Hang In There
She wanted nothing to do with him and yet here she was. On her knees down in front of the toilet. She cursed under her breath. She had said she wanted nothing to do with him.
A/N: I had a dream about this last night and seriously couldn't get it off mind! I am quite new to the scandal universe but I love Olitz too much...maybe for my own good!
I do hope you enjoy and thank you so much for reading!
I don't own anything except my overstimulated imagination!
"Come on baby" Olivia touched the boy's head gently "it's going to be a great trip, you boys are going to have such a great time" the boy sighed. He was excited about this trip. Except having to deal with Gerry. He couldn't stand the teen no matter how hard he tried. He stared out the window as the car moved. He looked up to the sky and tried to make up the shapes of the clouds. He sighed.
Here he was. Mellie was polite but she would always give him this weird looks as if something was really wrong with him. He looked up to see Hal and Tom smiling at him. He stared again. Waiting.
"Okay you are all set" his mother said handing a bag to one of the men in suit. "I'll see you when you get back" she kissed his forehead.
"Don't worry" Hal smiled at her. "We'll keep and eye on him."
Olivia nodded. She then offered the boy one last kiss " I love you"
There he was. Climbing up the stairs to the plain. Tom and Hal trialled behind him. He held on to the handles of the plane with both hands. His five year old body was a bit too uncoordinated.
The inside of the plane smelled like hot chocolate and cookies. His stomach grumbled.
Gerry was already sitting on a chair. He was plugged in listening to music. Much in his own world to even notice him. Not that he ever did.
Here he was.
Alone. Tom placed his bag up in one of the compartments and smirked at him.
He kicked the floor a bit with his small hiking boots. He seemed anxious as he heard a door in the back of the plain open.
He looked up at his eyes. They were tender and yet tired. Gerry moved his eyes, barely acknowledging him.
He felt how he was picked off the ground. He wrapped his arms around the man's neck.
"Hey there little man" Fitz brushed the boy's hair and leaned his forehead against his.
"Hi daddy" he said, it was a mere whisper. As if he was afraid to say it out loud.
There he was.
I know it's sort of short and we don't really know what's going on but there is a point! Promise!