A/N-Guys, this was an update I worked on during the snow storm. A rewrite from Season Six. Sorry I was unable to post this on my birthday. As you know the site has not been very cooperative lately.

Olivia was laying across the bed when Fitz walked in the room. He had been worried when Olivia didn't show up for dinner. Half way through her agents sent word that she was in the Residence, but wasn't feeling well.

Fitz knew Olivia well enough to know that there was more to the story, but at this point he was tired. He thought things would be different. He had finally divorced Mellie, and was trying to do things right.

Now he didn't know what that was anymore. He understood that she was afraid that he only proposed because of the Impeachment proceedings, but he thought she knew how much he loved her. That his love was real with or without the proceedings over their head.

He had gotten over that rejection, but when she let her father out of prison with Mellie's help it felt like a slap in the face. It lead him to make some poor choices, but he couldn't undo them.

Once this dinner was over he was headed to bed. He was done fighting her. if she wanted out then he would just have to find a way to move on.

When Olivia heard the room, door open she was prepared for a fight. It was the main reason she didn't try to attend the dinner when she returned.

She was surprised when she didn't hear him yelling or screaming at her. When she looked at him she waited for him to say something. Inside he looked resigned, and she didn't know how to handle that.

He walked into his closet, and began to get ready for bed. When he walked out in his pajamas Olivia was clueless. She was waiting for the other shoe to drop. Since it hadn't happened, yet she decided to start laying out some truths.

"I made some calls. I had a designer go to my apartment. She finally got rid of the wine-stained couch. I also had it decorated. I packed a couple of bags, and had them delivered to the house. My plan was to move back home without you knowing."

"I am not surprised. That sounds like an Olivia Pope plan."

Olivia was shocked. While it was a snarky comment that he made; he also said it so calmly that he was beginning to scare her.

"That is all you have to say."

Fitz looked her in the eye and nodded, "I give up Olivia. Tonight, I realized that how I brought you here was wrong, and I know that you aren't Mellie. I shouldn't have you planning dinners and picking out China patterns. That isn't who you are, and if I am being honest it is not how I envisioned you when you rightfully stood by my side."

"Yet you did it."

"I did. I guess I felt like every time I trust you, or I try to be your partner you decide to make decisions for the both of us that I am just supposed to accept. For once I did to you what you always do to me. I wanted to be in control. I wanted to feel like the man in this relationship for once, but I still feel like shit, so you win Olivia. You get to have all control. You get to do what you want, and if that means leaving then I understand. I will always love you, but if you just came back here to tell me you were leaving then consider it mission accomplished."

Olivia had to regroup. She had spent so much time preparing for a fight that she never thought he would be willing to talk. More importantly she never expected that he understood that he had made some mistakes too. She never felt like she had to answer to anyone, but for the first time she realized how wrong she was.

She was in a precarious position. Fitz already had one foot out the door, and it broke her heart. It was always her. Now she was on the receiving end. She could walk way, but she knew if she did that she would break their relationship. She wasn't so sure if it could be mended.

She was about to say something when he said, "One final thing. You broke me when you didn't accept my engagement. I get that the circumstances weren't the greatest. That wasn't what hurt. What hurt was that you didn't see my love. You thought I was proposing to you just because of those proceedings. Those proceedings just sped up what I have always wanted. Something I have never hidden from you. It made me realize how stupid I have been. You are right. I need to wake up. Vermont isn't real. Hell, I don't think we are real. Anyway, I don't want to interrupt you going back home. I'll sleep in another room, so you don't have to see me before you leave."

Olivia was so dumbfounded that by the time she found her voice Fitz was gone. When he closed that door, she broke. For the first time she now knew how he felt all those times she walked away, and it solidified the decision she made tonight was the right one. Now she just needed to fix them.

After having a good cry, she got herself together. She began making some phone calls. She told her agents she was on the move. She pulled her agents aside, and explained her plan. They agreed to help her carry it out.

Her first stop was to Quinn's apartment. Quinn was surprised to see Olivia. She asked if everything was okay.

Olivia nodded, "I have changed my mind. I need you run the day to day operations of OPA until the end of Fitz's term."

Quinn was shocked, "Is he making you do this?"

"No, he thinks that I am leaving him, and choosing you guys again. I love you all, but I need more now. You now have Charlie. Huck has reconnected with his son. Marcus is with Mellie, and Abby is talking to David again. I can't keep putting Fitz on the backburner expecting him to wait. There is more at stake this time, and even if it wasn't I love him. He has sacrificed for me, and repeatedly he has chosen me. This time I need him to know that I am choosing him."

"I'll do it on three conditions…"

"What's that?"

"That I can call you whenever I get stuck, because I might be good, but I am never going to be Olivia Pope. Two, we can visit, and three you take back over when his term ends even if it is remote."

Olivia smiled, "Deal…"

They talked for a few minutes before Olivia was on her way. They stopped by her apartment to grab the luggage that she had dropped off earlier, and they made their way to the airfield.

A little over an hour later they were landing in the backyard of their Vermont home. Shortly after she arrived the designer who had just decorated her apartment was escorted into the house.

She wasn't given any information other than Olivia had a proposition for her, and the designer knew she would be a fool to turn her down even if it was late at night.

Olivia got right to the point, "You are standing in my home. A home that the President built for me. I would like to surprise him by making it livable. As you can see he has picked out basic furniture. You know my taste, and here are pictures of the Residence to give you an idea of Fitz's taste. I don't need all the rooms completed, but just the ones listed. I also needed it ready by tomorrow evening at seven. I don't care how many people you use. I will double your fee in addition to paying all the employees you use and their overtime to get the job done. If you can complete this I will allow you to post pictures of my apartment. We want this location to stay hidden until after his term is over. If Fitz is agreeable to it once he sees the house I will hire you to finish the house, and will hire you when we purchase a home in D.C., because I will be putting my apartment up for sale. We will need more space when we are working there."

The designer nodded, "What about you? For me to complete the job we will need to work nonstop. It will be a lot of noise."

"I spoke with my agent, and I am going to stay in the guest house with them. There will be agents here to monitor the house. If you need to reach me then let them know, and they will get me on the phone immediately."

The designer asked if she could walk around which Olivia had no problem with. They toured each room that Olivia wanted done. Although it sounded like an impossible task it wasn't so bad when she realized that each room had basic furnishing. She quickly got on the phone, and made some calls. Once she came up with a team she accepted the job. Olivia told her to get with the agents who would arrange transportation.

Olivia was exhausted at this point. Her lead agent Kenya walked over to her, "Miss. Pope, there is nothing more you can do at this time. If you want to make it to tomorrow night, then you need to eat and rest. I put your over night bag in the room, and the rest of your things will be taken to the Master bedroom."

Olivia nodded knowing she was right. She headed to the guest house. All she could do was pray that this Hail Mary would work.

Back in D.C. Fitz was not shocked to find that Olivia was gone. He was heartbroken, because she didn't even try and fight for them.

As mad and hurt as he was he wanted to make sure that she was okay. He picked up and called her. He was surprised when her lead agent Kenya answered the phone.

Fitz asked if she was okay.

Kenya said, "Sir she is still under the weather. When we got home I made her eat something and lay down. That is why she left the Residence. She didn't want you to worry about her, and cancel all your meetings. She was going to call, and ask if you two could get together tonight for dinner. Sleep finally took over. I was going to call Daniel, and get him to run it by your before you started your day."

Fitz was quiet for a moment. Now that Kenya mentioned her being sick he remembered that he walked into the room, and she was laying across the bed. He also remembered the agents stating that she wasn't feeling well. He was sad and frustrated, and never thought about it once he made it to the Residence. He was sure the stress of everything had finally gotten to her. He was also relieved to know she hadn't just left him. He would have cancelled his meeting to take care of her, but that would also have meant working on Christmas Eve. Maybe even into Christmas. He began to smile thinking maybe there was hope for them. He needed to apologize for being rude. He should have listened more like always, and he would work on that.

Finally, he said, "Let her know I'll be there, and Kenya thank you. I know Olivia is not the easiest person to protect, but you have done a wonderful job despite others not believing in you."

"Thank you, sir, for giving me a chance."

"No problem…"

The call ended, and Kenya was relieved. She didn't lie to the President. He just didn't realize the location of dinner. She was all too happy to help the couple. When it was determined that Olivia would need a detail she was not on the list, but Fitz wasn't happy with the choices he was given. He knew that Olivia wouldn't be comfortable. His lead agent Daniel decided to take a chance, and told the President about her. They were friends, and he explained that Kenya was just as good as him if not more. The only difference was she was a woman who happened to be black. She worked hard, and her superiors had nothing bad to say about her. Yet she still didn't get the recognition that she deserved. Now she was, and the job wasn't as difficult as expected.

Olivia was difficult at first, but the two built a friendship. Olivia understood Kenya's role, and Kenya understood who Olivia was. As her head agent she found a way to make it work without compromising Olivia's safety.

Fitz didn't have a chance to think about him and Olivia after the phone call. He had a jam-packed day, so he could enjoy Christmas unless a war broke out. He would be having lunch with the kids who were spending Christmas with Mellie this year. He had Teddy for Thanksgiving, and Karen came to visit. They were all doing a lot better, and divorce did wonders for his relationship with Karen. They all still missed Jerry, but they knew he would want them to move on.

The next time he looked up it was almost six. He had a couple more things to finish before it was time to get ready for dinner with Olivia.

Back in Vermont Olivia had a busy day as well. Thankfully she was feeling pretty good. She realized that rest, and eating does a body good.

By six that evening the designer was finishing everything up. She had now moved over to the main house once the groceries were delivered. She was in the kitchen cooking. It was an assumption that people made that she couldn't cook. The truth was that she didn't take time, and she hated cooking for one.

At exactly seven the designer walked in the kitchen. She was tired, but she had completed the job. Olivia was happy with the results, and saw no reason that she wouldn't have future jobs with them. She paid her before she left, and Kenya informed her that arrangements had been made to get them all home.

Olivia headed into the kitchen where she was putting on steak and potatoes with a Caesar salad. She looked at the time, and knew that Fitz should be finishing soon. Now she just hoped he was still coming. Kenya said that he didn't sound upset when the call ended.

Kenya had been right. Fitz was not upset. He was happy when his day ended. He didn't linger around. He quickly made his way to the Residence to get ready.

When he walked into the closet to get a change of clothes there was an outfit already laid out with a note on top.

It read: Fitz, I am sure that when you found out I left that you thought I was running. By now I hope that you understand that is not the case. Unlike you I like running so I can't stop completely, but the running that you hate even more I am done with. I retired those shoes forever. I really hope to see you soon for dinner where I owe and will give you an explanation. Since you don't have the kids I thought we could enjoy a getaway from the White House. Don't worry if you come I have already packed. I just need you to show up. I don't say this enough, but I do love you Fitz. If you give me a chance I will show you how much. Livvie.

Fitz had to sit down for a minute. After reading the note he was at a loss for words. Olivia had never been so open with him. Whether it be in person or on paper. Once he spoke with her agent, and knew she wasn't running he had planned to see her tonight. He wanted to work things out with her, because she was the love of his life. The note just confirmed that for him, but it also told him something he wasn't so sure of. That he wasn't the only one fighting for this relationship. It was obvious that she wanted it too. Now they just needed to communicate. Hopefully tonight would be a new beginning. Especially since they would be spending their first Christmas together as an official couple, and not as a secret.

Fitz headed to the bathroom, and got ready. He was confused when instead of heading to the car they were headed to board Marine One.

Fitz looked at Daniel, "I am supposed to be meeting Olivia. Is something wrong?"

"No sir. We are taking you to Miss. Pope. She arranged the getaway for the two of you."

Fitz was about to say something.

Daniel said, "Abby has been made aware of the location. You will still get your briefs. We have secured it, but you will have your privacy sir."

"You are not telling me where we are going."

"I was threatened within an inch of my life by both Miss. Pope and Kenya sir. You are the boss, but I fear them more than you."

Fitz laughed, "I understand Daniel. If the role was reversed I would do the same thing."

Daniel nodded

They took off and a short time later they were landing. As soon as the helicopter began to descend he knew where they were, but how was the question.

He smiled when he stepped down. There at the patio stood the love of his life. He had not seen her like this since the trail. He remembered the first time he walked in her hotel room, and saw her natural curls. He could tell that she was unsure about wearing her hair that way, but for him that when he knew he was love. That night he showed her that he loved all of her, and that she never had to be anyone but herself.

Now as he walked towards her he smiled seeing her hair in its natural state. She didn't have much makeup on, and she looked comfortable in a grey and black color-blocked asymmetrical dress.

He didn't know that he made his way over to her. He grabbed her hand, and for the first time in more than 24 hours she felt her nerves calm down.

Fitz kissed her cheek, "Hi…"

She smiled at him, "Hi…"

"What made you decide you wanted to spend Christmas in our dusty home?"

"I wanted to spend Christmas in our home, but it is not dusty anymore."

"Really…"

She grabbed his hand, and they walked in together. Fitz was in shock. Not only had the home been cleaned from thoroughly, but she had it decorated.

She didn't know until she walked into the house the day before that the house had beautiful views of Lake Champlain, and the Adirondacks. The main house had five bedrooms and five bathrooms. The home was built with the finest materials.

As they walked through the home he realized he was home. He felt like he was home. She made sure that the designer designed the home with them in mind. Like he spared no expense having the home built he knew she spared no expense putting their home together, but it wasn't over the top. It didn't look like a museum. Strangely enough it felt like children could run through here, and that gave him hope.

They made it over to their nook. He loved the table. As he sat down and looked outside at the lake he just took a moment to enjoy the peace. He didn't know what the future held, but he hoped that it includes coming here more often.

He had zone out, and didn't notice that Olivia was in the kitchen. As she was walking back over he noticed that the table was set. She was bringing over a bowl that had the salad in it.

He had only recently learned that Olivia could cook. Actually, they surprised each other when Fitz planned a date night with the White House chef who gave them a cooking lessons. Their hidden talents were revealed.

He smiled when he saw his favorite salad. He got up and helped her into her chair, "How long have you been here?"

"Shortly after I left the White House. I made some calls, and then I headed down here."

"I love the house Livvie. It feels like us."

"Well you did most of the work, and I can never thank you enough for making our dream come true. The designer is the same one who I hired to come to my apartment."

"If she did all of this in a short amount of time then we need to keep her on retainer."

"I was hoping you would say that. There are still a couple of things that need to be done to the house. I only concentrated on the areas we would use while here. I told her that if you were happy, and approved that she could complete the job. I also told her that we would be purchasing a home in Washington in the future, and would need a designer."

Fitz looked at her in shock. While he was trying to figure out what she meant she got up and grabbed their dinner.

She sat down with their meals, and she allowed him a few moments to process before she continued her explanation.

"When I let I first stopped by Quinn's apartment to let her know that I was temporarily stepping down. She will be running the day to day operations of OPA. I can't do it, and I know she can handle it. Besides I am just a phone call away. I also decided that my apartment worked for me when I was a single woman. When I was an unsure woman, but I know what I want and who. It took me almost losing you last night to understand that."

Fitz put his fork down, "What are you saying Livvie?"

"That I am sorry Fitz for taking advantage of you. Repeatedly you have always forgiven me. You have always given me an out, and that was my excuse for always having one foot out the door. I was so prepared for a fighting match with you that I never thought how exhausting it is to be with me. I never took the time to understand that you love me for me. I always thought I would be the mistress, and while others will always say I was the mistress I now understand I never was. I understand the steps and actions you took to show me you loved me. Even when I didn't deserve it. I don't deserve you, but I want you. I love you, and I hope tonight you accept this as me trying to earn you."

Fitz was so overwhelmed that he had to step away from the table. He went into the living room, and took a moment to compose his thoughts.

Olivia was think that he was rejecting her. She didn't want him to think she was running, but wanted to respect he needed space.

She walked into the living room. "I can move into the bedroom that has a bed. I understand you need space."

Fitz never turned around, "I might have always showed you that I loved you, but love isn't enough. I never should have put you in the position that you were in. I should have loved you enough to divorce Mellie even when you didn't agree. It wasn't your decision to make. When I get frustrated or things don't go my way I do throw a tantrum like the rich white man that I am. Some of the things that your dad says about me is true, but you were never a toy to me."

He turned around and looked at Olivia, "When you didn't show up to the dinner I was scared, and when the agents informed me you were in the Residence I got mad. I should have listened. It wasn't until I spoke with Kenya that she reminded me you weren't feeling well. We both must do better Livvie. I love you, and that won't change. When I asked you to marry me I understand it wasn't the ideal situation, but the situation just made me want to show you how much I love you. Are you really giving up your apartment?"

She walked over to him while nodding.

"Are you buying another place?"

"With you I am. Right now, I live at 1600 Pennsylvania Ave, and I have a home in Vermont unless you don't want that."

He grabbed her hand, "I want you to be happy, and I was angry and made a rash decision to move you into the White House. I was scared, but I was angry. Either way I shouldn't have made a big decision based on those emotions."

"I agree. It hurt that you didn't give me a choice, but I have done that to you repeatedly. I agree that we need to communicate better, and we will. I can honestly say being with you makes me happy. My home is wherever you are. I meant what I said in the note. I am retiring those running shoes."

"I think you retire them all."

Both laughed as Olivia walked into his arms. When he put his arms around her she had never felt safer.

"No way buddy…"

They made their way over to the fireplace where Olivia had snacks there for them to enjoy. They decided to change into their night clothes just in case they didn't make back to their bedroom.

Once they got comfortable they talked about the home. They talked about things they wanted to add to the home once they were able to spend more time here.

Fitz looked at Olivia, "I don't think this should be our full-time home when I leave office. I'm all for coming here to take a break from the Beltway, but you need to go back to work."

Olivia smiled. He always cared about her career, and never saw her as ornamental which is why she hated how he was treating her at the White House.

"You don't have to give your keys over to Quinn. We can find a way to make it work. You aren't Mellie, and I am sorry for treating you that way. It was wrong, and that is not how I envisioned us together. I lost sight of so much recently."

"Thank you for apologizing. I understand that my decisions made you act rash. We both realize that we have made some poor choices. We have apologized. If it okay with you I am just ready to move forward. That means that Quinn is going to run OPA. I don't mind being by your side. I don't even mind helping plan the dinners, but I want to do more. That can't be all I do."

"Good, because I spoke with Charlotte who is fond of you as you know. With Lauren back, she went back to temping for different politicians. I spoke with her, and she would be more than happy to work with you permanently. I didn't make any promises, because I didn't know what was going to happen with us, but after speaking with Kenya I thought I would try to right some of my wrongs too. I still have two years. That is a lot of time for us to do good work if you want to."

Olivia slid closer to him, "It sounds like a wonderful plan. After the holidays I will give Charlotte a call. I would love for her to work for me. I know I can trust her, and she has my back."

Fitz kissed her hair, "I noticed that you didn't eat a lot of dinner. You look the same, but your face is a little pale. Are you still sick?"

Olivia looked at the clock and noticed it was after midnight. It was officially Christmas Eve.

There was a box on the table. She handed it to him.

He opened the box, and when he saw the contents he looked at Olivia in shock. He didn't know what to say.

Olivia knew she needed to tell him the truth even if that meant he ended up mad at her.

"I haven't been feeling well for a couple of weeks. I am not used to being around children, and I assumed that I got a cold from one of the kids during a tour. You were gone on a two-day trip, and I couldn't keep anything down. I called the White House doctor. They were great. They came up to the Residence, and took care of me for privacy. He drew blood for labs for precautionary reasons. That is how I found out I was pregnant. I was miserable, and with everything going on I had no plans to keep the baby. I made some calls, and found a doctor who was willing to perform an abortion late at night. I sat in that cold sterile room, and I was miserable. It didn't feel right. When I got on that table they did an ultrasound to confirm how far along I was to make sure they could perform the procedure safely. When I saw that bean, it hit me. I couldn't do it. I asked her if I could hear the heartbeat. She kindly turned it on, and at that moment I knew it would be a mistake to abort our baby. Things might be bad between us, but we made that baby out of love. I still don't know what kind of mother I will be, but I'm not alone. I have you. I don't want to lie to you, and I understand if you hate me. I stand by my original decision, but I am glad that I changed my mind."

Fitz immediately tensed when he heard that she was originally planning to get an abortion. It was their baby, but as he looked at her it didn't matter. What mattered was now, and now she was pregnant with their baby. They were moving forward. To him it made no sense to go backwards.

He leaned down and kissed her, "Thank you for keeping our baby."

She looked at him, "You aren't mad?"

"No honey. I would have been sad had you gone through with it, but it doesn't matter. You didn't. You kept our baby."

In his hand was an ornament. On the front of the ornament was a picture of the sonogram. At the bottom it said, "Love at First Sight". On the back it said, "We're Expecting". Underneath it said, "Baby Grant July 2018."

"I'm sorry I thought about getting rid of it."

"Don't apologize for how you felt. At the time like you said it was less than ideal situation. We are rectifying that."

She nodded.

"Liv, I know that when we get back to Washington we still have some things to deal with, but I need you to know that I love you. You, the kids, and our unborn baby are most important. Being President is an honor and a privilege, but it means nothing if I don't have my family. When I proposed I know that the circumstances weren't ideal, but I wasn't asking because of the situation. I was asking because I love you. I am in love with you, and I finally met the love of my life. You have been hidden long enough, and if I do get the opportunity to finish out my term then I would like to it with you by my side as my wife. I would like the world to know this isn't some temporary fling."

Olivia looked at him, "Under two conditions…"

This didn't sound promising since she didn't say yes, but they were working on communicating, so he forced himself to remain composed.

He nodded

"That we get married on Christmas. Every year I want to be reminded that my greatest gift is having you as my husband. The second is I know that I was adamant about staying a Pope. That was more about still proving that I hadn't lost my identity, but after everything that has happened I think that for business I will stay with Pope, but legally I will become Pope-Grant if that is okay with you?"

Fitz was stunned. This was not what he expected the conditions to be. She was truly throwing him for a loop in the best ways.

He nodded, "Deal…"

"Good, we both know people, so I am sure that we can call in some favors to get a judge tomorrow, and I have researched. In the state of Vermont, you do not need witnesses to get married."

"I met a Judge when I was visiting here. He told me to call if I need anything."

Fitz got up and made the call. As expected the judge was more than happy to take care of the couple, and he informed Fitz he would handle all the paperwork. After speaking with Olivia, he told the judge to come in the afternoon. That way he could spend time with his family. Since it was the two of them he wouldn't be gone away from them long.

After ending the call, he got back on the floor with Olivia. He looked at her, "Do you mind?"

She saw him looking at her stomach since he found out she was pregnant. Although she wasn't showing yet she knew he wanted to be close to her.

She grabbed his hands, "You don't have to ask to touch me. At least right now…"

They laughed.

She got comfortable on the pillows as he lifted her shirt. He began to plant kisses all over her stomach, and she couldn't contain her emotions when she heard him whispering something to her stomach. Then she felt them before she saw them.

She caressed the side of his face. He wouldn't look at her at first. When he finally did she knew she made the right decision. Fighting for this man and their family was the right call. It might not have been the easy road, but anything worth having requires time, hard work, and dedication.

She whispered, "I love you…"

"I love you too Livvie so much, and I promise to be a better man going forward. You don't regret your decision to go down this road with me."

"Me too."

They talked about everything and nothing like they used to. They didn't feel a need to have sex. They had a life time for that. They spent time reconnecting with one another. They remembered why they fell in love with each other.

Neither knew when they fell asleep.

Olivia woke up to the smell of breakfast. She smiled when she saw her fiancée in the kitchen with nothing on but a pair of pajama bottoms. It felt so normal, and it gave her a glimpse into their life after the White House. Something that she never thought about until recently, but she was ready to embrace. She could see their child sitting on the counter watching their daddy cook breakfast or her making jam. For the first time she would kill anyone who tried to get in their way.

She was so lost in thought that she never heard Fitz.

When she looked up he was bent down grabbing her hand, "Merry Christmas Baby! Are you and the baby okay?"

She smiled, "We are more than okay, and Merry Christmas to you too…"

After breakfast they spoke with the kids by phone. Since they were doing a video chat they decided to share with the kids their decision to marry. Olivia was surprised, but Fitz wasn't at how happy the kids were with their decision to marry. Olivia was going to be an awesome mom. She had always been kind to his children, and since they made their relationship official she was even better with the kids. When Teddy was at the White House she made sure that Fitz was able to spend time with his son, and she took the time to get to know him.

Karen and Olivia had remained on good terms since her incident at school. Olivia would check in with her from time to time, and she often sent her care packages. Karen accepted that her parents were better apart.

The couple informed them that since they were marrying in private they were going to have a huge reception to satisfy the appropriate parties, and it would allow them a chance to celebrate as a family which excited the children.

Olivia asked Karen if she would help her plan it, and they could choose a designer to make them custom gowns for the evening.

Karen was excited and gladly accepted the offer. They decided to wait to tell them about the baby. They wanted to do it in person, and Olivia wanted Fitz to be with her when she visited her OB now that she was keeping the baby.

After talking with the kids, they went their separate ways to get ready to be married. Before he left the room, Olivia grabbed his hand. He turned to look at her. Praying that she wasn't going to change her mind.

She smiled, "No, I am not changing my mind. I know I haven't given you many reasons to believe me, but I want this. I am not doing this for the Republic or even for your Presidency. I am marrying you because I want to. I am marrying you because I am in love with you, and when we have Baby Grant I want them to be born into a stable environment. We will never be normal, but we can have normal moments. The first one is our baby being born in a two-parent house. Today is the beginning of forever, and I hope you believe me."

Fitz smiled, "I do baby. I really do."

A couple of hours later Fitz was in the family room waiting on Olivia. Kenya had been nice enough to not only help Olivia get ready but take pictures, so they would have memories of the moment they got married. Kenya believed that Fitz would enjoy seeing Olivia get ready to finally become his bride.

When Olivia walked downstairs to get married she looked like a bride. When Fitz asked for them to get married she sent her trusted agent and friend a text. She was more than happy to call Olivia's stylist, and arrange for a couple of white gowns to be sent immediately to her.

She had selected a Self-Portrait Eva backless silk wedding dress. She had paired it with white Gianvito Rossi patent leather pumps.

Fitz grabbed her hand, "Wow you look like a bride…"

Olivia laughed, "I am a bride. I am about to become Mrs. Grant…"

The judge smiled. The President had been forthcoming with him when they met, and he hadn't judged him. His son was living a double life. The judge had invited Fitz over for dinner during one his trips to check on the house.

After dinner Fitz was speaking with the son. Fitz read his eyes, and in private explained that he understood how it felt to be in love with someone who wasn't your spouse. He told him not to be a coward like him. He used his title as a job and excuse, and if he could do it over again he would choose her.

The judge later learned that his son was gay, and that his wife was in love with a local mechanic who didn't come from money. He had been friends with his wife since middle school. Both came from money, and when they got older were afraid to share with their parents who they really loved due to fear of losing their trust funds and love, so they gave in to their parent's dreams of them being together. The kids held them together for a while, but as the kids got older they couldn't deny it. Fitz was the final straw for his son.

He was shocked to hear his son was gay, but he didn't love him any less. There was some backlash when it came to his career, but he made it clear that he would choose family first. Everything worked out. The kids were happier, because their parents were happy. The property they lived on was so big that his son built a house on the property, so they could be close to raise the kids. It had all worked out for his family, and it started with the President sharing his truth. It was now his honor to help the President finally step in his truth by marrying his soul mate.

Fitz introduced Olivia. The judge could see how different Fitz was in her presence. He was happy for him, and it was an honor to marry them. Not because of their titles, but because they both deserved to get their happily ever after.

The judge began:

Fitzgerald & Olivia, today you celebrate one of life's greatest moments and give recognition to the worth and beauty of love, as you join together in vows of marriage.

Fitzgerald, do you take Olivia to be your Wife? ("I do") Do you promise to love, honor, cherish and protect her, forsaking all others and holding only unto her? ("I do")

Olivia, do you take Fitzgerald to be your Husband? ("I do") Do you promise to love, honor, cherish and protect him, forsaking all others and holding only unto him? ("I do")

Groom

I, Fitzgerald, take thee, Olivia to be my Wife- To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, and I promise my love to you. (With this ring, I thee wed.)

Bride

I, Olivia, take thee, Fitzgerald, to be my husband. To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, and I promise My love to you. (With this ring, I thee wed.)

Fitzgerald and Olivia, just as two very different threads woven in opposite directions can form a beautiful tapestry, so can your two lives merge together to form a very beautiful marriage. To make your marriage work will take love. Love should be the core of your marriage, love is the reason you are here. But it also will take trust - to know in your hearts you want the best for each other. It will take dedication - to stay open to one another; to learn and to grow together even when this is not always so easy to do. It will take faith - to always be willing to go forward to tomorrow, never really knowing what tomorrow will bring. And it will take commitment - to hold true to the journey you both now pledge to share together.

Fitzgerald and Olivia, in so much as the two of you have agreed to live together in Matrimony, have promised your love for each other by these vows, I now declare you to be Husband and Wife.

Congratulations, you may kiss your bride.

After sharing a quick but passionate kiss the couple thanked the judge and signed the necessary paperwork, so he could file their marriage certificate.

Kenya and Daniel wanted the couple to remember today so they took pictures of the couple when they signed the paperwork as well as other pictures to remember their wedding day.

As one final surprise they arranged for a small wedding cake to be delivered to the house. Kenya had also gone up to the master bedroom and decorated it.

The couple thanked their friends/agents for everything they had done for them. The couple walked through the door of their master bedroom together for the first time, and as a married couple. Well Fitz carried her.

It meant everything to them. The dream was real. They were not only in Vermont, but they were in Vermont as a married couple. No longer a dirty little secret.

Olivia turned around and looked at Fitz. She could see all the emotions on his face. She walked over to him, and they just held each other. They needed a moment to allow this to soak in. This was the beginning of forever.

She finally turned around, so he could undo her dress. She leaned into her husband as he unzipped her gown.

He stopped for a moment, "Livvie, you are okay?"

She turned around, "I am more than fine Mr. Grant. I was just thinking that I am about to make love to my husband."

He smiled, "I love you Mrs. Grant, and I promise you won't regret taking this ride with me."

She let the dress fall.

"I know I want…"

They spent the rest of Christmas in bed consummating their marriage and planning their future. For the first time Olivia wasn't afraid. She was excited. She was ready to fix them, so their family could enjoy the rest of their lives.

A/N-I am sorry for not being able to post on a regular basis. For those of you who are a part of the Facebook group then you know I fell and hurt my hand and wrist. It is not healing properly. The doctor recently confirmed that I have nerve damage. It causes my fingers to go numb, so it makes it hard for me to write and type. I was told to rest it. I can use it now, but the pain and numbness are still there. If it heals on its own I am still a month out. If not well not sure how longer additional treatment will take to heal me. Until then the updates will be slow, because it is my dominant and writing hand. Please be patient with me.

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