Hey everyone! Looks like a new story is about to begin. This idea popped in my head like today and I couldn't focus on anything but write it down. I hope you'll like it! Tell me what you think ;)

Her alarm goes off. A groan escapes her lips. She wants to hit the snooze button to get some precious extra minutes but she can't. Rolling out of her warm bed, she heads to the bathroom to splash her face with some cold water needing to be fully awake. She ties her robe tightly around her; she can feel a little chill down her spine and grips her sides more firmly. It's starting to get colder outside. She heads to the room where she knows the small body is still sleeping, oblivious to anything or anyone. She opens the door slightly – it cracks a little- and makes a mental note to get it fix. She works towards the bed where the little girl is still deeply asleep. She sits in a little spot on the edge of the bed and sweetly brushes the hair out of the little face earning the first signs of protestation.

"Lucy, Lucy honey it's time to wake up."

The little girl mumbles something she fails to understand before taking the covers above her head. At this point, Olivia knows there's only one way to wake her up, she smiles at the idea. She tickles her.

"Aunt Liv, stop please," Lucy manages to say in between laughs.

"Then little miss, you have to get up or else you're going to be late for school," she says while still tickling her enjoying their good mood.

At the mention of yet going back to school, Lucy sits on her feet and makes her best pleading face, the one that got her all favors she wanted. A look Olivia knew a little too well.

"Oh no no no no don't even think about it missy, you are getting up, get dressed, wash up so you can have your favorite breakfast," says Olivia.

"For real, real?" says Lucy excitedly.

"Yes, for real," winks Olivia.

"Waffles," the little girl screams before bursting out of the room to the bathroom leaving Olivia alone on the bed shaking her head in disbelief.

Just like her parents, give her food and sugar she'll do whatever you want, she thinks.

She makes her way to her kitchen, she puts on the counter everything she will need and pours some orange juice into a tall glass predicting what Lucy would like to drink along with her waffles. As the orange liquid fills the glass, the memory of the child's mother's weird craving begins, filling her mind, she smiles.


4 years ago

Olivia couldn't sleep that night; she was haunted by his memory. It's been a couple weeks since the break up and everything about him was still way too fresh. She had been avoiding closing her eyes for too long otherwise he would appear and god her dreams were so real it killed her. His eyes, his features, the touch of his skin, the taste of his lips, even his baritone sounded exactly like him. She had committed the ultimate mistake, she had gotten above her limits for him, she had fallen in love with him, so deeply in love it hurts. They had been together for what seemed to be years, they were engaged, then that stupid fight happened and everything shattered. Literally in a matter of seconds everything they built crumbled.

She hears footsteps and she already knows who's heading to the kitchen. Putting a brave smile on her face, she heads to the kitchen to find one of her best friends pouring herself –maybe the hundredth of the night- some orange juice. Quinn was in her 6th month and she looked so glowing yet so exhausted from yet another sleepless night. She didn't notice Olivia coming in and nearly jumped when the hard floor cracked under her weight.

"Sorry I didn't mean to wake you up," said Quinn apolitically.

"Nah, don't worry about it I wasn't asleep anyways," Olivia told her taking a wine glass and her bottle "don't look at me that way I haven't had my night glass and you're pregnant, Jake would kill me."

"I miss a lot of stuff, you know"

"Like what?" she couldn't see what she was missing, at the early age of 22 Quinn had it all, a job she loved, a husband she was head over heels in love with and a baby on the way.

"I miss my body, I miss my husband, I miss going out at night, I miss my sleep, I miss work, I miss my life Olivia. I mean it's not that I don't want her it's just… I feel like it's a lot to take in, I just want her out of my body, I want to hold her, to cradle her in my arms, to sing for her, to dress her, to watch her grow up –not too fast though- I want a lot of things and I'm exhausted but she won't stop kicking," Quinn says rubbing her belly. She clearly looked tired, her under eyes circles more pronounced for the past few months, realizing she got lost in her thoughts she adds "sorry to bother you with this you're dealing with much worse than pregnancy stuff."

"Don't apologize Quinn, you're 6 months pregnant, your husband has been away for more than a month but hey he'll be back soon and everything will fall back into place you are a team, the best one for this little girl, what's up with you and Orange Juice anyways, "she says looking for a distraction.

"Oh this," Quinn laughs "ever since I found out I was pregnant I've been drinking OJ like crazy don't need to tell you my bladder hates me for it."

Soon the kitchen is filled with their laugher as they tell each other funny stories about whatever crossed their minds.

"Olivia, one day you two will find each other, you're soul mates."


She's pouring the waffle mix into the waffle maker when the child is running towards her hugging her legs. She puts her in her chair and gives her the juice earning a sloppy kiss. As breakfast is cooking she's mentally checking her day; from when she drops Lucy at school to when she gets her back home, it's the beginning of the week so she knows Abby and Madison have already started the day at the flower shop so she doesn't have to hurry too much and can actually take time to get ready for her very long day.

Placing the waffles in the princess themed plate and pouring some melted chocolate on top of it she places it in front of the now much exited kid. She sips her coffee while scrolling down her phone checking what happened while she was asleep. Eventually she picks up the child and gets her ready for school, get herself ready for work, loads the dish washer and after triple checking no one forgot anything she finally steps out of her apartment.

The car ride is always a joy with Lucy, they sing together, laugh, she tells her about who brings her candy, who's mean to her, who's kind, she tells her stories about her parents, how she misses them and Olivia reassures her, they will be back home soon. Lucy's parents –Jake and Quinn- are off for their 5th anniversary, they asked Olivia knowing she was the most available person to keep an eye on their daughter and she gladly accepts, taking in the very welcomes distraction because even if it's been 4 years even if she says she moved on, got her life back together she haven't. She kills herself at work, helps with her fathers' crisis management firm, she's very versatile, and everything that could keep her mind busy is welcome. She's happy when she's too busy to think; or at least that's what she thinks she is.

She's making her way into the shop, the yummy smell of fresh flowers invades her senses, she loves her job too much, she's grateful for what her mother left her after she died. She looks quizzically at Abby who's making a strange face and she indicates her to follow her.

Once they are in a quiet place away from customers, she raises an eyebrow waiting to be informed on what's going on.

"That creepy guy called, again and he's not backing off Liv," Abby tells her.

"What did he want?"

"He said he'd call you in about ten minutes you made it here right on time," she says looking down at her watch.

"I already know what he wants, he just needs confirmation."

As if it was hard to guess.

"Olivia, you can't do that, you can't just date Edison when you clearly still have feelings for him," Abby lectures her and she knows it's pointless, she knows that it's been years and that they haven't seen each other and that's painful.

"Abby, I don't want to discuss this," she's cut by her phone ringing, it's him and she's taking the call "I'm taking this, can you do me a favor please?"

"Sure."

"Can you get Lucy from school I'll get her as soon as I can."

"Of course Liv, don't worry about her," Abby says before closing the door behind her.

"Hello Edison."

"Olivia, finally I have the pleasure to hear your voice," he says seductively and she can't stand him while it's only the beginning of the phone call.

"It's good to hear from you too, how have you been?" she replies trying to be polite for once, not rude.

"I'm fine, what about you, how's work?"

"I'm good thank you, business is fine." She knows her voice sounds dry but she can't help it, she's talking to the wrong man and she knows it but she's too stubborn to listen to her friends' advice.

"Great. I was wondering would you like to have dinner with me? I know what you might be thinking but-"

"I would love to." She quickly cuts him off ready to end the phone call.

"Great, I'll pick you up at 7 then?"

"Why don't I meet you there, I'll come straight from the office, busy day."

"Absolutely, I can't wait to see you."

She doesn't bother to answer before hanging up letting go of a heavy breath. She can see Abby shaking her head but decides to ignore it.

The day flies by and before she knows it she's the last one to close the door of the shop. She makes her way to her car mentally preparing to two hours tops she'll have to spend with Edison. He's not a bad guy, maybe it's time for you to settle with someone even if you'll never love him but he can do the job, she thinks with resignation before shaking furiously her head. Her mother would be so disappointed with her if she saw her right now, she always thought her to marry the man she'd fall desperately in love with not the man that would do the job. Setting her IPod to the music player of her car she drives to the restaurant Edison texted her. She parks her cars and waits, she can see him patiently waiting for her and suddenly she feels awful; awful because she knows she's giving him hope, too much hope, she never pushed him back but never encouraged him either. He's likeable that's not the question; it's just not him, not the man she still loves even if she won't accept it. He's simply not Fitz.

It's an Italian restaurant and she likes Italian food, he's done his research to please her and her guilt grows bigger, heavier. She wants to walk away but she doesn't, the man had been trying for 2 years now, she feels like she owes him this dinner. She pushes the restaurant door and he looks up, the second he sees her, his face lit up like a Christmas tree. She sits, they talk –actually he starts the conversation and fills the blanks she doesn't put too much effort into it she can't even bring herself to pretending-, they order their food, it's lasagna for him and she sticks to a salad not feeling too hungry.

Something's weird, out of its place and she can feel it, she starts feeling like the Olivia of 4 years ago and she knows it's not thanks to the man she's having dinner with. She feels calm, relaxed, then her mind is racing, her body is starting to fire up, her blood is dancing in her veins warming up her entire being, she can even feel she cheeks blush. Her lungs are actually breathing deeply, easily. She feels so light. The last time she felt this way was when she was with him, only him had the power to make her feel that way. Edison doesn't have such a power over her, but he thinks he's the own making her almost like glowing; he tries to reach for her hand but she avoids his touch pretending to take her glass of water. All of a sudden a light breeze enters as the restaurant's door opens and she can smell it, the very very familiar masculine scent she fell in love with. The scent that used to be on the shirt she sleeps in every night and she's scared to raise her head fearing to see him again, after all those years especially with her having dinner with another man. She knows what appearances look like.

"Olivia, are you okay?"

She involuntarily lifts her head up and her eyes are caught in the ocean of blue eyes she loved oh so much, she can feel him even if he's sitting two tables far from her, his eyes glued to her no giving a damn about what the person in front of him. Their eyes connect and they can't break contact even if they want, it's like there's only them, the both of them, in that place there's no Edison, no other costumers, the woman sitting in front of him doesn't matter. She can't feel anything, too lost in the connection they never lost. She can hear her name being called many times, someone is shaking her hand but all that seems so far away, like another dimension. Her heart is beating too fast; she never thought it would beat that way again. And then she can't tell whose breaking contact but she's suddenly back to earth, back to where she's sitting in front of a man who's not him. Back to her misery.

"I'm sorry I got distracted."

"Are you okay?" Edison repeats.

And it hits her, he's with another woman, he's moved on, he's not waiting for her anymore, she lost him, it's too late, her friends were right, now she can mourn him, maybe. She's surprised she still can fool herself. Finally the hurt strikes her, so hard it seems like it takes her breath away she's can't focus, she only feels her heart aching and a desperate need to get away from that place, she's suffocating, she can't breathe. She uses the first excuse that manages to hit her brain. Thankfully right that moment, her phone buzzes, it's Abby. Abby, I love you she thinks.

"I need to go, I left a friend's child at Abby's and she's texting me, I'm sorry."

From the side of her eye she can see him, just like her he seems lost, she wonders why but all she can really think about is getting away, picking up Lucy getting home, tucking her to sleep and sinking in her bed and cry herself to sleep.