfriend."

Jackson looks surprised at this and she attributes it to the fact that she just said they used to work together. But he eventually nods acceptingly. "Oh, I see," he chuckles nervously. "I thought he might be your boyfriend, yet I still came over to talk to you…" He says, like he's chastising himself for doing something so embarrassing.

Fitz eyes Jackson curiously and suspiciously, pulling Olivia closer to him. "Why'd you want to talk to her?"

Jackson shakes his head. "It's nothing, man. It was nice seeing you again, Liv." He forces a polite smile at her, dodging eye contact with Fitz and returns to his table.

Olivia and Fitz pay the tab for the meal, promising to come back and see Emile before leaving town. They decide to take a walk on the pier and even though she and Fitz swing their hands together and share a few kisses, she can tell his mind is elsewhere. She had explained more about Jackson once they left the diner but she knew he was still curious. "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing really, I'm just still wondering about that Jackson guy. I mean, yeah, you told me you met him in Boston and that you guys worked together but, I don't know, just the way he was looking at you and how disappointed he looked when he found out you had a boyfriend, it just seems like it was more."

She nods and sighs deeply. "We dated for a while but I didn't think that was important to say because I didn't want you worrying like you are now. I haven't seen or made contact with him in years either."

"Well, it's not important to me, and I'm not worrying, I just wanted to know…" he says with a cute frown.

She smiles and kisses his lips. "You just wanted to know?" She asks teasingly.

"Yeah, but it's not a big deal. You guys are done and that's that."

"Exactly," she agrees.

He nods but continues, "So, how long were you guys together for?"

She cocks an eyebrow at him and he rushes to say defensively, "I just want to know."

"About a year."

He seems a little surprised. "Oh…so was it serious?"

She shrugs. "I guess…we were engaged."

"Seriously?"

She nods.

"Well, besides the mullet-like hairstyle, why'd you break it off?"

She laughs. "Wow, judging another man's hair. That's low."

He laughs with her but she grows serious as the memory comes back to her.

Roughly five years ago—2021

Olivia had just gotten back from a visit with her doctor and even though it had been about three months since she found out she was pregnant, the reality of it still shocked her everyday. She sits down on the couch of the flat she was sharing with her fiancé Jackson, waiting for him to come home. She had met him during her first year attending Harvard Business School. He was a few years older since she finished undergrad early taking summer classes and he started graduate school late but they had hit it off pretty well and as they encouraged each other in their academics and careers, they had gotten closer romantically in the process. But they had recently had a little bump in their relationship so they took a break—and that's when this happened—when Fitz happened. And now she's finally decided that she needs to tell Jackson.

She wonders if she's really even ready to be a mother, what with her career beginning to take off. She had the best mentor in the world, she was getting the opportunity to speak at big public events like the one in New York, and her company was starting to grow like wildfire. At her age, the success she was having was miraculous with her lack of experience but she was brilliant as so many people had told her and she deserved it. And now she might be throwing all that away over a child that came out of nowhere. But still, there was something deep down inside of her that wanted this baby and that's why she was so conflicted.

"I'm home, Liv!" Jackson hollers as he enters the flat.

"I'm here," she says, waving at him. He smiles and walks over to her, depositing a kiss on her forehead.

"How was your day?" She asks as he fishes for something to eat in the kitchen.

"It was alright," he says uninterestedly but perks up a little as he adds, "Oh, Henry wants to have dinner with us next Wednesday. It's going to be at this really fancy place downtown, too, so can you clear your schedule for it?"

She nods as she gets up and enters the kitchen. "Yeah." She swallows nervously, taking a deep breath before saying, "Jack, I have to tell you something."

"What is it?" He asks, stuffing a sandwich into his mouth.

"I…um, I'm pregnant," she says quickly, like ripping a Band-Aid off.

He creases his eyebrows at this. "But we haven't been—"

"I know…I'm sorry."

"You cheated on me?" He asks, his voice raising as he comes to the realization.

"It was while we were on a break. Technically we weren't together."

"But that was weeks ago…that's why you've been refusing to sleep with me. You've known all this time," he concludes.

She nods. "I'm three months along, actually."

"Three months? So, you just went out and screwed some guy right after we broke up."

She shakes her head. "It wasn't like that!"

"What, did you meet him at a bar or something? You don't even know who he is, do you?"

She sighs. "That doesn't even matter. I want to know what you think."

He breathes deeply, not looking particularly angry but irritated. "Well, I think the decision is obvious. Neither of us has time for a baby right now."

"So, what are you saying?" She asks daringly.

"I think you should abort it. We have more important things to focus on right now besides a baby. We're trying to build our lives. You're trying to build your career. I thought that meant everything to you."

"It does but I can make this work as well," she insists, coming closer and taking his hands in hers. "I know you feel betrayed and hurt but I need you to trust me."

"You're acting like you already made the decision to keep it, without even consulting me. What about me, Liv? We're supposed to be getting married in a few months and you not only kept this from me but you just expect me to be okay with it."

"It's not like I expect you to be immediately okay with it, Jackson, I just want you to consider all the possibilities."

He looks away, shaking his head before facing her again and staring intently into her eyes. "Look, Liv…I love you and I want to marry you and raise a family of our own someday, but not like this. I can't put my career, our careers, on hold to raise some other guy's kid. I've worked way too hard. It's not happening!"

"He's also my kid," Olivia points out.

"He?"

"I won't know the baby's sex for another four weeks but…I'm pretty sure it's going to be a boy," she tells him with a chuckle, though she knows he doesn't care.

"You can't get attached like this already, Liv. You need to make a decision because I can't do this," he tells her firmly.

She glances away with a painful expression on her face. "I thought you loved me no matter what."

He softens a little at this but he still stands his ground. "I do, it's just…if you love me too, you'll do what's best. It's me or the baby," he tells her, backing away with a shrug, like it's just that simple. He leaves the kitchen with his sandwich and goes to their bedroom, shutting the door.

She wonders what to tell Fitz—or if she should even tell him. He doesn't want anything to do with her, he made that perfectly clear, so why would he want anything to do with their child? She was all alone—again.

She spent the next week thinking about the decision, seriously contemplating all the options, including abortion, but eventually came to the conclusion that she couldn't get rid of this baby. Maybe it was the fact that she felt an obligation and duty to care for and love this baby after not getting the love and care she craved from her own mother—or deep down, even though she would never admit it and she was still furious with Fitz, she still wanted a piece of him to have.

Present—2026

"So, he just…left?" Fitz asks incredulously and Olivia nods.

He shakes his head in disgust. "What an asshole…"

But Olivia just shrugs. "I mean, I don't blame him. He was extremely ambitious and had always put his work first as did I, but in a sense, he was right. We weren't ready for a baby but somehow I made it work—I wasn't really all alone. Poor Kenny moved all the way out to Boston once he got the news and he helped me out so much. I also had friends with me every step of the way and my family came out whenever they could. It was an overall comforting experience. The hardest part was just trying to keep the balance between work and taking care of myself and Danny, but we pulled through in the end. I can't even imagine life without that little boy. He's my everything."

Fitz smiles, kissing her temple but he still looks troubled. "I wish I had been there for you and him. I know you were scared that I wouldn't want anything to do with him and I understand that but I just wish there was a way for me to make up that lost time. How do I make it up to him, to you?"

She stops in her tracks and faces him, forcing him to stop as well. She places a hand on his cheek and tells him, "Look, Fitz, even though those years are gone you can't beat yourself up over not being there. It's not your fault, it was mine but because you forgave me, I forgave myself too. All you can do now, all we can do now is be the best parents in the world for him and give him all the love he deserves. You're going to be a great father, Fitz," she assures him, caressing his cheek.

He had never been a father before but he was determined not to let Danny down and if Olivia had faith in him as well, he knew he could be the best dad in the world. He nods and grins at her, pressing his lips softly to hers. He knew she wasn't one for PDA but he was going to kiss his woman and he didn't care about what anyone thought and as she kisses him back, she doesn't seem to either.

"Go out on a date with me tonight," he says, once he pulls back.

She chuckles, probably thinking the question was a little superfluous since the vacation was basically one long date but she tells him, "Okay. Where are we going?"

"That will be a surprise, Livvie, but I promise you're going to love it," he says, kissing her hand.

"Whatever you say, Mr. Grant," she says back flirtatiously.

So, Liv got engaged a second time but that didn't work out because of her pregnancy…what do you think of that? Fitz being a father? Or their lovemaking session? Their date? Other thoughts? Thanks for reading!