I'm trying my best to work through my dying muse for Scandal. For those who follow me on tumblr you'll know that I no longer watch the show. However, I'm going to try my best not to let me deter from my work. I'm going to try my hardest to finish my fanfic's that I have going. This random spurt of writing came to me a few days ago I this practically flew out of me. With that being said, here's the story!

There was a plunge in her bed, weight dipped the king sized mattress towards the center. Despite the fact she was half asleep, Olivia knew that sitting before her was her two and a half year old daughter; Amelia.

Olivia opened her eyes slowly, her daughter staring at her with wide, round blue eyes. The little girl had her father's eyes, smile and ears. Luckily, she inherited Olivia's cute nose and full lips. Her skin the colour of sand; her hair was black as night, and it hung in perfect soft curls.

"Momma." The little girl crawled happily towards her mom, slapping her tiny hands down on Olivia's chest.

"Hi pumpkin."

"Daddy come now?" She asked with a blink of her pretty eyes.

Olivia tried her best not to cry. In all honesty, she couldn't believe the day had finally come. It seemed hypothetical, and that it would never actually come. Every time he was supposed to come home, he was needed for something else. Yes he was being brave for fighting for his country, there was no doubt about it. But he had left her when she needed him the most.

The night before he was due to deploy to Afghanistan for a 3 year term, it happened. The two best friends since kindergarten; Fitz and Liv had sex. She wouldn't simply describe it as sex. The two of them made love until the wee hours of the morning. Liv wasn't sure if it was the the two glasses of wine, or the fact that she wasn't going to see him for 3 years; but she spilled her heart out to him. She told him exactly what she'd been feeling for the past 20 plus years of her life.

And that night, they made a baby.

And the next morning, he shipped off to Afghanistan.

In the total of 3 years she managed to speak to him a total of 3 different times. Twice on the phone and once via a skype call which lasted a total of 4 minutes.

The moment she told him she was pregnant, she knew everything would change. They were no longer Fitzy and Livvie who could deny their feelings for one another. They were bringing a child into the world, and at 25 years old Olivia had never been more scared. She was alone, pregnant and the father of her child and love of her life was across the world doing god knows what. As much as she wanted to cry, scream and break something at her current situation, she couldn't; she was carrying a child. She was carrying their child.

So she got her shit together, moved into a bigger apartment and started getting ready for motherhood. Countless baby books, mothering classes, birth video's and 9 months later; she was a mother. Amelia Sophia Grant weighed in at 6 pounds 4 ounces, born at Massachusetts General Hospital.

The little girl was the love and light of her life. Amelia was sweet, charming and beautiful. Anyone who came into contact with the little one instantly adored her. Even Olivia's parents, who threatened to disown Olivia with the news of her pregnancy instantly adored their grandchild. With the help of her parents, Fitz's dad and best friends Harrison, Stephen and Abby; Olivia raised Amelia to be the intelligent, creative, polite and wondrous little toddler who stood before her.

"Daddy's coming home today sweetheart." Olivia sat up, pulling the little girl into her lap. "You excited?"

The little girl grinned as wide as she could. "Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" She chanted, clapping her hands together.

Liv was thankful that as a new nurse with a child, they were more than accommodating to her schedule at the hospital. They even allowed her the weekend off.

Looking at the time Olivia smiled, they had a few hours before his flight was due to arrive. She'd make breakfast, shower Amelia and herself and then introduce her daughter to her father for the first time. The whole thing seemed absolutely surreal.

"Pancakes." Amelia stated simply. "I eat pancakes."

Olivia chuckled, getting out of bed before sweeping up her daughter on her hips. They walked over to the kitchen and she sat Amelia down on a stool at the kitchen island counter.

"Regular or blueberry?" Olivia asked.

"Blueberry!"

She smiled softly. The little girl loved her blueberry pancakes, just like her father.

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"Liv I need you to breathe ok?" Harrison frowned. The three of them were standing in the airport, waiting for him to walk out. Harrison had opted to drive Liv, knowing the poor girl was going out of her mind. The last thing Olivia needed was to be in a car accident.

She couldn't breathe. She couldn't think. She couldn't grasp the fact that in a mere matter of moments she'd been faced with the one person she was dying to see more than anything. Her heart felt like it was going to beat out of her chest.

"Livvie look at me." Harrison said, turning her to face him so her back was to the doors. Little Amelia hung on Olivia's hip, playing with her mother's hair without a care in the world. Then randomly she plopped her head on Olivia's shoulders and looked in the opposite direction of her mother.

"Harrison..."

"You need to breathe okay. Everything is going to be fine. He loves you and you love him. You two are meant to be so just BREATHE."

Nothing was concrete. She needed to hear it from the horses's mouth. She needed to hear him say it.

She was breathing. She was closing her eyes taking deep breathes. She could hear Harrison chuckling in the background as Amelia squirmed in her arms.

"Emi stop it." Olivia warned, her eyes still closed.

"Mama." Amalia said in an almost whisper. "Look mama look."

"Hi."

His voice sent shivers down her spine. She turned around and there he was, the love of her life.

He had stubble, more than a shadow less than a beard. His eyes were a dark and stormy grey. He was wearing his uniform and his hair was a mess of curls from the flight. Most importantly he wore the lopsided smile which she fell in love with more than 20 years ago.

"Hi." She was crying, tears streaming down her face which he wiped with his thumb.

It was only then it dawned on him to address the little human staring at him so widely. She had his eyes. She had his smile. She had his signature superman curl which hung at the front of her head; a Grant family heirloom if you will.

"Daddy?" She asked with wide eyes and a pout just like her mother's.

"Hi princess." It was now his turn to cry. His daughter was more beautiful than he ever could have imagined. She reached for him and he took her softly into his arms. It wasn't long before Amelia was shedding a few tears of her own against her father's shirt.

Olivia stood there frozen as she watched the first few interactions between them. It was effortless natural. Amelia clung to him as if she'd know him forever and he held her little body perfectly. He cooed and soothed her calmly, stroking her soft head of hair until the sobs subsided.

Amelia pulled back slightly, taking her father's face into her own hands. She examined him with a purse of her lips and a squint of her eyes. Finally she smiled sweetly, "daddy." The little girl concluded and pressed a kiss to her fathers cheek. A few moments later the little girl rested her head against her fathers shoulder and dozed off.

He turned his attention back to Liv who had now stopped crying. She looked upon him like she was seeing a ghost.

"Hi." He smiled at her again.

"Hi." She reached out to touch him, just as Amelia had. Olivia needed to make sure he was real and tangible. This wasn't just some fairy tale or dream, she needed to verify he was really standing there with her, holding their daughter.

His free hand cupped her face, wiping whatever dry tears were left away. "Can I kiss you?"

It took her a few moments to make sure she had heard correctly. She then nodded her head a few times. "Yeah."

He smiled, dipping his head so his lips could meet hers. There was an explosion in her belly; fireworks erupted within her. She got lost with him, driving her tongue into his mouth. He was sweet and careful, tracing her lips with the soft texture of his own tongue before pulling away.

"I'm home." He stated simply.

"You're home."

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After reuniting with his best friend Harrison dropped the new family at Liv's and made himself scarce. Liv was thankful for all Harrison was doing for her; he truly was a great friend.

"Wow." Fitz said softly as they entered her two bedroom apartment. "You're not doing so bad for yourself."

She smiled softly. Her apartment was decorated eloquently with the perfect mixture of the shades of brown, burgundy, creme and navy blue. It was modern yet classic in it's own weird way. It was Liv through and through. Though it was slightly on the small side, it made it all the more homier.

"You hungry?" Liv asked taking Amelia from Fitz. "I was thinking I could order Gino's Pizza."

He grinned from ear to ear, an all time favourite. "That sounds absolutely incredible."

"There's clean towels in the bathroom. I hope you don't mind but I have a few of your clothes, I took some from Harrison. I wasn't sure if you were going to go back to your place with him or stay here so I thought to—"

"There's nowhere else I'd rather be than right here with you and her." He said with conviction. "Nowhere."

It felt amazing to her him say that and she couldn't help but blush. "Well I'll get to ordering the pizza then."

"Mkay." He kissed her forehead then Amelia's then went towards the bathroom.

"Mama?" Amalia asked as Olivia sat them both down on the couch.

"Yes sweetie?"

"Daddy live here?" She asked with a smile on her face.

"I hope so baby. I really hope so."

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Gino's tasted just as good as he remembered. He ate until he was stuffed while Olivia and Amelia watched him like a movie. It was different; much different than what he was used to after being away for 3 years but he couldn't be happier. This was what he'd been imagining in his cot for the last 3 years; his Livvie and his baby girl.

Amelia was everything he could have ever hoped for. His baby girl looked like a doll with her mother's large round eyes. She stared at him with a wondrous gaze and sneaky smile upon her face. He smiled back, wiggling his eyebrows on occasion noticing that it made her laugh.

Olivia simply observed and cleared up the table after dinner. There were no words to describe what she was feeling other than deja vu, in fact, that's exactly what this was. She had seen the two of them in dreams many a times. She'd seen Amelia smile and gaze at her father like she right now. Her heart nearly stopped as the little girl crawled across her chair and into Fitz's lap effortlessly.

The father and daughter interactions were completely and totally seamless. It tugged at her heart strings and suddenly she felt as if she were intruding on a private moment. Fitz was softly stroking the curls at front of her head while Amelia continued to hold his face in her hands.

Sucking the tears back into her eyes, Olivia quietly stepped out of kitchen and walked towards the bedroom. She shut the door and collapsed on the bed. Her tears soaked the duvet as reality hit her like a speeding train. This was it; the man she loved, the man she had made a baby with was here. He was home, playing with their daughter like she had always imagined in the room next door.

He hadn't died like she had been warned there was a chance of. He had come home. He had come back to her.

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"Bed." Olivia said, interrupting Amelia and Fitz's cuddling session on the couch as they watched cartoons on Netflix.

"Mama!" Amelia whined, not wanting to part from her dad and newly best friend.

"It's your bedtime now." Olivia knew she had to be stern with stuff like this otherwise the little girl would weasel her way out of anything.

"Ok." Amalia frowned, sliding out of her father's lap and got to her feet. She toddled into her room and Olivia followed her in, commencing their bedroom routine. Fitz watched from the door as Olivia changed Amelia into her pj's, moisturized and styled her curls into two braid, and moved to the washroom. It was there with the help of a stool Amelia washed her face and brushed her teeth.

"Done!" Amelia clapped her hands and gleefully ran to her father. She looked up at him with wide eyes, looking for praise.

Instead, he picked her up, hugging her as tight as he could without crushing her tiny frame.

"I go bed now." She said to him.

"Goodnight princess." He smiled, stroking her hair once again.

"Night daddy." She gave him a big smooch before he let her down. The little girl ran to Olivia, wrapping her arms around her mothers legs. "Night mommy."

"Night sweetpea." Olivia walked the little girl to bed, tucked her in and kissed her forehead softly. "I love you."

"Love you too mommy." The little girl said before turning on her side and drifting off to sleep. Olivia watched her for a few more minutes before closing the door, leaving her and Fitz alone for the first time.

She found him in her bedroom, gazing at photo's of Amelia on the wall. With his back turned to her she quickly jumped into her own pyjama's; a burgundy USC t-shirt and black cotton shorts.

He turned to her with a boyish smile and watery eyes. "She has my eyes."

His voice was shaky and nervous, as was he. She could only imagine this must be a crazy adjustment for him, so she responded in the only way she knew how.

"She has your eyes."

"I missed so much. Her first steps, her first word, I missed everything."

She took his hand in hers, bringing it to her lips. "You'll be here for her first day of school. You'll be here for her 3rd birthday; one she might actually remember. You'll be here for when she loses her first tooth. When writes her first test. When she makes her first friend."

"She's so beautiful Livvie..." He took hold of her face, pulling her into him. "Just like her mommy."

She blushed looking to her feet bashfully.

"God I've missed you." His forehead pressed against her and for a moment he just breathed. He breathed her in, allowing her presence to consume him entire. "I've missed you so fucking much Liv."

"I've missed you too." Her voice cracked halfway through her sentence as a tear fell. "I missed you so much it hurt."

"Liv..."

"Please don't leave me again." She whimpered against his chest. "Please don't leave us again."

The thought made him nauseous. "Never. I'm here to stay."

"You better fucking promise me Fitz." Her voice was full of conviction. "If you dare to—"

His lips were on hers and moments later her tongue was in his mouth. His hands rested softly cupping her hair while she fingered the curls at the back of his head. He'd let his curls grow out in the army which gave her more to play with. God she missed him. His tongue flicked against her own and soon they were dancing. She was moaning; he was grunting, and soon they both tumbled onto the bed, their mouthes still heavily connected.

She rolled on top of him; her thick black locks creating a vail around his head. Her fingers ran up and down his chest while his hands now rested firmly on her lower back.

"I love you so much Livvie." He said breathlessly as she pulled away. "So fucking much..."

"I love you too, I love you so much more." She spoke with tears in her eyes.

The next words that left his mouth shocked her like none other.

"Marry me."

"What?" She sat up straight, allowing him to sit forward while still remaining in his lap.

"I promised myself while I was in that hell hole that if I got out, I'd get back to you. I'd come back to California, I would track you down, I would meet our little girl and I would march you down to city hall the first chance I could."

Her mouth hung open as tears just uncontrollably fell.

"Two guys in my unit died Livvie... I thought... You were the only thing that kept me alive Liv. You and the thought of that sweet little girl next door. I looked at your picture at least twice a day."

"Which photo was it?"

"Remember the photo of us during freshman year spring break in Cancun? The one where you wore that pink bikini—"

"And I wore that I heart Cancun tube top..."

He grinned widely, stroking her cheek. "That's the one."

"Everyone warned me that you might die. Even my parents. I just... The thought of you not... And I never had the courage to say anything to you until—"

"I love you Olivia. I'm pretty sure I've always loved you. I remember you walking into kindergarten with your hair in braids and those big awful glasses. I remember thinking I'd never see anyone with eyes so big and round."

She laughed as he wiped a tear trickling down her cheek. "Shut up..."

"I loved you when you had braces. I loved you when you had acne. I loved you when every single boy was after you after puberty. I loved you after that douchebag Edison."

She was shaking in his arms, unable to speak or think for that matter.

"I love you baby. I love our little girl. All I've wanted to do for the past 3 years was come back home and make you mine. I want to build a family with you Liv." Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a rose gold band with an oval cut diamond. "I wanna make you my wife."

"Yes."

"Yes?"

She nodded her head softly before kissing him tenderly and sweetly. "Yes." She breathed against his lips. "Yes yes yes a million and one times yes."

He smiled, slipping the ring on her delicate little finger. The both smiled in awe at the beauty of it. The girl he loved for his entire life was now wearing his ring.

"Can we get married tomorrow?"

She nodded her head.

"Do you have a dress?"

She nodded again. It wasn't anything extravagant, but at the end of the day, she would marry him in sweatpants. It was a lace white cocktail dress with short sleeves and sweetheart neckline. "I have something. Do you have a tux?"

"I think I can rustle something up back at the apartment." He said slightly teasing. "Does Amelia have a—"

"She has more dresses than me." Liv chuckled honestly. "You know how I feel about dresses..."

"You always were a jeans, converse and t-shirt kind of girl."

"Still am." She giggled. Despite being against uniform, Liv managed to get away with her white converse at work underneath the ends of her scrub pants.

"So we're getting married tomorrow?"

"We're getting married tomorrow."

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"Damn Liv." Harrison teased as they all waited outside for the judge. "I've never seen you look this good."

"Shut up." Olivia teased, bouncing her baby girl on her lap. Fitz grinned, sat beside him as he played crazy eyes with his daughter.

"You guys are honestly the cutest." Both Quinn and Abby gushed. "The cutest little family ever." Everyone watched as Fitz, Liv and Amelia seamlessly interacted together as if it had always been this way.

Stephen agreed with the nod of his head. In all the years he'd known Fitz he'd never seen his friend happier than with Olivia and his little girl.

Little Amelia giggled at her father's silly game. Her black curls were now up in a ponytail and waterfalled onto her back. She a wore a pink ballgown with long sleeves.

"We've been waiting ages!" Big Gerry growled. "I'm getting hungry and you all know I have low blood sugary."

Olivia chuckled, reaching into her purse she pulled out an Oh Henry! bar. Growing up being neighbours with the Grant's she'd grown accustomed to their family. She knew Big Gerry well enough to know he was a grouch when hungry. "Go give this to Grandpa Gerry sweetie."

Amalia nodded, slipping off Liv's lap and toddled over to her grandfather. "Here."

He smiled widely, placing a kiss on the little girl's forehead. "Thank you sweetie."

Fitz swore he'd never find a woman more perfect than the one beside him. "You're amazing you know that."

"No you're amazing." Olivia teased his lips before pecking him a few times.

"Easy there!" Eli interrupted half-joking half-serious. "That's my daughter and you're not married yet."

"We have a daughter you know." Olivia smiled at her father receiving a glare in response.

"Daddy!" Amalia cried wanting to be picked up. "Up! Up! Up!"

Fitz quickly scooped her up, "what's wrong baby?"

"Mommy pretty."

Fitz smiled. "Agreed."

A few moments later a clerk came through the courtroom doors with a file on hand. "Fitzgerald Grant and Olivia Pope?"

Olivia shot up standing next to her fiancèe and baby. "Yes?"

"Judge Redland will see you now."

She smiled as he turned to her giddy and excited. "You ready?"

"You bet."

The process was pretty brief. The judge introduced himself, read out their file and got started. Amalia bounced up and down in Eli's arms throughout the entire ceremony. Despite being very young, everyone was sure the young toddler had a strong sense of what was going on.

After asking for any objections and seeing none, the judge happily issued their marriage license to the glee of the couple. Fitz kissed her the moment the Judge gave the go ahead. He wrapped his arms around her and lifted her up so her feet dangled in the air. Warm tears caressed both their faces, both unsure who from.

"I love you so much." He said, slowly lowering her back down to the floor.

"I love you too... Husband."

It was then it hit him; this was his wife. Olivia Pope or now Olivia Pope-Grant was his wife. They were married. They had a darling little girl with his eyes and her curly hair. They had a little apartment which might have been two small for someone of caliaber taste but worked perfectly for the two of them.

It was warm. It was cozy.

It was home.

He was home.

I've been toying with the idea of Fitz coming home from war to Olivia and decided to throw a baby in the mix! I can definitely due a follow up one shot to this story if you guys are interested.

Let me know and I hope you enjoyed!

Until next time! x

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