At 7:45 am a bell sounded through the west wing. This bell had sounded every morning at this time for the past week. The alarm itself had nothing to do with the war; at least not the war going on in Krinshbal. This bell was a warning to all White House staffers that their commander in chief was on her way to the oval to begin her day.

Olivia Grant was officially a week past her due date, and despite the pleadings of her husband, Liv refused to hand the reigns over to Sally, stating that she would remain active as POTUS until they could see the top of their daughter's head emerging from her body. She had argued that she already had so many strikes against her sitting at the "big boys" table. Being a pregnant African American woman leading a nation was hard enough. She refused to show any signs of weakness, and she has held firm on her stance all the way up until now.

Cyrus couldn't help but laugh as he watch the peons scurry to their respective offices and cubbies. His laughter turned into a howl as his assistant Ethan tripped over seemingly nothing, and scurried away on his hands and knees. Within seconds the corridors left the feel of a ghost town until…

"You tell him I don't give a flying fuck if he is in charge of intelligence at the pentagon! Until he can grow a human in his body and push a watermelon out of a lemon, I have nothing to say to him over the phone. If Jake Ballard wants to talk, he can bring his scrawny pasty ass down to my office! DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR!?"

Cyrus almost felt bad for whomever was receiving Liv's wrath this early in the morning. No one wants to be the one to piss off the president, but that notion rings truer more so now than it ever had before. As he heard her heals clapping away on the ivory floors, he turned and began to scurry towards his office. He had his hand on the knob, was almost there when…

"Where the hell is my chief of staff? Fuck this! I could use an iPad if I want this many glitches in my fucking day. CYYYYYRRRRUSSSS!"

Cyrus took a deep breath and hung his head as he made his way towards the oval. This was going to be a long day.

Xxxxxxxx

Fitz was dreading the walk through the west wing this morning. Over the past two weeks, he had become the most hated man in the White House. What used to be smiles and warm greetings, had now been replaced with deafening silence and scowls. Even Loraine Porter, one of Liv's secretaries who used to bring him some form of baked good each week, had now turned a cold shoulder to the first mister and today was no different. He knew what their problem was and part of his mission this morning was to put an end to everyone's misery.

The moment he approached the oval, Fitz could feel Loraine, Lauren, and Louise staring holes in the back of his head. In the beginning they would warn him when he was about to enter the oval shaped lion's den, but today, he could tell he was on his own. He took their silence as confirmation that Liv was alone, and took a deep breath as he reached for the door knob.

Fitz turned the knob and said a quick prayer that everything would go smoothly. He knew the majority of his wife's behavior was a front she felt she needed to uphold, but the majority of it he knew came from the tiny human who had long worn out her lease on his wife's body.

After poking his head through the door and finding himself in no immediate danger, Fitz stepped into the lion's den and closed the door behind him. When he turned back around and his eyes focused on his wife, his heart sank. Her face was buried in the palms of her hands, and her shaking shoulders betrayed the fact that she was sobbing.

Fitz wasted no time making his way over to his wife. He scooped her still tiny frame up in his arms and sat in her chair with her on his lap. He was completely at a loss for what to say when she shifted her face from her hands to his shirt and held onto him for dear life.

He sat quietly for a few moments and allowed his wife to cry herself out, and waited for her to speak her piece. "Fitz I am so sick of being pregnant and I hate that I feel like that I mean I love Faith you have to believe me, I do, but she needs to get out of my body now! I mean people hide from me, they have a bell. Did you know they had a bell to signal the staffers of my presence now? I hate that my people are so afraid of me and don't think I don't hear the talk of how they blame you for this. I just don't know what to do. I can't be weak. I can't show any weakness because the moment I do, it's all over."

Fitz sat silently for a few moments just pondering his wife's words. He knew about the bell but he had no idea that she knew. He took a deep breath and prayed the words that were about to come out of his mouth would be the right ones.

"Baby, you are far from weak…" He began and quickly continues as he saw she was about to interrupt him. "There is nothing weak about sacrificing your body to another human for 41 weeks. Your organs are practically a bounce house and Faith eats all of your food. From what I have witnessed you go through, the abuse your body is taking, all while working constantly around the clock running the nation… Baby you are literally the strongest human in the world and I know for a fact that there are billions of people that agree with me. I mean if you weren't, would they really try to hide from you?"

For the first time since he entered the room, Liv lifted her head and revealed her tear stained smile. Leave it to her husband to always flip her mood around. When he saw her smile, he couldn't help but return it with a smile of his own. "You know what else is so great about people hiding from you?" He asked as his hand slid up her thigh.

"What?" She asked although she had a pretty good idea where this was going as he slipped her panties to the side.

"The best part of this is that I can make you feel good any and everywhere throughout this entire White House, and no one will come looking for you in person."

Liv melted into Fitz's frame, and spread her legs wider for him. This was definitely a plus.

Xxxxxx

The meeting in the situation room was dragging out far longer than Liv had expected. They had been reviewing strategies for the past three hours, and right now, all Liv wanted was to eat, shower, have her husband fuck her senseless, and sleep. They didn't even have to be in that order, as long as all of her demands were met.

Her mind drifted off to their earlier encounter in the oval and how attentive Fitz had been to her needs. He always managed to put her first and made sure she was ok and for that she was thankful. To have been blessed with a husband as loving and generous as he. To spend the rest of her life being married to a man who didn't feel threatened by the fact that she wielded all the power, well maybe not in the bedroom. There he held all the power, and she loved every minute of it.

A knock on the door caused Cyrus to halt his condemnation of the joint chiefs. Liv had no idea what he was yelling about as she was obviously in another world, but she was thankful he was at least paying attention to whatever was the current topic of conversation.

"Alright, everyone out! You can finish this later." Liv heard in a voice that sent shivers up and down her spine. He may not have been POTUS, But damned if her husband didn't command respect through the White House as if he were.

"Sir, with all due respect…"Liv heard, from whom she wasn't sure she just knew that she never wanted anyone the way she wanted him in this moment.

"I will say this once and only once; GET OUT NOW!" That was all that needed to be said before everyone went scurrying out of the room.

Not sure what was going on, Liv stood and turned to her husband. He was staring at her with the darkest desire in his eyes, and she knew that whatever was about to happen, she'd sleep good tonight.

"Fitz…" She began breathlessly as she watched him step towards her as he rolled up the sleeves of his white oxford. He lifted her onto the table with ease, and stepped between her parted thighs.

"Quiet. I have dealt with the snickering, the whispers, and the silent treatment from your staffers for two weeks now. I have dealt with it with a smile on my face. Now I love my daughter, believe me I do, but it's time she comes out and meets the world."

"Wha…what do you have in mind?" Liv asked as she felt her excitement rising.

Without a moment's hesitation, Fitz took Liv by the hand and made their way as quickly as possible up to the residence. The moment they entered their bedroom, Liv immediately discarded of her clothing and climbed to the middle of their king sized bed.

She was a little confused when Fitz walked towards her and helped her of the bed. He lifted her up and she soon felt her back making contact with the wall. She wrapped her legs around his waist as her hands found comfort in the curls at the nape of his neck. With his hands on her waist, Fitz lowered Liv onto his throbbing erection, causing them both to cry out at the contact.

"Fuck! Liv you're so wet... So tight... God I fucking love you so much!" Fitz growled against her ear.

"Shut up and fuck me!" Liv demanded as her mouth claimed Fitz's once again.

Fitz began pounding into Liv hard as he hooked his arms under her knees. He brought her knees up to rest over the crooks of his elbows, and began thrusting so deep, Liv swore she could feel him in her stomach. Fitz broke the kiss and slowed his movements as he looked Liv in the eyes. She smiled as she sensed what made him stop.

"No Fitz, you're not hurting me."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."

That was all Fitz needed to hear as he continued his deep animalistic thrusts, pounding into Liv harder than he ever had before. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his head down to her rapidly bouncing breasts. Fitz didn't hesitate to draw her brown bud into his mouth, sucking hard until she felt him beginning to contract around him. Fitz repeated the process with the other breast as his thumb sought out her clit. Liv's pants and moans quickly turned to screams. Once they became whimpers, Fitz knew she was close yet again.

"I want you to say it as you come Livvie. Scream it for me baby."

As if on cue, Liv's body began to tremble then tense up completely. "Fitz! I'm coming! Fuck baby I-I... Aaaah!" Liv screamed, as she came harder than she had all day. She realized she had to have blacked out because the next thing she knew, Fitz had laid her down on the bed. How this man was still going was beyond her, but you'd never hear her complaining.

Fitz climbed his way up Liv's body, and drew her bottom lip into his mouth. He sucked on it hard, and without warning, plunged into the soft depths of her silken walls once again. Liv cried out at the union, and Fitz stilled to give her a moment to readapt to his size. The moment did wonders to boost his ego. He still had it.

"Fitz baby, I need you to move. Something, anything... Fuck!"

Fitz began pounding into Liv, his eyes never leaving hers. In that moment, Fitz didn't care if she screamed, he was silently praying she would. Their room was surrounded by agents and for some reason, the knowledge that the men who were hired to protect her body, could hear him fucking her senseless, served to turn him on even more. Fitz's mouth latched on to Liv's neck and he began sucking on the spot so hard he was sure he'd left a mark.

There was something utterly erotic about marking the President Of the United States, and the fact that he could do it and get away with it, caused him to lose all sense of control.

Fitz climbed up her body and flipped her over. He positioned enough pillows under her to keep her comfortable, and intertwined his fingers with hers as he entered her slowly. He whispered in her ear how his love for her would never fade. She was and would always be the most important person in his life.

The room was spinning and her head was cloudy from how deep Fitz was in the moment. She felt him extend her arms above her head, and their fingers intertwined as Fitz glided against her body, bringing her the utmost pleasure.

Liv tried to move her body in time with Fitz's, but the way he had her stretched out on the bed, prevented her from moving. She knew Fitz needed to dominate this moment. He needed to take control as every thrust was a promise of the life of fulfillment that was to come.

Fitz felt Liv's walls begin to spasm, and he picked up his pace just enough to drive her over a cliff, without following closely behind. He reached between Liv's thighs, and began rubbing circles on her clit as his thrusts came to a halt. Soon Liv was screaming out his name as she fell over a cliff the second and third time that evening.

"I'm not finished with you yet, Mrs. Grant." Fitz said as he flipped Liv's body over so she was laying on her side. He spooned behind Liv, and brought her knee up slightly as he entered her again from behind.

Their bodies glistened with sweat as they met each other thrust for thrust until they both felt their orgasm approaching. Fitz's fingers intertwined with Liv's once again massaging her breasts as Fitz shifted one final time so Liv was on top of him.

Fitz sat up and extended Liv's legs on top of his as he moved her hips to bring them both to climax. He thrust his hips upwards and Liv came hard, screaming his name, as Fitz spilled his seed, deep inside of her walls.

Fitz got up and cleaned himself up before returning to the bed and cleaning Liv up. After they cleaned up, Fitz climbed into bed and spooned behind Liv. Their fingers were locked together over Liv's waist.

"Fitz, I love you so much."

"I love you too baby."

"Good night Fitz"

"Good night Madame President"

They closed their eyes and drifted off to sleep, both praying their activities would coax their little one out.

XxXxX

At 3:45 am, Liv awoke with gasp due to what felt like a rubber band popping. She sat up as best she could and that was when she was met with the puddle that was now her side of the bed. She didn't want to startle Fitz, but she knew there wouldn't be much time before the pain came full force.

"Fitz.." She began, whispering his name. She repeated this process a few more times before the first major contraction set in. Instead of calling him again, she simply yelled out "I'm in labor"

This seemed to have done the trick as Fitz rolled out of bed and onto the floor. It took him a moment to gather his bearings but soon he was back by his wife's side, awaiting instructions.

Once she had directed him to notify her detail, she had him contact Cyrus and Sally to notify them of the situation. Although Sally would only be acting president for the next few weeks, it was officially time for her role to begin. It only took a few minutes to complete the tasks and soon they were being notified that a wing had been cleared for them and Liv's doctor was on her way.

Fitz helped Liv get cleaned up and into a pair of yoga pants. When he went to find a shirt for her, she began to cry. "No, I want your shirt." She whimpered as she reached for the NAVY t-shirt Fitz was currently wearing.

Fitz studied her for a moment, but decided to just give her his shirt as he noticed another contraction coming on. With his wife now in his shirt, Fitz fished another of his NAVY t-shirts out of the closet and threw on his black jeans and sneakers.

Sally and Cyrus were walking in as they were walking out. Liv's last gesture before she was swept off to the hospital was to hand Sally a folder. "Do it now." She said before Fitz swooped her out to the awaiting SUV.

Sally opened the folder, and she and Cyrus gasped at what was inside. Apparently, Liv had intel on the whereabouts of Omet al Madir, the leader of the Jamku terrorist regime. While the President of the United States is giving birth, and the nation watches and waits, her men and women will be storming the al Madir camp in hopes of ending this war once and for all.

Sally closed the folder and looked at Cyrus with a proud gleam in her eyes. "What can I say? She always has another card left to play."

Well done Madame president…