After the rush of Thanksgiving, Olivia was experiencing something totally new and that was Christmas. You see when Olivia lost her mother , her father sent her off to boarding school and she never got to spend the holidays with him again. There were the holiday parties with Edison and the nights that she spent on the campaign trail alone and then Fitz would surprise her. They would drink wine, watch Christmas movies, and then make love.

Karen had told Olivia about her dilemma. She had come to a decision that she would get rid of the baby. There would be no way she could even put the baby up for adoption, after all, she was the President's daughter. "And I just don't feel comfortable with my mom being there." She sighed. "My dad puts so much trust into you. You have helped him out of some tight jams and I remember when you got me out of that little sex tape mess."

Olivia took her hand and then sat down next to her. "I think of you as a friend, but I love you like you were mine. " The words brought tears to Karen's eyes.

"Tell me when you want to take care of it." She whispered. "I'll be there."

It all overwhelmed her when she walked into the West Wing. The halls were certainly decked with boughs of holly and Christmas carols filled the White House. Staff had crawled upon ladders as they hung tiny ornaments and strung red velvet ribbon through the evergreen boughs. The trees had a certain theme every year, and this year it was old fashioned toys. Classically stuffed teddy bears, were interspersed on the evergreen trees. Hurricane globes that were left over from the days before electricity hung from the ceilings with red beewax candles. There was definitely the smell of pine as it drifted through the halls.

A large pine wreath hung on the white wooden door of the Oval Office. Olivia slowly opened the door and looked up at the sprig above the door. She smiled when she realized what it was.

"Mistletoe, really Mr President?" she said as he turned away from his desk. Seeing Olivia brought Fitz to his feet as he quickly walked over to greet her in the traditional way. Instead of just pecking her on the lips , he put his arms around her and dipped her . Their lips pushed together.

"It looks like Christmas exploded." Olivia exclaimed as she saw that his office had been decorated as well.

"Nonsense, there is no such thing as too much holiday cheer." Fitz smiled. "This is going to be the best Christmas I have had in years. I have two wonderful children, Mellie and I are no longer married, and the best part is that I get to spend it with you."

"You know, I never have really been a holiday person." Olivia admitted. Fitz knew where she was getting at.

"But things are different this year. You have someone to share the holidays with. You can't say that you have celebrated Christmas unless you have celebrated with a young child. I can still remember getting up in the morning with Karen and Jerry. It has been so many years, but I can share that with Teddy now and any other kids we might have. "

At that moment , Cyrus came into the room. "Sir, Olivia the Washington Children's Gospel Choir. Has arrived and are waiting for you in the Red Room."

Taking her hand, they walked toward the Red Room. Abby had a folder in her hand and accosted the President when he came in the room. "Mr. President, this needs to be addressed." She said.

"Later, Gabby. " Fitz walked over to the tiny lady and let her introduce the choir . "The kids are so honored to come here and sing for you."

"Mrs. Hayes, thank you so much. The staff and I would love to hear the kids." Fitz admitted.

There were two rows of children that had traveled from the part of Washington that the tourists wouldn't go. The children were wearing red sweaters and dark pants and skirts. Red and green tartan ribbons made up the hair ribbons and bow ties of the young singers. They were so excited that they would get to meet the famous Olivia Pope and the President of the United States.

The short African American woman raised her hands and then signaled to the choir. She quietly counted the notes out and then the children began to sing.

Silent night, holy night

All is calm all is bright

Round yon virgin mother and child

Holy infant so tender and mild

Sleep in heavenly peace, Sleep in heavenly peace

As the children sang. Olivia carelessly let her hand rest on her stomach. Yes, new life was growing inside of her as well.