Sorry it's taken me a couple days to update, I've been crazy busy! But thank you, thank you, thank you to all of the kind and amazing reviews on the first chapter. I'm so happy you enjoyed it and I hope you enjoy this one just as much. :)

"Olivia, you can't leave us! You are our leader! You are the boss. We need you, Huck needs you."

Olivia has been rationalizing her and Fitz's relationship the past day and a half. She's thought about every single thing that's ever happened between them and realized that they always find their way back to each other. Their love can never be broken. She's missed him and the way that he makes her feel both, physically and emotionally. She needs him in her life.

"Quinn, I know. But I…I love him. He is finally out of the White House. This could be our shot to be a normal couple."

"You are never going to be a normal couple! Do you really think moving to Vermont means that people are going to leave you alone? He's not just going to drop off of the radar because he's no longer president. There will always be a story for them to sell about him. He can pretend to be normal all he wants, but he will always be the president of the United States and you will always be his mistress!"

Olivia takes a step away from her, the intensity and truth in her words hitting Olivia like a fifty pound brick.

"I'm sorry, Liv. I'm not trying to upset you or piss you off, you just need to realize that this fantasy you two have always dreamed about is just that, a fantasy."

Olivia paces around the office, thinking about what Quinn said. She had a point. She was absolutely right.

"You're…you're right. Moving to Vermont isn't going to keep the paparazzi away from us. He will never be mayor and I will never make jam. It's…never going to happen."

"I want to see you happy Liv, I do. But Vermont can't happen."

Olivia nods her head up and down, then feeling her phone vibrate indicating she has a text.

"I've officially moved all of my stuff out of the White House. I will be staying at the George Washington Hotel tonight until tomorrow. My room is in the Penthouse Suite on the 22nd floor. If you need me, you know where to find me. Xo, Fitz."

Her eyes start welling up with tears.

"Is that him?"

"Yeah…he's staying at the George Washington tonight until he leaves tomorrow."

"Are you going to go see him? Tell him that Vermont isn't happening?"

"I should. Yes, I should do that."

"Good. I'll be here if you need me, Liv."

"Thank you Quinn. I appreciate all that you have done for me and for OPA."

"Of course. We're family."

"Yes, we are family. I'll call you later."

She knocks on the hotel door, nervous as ever. The Secret Service are eyeing her up and down, thinking they know what's about to go down.

He opens the door and she immediately just wants to jump in his arms, but she can't do that. That's not what she's here for.

"Hi," he says, a huge smile on his face.

"Hi," she whispers.

"Please, come in."

He holds the door open as she enters the suite.

"Thank you."

They stand in awkward silence for a couple moments before he finally decides to speak.

"Sooo…what's the verdict?"

They stare at each other, tears running down her face for what feels like the hundredth time today. Her lip is quivering. The look on her face tells him exactly what she's thinking.

"I'm going to take that as your way of saying that we won't be moving to Vermont?"

She slowly shakes her head.

His eye begins to subtly twitch, as tears form in his as well. He feels heartbroken.

"Right. Okay. That's…fine. Thank you for having the decency to tell me in person."

"I'm sorry," she whispers.

"Sorry? You're sorry?!" His voice is getting higher and louder. "Don't…don't apologize. Just…go."

She lunges toward him. "Fitz, please."

He turns around in anger. "Please what?! Huh? What do you want from me? I'm giving us the opportunity to finally be together like normal people, to finally live our dream. And you don't want that, so what do you want?"

"You!"

He takes a step back, surprised by her admission.

"I want you so bad that it hurts! But...we're never going to be normal people. The paparazzi will always be around. You will always be the president. People aren't going to stop caring about you and wanting to know and document your every move. You act like we're just suddenly going to become a couple that goes to the grocery store together and takes their kids to soccer games without anyone making a big deal about it. You are always going to be a big deal. Vermont...is a fantasy."

He lets her words sink in, finally realizing that she might just be right. They're never going to live a normal and low-profile life. They were naïve to ever think so. He sits down on the couch.

"You're right. You are absolutely right. How were we so blind before?"

She sits down beside him and takes his hand in hers. "We just wanted our fantasy to be reality. But it's just that, a fantasy. And I can't leave my people. They're my family. They need me. OPA is who I am, what I enjoy doing. I can't leave that behind, not right now."

"I understand that. I'm sorry that I never thought about what you would be giving up."

"Why do you have to move to Santa Barbara? Why can't you just stay here?"

"I was so set on the fact that if there was no Vermont, there was no us. If there was no us, I didn't want to be here. I thought that moving across the country would make getting over you easier."

"You're wrong."

He looks up at her, staring into her big brown eyes.

"Just because there's no Vermont, doesn't mean there's no us. We can try again, Fitz. I want to try again. Let's stop trying to be normal, and just be us. You can find something to do here in DC, I'm sure. I'll still run OPA. We can come home and tell each other about our days. We can make a life for ourselves, here. We don't have to sell the house in Vermont. It can be our vacation home and possibly our real home one day."

"Is that what you really want? This sounds so unlike you."

"Of course it is. Being without you this past year made me realize what I want and who I want to be. I want to still be Olivia Pope and do what I love, but I want and need you in my life as well. It's the perfect balance. I've finally found myself."

His eyes start to light up and a smile finally forms on his face.

"I love you, Fitzgerald Grant. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I think that if we stop making Vermont a fantasy and live here in our reality, we can make it work."

There's a brief pause before he replies, "I would like nothing more than that."

He slowly pulls her into him, gently placing his mouth on hers. Their lips haven't touched in such a long time that he wants to savor this passionate kiss, this declaration of their love. After their lips part, she places her head against his.

"So...DC is the new normal, huh?" he asks.

"The new normal? I kind of like that."

Their mouths crash upon each other's once again, devouring the taste of one another.

"So uh...what happens next?" she asks, a smirk on her face.

He smiles a smile that could light up a room.

"Whatever we want."

Fin.

Until next time, my friends.