The Things You've Done
Fitz sat at his desk in the Oval going over the latest reports of the financial plan for the country. He read through most of them already and was waiting now for Cyrus to pop in at any minute. Since the day just started, he should be there any time. Even going through the reports and thinking about the day ahead, his mind still wandered to Olivia. His Livie was always in him mind. She was going to come in later so they could strategize for the upcoming election. Fitz reminded himself to be extra careful today. To apologize for everything he said and did the night before. He wanted to take the weekend away with her, take her to Vermont and enjoy the quiet they would have. But with the way he treated her, there was no way that she would consider even being in the same room alone with him. Fitz mentally fought with himself when he woke up to have his detail go over to Liv's and bring her over to the White House just to ensure that she was still in D.C. He needed to make sure that she wasn't running even after all the things that had happened.
"Morning Mr. President," Cyrus greeted opening the door to the Oval, "finished reading?"
"Nearly. I'd like you to set up a meeting with the treasurer and the defense for tomorrow. There has to be somewhere in the world that isn't a danger to us. Can you also make sure that Liv gets here please? We have some things to go over for the campaign."
"She's headed in now; I just talked to her. Liv asked that I sit in on the meeting too. She has a few ideas that she wanted to go over with both of us."
Fitz nodded and set Cyrus on his way. Of course she would want Cyrus in on the meeting. He knew she wasn't going to let him take an inch because he'd take a mile.
After twenty minutes Cyrus came into the Oval with Liv behind him. Fitz used all the resistance he had in him to not run over to her, kiss her, and tell her he made a mistake the way he treated her the night before. Maybe if he asked Cyrus to leave?
"Cy, before we get started, I'd like a few minutes with Olivia alone, would you mind leaving us?" Fitz asked from his desk.
"No problem Sir, I'll just…"
"Actually, I'm on a tight schedule today. I only have a few minutes to spare here," Olivia pushed. "Cyrus, here's the notes. See what you both like and let me know, I need to head out."
"Olivia," Fitz started but she cut him off.
"Have a nice day, Mr. President."
Liv left the Oval, closing the door behind her and headed to her car. She wasn't actually busy, in fact she had nothing planned but getting her things together to go.
"What'd you do this time?" Cyrus asked staring at the door Olivia just walked out of.
"The word 'everything' should cover it. Last night was a disaster. She hates me already."
"Well, you did call her the help. And you've called her a mistress. Not to mention you won't do a thing about the way Mellie treats her. You've pitched a bitch when she wants to move on, ignored the things she's told you to do to ensure your presidency is successful. Let's not forget about the whole closet scene. Your trip to Vermont. She's getting tired. I don't blame her. There's mixed signals going around in that relationship and it's confusing, even from the outside. Apologize for whatever you did last night and then pray that she doesn't leave. Beg her to stay if you have to. I can tell you one thing for sure: without her, you'll lose."
Fitz knew he needed Liv. If he wanted to stay President, he would have to get her back. "Well, aren't you just filled with support for this relationship today? What changed your mind?"
"My husband is dead. I have a daughter to raise. I can't do this on my own. I will need her godparents to help me. I also need your head in the game."
Fitz pulled out the cell phone he had that he used to call her all the time. He put her phone number in and called, immediately getting the voicemail.
"Livie, come back to the White House and we can talk or just call me back and I'll come to you. We really need to discuss this before our situation gets worse. Let's talk and get this figured out so we can move on to our life please. Vermont can't happen if we aren't in this together." He hung up and kept the glance from Cyrus away from his eyes. "We have a plan including Vermont. We want to live up there with our kids and be happy making jam. Is that really so much to ask for?"
"Not really, but as a President, your life will never be that simple."