This is an drabble from towards the end of season 3 from the prompt Olitz. Baby Ella. Vermont. Go submitted by babycakesbriauna. I would also like to point out that these drabbles/prompts are being moved over from my Tumblr so you may have already seen them. I've been trying to move all of my work to one place where they're easy to manage and add to if I choose to do so.

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It happened so quickly.

Losing everything. Or really just losing the election.

It felt like the end, though. Like nothing would ever be the same and it wouldn't. No one knew how to proceed from there. It was all many of them had left after burning every bridge to get to a heaven that didn't exist. So, Fitz and Olivia did what they do best and hid. Ran. Leaving behind an angry soon to be ex-wife, bitter children, murderous spy organizations, unruly employees, and most importantly, chaos.

The land was quiet except for the giggling and crunching of snow which was a stark contrast to D.C. It was easy here to forget all of the hell left behind them, under the bright sun that reflected off of the snow, casting brilliant beams of light on everything it touched. It was especially easy for Olivia to forget as she watched Fitz play with little Ella, her small legs carrying her as fast as they could as she and Fitz bounded through the white fluff playing imaginary games with each other. She stood on the other side of the glass door in an oversized mauve sweater, her arms wrapped around her for warmth as she pushed open the door, calling the duo into the house. Taking Ella off of Cyrus' hands for him to grieve probably seemed like the biggest favor they could do for him but really it was for completely selfish reasons. Especially on Fitz's part. He watched Olivia wistfully with a smile as she stripped Ella's wet over garments and tickled her playfully.

"Fitz, wet clothes off, please." Olivia ordered, carrying Ella to the kitchen table.

It was a simple request and a sound one but it warmed Fitz all over. He couldn't move an inch. She was absolutely beautiful. From the smile on her face to her delicate movements. She was acting like a wife. Like the wife he never had but had always wanted in only her. Ella giggled as Olivia sat a small plate with grilled cheese squares in front of her. Fitz, finally undressed, made his way to Olivia wrapping his arms around her midsection as they watched Ella eat, her curls bouncing as she nodded her head in playful childlike contentment.

The thought came so quickly that Fitz didn't even have time to rebuke it as asinine before it settled into his brain and made itself comfortable. The wholehearted belief that this could be them. That the beautiful little girl with her sun-kissed brown skin and unruly curls could be theirs. That his hands that were caressing her flat stomach could one day hold a small person that was half of both of them. That this house would be filled with the echo of laughter and the excitement of the first snowfall that Ella had felt this morning. As soon as Olivia turned to softly peck his lips he knew that she'd been thinking the same thing.

It had all happened so quickly. They'd lost everything. But in losing everything, they found themselves closer to Vermont than ever. And surprisingly, with Baby Ella.