This isn't connected to the first chapter—I decided to do random moments. Thanks for reading!

Olivia pulled the covers tighter over her head when she heard the apartment door open and close and the footsteps coming towards her room. I can't deal with Edison right now, she thought, her head pounding. She heard a bag rustle and drop, and felt the bed dip as someone sat on it. Please, please, please go away. Olivia tried to stay perfectly still and to breathe as quietly as possible, hoping he'd think she was asleep and decide not to disturb her. Her heart sank when she heard shoes fall to the ground and the sound of a jacket being removed and tossed onto her easy chair. Great.

When he climbed into bed with her and positioned himself directly behind her curled up body, she knew it wasn't Edison. When he wrapped his arms around her tightly and kissed her head, she was even surer it wasn't Edison. It was Fitz—he was leaner and longer than Edison, and it always felt so incredibly right when he held her.

But it was the desperate, worried tone in his voice when he whispered "Livvie," that caused her body to shake with silent sobs. He took her fisted palm in his own and opened it, intertwining their fingers over her stomach.

"Livvie?" Fitz whispered again, sounding near tears himself. "Talk to me, Sweet Baby. Let's fix it—we can fix it." He buried his face in her neck and kissed her there repeatedly before resting his chin on her shoulder, waiting for her to calm down and talk to him.

Olivia's body continued to tremble with the force of her sobs, and she clenched Fitz's hand with all her might. "Fitz, you should hate me. I hate me. Please go away. You don't know me—what I've done. Please just leave. I deserve to be alone." Olivia's voice was low and eerie, but the conviction in her voice was unmistakable. She hadn't loosened her death grip on Fitz's hand though, so he just pulled her closer to his body, terrified for her, terrified that she'd force him to leave.

"Baby, please tell me what's wrong. I could never hate you—you are the love of my life. I am not leaving you. And you do not deserve to be alone. You deserve to be loved, adored, worshipped." Fitz paused to kiss his way down her clothed spine, hoping to accentuate his words with his actions. He felt her shiver and smiled against her back. "Do not marry Edison. I love you, Livvie. I will always love you. I just need you to wait for me. Wait for me, Olivia."

Olivia's sobs had calmed and her body was once again still, though silent tears continued to soak her pillow. She wanted to turn around and kiss him—to tell him that he was the love of her life and that no one could ever measure up to him. She wanted to tell him that she was his, that she would wait forever and a day for him. Her favorite line from Oscar Wilde's The Importance of Being Earnest popped into her head: "If you are not too long, I will wait here for you all my life." She wanted to turn around and whisper this promise to him, but she couldn't. She didn't deserve him. She didn't deserve to wait for him. "I can't," she hissed around the lump in her throat. "You shouldn't want me to."

Fitz gently positioned Olivia's body so she'd be facing him. When he looked down at her perfect face, her eyes were shut. "Open your eyes, Liv. Please look at me." He stroked her hair and waited patiently for her to open her beautiful, doe eyes. When she did, his heart almost stopped with the pain of seeing how empty they were. "I need you to tell me what's wrong, Olivia. I need to know what's wrong so I can fix it."

"You can't fix it," she said, her empty eyes focused on his chest. "You can't fix me. I've been broken for a long time and now it's just too late. I've done too much wrong and I can't fix it. Nobody can. You'll hate me when you know everything. Then what? I'll have nothing left. It's better if you just let me go now, Fitz." She lifted her eyes for a second to meet his worried ones before averting her gaze again. She was so close to him that she could feel him breathing and could hear his heart beating steadily. She thought about how he had almost died—how his beautiful heart almost stopped beating forever. That was all my fault. Her body once again began to tremble with her sobs, and Fitz pulled her onto his chest immediately, letting her tears soak his shirt.

Fitz rubbed soothing circles into her back, genuinely bewildered. "Livvie, nothing you can say or do can make me leave," he said, his voice firm. "Nothing." She buried her face into his chest and kissed him over his heart repeatedly, whispering, "I'm so sorry" over and over again through her sobs. He continued to whisper affirmations of his love until she cried herself to sleep, her face tucked into the crook of his neck. Fitz sighed and rolled over on his side, cradling her close. He kissed her forehead before closing his eyes and drifting off into a fitful, worried sleep.

When he woke up a couple of hours later, Olivia's big brown eyes were staring straight into his own blue ones. "Fitz," she said as she traced his features with her fingers, willing herself to memorize every detail. He caught her hand in his own and kissed it, before leaning in to kiss her forehead, then her cheeks, then her lips. She whimpered as he breathed life into her, as he showed her his love.

"I'm so sorry, Fitz," she said in between kisses.

"Shhh, Livvie. You have nothing to be sorry for. I don't know what you're so upset about, but I can promise you that nothing ever will make me stop loving you. It's impossible." He buried his head in her chest and nuzzled as she moved her hand to rest in his beautiful curls.

"I am not going to marry Edison," she whispered as she stroked his hair.

Fitz peered up at her and graced her with a small smile. "So you'll wait for me? I can give you a house in the country one day. And I would love to make babies with you to fill all the rooms. I dream about a little girl who looks just like you, baby. I can give you some normal, Livvie. But not so much that you'll go crazy. I can give you what you need if you just wait for me. Whatever's wrong, we'll figure it out together."

Olivia met his eyes and saw all the love and adoration and was completely overwhelmed. She saw a little girl with a caramel complexion and beautiful ringlets and the image made her breath catch in her throat. She thought about all of the darkness that was plaguing her, and tried to push it away for the moment. Maybe she could be happy and normal with Fitz. Maybe one day everything would be okay. Maybe they truly belonged together.

"Okay," she said, still stroking his hair. "I'll wait for you."

Fitz's head popped up and the biggest grin was plastered on his face. Olivia couldn't help but smile in return right before his lips captured hers in a passionate kiss full of promises.

"I love that smile," Fitz murmured against her lips before pulling away and sitting up. Olivia pouted at the sudden separation, watching him as he hopped out of the bed and crossed the room to pick up the bag he had abandoned earlier.

"What's that?" Olivia asked as he made his way back over to her, kneeling beside her side of the bed.

"Olivia Carolyn Pope," Fitz began with a mischievous gleam in his eye. "Will you…make jam with me?" He pulled a book titled How to Make Jam out of the bag as his smile widened. Olivia's laugh rang out as Fitz climbed back into bed and pulled her close. Fitz decided he had never heard a more beautiful sound.