|Alternate Elevator Scene
Author: amaryllis214 PM
I was disappointed about how the elevator scene on the campaign trail ended, so I wrote an alternate ending. Hope you enjoy! Please review.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Fitzgerald G./Fitz & Olivia P. - Chapters: 13 - Words: 27,928 - Reviews: 151 - Favs: 58 - Follows: 61 - Updated: 09-26-12 - Published: 05-25-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8149132
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Fitz was gently rubbing her stomach in soothing motions when he said, "We didn't use protection when we made love, Liv. Even now, you could be pregnant with my child," he said, seemingly delighted with the idea.
Olivia was not. No, they hadn't used protection and she wasn't on the pill either. She hadn't slept with anyone in years so she didn't think she needed to be on it. And when he cornered her in that elevator, it didn't occur to her that she would be sleeping with him. If she was honest with herself, in the heat of their passion, it hadn't even crossed her mind to think about birth control.
Now, she was freaking out. She started to count backwards in her head and knew that it was still too soon to tell whether or not she was pregnant. As panic started to overtake her, the thought of a small child with blue eyes and curly brown hair caused her breath to catch in her throat. Her hand slowly came down to rest on top of Fitz's that still covered her abdomen.
"We can't be pregnant," she told him seriously.
"But if you are?" Fitz asked. He needed to know how she would feel about this. It wasn't what he'd planned or even expected, but he would be lying if he said that the idea of Liv being pregnant with his son or daughter was an unwelcome thought. The idea of a little girl with brown eyes and Liv's smile was not something that he'd ever run away from.
"I can't think in those terms, Fitz. If I am, then we'll cross that bridge when we get there, but let's hope that I'm not," she said, half-heartedly. Now, the vision of the little boy wouldn't leave her alone.
"And why are you so calm? You should be worried about this even more than I am," she said, still stroking his hand under hers.
He stopped his hand movements and thought about it. "I honestly don't know," he said, "I suppose I should be upset or worried about it, but I'm not," he paused, looking into her eyes, "I'm not."
Fitz searched her eyes, looking for any hint that she wouldn't want this baby if it turned out that she was pregnant. He saw both fear and worry in her gaze, but not disgust or, even worse—resolve. He feared seeing resolve on her face because he knew that she would consider abortion. It was a logical option and Olivia Pope almost always tried to let herself be ruled by logic when it came to him.
"Take the test, Livy. Then we will decide together what to do from there, okay?" he asked. She said nothing, hiding her eyes from him.
"Look at me, Liv" Fitz said. This was one thing that he simply would not let go. He needed an answer.
She finally...reluctantly...lifted her eyes to his.
"Okay?" he asked again.
He hoped that she would come to him when she found out the truth. He prayed that she wouldn't make any decisions without him because it wasn't just for her to decide. It was his right as well.
But she didn't say what he'd hoped she would say.
"I can't make any promises, Fitz," she said. "This is my decision and mine alone to make," she moved away from him. If I am pregnant, I am the one who has to live with it. I am the one who would have to make the sacrifices, bear the costs, and live my life in shame if it ever got out. It's my body, Fitz, and having a baby right now is not in my plans," she finished. She hoped that he would see her side of things but judging by the shock, disbelief, and growing anger on his face, she'd hoped wrong.
"How can you say that?" Fitz asked angrily. "I have just as much right as you to—"
"We've been alone too long, Fitz," Liv said, cutting him off. "I've got to go. You need to let me go," she finished.
Fitz was livid but it didn't stop him from thinking that her words left him feeling as if she didn't just mean 'let her go' in the physical sense. He wouldn't tell a soul that Liv was pregnant if it turned out that she was. The one person in the world who knew all of his secrets was Cyrus, but he wasn't sure yet if he could trust him with this.
So, no. He'd tell no one.
That is, if she'd even tell him at all.
Liv, unfortunately, had to be…creative…when trying to get a pregnancy test. She'd had to wait a couple of weeks before going to buy a test at all and those weeks were the most agonizing that she'd ever experienced. She had to watch Fitz grow colder towards her everyday, and she wished with all of her heart that she could turn back the clock and take back her words. Still, he asked after her health without fail and made sure that she had everything she needed.
But now, the time had finally come. Liv thought that enough time had passed so that she could take a test and be fairly certain of the results. And if she were any other woman, she could simply go to the store and buy one. If she were any other woman, she could buy a test without any concern about someone watching her or following her.
But she wasn't any other woman.
She was Olivia Pope. She was the campaign fixer for Governor Fitzgerald Grant. And she was currently sleeping with possibly the next President of the United States. So, yes, she had to be very creative.
The next morning, Liv woke up at 4:30 a.m. Dressing in flip flops, ripped jeans and a t-shirt, Liv pulled her hair up in a ponytail. She put on a Chicago Bears baseball cap to cover her hair. Then, she grabbed a very loud, bright orange handbag that her cousin had given her a few years ago as a gag gift on her birthday, with the full knowledge that Olivia would never be caught in public with such a bag on her person.
Well, today, she was doing exactly that. Liv was trying to be inconspicuous and was fairly sure that anyone who knew her wouldn't recognize her at first glance. Leaving out the front door of the hotel, she began walking towards the downtown area. She would've went out the back door of their hotel, but she knew for a fact that several reporters were staked out at that entrance, with the hope of catching someone that would provide them a juicy, scandalous story. And a pregnant campaign fixer was a juicy, scandalous story.
The best way to sneak out of a building was to act casual and unassuming as you walked right out of the front door. Liv got on the bus, and then she took a cab. Two hours later, she finally ended up at the drugstore downtown. She'd gotten breakfast and shopped a little before she went to the drugstore. Liv took money out of an ATM several days ago, so she was grateful that there wouldn't be a credit slip to tie her to the places she'd gone on the off-chance that her presence could come back and bite her in the butt in the future.
Liv picked up toiletries as well as four different pregnancy tests. Going to the self-checkout, Liv bought all of the items and placed the bags with her other purchases. She made her way back to her room in the hotel right as people began to make their way downstairs for breakfast. Liv released a breath she didn't realize she was holding when she got safely to her room without running into anyone she knew.
Liv quickly found the tests and ran to the bathroom.
Olivia made her way to Governor Grant's office. It was after hours and she was sure that no one else would be there but him. She walked through the doors and eventually made it to Fitz's secretary's desk. Taking a deep breath, she turned the knob.
Closing the door, Olivia stepped into his office. Fitz was standing behind his desk, facing the window. Liv walked over to him and stood directly behind him. He still hadn't said anything so Olivia put her arms around him and rested her cheek at about the middle of his back.
She felt Fitz relax under her cheek and she began to draw lazy circles across his stomach with her fingers. After a little while, Fitz turned in her arms and pulled away from her. The action hurt her but she knew she had hurt him, too. She'd made him believe that she was going to terminate the pregnancy if there was one; even worse, she'd made him feel like his opinion didn't matter or that he had no say in the well being of his child.
She'd been wrong.
Because it wasn't just her body anymore. She shared it with her child and that child was utterly helpless as he trusted her to keep him safe until he could use his own lungs to take in air. Until the child was born, her baby completely depended on her to eat for him. And to breathe for him.
It wasn't her body, it was their body. Any rights she had over her own body were obliterated when that pregnancy test turned blue. She couldn't simply make a decision about the baby without talking to Fitz or considering her baby. She now had others to consider first.
"Well?" Fitz asked. He looked neither hopeful nor dreadful of what she was going to say. Liv had been hoping to gauge his reaction to her news and use his facial expressions to determine what he wanted her to tell him. But his face offered her nothing and the distance between them made her chest ache.
She wanted to lie. It would be so much easier for her if she could just make this decision on her own. But as she opened up her mouth to tell him that she wasn't pregnant, she remembered something.
She loved this man.
There was no deceit in love. And as the man who owned her heart, she owed him her honesty and consideration. She owed him the truth—not only because she loved him, but because the child now growing inside of her belonged to him as well. He had a right to that child and deserved to be offered the ability to help raise him or her if he wanted to.
Yes, it would be easier and more convenient if she could make this decision alone. But Liv was never one to take the easy way out, especially if it hurt someone else—and more especially if the person who would be hurt was someone she loved.
So, she looked him in the eye and softly said, "Yes."
Fitz breathed out slowly. "And your decision?" he asked, blanking his expression. He wanted this baby and he would argue with her about it if he had to.
"I'm keeping it," she said, shoulders straightening. "And I'm sorry I made you feel that way," she finished softly.
Fitz stared at her for a moment and then closed the distance between them. Curling his arm around her waist, he brought her close to his chest and put his forehead on hers. Liv couldn't tell what he was thinking because he hadn't said anything yet. She hoped that he didn't blame her for getting pregnant, since the truth was that this baby was even more catastrophic to his career than if someone had announced their affair on CNN Live. She could just see the headlines now: "Presidential Candidate has Bastard Love Child with Campaign Fixer". They'd never get any peace.
While Olivia was lost in worry, she felt liquid touch her cheek. Reaching up, she wiped it off and realized that it came from Fitz. Her guy, Fitz Grant, was crying. She pulled back so that she could see his face and it was his expression that tore the breath from her body.
He was smiling.
Never in a million years did she think he would be happy with the news, but his tears and his smile gave her permission to be happy about the pregnancy too. Up until this moment, Olivia had been worried, afraid, sad, determined, and confused about the baby. But now that she knew he wanted this child, she let herself feel the joy of finding out that she would be a first time mother. Slowly, she began to smile.
"Mellie resented both pregnancies for the majority of the terms, so I never got the chance to be truly happy about becoming a father," Fitz said, voice breaking. "But with you—" Fitz stopped talking and suddenly lifted her up and deposited her on his desk. Then, sitting down, he brought his chair right up to her, wrapped his arms around her back and rested his head on her stomach. The gesture made the tears that were gathering in Olivia's eyes fall free. She smiled, pushing her hands through Fitz's hair as she held him to her.
They sat that way for a while, both enjoying the upcoming birth of their child. After a while, Liv tugged gently on Fitz's hair and asked, "What are we going to do?"
"I don't know," he said, lifting his head to kiss her stomach through her shirt. He then began to make his way up her torso and to her mouth. "But we're going to figure it out," he said, kissing her sweetly.
Please Review! I'm not sure where this story is going to end up, but I'm excited as we uncover more of Fitz and Liv's story together! What do you guys think is going to happen next? How do you think Liv will hide the pregnancy from the media?