One minute. One minute left until she finds out if her life will change. "Just stand here with me for one minute." 3 seconds. 2. 1. She flips the tests over and 2 sets of 2 lines reflect back at her. It's official, Olivia Pope was pregnant with Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III's baby. He was the 44th President Of The United States. The leader of the free world as of 2 months ago.

Olivia couldn't let him know. It would jeopardize his presidency. Besides, they'd agreed to end whatever it was that they were doing when he became president. Of course, it didn't end, damn her one weakness being that she was in love with a married man who happens to be the most powerful person in the world.

Abortion, she didn't plan on being pregnant and she wasn't ready to be a mom. It would, however allow her to continue with her career as White House Communications Director and Fitz would never have to know.

Adoption, she wasn't ready and her baby deserved to have a life. It wasn't their fault that their mother made a mistake. She'd have to quit being Communications Director and end her relationship with Fitz. Olivia knew deep down that she'd get attached to the baby and want to keep him or her if she went through with it.

The last option being keeping the baby. Her job paid well and her apartment had two bedrooms, spacious. She'd end her relationship with Fitz, quit being Communications director and devote herself to being head of Olivia Pope and Associates.

If she ever wanted any chance of a relationship with Fitz no matter how futile, she'd have to have an abortion. Olivia being somewhat allies with the First Lady ever since Defiance, Fitz and Mellie's relationship having been almost entirely political. Mellie knew about their affair and she would surely know if Olivia was pregnant. She'd most likely tell Fitz and spill everything to the press and all political hell would break loose. Olivia had worked way too hard to get Fitz into office and she sure as hell would not ruin it by being pregnant.

She had called, booked an appointment for 2 weeks away. She'd guessed she was around 4 weeks, she'd missed her period almost a week ago. Olivia sighed, tossed the pregnancy tests into the garbage can and left the bathroom before anyone realized she was gone for longer than usual.

The next 2 weeks were almost torturous for Olivia. She'd given up alcohol and blamed it on her "stomach bug" whenever Fitz asked. Cyrus was looking at her suspiciously, it would probably be only a matter of time before he confronted her. She'd tried not to pace in circles. Fitz knew her different paces— back and forth when she's thinking, circles when something's wrong.

Finally, it was the day of, and she had tried hard to talk herself into it. This would be a good thing, she'd get to focus on her career. Yet, she couldn't help thinking that this baby deserved a chance to live and be someone. She wasn't ready now but she could be, if she tried. She'd parked, but couldn't make herself get out of the car. Her brain was screaming that she didn't need a baby right now. Her gut was screaming that she could raise this baby. If Olivia Pope knew anything, it was that her gut was always right. She shifted the car back into drive and pulled away.