Takes place immediately following S05E08 Baby It's Cold Outside.

Olivia was sitting on her new couch, sipping on a large glass of wine when her phone rang. She didn't even look before she answered.

"I think we said all we needed to say tonight. I think we need some space." She said.

"You and POTUS on the rocks." She heard a voice through the phone.

"Stephen?" She asked, surprised.

"Yup, its me." He said. They asked of each others wellbeing before Stephen turned things back to her love life. "So what happened that you need space from?" He asked.

"I just can't breath in that damn house." She said. Stephen scoffed.

"I'm sure you spent just as much time there when you were communications director as you do now, so what's changed?" He said.

"Are you really asking me this?" She asked.

"Yes."

"Everything has changed." She said sounded exasperated. "He asked me to marry him Stephen. Not because he loves me, but so I wouldn't have to testify."

"But he does love you." Stephen countered.

"Then he had all my belongings moved over without my permission because he wanted to keep an eye on me."

"And I'm sure he had a good reason. You have a habit of doing things without talking to him first." Stephen said.

"Stephen, your supposed to be on my side." She said.

"I am, but that means being on his side." He said.

"What are you talking about?" She said confused.

"Just let him love you. That is all he wants to do, but you push him away. You think you don't deserve his love because of all the things you have done, all the things your family has done, but he loves you anyway."

"Not anymore." She mumbled. Stephen signed, hearing that he was getting nowhere.

"Why don't you come and visit me in London." He suggested. "You can publically say you are on holidays, you can have some time to think, and best of all you get to see me." He charmed. She laughed. Then there was a knock on her door. It hadn't been that long since the delivery guys came so she thought maybe they were back. She walked to the door and opened it without checking who it was, something she only did if she was distracted.

"I can't come visit you in London Stephen…" She said as she pulled open the door. She quickly hung up the phone.

"What are you doing here?" She asked. He barged past her.

"I know where you were earlier tonight, why you missed the dinner." He said walking across her apartment. Olivia closed the door. This is really not what she wanted right now. "Did you really think I wouldn't find out?"

"Sarah?" Olivia asked, referring to her main agent.

"Zach." He clarified.

"He had no right…" She was cut off.

"He had every right." Fitz yelled, startling Olivia slightly.

"You killed our child Olivia. Now I know what you meant that there was no more Vermont. I cannot believe you. I mean, I shouldn't be surprised, but I really believed you wanted to be with me. I guess I was wrong." He paused. "I really thought I could forgive you for anything, but I think this is the one thing I cannot forgive. You killed our child." He said loudly.

Olivia walked over to her coffee table with a chuckle. She picked up the glass of wine that was sitting there, downed it quickly before putting it back on the table.

"Well, it wasn't yours. So thanks for your concern for my well being." She said sarcastically "You know where the door is, please show yourself out." She said as she walked to her bedroom.

Olivia had climbed straight into bed and tried not to cry. She lay there alone wishing that the one person she had just told to leave would just hold her.

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Fitz stood there in shock when he registered what she had said. He felt terrible. He hadn't even considered the possibility that it wasn't his. It had been almost 6 months since she returned from capture, but only just over three since they got back together. The baby could have been Russell's or Jake's, or even someone elses for all he knew.

He pinched the bridge of his nose as he walked towards the door. He opened it and paused. She was not ok. The fact that she had pointed him out for not asking about her wellbeing meant there was something wrong. He looked at his agents. "You guys might want to settle in for the night." He said and closed the door.

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Olivia heard the front door close and let the tears she had been holding back flow. She cried and cried. All she wanted was Fitz, but he hated her, and he would just as likely still hate her in the morning. She was crying so hard she was almost heaving. She was crying so hard she didn't notice Fitz enter the room until she felt the bed move. She turned her head quickly and rested on forearms.

When she saw it was Fitz she sunk down into the pillow and reached one hand out to touch his face. "I'm sorry." He said and she started to cry again. He swiftly reached around her waist and pulled her body against his. She wrapped her arms around his neck and wept into his shoulder. He rolled onto his back and Olivia stayed attached to his front. This is how they remained for the rest of the night.