xoxo

X

She stands at the edge of the land, taking in the sun rising on the horizon dressed in her pajamas and an ivory Bottega Veneta contrast-panel belted trench coat. It's like nothing she's ever seen before. It was an ever-changing blue, clouds shining like diamonds as the radiant beams of sun begin to warm her slightly chilled skin as the brisk breeze blows through her hair.

This doesn't stop her lips from curling upwards into a smile.

She's relaxed, breathing evenly, hands upon her stomach as she now knows that the child growing inside of her was made from the love she has for Fitz. She still must tell him, but it was better this way because it gave her time to process her own emotions before bringing his into play. Nonetheless, she knows he'll be happy because it's something they both want.

This once scary predicament has now become something she's looking forward to. Motherhood. Never in a million years did she think this would be possible for her let alone her and Fitz especially with their rocky road of a relationship. But through every bumpy ride, there's always smooth sailing to lead them to their desired destination without any doubts or regrets.

The brisk breeze sends a chill down her spine causing her to fold her arms tightly across her chest. She knows she should get back to the house, back to bed with Fitz's arms wrapped perfectly around her small frame, but she can't seem to leave, not wanting to look away from the sunrise just yet. So, she stays but she's no longer alone.

Approaching her from the distance, Eli heaves a heavy sigh not knowing what to expect when she realizes he's there. He's more afraid than anything. After having some alone time, he realized that it was time to start treating his daughter with some respect, the respect that he gave to a son that wasn't his own flesh and blood. The respect she deserved not only as his child but as a woman. And after seeing how she's changed herself around, he regrets not doing it sooner.

Although she's enjoying her moment, she can feel that someone is around her, so she turns around only to be unimpressed but still somewhat shocked that her father is standing in front of her. She doesn't say a word, however, her gaze does wander over him. He looks terrible, but she can see the effort where he tried to make himself look presentable.

"Hello, Olivia." He says with a small smile, tucking his hands in his coat pocket. "It's nice to see you."

She scoffs, brows furrowed. "What are you doing here? How did you know where I was?"

"I used B613 and I'm here because you aren't answering any of my calls and I really need to talk to you."

"So, you're command again?" She inquires, raising a brow. "And we don't have anything to talk about."

"No, I just used it to find you." He affirms. "That's all. And we have a lot to talk about. Starting with the fact that I haven't been the b-"

She raises a hand to stop him. "If you came all this way to apologize then you don't know me at all." She steps closer to him. "This is pathetic, Eli and I shouldn't be giving you the time of day. I should be inside, drinking hot chocolate and spending time with my family, my real family but here I am entertaining you."

The family comment hits him where it hurts, but he remains firm in his stance. He wasn't expecting this to be easy. He knows that if he wants her back in his life, he must earn her.

"You're still standing here because believe it or not, you're curious about what I have to say and no matter how much you dislike me or hate me . . . I am still your father." He jabs a finger at her. "There's always the benefit of the doubt when it comes to me."

She bursts into dramatic laughter, a hand clenching her stomach and one covering her mouth. The audacity of him to come here and expect some kumbaya moment after the years of manipulation baffles her and for once, she's in the position to treat him exactly the same way.

"You are no father to me." She says, voice filled with venom. "You cared for Jake more than you cared for me and now that he's dead you feel you can just waltz back into my life with some masquerade believing that you deserve my forgiveness when you don't. It doesn't work that way. Not anymore."

She's calm, but her words hurt him more than he's able to show. Had he been a normal father this wouldn't be happening. He wouldn't feel like he's on his last rope and she wouldn't feel the need to isolate him from her life. But this isn't a perfect world and sometimes what someone may want the most, they can't have. This being one of those times.

He attempted to ruin her and now he's playing the price.

With a heavy sigh, he glances towards the house, his foot tapping a cadence upon the grass as he catches a glimpse of everyone inside. He can't stand the sight of the smiles upon their faces knowing that he must leave here with the last memory of his daughter being the one where he made her feel worthless because he couldn't stand the thought of her leaving.

But now, she's gone.

His gaze returns to her and she's still as calm as she was when they started this conversation. Not a change in her stance, not a change in her demeanor, nothing. Nothing he said affected her in any way and for once, he feels defeated. She's happy without him. Everyone is happy without him which means he no longer has a place.

"Tell me something. Why am I undeserving of your forgiveness?"

"That's easy." She smiles. "You took everything that made me special and used it against me because it was beneficial for you. I was the warrior fighting all your battles so you could get to this place of unobtainable power only for you to take my sword and turn it against me and I can't forgive you, but I also can't thank you enough."

His brows furrow. "Thank me?"

"Yes." She nods affirmatively. "Had you not turned the sword against me, I would have never known that I needed to change. And now that I did and I'm facing my demons head on, conquering them one by one, there's no ceiling I can't reach." She chuckles, glancing down at the house. "I have a wonderful mother, wonderful friends, the love of my life and I now have a brother who I have so much in common with. So that . . . I thank you for."

He doesn't know what to say. What can he say? Had he not been in his own way then maybe he could be a part of the life Olivia is now building for herself, but things are different now.

"Well, I guess this is goodbye, Olivia."

"It is." She smiles, nodding imperceptibly. "Goodbye, Eli." She places a hand on his shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze before making her way back to the house, a newfound confidence in her walk. "Take care."

With tears welling in his eyes, he watches her walk away before making his way back to his car. And in the distance, Huck watches both Olivia and Eli go their separate ways before making his way inside the house.

X

"You know, the entire time we've been here I have yet to spend time with you." Cyrus says, stepping outside onto the front porch with two plates in hand where Ryan sits, pulling the door to with his leg. "How have you been?" He inquires, holding a plate out to him.

Ryan smiles, taking the plate and setting it on his lap.

"Thank you, Cy. I've been good. After everything that transpired from the moment I arrived to now, I can honestly say that I don't have any regrets." He chuckles. "Everything happened for a reason and turns out . . . it was all worth it. How are you?"

Cyrus takes a seat in the chair next to Ryan, setting his plate on his lap, crossing his legs at the ankle.

"I'm peaceful. For the first time there isn't a million things running through my head allowing me to focus on relaxing and enjoying some down time." He smiles. "But I am happy to hear that you're in a good place after everything. You've experienced your fair share of bullshit and didn't let it change the person you are. That's a gift not too many people have."

"I agree." He chuckles, taking a piece of bacon to his mouth. "It was a lot, probably more than anyone could handle but I wasn't raised to let anyone, or anything affect me, however, my feathers were a bit ruffled when they went after Danny, but he got me together."

Cyrus chuckles, taking a forkful of eggs to his mouth.

"The good thing about that is that he wasn't afraid." He smiles, glancing over at him. "That's something you personally need because when you fall back, you know he'll catch you and probably fight the fight for you if you let him."

"That's true." He smiles warmly. "So, what does Cyrus Beene have on his agenda once this trip comes to an end? Rushing to work at the foundation or are you going to take a break? Explore other options."

"I think I'm going to explore other options to see what else is out there." He says, taking a piece of bacon to his mouth. "I never really got the chance to see what else I liked because at the tie I wanted to do what I'm doing now. However, I know that no matter what, I will be at the foundation . . . just not at this time. What about you?"

"I think that would be good for you. You've been in the White House for both of Fitz's terms, you've helped him when he was just starting on the circuit . . . you deserve some you time." He smiles, placing a hand upon Cyrus's shoulder. "And me? I think I'm going on vacation with Danny. He mentioned it to me the other day and I could use some fun in the sun."

Cyrus grins, nodding as he listens to Ryan's words. He can tell his friend is in a good place and that's all he wanted.

"Do you think he's the one?" The question brings a smile to Ryan's face. "Danny."

"I do." He nods imperceptibly, a faint blush rising to his cheeks. "I know he's the one."

"Cherish it. It's not every day you come across someone that makes you shine even brighter than you already do." He smiles, placing his hand atop of Ryan's. "Don't squander it for anything or anyone, otherwise, you'll have me to deal with." He shoots him a playful wink.

Ryan snickers. "Trust me, that last thing I want to do is go against my good friend, Cyrus Beene."

"Good." He laughs. "I love you and I am extremely happy for you, happier that you came back and even happier that you never stopped being a good friend."

"Aw, thank you." He smiles. "I love you too, but are you about to propose? Because I don't look the part." He jokes, taking another piece of bacon to his mouth.

Cyrus chuckles. "You know what they say, love tends to happen when you're looking a mess."

Ryan bursts into laughter, as does Cyrus. "In that case, where's my damn ring?"

X

Knocking on Danny's door, Fitz tucks his hands in his pockets. After hearing the news that Danny planned to propose to Ryan, it full on inspired him, so he wanted to have a quick chat with him to see where his head was at with everything while also sharing his own plan. With this being their last day in Vermont, it was either go big or go home.

The sound of the door opening attracts his attention and standing on the other side is Danny who steps out of the way and allows Fitz inside, closing the door behind him, a smile upon his face.

"Good morning. What brings you by so early?" He makes his way over to the bed, taking a seat on the edge of it. "Here to challenge me to another game of football?"

Good morning." He chuckles, moving over to the chair and taking a seat. "I am not here to challenge you to a game of football. I am here to see if you put any idea into how you're going to propose."

"I did." He chuckles. "I want it to be as normal as possible because I know Ryan isn't the type of person to be impressed by the overextravagant."

Fitz snickers. "Same as Olivia."

"See, you get it." He chuckles. "So, I was thinking of asking him right outside in the front, away from everyone. No decorations, no music, no nothing. Just me . . . talking to the man I love in hopes that he'll want to spend the rest of his life with me."

"I think that's perfect. That makes the moment much rawer and truer to who you both are." He smiles. "Then again, no matter what you did, I think it would suffice because you two love each other. And with that, you never have to think too hard."

"Yeah." He smiles, nodding imperceptibly. "You're right about that. Thank you."

Fitz grins. "It's what friends are for."

Danny leans back on the bed, using his elbows to prop him up, gaze narrowed.

"So, what's on your mind, Fitz?"

Heaving a heavy sigh, Fitz moves to his feet and walks over to the window before turning to face Danny with a buoyant smile upon his face.

"You inspired me to make a gesture of my own."

"Really? How so?" He asks, raising his brows.

"Just the act of doing something because you love someone so much has always been a beautiful thing to me." He smiles. "That's something I've always lived by if I'm being quite honest."

"It's also how you ended up in a lot of trouble during your presidency." He laughs, as does Fitz. "However, I understand where you're coming from, man. So, what's the gesture I inspired you to make?"

Fitz smiles. "Well, I think I'm going to ask Olivia to marry me."

"Holy shit." Danny says, moving to his feet, mouth agape with incredulity. "Are you deadass?" He asks, making his way over to Fitz. "Don't play with me."

"I am very deadass." He laughs. "I think it's our time too, but don't worry it won't overshadow your moment."

"That's amazing, man!" He exclaims, pulling Fitz into a hug, excitement prevalent in his voice. "None of that matters. What matters is that you're doing what will make you and Olivia happy in the long run."

Fitz reciprocates the hug, patting Danny on the back before pulling away, a warm smile upon his face.

"You don't think it's too soon, do you? Be honest."

"Who am I to say?" He gives a soft shrug. "The heart wants what it wants, so who are you to deny it? That's how I see it with Ryan and that's how you have to see it with Olivia. Sometimes we have to take a chance and gamble with everything in us. Yeah, sometimes it might not work out but when it does . . . that is the most rewarding feeling you can ever feel."

"You're right." He huffs. "I think that I'm just afraid she'll say no."

"And, so what if she does?" He folds his arms across his chest. "Her saying no isn't the end of your relationship. Her saying no means that you continue to do whatever it is you can to love and cherish her until she's ready to say yes."

Fitz heaves a soft sigh. "Is that what you would do?"

"I think that's what anyone who loved someone as much as you love Olivia would do."

Fitz smiles warmly. All this time Danny was able to give him good advice and he never knew.

"You're right." He tucks his hands into his pockets. "Whether she says yes or no . . . I know that she will still be the love of my life and I will be hers."

Danny smiles, placing a hand upon Fitz's shoulder.

"And that my friend . . . is what I call growth."

X

She makes her way to the bedroom walking as quick as possibly can. After her run in with her father, it leaves her with a sour taste in her mouth although she handled it the best way possible. In some ways she feels good in other ways, it's bittersweet. However, she can feel it in her gut that saying goodbye to him was the only thing that would allow her to keep prospering.

No point in sacrificing all her hard work, rebuilding herself to the woman she is right now for someone that made her feel at her lowest, right?

She removes her jacket, feeling herself becoming overheated as she thinks about the audacity Eli had to show up to a place, she deems sacred. Marcus is seen walking in her direction, so she keeps it together, giving him a small smile before disappearing into her room and slamming the door shut, leaning against it as she drops her coat, taking deep breaths.

She didn't even notice Huck sitting on the edge of the bed.

"I can take care of your father for you if he's causing you trouble."

The sound of his voice startles Olivia, her eyes widening as her gaze lands on him.

"Huck? What are you – how did you know about that?"

"I was outside when he arrived. Saw you two talking." He moves to his feet, walking over to her. "Do you need me to-?"

"No." She places her hands on his shoulders. "No more killing. He won't be bothering me anymore."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm – gonna be sick." She brushes past Huck, quickly making her way to the bathroom, lifting the lid of the porcelain bowl and vomiting into the toilet, slowly falling to her knees.

Huck, now filled with worry, follows behind her. When he sees her hunched over the toilet, he first fills a small cup up with water before tending to her, pulling her hair back and kneeling beside her. She turns her face to him, eyes watering and that's when he puts it together.

"You're pregnant."

"Yes . . . Huck . . ."

"Are you happy?"

She wipes her mouth with her arm and nods. "Yes."

"Good." He smiles, using his free hand to rub her back. "You'll be a great mom. Have you told Fitz yet?"

"Not yet." She heaves a heavy sigh, shifting to sit beside the toilet, smiling at his words. "I plan on telling him tonight."

"He's going to be so happy." He says, elation prevalent in his voice. "Whatever you do, don't overthink it."

She snickers. "Have you met me? I'm good for doing that."

He chuckles, reaching up and grabbing the cup of water, handing it to her in which she takes and takes a small sip from.

"True, but you have to try hard otherwise, you're going to drive yourself crazy well beforehand."

"Is this coming from experience?"

"It is."

Silence ensues before they burst into laughter. It's a very soft moment and she's glad to have spent it with Huck.

"I'll take your advice and apply it once I get off the floor and freshen up."

He smiles. "I'll leave you to it." He moves to his feet, making his way to the door.

"And Huck."

"Yeah?" He turns to face her, a smile upon his face.

"Thank you."

X

Standing outside in the front, Danny watches as an all-white 911 Carrera S Cabriolet Porsche pulls up to the house. After his conversation with Fitz, he figured that there was two people missing; Maya and her husband Donovan also known as Ryan and Oliva's mom and Ryan's dad.

He wasn't going to allow them to miss a pivotal moment such as the one he has planned for Ryan and the one Fitz has planned for Olivia. And although Donovan isn't Olivia's father, he's more than happy for her and never once spoke negatively about her regression.

First to get out of the car is Donovan who's dressed in a grey, tailored Thom Browne striped two-piece suit and tie with a pair of dark brown Prada Spazzalato leather monk-strap shoes. He closes his door and makes his way over to the passenger's side; flashing is award-winning smile at Danny as he opens the door for Maya.

Taking Donovan's hand, she steps out of the car dressed in an all-white Dolce & Gabbana satin midi dress with a pair of yellow sunflower-embroidered point-toe mesh pumps from the same designer topped off with her long, curly hair draped over her right shoulder and closes the door behind her before they make their way over to Danny.

With a delighted smile upon his face, he greets Maya with a warm, welcoming hug and a kiss to her cheek before greeting Donovan with a firm handshake into a hug.

"How was the drive up here?" He asks, tucking his hands into his pockets. "I can imagine it being very long."

"Chile, we flew here the moment you called us." Maya chuckles. "Vermont isn't actually that far if you fly private."

Danny chuckles. "Makes sense. I'm really glad you two could make it."

"We're glad to come although . . . we're not too sure as to why we're here." Donovan says, snaking a hand around Maya's waist. "Did something happen?"

"No, nothing happened at all." He smiles, pulling out a small black box from his pocket. "I called you here because I planned on proposing to your wonderful son tonight but before I did, I wanted to get your blessing."

Both Maya and Donovan's eyes widen, glancing at one another then at Danny.

"Are you sure you're ready for this, son?" Donovan asks. "This is a huge step and I don't want this to be one of them impulse moments that can lead to either you or our son getting hurt."

"I don't think this is an impulse decision, D." Maya murmurs, gaze wandering over Danny. She can see the confidence in his eyes and based off the conversation they had before, she knows he's ready. He just has to convince Donovan. "I think he's ready."

A hum can be heard as Donovan folds his arms across his chest.

"What makes you ready, Mr. Ford?"

"I'm ready to marry your son because every day I wake up next to him, I know that I want to spend the rest of my life with him. He makes me the happiest I've ever been. He's handsome, intelligent, funny, caring, inviting, warm and best of all . . . he's human. The man he is to the world . . . can't compare to who he is when the doors close." He smiles warmly, tears welling in his eyes. "I love him. I know that. I feel that. And there's nothing that can deter me from spending my life with him for as long as he'll have me which I hope is for a really long time." He smiles. "I want forever with him, sir. This isn't a game to me."

With a more than pleased smile on his face, Donovan pulls Danny in and hugs him tightly. His son is one of the most important people in his life besides his wife Maya and as a father, it's his job to make sure he's in good company and based off of what Danny just told him, he can see that Ryan will be more than okay.

"You have my blessing, Danny." He smiles, wiping the tears welling in his own eyes. "I think you'd make a great addition to this family."

Maya smiles, placing a hand on Donovan and Danny's back.

"I told you this one was a keeper when I left the restaurant."

Donovan chuckles. "I see that for myself now." He releases the hug. "Thank you for being good to our son. It means the world to me that he's found a home in you."

Danny smiles, wiping his eyes. "I can assure you that he'll always have a home in me."

"Good. He needs that." Maya says, rubbing both of their backs. "You have my blessing, too, but you already knew that."

"That I did." He smiles, giving her another hug. "You guys want to see the ring?"

Donovan grins. "We'd love to, future son-in-law. But before that, is there any more surprises we have to be prepared for?"

Danny's thoughts drift to what Fitz told him as he fiddles with the black box in his hands.

"There is just one more surprise, but you can't say anything."

X

"Hi." He says, entering the bedroom to see Oliva sitting on the bed, curled up in her white robe watching the news. "How are you?" He asks, kicking off his shoes and making his way over to the bed, sitting on the edge of it. "Are you feeling okay?"

"Hi." She smiles, moving over to him, pressing a kiss upon his lips as she moves go sit in his lap; his arms immediately wrapping around her. "I'm feeling good, how are you?"

"I'm good." He smiles. "I couldn't find you anywhere around the house, so I figured I'd come to the place you like to spend most of your time."

"Smart man." She chuckles, resting her head upon his shoulder. "My father came here."

The admittance takes him by surprise.

"What?' His brows furrow, disbelief prevalent in his voice. "Your father? Eli? Was here? How the hell did he know where we were?"

"He used B613." She heaves a heavy sigh. "I couldn't believe it either."

"What did he say? Are you okay? Did he try to-?"

"No." She places a hand on his back, rubbing slowly in circles to relax him. "He wanted to apologize for the way he treated me . . . for prioritizing Jake over his own flesh and blood."

"And what happened?"

"He can't just waltz to Vermont and think that a word is going to make up for everything I endured." She chuckles. "That's not how my life works anymore. I worked hard to get to where I am and I don't plan on ruining that for one man, so, I told him that it would be our last time seeing each other."

He can't help but smile. Her growth has been a journey worth watching and he's proud to see her stand on her own two feet again without using anything or anyone as a crutch.

"I'm proud of you, Livvie." He presses a kiss to her temple, rubbing her side. "You've always stood up to him in some fashion, but this time you really put your foot down and stopped enabling his behavior. And I know you have to feel a way because regardless, he's still your father, but you did what was best for you. There were no outside sources, no one whispering in your ear, just you and your gut. Which is always how it should be."

She smiles brightly, placing her free hand upon his face. It feels good to know that those closest to her can see her growth because it hasn't been an easy road for her. It's been a road filled with potholes, cracks and roadblocks but she's finally at that place where she feels how she wanted to feel.

Free.

"Do you always know what to say because you're a good man? Or are you just a really good politician?"

He snickers, pressing another kiss to her temple. "I think it's a little bit of both. You did give me the tools in my political arsenal to use as I see fit, remember?"

"Looks like I've created a monster." She laughs, as does he, leaning in and resting her forehead on his chin. "I can't believe our vacation is over already."

"It doesn't have to be. We can stay here for a little while longer. There's no rush to get back to D.C. now that I'm no longer president."

The idea entices her. "And we can do whatever we want."

"We can, but that also means that you can do whatever you want." He smiles against her forehead. "For it's only the beginning, baby."

It's true. This is the restart to a hectic life she's been waiting for. There are no ceilings to her growth or hopes or dreams. Not anymore. No longer chained to any hinderances keeping her back from reaching her true potential. She's found her light. Not only within the people she loves the most, but more importantly . . . herself.

"I love you, Fitz." She smiles. "Had we not crossed that line; we wouldn't be sitting here today. I am . . . grateful for every moment we have shared no matter bad or good because I learned a lot about you and a lot about myself. I am fulfilled with our journey both separate and together and I can't wait to see where life takes us next." She readjusts herself on his lap so she could gaze into his ocean blues, combing a hand through his thick curls. "I wouldn't do anything different."

He can't stop himself from smiling. This is more than anything he could ever ask for. The candidness, the honesty, the passion. He can feel all of that when he listens to her speak.

"No regrets?" He inquires, moving a loose strand of hair from her face.

A soft chuckle passes through her lips. "None. There's also something else that I don't regret."

"Really? And what's that beautiful?"

"I'm-"

The sound of a knock on their door attracts their attention before she can even utter the two words he would love to hear.

"Going to answer that." She chuckles, sliding off his laps and making her way to the door, opening it to see her mother standing on the other side. "Mom? What are you-? Hi."

"Hi, baby." She pulls her into a welcoming hug. "Danny called me here."

"He did? Why?"

"You'll see when the time comes. I don't want to ruin it for him." She chuckles, attention shifting to Fitz who makes his way over to greet her with a hug. "How are you, Fitz? Taking care of my Livvie?"

"I am." He smiles. "I'm glad you're here. Does that mean your husband is with you too?"

"He is." She scoffs. "Watching some football game with Marcus, David and Danny."

"That is right." Olivia murmurs. "It's football night." She turns her attention to Fitz. "Do we have popcorn here?"

"It's in the cabinet above the fridge." He smiles.

"Before you two go join, I was wondering if I could have quick one on one with Mr. Grant." She raises a brow. "Is that okay, Livvie?"

Olivia glances over at Fitz who smiles back at her.

"That's okay with me." She chuckles. "Just don't grill him too hard." She reaches over pinching his cheek before leaving the room as Maya enters, closing the door behind her.

"Is everything okay?" He asks, voice wavering a bit due to his nerves running amok.

"Everything is wonderful." She smiles, placing a hand on his shoulder, feeling him relax instantly. "I just wanted you to know that you have my blessing if you plan to propose to my daughter tonight." His jaw drops, agape with incredulity. "There isn't a man on this earth who loves her as much as you do."

"Wow, I wasn't expecting - you don't need to hear about how I feel about her?"

"Chile, no. Your actions have proven that to me. And I know there have been times where they've gotten you into some trouble, but I can see why you did certain things and reacted certain ways." She chuckles. "The only person that you have to explain your feelings to is Olivia Pope because she's who you're proving yourself to . . . not me."

He nods imperceptibly, opening his arms for a hug in which she gladly accepts.

"Thank you for allowing me to love your daughter." He murmurs, tears welling in his eyes. "And I know you told me you didn't need to hear why, but just know that she's my better half. The love I have for her I wouldn't trade it for the world. Without her, I am just a mere man who did an okay job at being president until my last term where I realized I needed to change. She was there from the beginning as a beacon of hope and although we strayed away, she never stopped being that for me. She is the reason I was put on this earth and she will be the reason behind my smiles. So, thank you, Maya, for giving birth to someone so extraordinary."

"Imagine me doing the opposite." She laughs, as does he. "Do you have a ring?"

"I do." He nods, making his way over to his nightstand, opening the drawer and pulling out a little black box. "It's a very special one and I hope she likes it." He holds out the box to her.

She smiles, taking the box. "I know she will."

X

Dressed in a tailored, salmon Alexander McQueen wool-blend jacket and matching trousers with a pair of grey Jimmy Choo Penn suede and leather derby shoes topped off with his sleek, side-parted wavy hair, diamond earrings, a diamond ring on his right hand and a diamond necklace all from Tiffany and Co, Ryan checks himself out in the mirror, making sure he looks good for this impromptu date Danny supposedly has planned.

His phone dings, attracting his attention and without hesitation, he makes his way over to the bed and unlocks it. It's a message from Danny telling him to come outside to the front of the house because he has a surprise for him. With a smile upon his face, shaking his head, he responds with a blue heart emoji and the words okay, love before tossing his phone onto the bed. He rushes to the mirror, doing one more quick check before making his way to the door.

As soon as he opens it, he's startled by Fitz standing on the other side looking dapper in an all-black Prada single-breasted nylon-gabardine suit with a pair of spazzalato-leather penny loafers from the same designer and a smile plastered on his face.

"I'm sorry for scaring you." He chuckles, placing a hand upon Ryan's shoulder. "You okay? You look nice. Where are you off to?"

"Startled?!" He exhales heavily, a hand clutching his chest. "You almost gave me a heart attack." He chuckles. "But thank you, so do you. I'm meeting Danny in the front for some surprise. What about you?"

Fitz grins. "Thank you. And I'm going to surprise your sister."

"Huh." He folds his arms across his chest. "Your surprise wouldn't have anything to do with Danny's surprise, would it?"

"No. Of course not." He smiles, although he knows all too well of Danny's surprise. "I have no clue about what Danny has planned for you. I mean, we're friends but he doesn't tell me everything."

"So, you say." He chuckles, patting Fitz on the shoulder as he makes way to the front. "I'm onto you, Fitzgerald and whatever you have planned for my sister, make sure it's everything she could have ever imagined!"

Fitz laugh echoes in the distance. "Will do!"

With a soft chuckle, Ryan heaves a heavy sigh as he makes his way through the quiet living room. His nerves begin to get the best of him the closer he gets to the door, not knowing what to expect from Danny. He's never felt this way before and he can tell just by the hairs standing up on his arms and neck that this will be something worth everything.

Peeking through the glass doors, he sees Danny standing tall, hands tucked in his pockets dressed in an all-white Balmain satin-collar single-breasted velvet blazer with matching satin trousers and a pair of Mike suede ankle boots from the same designer topped off with a Tiffany CT60 3-Hand 34mm watch from Tiffany and Co. Whatever he has planned, he looks confident.

Ryan doesn't know how to take this and is unable to hear is own thoughts over his palpitating heart. What is he doing? Why does the sight of him feel different from any other time? Why the hell didn't he go outside yet? All thoughts coursing through Ryan's mind as he builds himself up, finally ready to see what the man has in store for him.

With the clearing of his throat, he exhales sharply and opens the door, exiting the house and slowly making his way to Danny. Each step he takes, his heart beats harder, faster, louder, but when he gets close enough to see gratifying look upon Danny's face, he can't help but to smile as he approaches him.

"Hey there, handsome." He places a hand upon Danny's face, pressing a kiss upon his lips. "How are you?"

"Even better now." He smiles against Ryan's lips, hands moving to his hips. "You look . . . amazing."

A faint blush rushes to Ryan's cheeks. "Says you." He tucks his lip between his teeth. "Is this your surprise? Because I must admit, I was expecting much more from you."

Danny chuckles. "Well, let me not waste anymore time." He reaches into his blazer pocket, pulling out the little black box with Ryan's initials engraved on it causing tears to well in Ryan's eyes; a rush of emotions attacking him all at once. "Do you love me as much as you say you do?"

"Danny . . ." He murmurs, lips quivering, folding his arms across his chest. "What are you-?"

"Do you . . . love me . . . as much as you say you do?" He asks again, voice unwavering, gaze unyielding.

Wiping the tears from his eyes before they can fall, Ryan nods his head affirmatively.

"I love you more than I have ever loved anyone." He says, voice wavering as chills flow down his spine. "You know this."

"I do." He bends down on one knee, opening the ring box and holding it up towards Ryan. "Which is why I want you to do the honors of making me the happiest man on this earth because every day I've spent with you has been more than I could ever imagine. You took me by surprise when you first arrived at the White House and you haven't stopped." He chuckles, as does Ryan. "You have been a focal point of happiness since you agreed to accompany me to the White House as our first date and from that point on, I knew you were the man I wanted to be with." He clears his throat, trying to stop himself from crying as tears well in his eyes. "You are the most, magical, unstoppable, human, charismatic, funny, handsomely beautiful and realest man I have ever encountered, and I love you with all my heart."

Ryan sniffles, wiping his eyes. "I love you, too. But, if you want me to marry you, you have to ask me." He chuckles. "Although, what you said was beautiful and I couldn't be happier."

"Shit, you're right." He snickers, tears flowing down his cheeks as he removes the ring from the box. "Ryan Oliver Pope, would you make this the happiest moment of my life and marry the hell out of me?"

Leaning down, cupping Danny's face in his hands, thumbs gently wiping the tears from his eyes, Ryan presses a passionate kiss upon his lips.

"I would absolutely love to marry you."

With a beatific smile upon his face, Danny kisses Ryan once more, eagerly, slowly moving to his feet as he removes the ring from the box. His heart is overwhelmed with exuberance, torn between belief and disbelief that he got the guy. Taking Ryan's left hand in his own, he slides the ring onto his finger, gazing into his brown hues.

"I love you, Ryan Lewis."

"I love you, too, Danny Ford."

With an ebullient laugh, Danny wraps Ryan in his arms who shrieks from excitement, peppering his face in kisses whilst spinning him around.

He said yes.

X

Having witnessed Ryan and Danny's moment from across the land to allow them the space and respect they deserve; the others cheer happily. With tears in their eyes, Abby, Cyrus and Huck quickly wipe them as they make their way over to the newly engaged couple, however, before Olivia can walk, Fitz grabs her hand and leads her in the opposite direction.

She's taken aback by the sudden action, but she doesn't put up a fight and instead, wraps her arms tightly around his waist. She's curious to know where he's leading them and why now, but she doesn't question him not wanting to ruin the subtle beauty of the moment. With a smile upon her face, she lifts her head, fixating her gaze upon his.

"I can't believe they got married."

He chuckles. "That's harsh."

She playfully smacks his chest. "Not like that!" She laughs. "I mean I can't believe they got married here. It was something I never saw coming."

"I knew the entire time." He laughs, pressing a kiss upon her lips. "He told me he was doing it the day you and Ryan caught us playing football."

"And you didn't tell me?"

"I didn't. If I would've told you then there would've been a possibility that you would've mention it to Ryan." He chuckles. "I know how you two get when you get around one another. Nothing is off limits."

"That's true." She snickers. "I would've been too excited."

"Exactly my point." He chuckles. "They deserve it. I've never seen two people so fitting for each other . . . besides us of course."

"Yeah." She chuckles in agreement. "We're kind of the pioneers of this love shit, aren't we?"

He smiles. "That we are, beautiful."

And beautiful she is. Dressed in a black Mary Katrantzou Millais celestial-jacquard frill-sleeve dress with a pair of Gianvito Rossi Manhattan 70 patent-leather stiletto sandals topped of with her now straightened, sleek, dark hair parted perfectly down the middle and a shimmering diamond choker with a matching bracelet from Tiffany and Co.

"Always flattering me, Mr. Grant." She smiles warmly, her cheeks flushed from his compliment. It still makes her weak every time he complements her. "So, can I ask where we're going? We've been walking for some time now and if you were trying to get away from the others, I think you successfully did that."

He chuckles at her words, pulling her even closer to him, thumb caressing her side as he leads them to an overgrown willow tree on the opposite side of the land. He's never shown anyone this and he wants her to be the first. Not only that, he's hoping this will be the moment Olivia Pope will become someone more than just his girlfriend.

"I just wanted to show you this tree." He smiles. "It's a willow tree that's been growing here for decades now."

"What's so special about it?" She asks, gaze wandering over the tree. It's beautiful. "Sorry if that sounded harsh."

"It didn't." He assures, removing himself from her as he walks to stand underneath it while she watches with her now folded arms. "This tree has a maximum lifespan of seventy-five years but according to history, this tree has been here for over a hundred years and counting. It's overgrown, but it looks just as beautiful now as it did back then." He smiles, placing his hand upon the tree before turning to face her. "I fell in love with this tree . . . and this tree reminds me of you."

Her gaze narrows. "Are calling me old, Fitzgerald?" She teases, a soft chuckle passing through her lips.

"Not in the slightest." He smiles. "Has nothing to do with age and everything to do with how beautiful you are. How no matter how bad or good the circumstance, you continue to grow. You've broken every single mold that society has placed on women and you're still standing and that is one of the things I love about you most." He smiles, making his way back over to her. "You're not like everyone else and I don't expect you to be. Same as this tree."

"Where are you going with this, Fitz?" She raises a brow, inhaling sharply as her heart begins to beat rapidly. "Why are we here?"

"Because I love you." He says, voice unwavering. "Because every single day I wake up . . . I never expect you to still be in love with me and yet here you are. Because this past year, with us going through what we were separately . . . I have learned only one thing: that I cannot exist without you. That I cannot breathe without you. That the man I am without you is I'm nothing. I don't care how good of a president I turned out to be or how my work will continue once I'm gone or my place in history . . . all I care about is making you happy. And yes, I know that has brought on a lot of pain and heartache amongst us because of the foolish decisions I made because I didn't listen, but at the end of it all . . . you're all I care about, Liv. I did my part, I gave myself to this nation, but now all I want to do is give myself to you." He pulls out a small gold box from his pocket, bending down on one knee.

"Fitz . . ." She murmurs, tears welling in her eyes. This isn't something she expected. She never even thought she was worthy of such a gesture of love but here is the love of her life down on one knee. "What is this?"

"This is me taking a chance." He opens the box, revealing the ring that shines bright under the stars in which she can't help but to examine. "It's very old, rare, one of a kind. It even has a name: Doux Bébé. It was my great grandmothers. Her father bought it from auction in Paris. She wore it at her Debutante Ball. And at the time, I was supposed to give it to Mellie, but I didn't. It just – it didn't feel right, so I kept it and now I know why." He gives a small smile, watching as the emotions begin to take over her. "It's because I'm supposed to give it to you."

She swallows hard, hands trembling under her arms as her eyes move from the ring to his ocean blues back to the ring.

"Doux Bébé. That's its name?" She asks, voice wavering, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"You can call it whatever you want. In English Doux Bébé means sweet baby, so." He chuckles lightly.

"You want me to call a ring sweet baby?" She chuckles, dropping her arms to her sides, gaze fixated upon his.

"I just want you to be happy . . . I want to be a reason that you're happy." He heaves a soft yet wavering sigh. "So, marry me, Olivia Carolyn Pope. Will you?"

She takes a moment to think about it. This was never supposed to be in the cards for her. Not him, not her pregnancy, not her love for him but here she is. No armor, no wall to keep the light at bay. Just him. And when she gazes into his ocean blues welling with tears, she can see herself with him for years and years to come. Not only is this him taking a chance, it's her too and in this very moment, with just the two of them alone, she is the happiest she's ever been.

"Yes." She nods imperceptibly. "I will marry you."

Moving to his feet with haste, completely and utterly shocked that she said yes, he cups her face in his hands and kisses her with feverish passion as his tears roll down his cheeks. While doing so he removes his hands and removes the ring from the box with a beatific smile upon his face. Taking Olivia's left hand in his own, he slides the ring onto her finger, gazing into her brown orbs.

"I love you with my entire heart, Olivia Pope." He murmurs against her lips, feeling her hands cup his face. "Thank you for making me the happiest man I could ever be."

"No." She tips her head back a bit, gaze fixated on his. "Thank you for making me the happiest woman I could ever be." She says, a grin spread upon her face. "And I love you, too."

Wasting no time, he wraps her tightly in his arms and lifts her off the ground, kissing her deeply keeping his eyes on hers.

She said yes. And he can't believe it.

X

Back at the house, the group collectively celebrates both Ryan and Olivia's engagements with a bottle of overpriced champagne, dramatic laughter and tons of inaudible words from Abby, Cyrus and Huck as they're still going through the motions of Ryan's surprise and now Olivia's. It's a moment no one saw coming: a double engagement on their last night in Vermont.

"So, now that both of you are engaged, what's the next step?" Marcus asks, pointing at Danny first. "Starting with you. Go."

Danny chuckles. "One word and one word only. Vacation."

"Fitz?" Cyrus asks, heaving a heavy sigh as he finally calms himself. "What about you?"

Fitz smiles, taking a small sip of champagne. "I think Liv and I are going to stay here in Vermont for a while. Take some much-needed time off."

"Nice. You could use some time off." Huck says with a chuckle. "What will you do when you come back, Liv? Run another campaign? Go back to QPA? Work with Fitz and the others at the foundation?"

"I honestly haven't decided." She smiles, resting her head on Fitz's shoulder. "There's so many possibilities. I might try something different."

"Different could be good." Abby assures with a smile. "What about you, Ryan?"

Ryan smiles, folding his arms across his chest. "I'll be taking some time off to spend with Danny so that I can actually enjoy my engagement. No distractions."

"Where to?" Fitz asks, raising a brow. "Anywhere in particular?"

"Somewhere hot." Danny answers in laughter, causing everyone else to laugh. "I have some ideas in mind, but I'm keeping it a surprise."

"Surprises are a lot of fun." Quinn says with a smile.

Olivia chuckles. "I think that's something we all can agree on."

"I know you of all people didn't just say that." Maya says, walking over to Olivia. "You never liked surprises, Livvie." She laughs.

Everyone snickers.

"Hey!" She exclaims in laughter. "I'm warming up to them!"

Ryan nods in agreement. "It's true."

"Well, I'll let you have this one." Maya chuckles. "But, would it be okay if I speak to you and Ryan in private?"

"Yeah. That's fine with me." Olivia nods. "Ry?" She turns her attention to him.

"Yeah." He smiles, pressing a kiss upon Danny's lips before making his way to the backyard with Olivia and Maya following suit.

Once outside, Maya closes the door behind her and immediately pulling Olivia and Ryan into a hug.

"I am so proud of you two." She says, sincerity prevalent in her voice. "My babies have come so far but remember this is only the beginning." Her gaze drifts from Ryan to Olivia. "Cherish every moment you have with them because you never know what tomorrow may hold."

"We will." Olivia says with a smile.

"Of course, we will." Ryan says in agreement.

Maya smiles, tears welling in her eyes. This moment is everything she could ask for.

"I'm so happy I was able to experience this moment with you two. You have no idea how happy this makes me. The two of you got engaged at the same damn time. That's something you don't see every day and it's sure as hell something I didn't expect, especially for you, Olivia."

Olivia's brows furrow as Ryan turns his attention to her.

"And I don't mean that in a disrespectful way." Maya assures, chuckling softly. "You were never the type to want this life. Not this soon that is, but to see you here, taking a chance because it makes you happy is all I ever wanted for you." She smiles, as does Ryan and Olivia. The latter having tears welling in her eyes. "The best parts of you are finally coming to the surface and no matter what that bastard Eli told you . . . just know that I always wanted you to be the best version of you no matter the missteps you make, no matter the choices you make. And, I love you very much." She quickly wipes the tears from her eyes. "Both of you." Her gaze drifts to Ryan then back to Olivia.

"We love you, too, mom." Olivia and Ryan say simultaneously, pulling Maya in for another tight hug.

Who would've thought that Olivia would've found her real family at the end of all this? It's kind of surreal. Everything she prided herself against because of time or circumstance has all come full circle to this moment and she's extremely proud of herself.

"Now . . ." Maya sniffles, chuckling afterwards. "Show me the rings. Mama needs to see if my babies are getting what they deserve."

Both Olivia and Ryan chuckle, wiping their eyes before holding out their left hands in which Maya takes them into both of her own.

On Olivia's hand, she's wearing a gold, diamond encrusted Infinity Ring. It's beautiful and the way it shines let's her know that Fitz took his time to make sure this ring was made for her. The shape of the ring itself makes her feel that Olivia and Fitz's love will be forever. No matter what happens.

On Ryan's hand, he's wearing a platinum, Radiant Cut Diamond Eternity Ring. Just like Olivia's it's beautiful and it lets her know that Danny wants to do nothing more than take care of him. And love him no matter what. It was made for him and she can tell that their love knows no bounds.

"They're beautiful. Perfect." She nods imperceptibly, a delighted smile upon her face, tears rolling down her cheeks. "Just promise me something."

"Anything." Ryan says, wiping his eyes, wrapping his free arm around Olivia's arms as she nods in agreement.

"Promise me that no matter how deep you get into your respective relationships that you'll always remain true to who you are."

Ryan smiles. "You know you don't have to worry about that. I promise."

Olivia chuckles. "I promise, too. I love who I am now. I don't want to hide that."

"Good." Maya grins brightly. "And one more thing."

"What is it?" Ryan's brows furrow.

"Anything, mom." Olivia says with a smile.

Maya chuckles, cupping Olivia's face in her hands. "I know this glow anywhere, so what are you waiting for? Tell that man you're pregnant."

X

He walks with long, decisive steps through the halls of the house, making his way to the bedroom with haste. He received what appeared to be an emergency text message from Olivia that stated she needed to talk to him alone and that she'll be waiting in the bedroom.

He isn't sure of what it could be seeing as everything between them has been nothing but paradise, so he's indeed nervous. Clenching his jaw, he exhales heavily as he reaches the door, but he doesn't go in. Not yet. He's on pins and needles, curiosity piquing, hands trembling, but whatever it is . . . now is the time to find out.

Entering the room, he closes the door behind him, his gaze fixated upon Olivia who sits on the edge of the bed, legs crossed, arms folded in her lap. She can see the worry upon his face, so to alleviate that, she flashes her bright smile to let him know that this isn't anything bad.

This still doesn't help him, but it's nice to see her smile.

"Are you okay?" He asks, walking over to her. "Your message seemed urgent."

"Because it is urgent." She chuckles. "But it's nothing . . . or I hope it's nothing bad when I tell you."

He folds his arms across his chest. "What is it? Anymore suspense and my heart's going to burst out of my chest."

She chuckles, moving to her feet. She gazes into his ocean blues, placing a hand upon his face feeling the tension leave his body from her touch.

"I love you more than life itself. That's been proven time and time again regardless of how I went about it." She smiles. "It was always you. All roads lead to you." She jabs a finger at him, thumb caressing his cheek. "So, what I'm about to tell you isn't something that will hurt either of us. What I'm about to tell you calls for celebration." She removes herself from his orbit and makes way over to her nightstand. Opening the drawer, she pulls out a somewhat long black box and walks back over to him, holding it out to him. "Let this alleviate the stress you felt when you received my text message."

With his eyes locked on hers, he tries to find some sense of doubt, something wavering inside of her, but he can't and although that pleases him like never before, he still doesn't know what this can be about. With a small smile, he takes the box from her, watching as she folds her arms across her chest. She's impossible to read at the moment which is always something that both intrigued and frightened him, but he's trusting her words.

With a sharp exhale, he opens the box and inside lies a pregnancy test. His eyes begin to well with tears as he takes it from the box, quickly wiping the tears from his eyes so that he can properly read it. His emotions begin to run amok, his heart palpitating so loud that nothing else can be heard. This is something he's always wanted and never would've thought she was ready for. In retrospect, he knows she would've run and perhaps even done something that would hurt them both in the longer run, but here she is standing in her truth.

His teary gaze returns to hers and all she does is smile. She doesn't move, she doesn't speak, she doesn't even cry because like she said; it's a celebration. A celebration of the life they created together, of the life that's growing inside of her. He now sees that they're in this together and he hopes that this bundle of joy will bring them more happiness as they start their journey with a fresh start. With a nod of his head, he places the test back in the box and holds it close to his heart to show her how much this really means to him. And before he can utter a word, she says two that will change their lives forever.

"I'm pregnant."