8 years she waited. Preparations for the house in Vermont were beginning to take place. Olivia even began to pack her apartment up. She even had Stephen come back to run OPA. Olivia was about to become former President Fitzgerald Grant III's girl. So she thought. She decided to take a break from packing to catch up with the news cycle. She had no clue that those 8 years of waiting would grow longer.

"It's been a week since former POTUS Grant has left office and he's already found love. He made history by becoming the first sitting president to divorce in office when he divorced Representative Mellie Grant at the beginning of last year. His new love interest's name? Laila Ramone, former runway model turned activist. They've been spotted out a few times together and close sources confirm that they are indeed a couple." Kimberly Mitchell reported

The biggest knot turned up in Olivia's stomach. She gagged and she began to shake. Her entire body went numb. She located her phone which was sitting on the coffee table in front of her. She dialed Cyrus.

"Who's the source?" Olivia demanded

"Hi, hello, how are you, Olivia? I'm fine. Thanks for asking. What source are you talking about?" Cyrus replied

"The source confirming Fitz and Laila's relationship. How long have you known?" Olivia asked

"Oh, Liv. I'm the damned source. I told him to tell you. I shoulda made him call you then and there. They've been together about a month. I'm sorry, dear." Cyrus apologized

"But what about him and I? Vermont? Mayor and jam?" Olivia sobbed

"I have no clue what you're talking about beyond you and him. He didn't mention that." Cyrus honestly answered

"Because he had his own agenda and it didn't matter. Let him know I'm still moving to the house. Goodbye Cyrus." Olivia replied

Cyrus turned to Fitz with a furrowed brow. "Sir, you might want to call Olivia. She knows about you and Laila."

"Cyrus, what did you do?" Fitz boomed

"I did like you asked." Cyrus answered

"No, it sounds like you leaked Laila and I's "relationship" in an effort to keep Olivia and I apart once again." Fitz yelled

"Sir, you might want to keep your voice down. You're forgetting what her father said he'd do." Cyrus reminded

"I'm aware but all that was said to take place while I was still president and as of a week ago, that's a position I no longer hold. I'm going to be with Olivia." Fitz shot back

"Well she sounded like she didn't want anything to do with you. However she said she was still going to the Vermont house or something." Cyrus replied

"You know what? You've become the bitterest son of a bitch since James was killed and you want everyone around you to suffer. I refuse to let you keep me from the absolute love of my life that I now have to fight to get back. I'll die before she thinks I don't want to be with her. You know it's strictly business with Laila. We had few too many drinks and there happened to be cameras around. Somehow I think you had something to do with that. I need Olivia more than my last breath." Fitz rambled

"So the death notice you've placed over your head means nothing? This is not some tv show! You don't get a reset button. Once you're dead, you're fucking dead! I can't have that happen!" Cyrus screamed back

"No one is asking you to stay around. You have a beautiful little girl to raise. I suggest you go be involved with her life. I won't be needing your services if it pertains to anything other than politics. Goodbye Cyrus." Fitz said in a hushed tone

Fitz walked to his hotel room, plopped on the bed and took out his flask containing his scotch and took a swig. His ranch in Santa Barbara was being renovated which had him stuck in DC for a week. He turned the tv on discovering the news of his "relationship" being talked about on every channel's news cycle. Disgusted with what he was seeing, he turned the tv off again. He laid back and bed and felt tears running down his face. He pulled his phone out to dial Olivia's number, 555-0134. It rang 2 times before she picked up, so he thought.

"Olivia? Hello? Please say something." Fitz begged

Olivia stared at the phone, sobbing. She muted her line so he couldn't hear her. Fitz called out once more.

"Sweet Baby, I'm sorry. Just say something back to me, let me explain. I need you, I love you, please." Fitz begged

Olivia hung the phone and curled up and cried herself to sleep. Fitz drank more from his flask and fell asleep, fully dressed.

One week later

Olivia was settled in the new house just fine. She never thought she'd seriously be making jam but it was new hobby she was very fond of. She even decided to take some of the jam to the farmer's market to sell. She did a lot of reading bad stayed away from social media. It had only been a week and Olivia was in the groove of things. Fitz called almost every night at the same time. Olivia didn't answer most of the calls. Fitz would leave voicemails, lengthy ones that she'd play over and over. She longed to hear her voice but wasn't ready to talk to him. The love of her life was busy wooing another woman. She couldn't believe it. She felt empty, part of her wished he died in the assassination attempt cause at least she'd know he woulda died loving only Olivia. She felt alone and rejected. Most nights she'd fall asleep on the couch with a bottle of wine in front of her. She contemplated going back to DC but her gut wouldn't let her. One rare night she actually slept in the bed, she had a very vivid dream. Fitz was in bed with her, playing in her hair and whispering sweet nothings in her ear.

"Mhhhmm, I love you so much Sweet Baby. I want to spend the rest of my life making sweet love to you." Fitz said

"Babe, we can't just make love all the time. What about the children?" Olivia asked

"We can ship them to boarding school and continue to make love." Fitz answered

"No. They need us, what if we get tired?" Olivia asked once more

"We can take a break and continue." Fitz said as he began to tickle Olivia

"Fitz!" Olivia hollered out before rolling over and waking up.

She scanned the bed and found herself alone. The smile that had been plastered on her face disappeared. She hopped out of the bed to go get a glass of wine. She froze as she came down the grand staircase.

"Hi." Fitz said in a raspy voice

"Hi." Olivia replied through tears.

New story! This draws inspiration from real life and plays on my idea of what will happen if Fitz divorces Mellie. Named after G-Eazy's album. Lemme know what you think!