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Chapter One: The One Where He Meets The Ice Queen
Present Day - 2025
"Kids!" Fitzgerald Grant, III called out, "Get in here!"
Twenty year old Jerry Grant and fifteen year old Karen Grant stumbled into the back patio. Jerry had a basketball tucked under his arm and both looked aggravated. "Dad," Karen whined, "I was totally beating him, what?"
"Take a seat." Fitz motioned to the sofa as he settled into the overstuffed chair across from them.
Jerry and Karen looked at each other despondently. In the last year their father had become obsessed with telling stories. It was all because their Uncle James was working on a book about him. Now all he did was tell story after story.
"Okay, we're sitting." Jerry grumbled as he leaned back.
"I want to tell you the story of how I met your mother." Fitz smiled and closed his eyes. "It all started over a dinner with your Grandfather Grant when I was halfway through my first year at Harvard Law School. I hadn't even considered joining the military yet and I thought I was going to be Governor of California. I was twenty-two and just having fun." Jerry and Karen looked at each other before settling in for at least thirty minutes.
January 1995
"Fitz, you're going to love this girl and her father." Fitzgerald Grant, Jr, otherwise known as Big Jerry, the former Governor and current Senator from California glanced over at his son, Fitzgerald Grant, III, a first year law student at Harvard.
Fitz grinned at his father, "I'm sure I will, Dad." He agreed with a nod of his head. He didn't agree with his father on much, but he knew it was important to make connections if he was going into law or politics. He hadn't really decided which at this point. And the girl, a junior at Georgetown on the track for law school, could be interesting. It'd been a while since he'd had a date. Or a good fuck.
"That's my boy." Big Jerry patted his back, accepting his response, "Andrew!" He waved his hand, "And Mellie look at you, you're just a picture of grace and beauty."
Fitz stood as the two approached. The man, Andrew Carmichael, and his daughter, Melanie, fondly known as Mellie, approached them with smiles on their faces. There was something about Mellie's smile that made Fitz pause. While she appeared to be happy, her smile didn't quite reach her eyes. There was something missing. Something icy in them. His law school buddy, Jake Ballard, would call it an ice queen look.
"Fitz." He held out his hand to her.
She grasped it lightly, "Mellie." She cooed and waited for him to pull out her chair. She was the epitome of a southern belle. All grace and charm and good manners and ice cold.
Present Day - 2025
"That's how you met Mom?" Karen asked. "You actually thought our mother was an ice queen?"
"Dad, were you drunk?" Jerry asked.
Fitz laughed warmly, "That kids, is how I met, your Aunt Mellie."
"What?" Jerry and Karen chorused together.
"Yup, not exactly the most pleasant meeting I guess." Fitz admitted.
"No, wait, I thought this was the story of how you met Mom." Jerry reminded him.
Fitz rolled his eyes and chuckled, leaning back with a little stretch, "I'm getting there, it's a long story, but trust me, it's worth it."
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