"I let you go because I was afraid I couldn't give you what you needed. I wasn't sure what I needed and I have regretted it everyday since." – Anonymous.
Olivia Pope has just turned 25 years old, she had just graduated from Harvard and was now a fully fledged lawyer, minoring in communications and public relations. And today was the first time she had stepped foot in California since she had shut the door on it all those years ago. This evening was Cyrus's 50th birthday and she had no excuse but to go, he was her godfather after all. She had been living in Washington for the past 5 years but she was about to make the move back there, her fiancé Edison had just been offered a job in the state departments office, he wanted a career in politics so he couldn't knock back the offer. However, this meant Olivia and Edison had to move back to California where the offices were based. Olivia had just finished college so she was okay with moving, she hadn't put down any roots yet and she did have Cyrus and her father in California still. Unfortunately there was one downside to moving back to California, even though it had been 5 years since she had left, they had the same Governor, the one she had first got elected, Fitzgerald Grant.
Fitz had just won his second term as Governor of California as a single man, his divorce from Mellie had been finalised in his 3rd year of his governance. He had run his second campaign as a single man and won by a landslide, his governance had been drama and scandal free, and the people loved him. To the public, he was on top of the world, personally he was lonely. He had nobody; it had been 5 years since Olivia had walked out of him, taking his heart and happiness with her. He had been out on a series of dates, but nothing had gone anywhere. Now here he was celebrating Cyrus's 50th birthday, dateless, god, he needed another drink.
"Cy!" Olivia called as she walked into the foyer of the ballroom, Edison by her side.
"Liv!" He yelled back, walking over and pulling her into his arms, he hadn't seen Olivia for at least a year, since her engagement party. "You look beautiful." He said pulling back, she had a floor length white lace dress on. "Trying out wedding dresses are we?" He said holding out a hand, "Edison."
"Cyrus." Edison replied shaking his hand. "Happy Birthday."
"Oh yes, Happy Birthday old man." Olivia said laughing. "Now come on, show me off." Olivia said kissing Edison's cheek before lacing her arm in Cyrus's and entering the ballroom.
"So, he still as dull as ever?" Cyrus said chuckling.
"Cy, come on. He's my fiancé." She said, Cyrus completely disapproved of Edison and he had since she began dating him 3 years ago.
"He broke up with you 3 times, proposed and now he's supposedly the perfect man?" Cyrus said.
"I know we had our issues in the beginning, but he proposed and he's settled down." She said grabbing a glass of champagne off the waiter.
"But before that, he broke your heart 3 times. You're saying this past year he's been on his best behaviour?" Cyrus said taking a sip of his scotch.
"We fight of course, but we've been together this whole past year and he isn't stressing me to plan the wedding so it's good." She said, in all honesty, yes she was hurt when Edison had broken up with her but she wasn't heartbroken, she had only ever truly been heartbroken once in her life.
"Will you marry him?" Cyrus asked.
"I don't know, maybe." Olivia said, "He's been there for me these past few years, he's a big part of my life." She said sipping her champagne as she noticed Edison talking to Billy Chambers, well wasn't that a sight for sore eyes. "Billy's here?" she asked.
"Yeah, he's alright now. Settled down, got married." Cyrus said.
"Wow. How times have changed." She said looking around the room.
"You have no idea Liv." Cyrus replied as they began to mingle around the room.
She was gorgeous, she had always been gorgeous but she had grown up and she had changed in only the best way possible. Her hips and breasts were fuller and her waist smaller. She had grown into her body, she had accepted it and god, did she look good. Fitz couldn't believe his eyes, how in the world had he let this woman go? It was something that played on his mind every single day but now seeing her it was more present than ever. He could remember the feel of her body against his, the caress of her hand over his body, her soft tender lips. Everything about her was so perfect and that hadn't changed, she was just more perfect, something he never thought could be possible. His thoughts were interrupted when their eyes finally met across the room, her face breaking out into a massive smile. The smile she had always reserved for him, nobody else, just him.
He was gorgeous, he had always been gorgeous but dear lord, the man was aging like fine wine. She couldn't believe her eyes, she hadn't seen him in 5 whole years and the first time she did, he was in a tuxedo. It was like the man knew how to torture her, she had always loved him in a tux and she had especially loved taking him out of one. He was still extremely well built; she could tell that, she could almost physically feel his muscly arms holding her body, his taunt chest against hers as he slid in and out of her. She had to clench her legs tighter and shake off the memories as he began to walk over. Their eyes connected the whole time, it was like the whole world had disappeared and it was just them in the room. And when they were close enough to almost touch, their breaths in complete sync, they both uttered the one word they had been dying to hear from each other for 5 years.
"Hi." He said, a smile forming on his face, his baritone voice washing over her.
"Hi." She replied ever so softly, and just like that, for the first time in 5 years, they could finally breathe again.
A/N: Hello all, welcome to the sequel of il mio bambino! I hope you enjoyed this chapter and the new direction that Olitz is going in. Please please review, it would mean alot. Hope you enjoyed! :)