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Chapter 3: At Your Best You Are Love

But at your best you are love

You're a positive motivating force within my life

Should you ever feel the need to wonder why

Let me know, let me know. . .

Aaliyah : At Your Best (You Are Love)

As snow covered the ground outside, the two lovers snuggled under the covers in Olivia's hotel room. Music played in the background but neither paid attention to it. In one two days, Fitz was going to be President of America. Everything was changing.

His head was resting on Olivia's bare chest while his arms were wrapped around her midsection. Olivia's back was propped up against a mountain of pillows. Lightly, her fingers threaded through his dark waves, occasionally massaging his scalp.

"What are you thinking about," Olivia questioned, peering down at him. It was evident something was bothering him.

"My mom," he answered honestly, receiving a nod.

Olivia knew how close Fitz had been with his mother. It was safe to say he had been a momma's boy. Growing up he had two older sisters and was the only boy. His mother had always been his rock and losing her a back in 2002 to ALS nearly crushed him. She was the first person who believed he had a shot at becoming president one day. Fitz hated she wouldn't be there to share that moment with him.

"You miss her," Olivia stated. Tuesday would be one of the biggest days of his life. Of course he'd want his mother.

"I do," he said sitting upright so that he was facing her.

"My mother, she would have adored you," he stated, with a small smile.

"Really now," she asked.

"Yes, I'm certain of it. You know my father is rather fond of you," he answered honestly.

Every encounter Olivia had with Fitz's father, he always expressed how he taken by her beauty, intelligence and loyalty to his son. He even joked in he were a younger man he'd be after her.

"She never approved of my marriage with Mellie. She liked Mellie, just not as my wife. She always said I needed someone softer, more organic, and more loving. Someone like you," he spoke as her gingerly brushed a hair away from her face, making her blush ever so lightly. "I see a lot of her in you," he said.

"In what manner?"

"Your loyalty and compassion. The dedication you have for all that you do. Your intelligence and your excellent judgment of character," he answered truthfully.

"Your mother sounds like she was an amazing woman," she said kindly with Fitz nodding in agreement.

"I can't believe I'm about to tell you this, but you have to swear to me you'll never tell anyone else this," he said seriously.

"I promise. You aren't going to tell me you were secretly in love with you mother are you," Olivia teased. She wrapped the sheet around her, missing the warmth of Fitz.

"No, I wasn't secretly in love with my mother! What kind of freak do you mistake me for," he retorted with a laugh.

"Hey, no judgment. Everyone has skeletons right," she said with a twinkle in her eye.

"Very funny. In all seriousness, I was going to tell you I miss talking to my mom. We used to have daily talks," he confessed.

"There's nothing wrong with that. I talk to my mommy every day, and yes I did just say mommy," Olivia shared.

"Well now I don't feel as bad," he teased.

"You're still a momma's boy," Liv said.

"Never said I wasn't," he laughed. "I still can't believe you, the Great Olivia Pope talks to her mommyevery day. How do you find the time," he asked. It seemed she was always going. A true workaholic.

"I always have time for my mom. Even if it's only thirty seconds to say hello and I love you. It's been the two of us, since my dad died. She's my everything," she confessed, her eyes a little glossy.

"I'm sorry about your dad, Livi," he said sincerely, taking her much smaller hand into his own.

"Thank you, but it's fine. It's been a while. I've come to terms with it. He died a hero. Took a bullet for a pregnant woman during a robbery at the grocery store one evening when I was twelve," she shared with him.

"I can't even imagine," Fitz said squeezing her hand lightly. He missed his mother dearly, but he couldn't imagine losing her at such a young age.

"It was a big...adjustment but I taught me something. No matter what happens to me, I'm a fighter, I'm a gladiator that can handle any obstacle," she said confidently despite the tears in her eyes. "You know, I've never told anyone that before. I feel like a share anything with you, tell you any and everything, and you'll still like me," she confessed, her voice timid and shy. Here she was, baring herself to him without a second thought. "And I have one more thing to tell you. Just because you're mother won't be there physically on Tuesday, it doesn't mean that she won't be with you in spirit. You were her little boy and with all my heart, I know she would have been the overjoyed because of all you've accomplished," she said, providing words of comfort.

Fitz stared at her intently, utterly amazed. She had been on the verge of tears, yet she still found a way to comfort him. He leaned forward, cupping her face in his hands and placed a gentle kiss upon her lips. This kiss was slow, steady and sensual. It was promise. One that he would always love her. It was a thank you. For sharing with him what she'd never told another.

As the two broke apart, Fitz pressed his forehead against Olivia's.

"Thank you, thank you for sharing with me, for comforting me," whispered Fitz. He then wrapped his arms around her slender body and held her against him. He maneuvered them so that his back against the pillows and his chest was where Olivia's head rest. Her hand rested his heart while the two laid wrapped up in one another. There in his arms, Olivia felt safe and secure.

"Fitz," Olivia began hesitantly, "why do you love me?"

"Well for starters have you looked in the mirror; you're absolutely breathtaking," Fitz looked down at her, his grey eyes shining. "You're confident, intelligent, compassionate, a true force of nature. You keep me line, yet every moment I share with you, I feel like a little boy about to kiss his crush on the playground. Every time I touch you, every time I kiss you, every time I'm with you, I feel alive. I know you would do anything for me, give anything for me. I trust you, Livi. Your intentions - your heart, you have the biggest heart I know- both are pure. You only want what's best for me. I can't imagine my world without you in it. You're all I ever wanted yet never knew I needed. And if you ever forget or need affirmation, let me know. I'll never get tired of telling you," he said wholeheartedly.

With those words, whatever insecurities or doubts Olivia had vanished. At their worst, at their best, they were Liv and Fitz. Together they created greatness. It didn't matter if what they had was morally wrong because in her heart, in her soul she knew it was right. They were love.

Olivia took the hand that was over his heart and placed it in his, threading their fingers together. She tilted her head so that her rich brown eyes collided with his deep grey ones and then said the only words that she could possibly muster in that moment.

"I love you too, Fitz."