This is a new complete story that I did over the Christmas Break. It's something different than I normally write. I hope you enjoy it. Happy Reading and Happy New Year!
Aww. Fuck!
My head and my body hurts. The good news is I know I am not dead. My body hurts from sleeping on this fucking couch.
Excuse my language but I like to cuss a lot.
Back to the couch. I swear I feel every damn spring. I guess I should have listened when my wife tried to talk to me about replacing it. I probably should have listened to a lot of things she said but I am a world class asshole.
My head hurts for a different reason than the couch. Last night I got drunk with my best friend which is why I am sleeping on the couch instead of being in bed with my beautiful wife. My best friend carried me home and dumped me here. I will tell you about that traitorous rat bastard later.
But back to my head. You would think it came from a hangover but no. I have just awaken from the most fucked up dream ever but quite honestly it was a very sobering dream.
Wait! I am getting ahead of myself. First thing first. The asshole with the headache and sore body is me. My name is Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III. Everyone calls me Fitz. My wife used to call me "babe" or "honey" but it's my fault she doesn't. I loved being her baby.
Again, getting ahead of myself. I am 30 years old. I just made partner at my law firm last year making me the youngest partner ever. My father wanted me to go into construction with him but I wanted to practice law. My father promptly disowned me. He told me that I would fail and he was not putting his money behind a failure.
Yeah, he wins the father of the year award. Note the sarcasm.
Anyway. I digress. I busted my ass and got accepted at George Washington University. I did my undergrad and got accepted to their law school without my father's help.
Where was my mom? Yeah I know it crossed your mind. She died when I was ten. Drunk driving asshole hit her head-on when she was coming home from work. She died instantly. I was glad she didn't suffer. But that left me and my dad. He became a drunk after her death. The driver of the car got off with a slap of the wrist. That's why I wanted to go into law. I felt like I could change the system from the inside out.
I was excited to get accepted but I knew the next three years would be hell. My best friend, Stephen, was like a brother to me. I said was because we will evidently get to why that bastard is dead to me.
Ok fast forward to the middle of my first year of law school. Stephen and I were playing a game of B-Ball with some friends. He and I were on opposite teams. I was guarding him because he's a pussy. Anyway, he was going up for a layup and we bumped into each other. His version is I fouled him hard making him fall and break his arm.
He fell because he hit a brick wall: me. He landed on his arm and yelled like a bitch.
He was in pain and being the good friend that I am, I took him to the hospital. Actually-nobody else wanted to take his ass and I kinda felt bad cause he was a pussy.
At George Washington Hospital, we sat in the ER for 3 fucking hours. I know his injury wasn't life threatening or anything but come on!
Finally we go to the back and wait some more.
In Italian, they have a saying, "Culpo di fulmine ." Translation: it means thunderbolt. Basically for us simple Americans, it means 'love at first sight.'
That's what I felt when the nurse walked in. She was gorgeous. I think I heard angels singing. She was about 5'2". I am being generous. She was and still is short. I am 6'2" so everyone is short to me. She weighed about 110 or so. She had curves in all the right places and believe me I love grabbing them.
Yes, in case you haven't figured it out, she later becomes my wife.
She had caramel mocha skin and a beautiful smile. I loved looking into her chocolate doe eyes. Before you say anything, yes she is black. In case you are wondering, I am white. If you make a race joke, I swear I will punch you in your fucking throat.
Anyway, when she entered the room, my world stood still.
Ok, time out. I need to say this. While I am a handsome and sexy guy, I didn't date or fuck a lot of girls in college. I was focused on proving my dad wrong. So I studied a lot while others partied. I satisfied my need when it arose but never dated anyone steady.
Stephen, on the other hand, was man-whore. Anything with legs and a pussy, he tried to fuck it. I know it's hard to believe because he is a pussy himself. Stephen was at GWU getting his MBA. He is some sort of Math genius so he is good with numbers.
Ok, time in, the nurse walks in and introduces herself, "Hi, my name is Olivia Pope and I will be assisting the doctor today."
She proceeds to ask the pussy about his symptoms. He tries to man-up and starts hitting on the beautiful nurse. I am boiling mad with rage because she was mine. She just didn't know it yet but she was.
After the pussy is taken to radiology, I make my move.
She was outside the door and I walked up to her, "I want to apologize for my friend. You shouldn't be hit on when trying to do your job."
She waved her, "Don't worry about it. If I had a dollar for every time a man hit on me or asked if I was his stripper instead of a real nurse, I could bypass working here and go straight to medical school."
See, right there, she had ambitious. She had a dream and a goal. She wanted to become a doctor. Did she become a doctor? No. Why? Have I mentioned that I am an asshole.
Liv, as she liked to be called (I call her Livvie), was born to a two parent household. Both of her parents were killed on the highway during a bad snowstorm. (See, we already had something in common.) Liv was 3 and later she was raised by her grandmother. Liv was and is super smart. She wanted to be a research Doctor. She wanted to cure Alzheimer's which her grandmother later died from. Liv was 24 when we met.
She had completed Pre-med and also earned her nursing degree. She was working part-time as a nurse and taking part-time classes at GWU med school.
I pursued her heavy. She wouldn't go on a date with me at first so everyday after class, I would sit in the cafeteria of the hospital and wait until she took her lunch. I know, stalkerish, right?
She thought it was cute and eventually accepted my date.
Fast forward to a year later. We were a hot item and I loved her to death. We were completely exclusive. She helped me study and I was doing well in my classes. We weren't officially living together but she stayed at my apartment all the time because I wanted her there. She had a roommate named Abby who was her best friend. I hate that bitch. You will find out why later.
Ok, so after spending Thanksgiving break together, because neither of us had family, we decided to make it official and move in together. It would save Liv on her rent and allow her to cut back on her hospital hours. Then she would have more time for school next semester.
Oh yeah, I need to mention that pussy bitch, Stephen, was my roommate too. He was upset at first that Liv went for me and not him but he got over it. Or so I thought.
So it was just the three of us. I loved having her live with me. I liked her things mixed in with mine.
Ok, here is when life threw the curveball. It was December and the last week of school. I finished my property law final exam early and I went home. Liv was supposed to be at work but she wasn't. She was home in our bed fast asleep. She had been sick and we thought she caught something from the hospital. Notice how I said 'thought'.
I was putting up my things when I saw some discharge papers by her purse and phone on the night stand.
I remember reading the words due date. That's right, Liv was 8 weeks pregnant with my child.
I left the apartment and walked around campus collecting my thoughts. I was going to be a father. After a few hours, I made an executive decision.
I went to the mall and bought an engagement ring. I was working on a preemptive strike. I rushed home and asked Liv to marry me before she formally told me about the baby.
See I can be a nice guy. Did I ask her because she was pregnant? Yes! Does she know? No!
We were married on December 23, the day before Christmas Eve, by a Justice of the Peace.
Our daughter, Kamila Eliana Grant was born July 15. We call her Kami or Kami-cakes. In the present time, she is four. She is her mother's daughter through and through.
Ok, back to the background, after finding out about the baby, it was decided that Liv would quit school and start working as a full time nurse since I was closer to finishing my degree. After we got situated, she would go back to finish medical school.
Yeah, I let my pregnant wife be the bread winner and backbone of our family.
Now that you who I am and where I come from, let's get back to the dream I had. The best way I can describe it is, it was a mixture between "It's a wonderful life" and "A Christmas Carol."
If you have never seen "It's a wonderful life," spoiler alert: it's fucking awesome. Basically George has a bad day and this angel comes and shows him how everything would have been different if he never existed.
Then I was visited by 3 ghost. Yeah, scared the shit out of me too. Past, present and future. I will explain everything because I need to tell someone.
So sit back and buckle up. Get ready for the ride.
