"What the fuck are you doing here?" Adriana asked. The man before her was the last person she'd ever expected to see at her door but yet, here he was. He was tall, had beautiful ocean blue eyes that turned sky gray when mad and curly hair. White curly hair.

"Now is that any way to speak to your father?" Fitzgerald Thomas Grant the II asked.

This was the first time he had seen his daughter in the flesh in almost a year and boy did she look a mess. Her hair was wild and her clothes were baggy and she had also seem to have lost some weight and not in a good way. But there was one thing he caught on immediately to. And that was the smell of scotch that reeked through her penthouse and on her breath. It was worse than he thought.

"Well. Can I come in?" he questioned.

"If I say no, you're going to. And if I say yes, you're going to." She told him but stepped aside and let him in anyways.

"And what is that god forsaken music? I feel like I should be dying or something hearing it."

She ignored him and turned it off. Adriana studied him for a moment. He being there was pissing her off to the extreme and that was not good for her. Or him.

"Again, why are you here? I haven't seen you in what? A year? Give or take?"

"Let's sit down first." He tried to say but she was not having it.

"No! The only time people say that is when something bad has happened or someone has died. And since none of that has happened, tell me why the fuck you're here!"

"First off. I am still your father whether you like it or not and you will not address me with that language! Second, I'm here because you are in trouble. You need help!"

"I don't need help. I'm fine. Great actually!" she said.

"Really now? Then why does it smell like a scotch factory in here?" he inquired. Adriana didn't answer right away and he took that as a sign to go on. "You drink every day and night. You don't talk to anyone anymore besides Olivia and Shawn. And they barely get you to say anything! Your work is starting to suffer and I'll be damn if that happens. But most importantly, you lost yourself. Because you're in pain and you don't know how to deal with it! And I'm not letting that happen." He finished.

Adriana looked at him and was confused.

"Why do you care what happens to me? I'm not one of the boys. So what makes me so special that you had to come all the way here to tell me things I don't care about?!"

When he spoke, his voice was small and broken. "Because I don't want you to end up like me. Or worse." He looked at her and motioned for her to sit down.

This time she took his offer. He sat across from her and really took her in.

"Look. I know I am by far the worst father ever. I was never there for you. I was never present in key times of your life and everything you could possibly think of. And for that, I am truly sorry. Back then I didn't know how to be a father to anybody. Much less to someone I knew I loved but didn't know how to voice it. But that's not the reason I'm here. I could spend all night saying sorry and you'd never believe me. So I'm going to make you." He paused to gather his thought and Adriana watched him intently. "You're in a place right now that is very dangerous. Not only for you but for the people around you. I know what happened that night changed you. I do. I've seen if before and did nothing. And we both know how that ended up."

"So what am I? Your pity case? You couldn't save him so you're trying to save me? Cute. I'm honored."

"Stop it. You're not some damn pity case to me and you never will be! You're my daughter and I know it's hard for you to believe but I do love you and I care about you! And therefore, I'm not letting you do this to yourself. You. Need. Help. And whether you get it from me or someone else, I don't care but you are! I've already lost one child, almost two. I'm not letting that happen again." He reached for her hand and was surprised when she didn't pull back.

Adriana sat there in shock Was her father finally being the father she always needed? Or was the some type of gain for him in the long run?

"What's in this for you? You never do anything for anybody unless you get something out of it? What's the end game?"

"There is nothing to gain but you being okay. I don't care what everyone says or thinks about me. I just want you better." He squeezed her and she hears the sincerity in his voice. The question was, would she accept?


*Three Weeks Later.

Up. Down. Push. Pull

Fitz was in his home gym doing chin ups working a good sweat up. It was late at night and that was how he liked it. Music was blasting as he worked and it helped to take his mind off of things. Here lately, he was really into Kayne West while working out. It gave him a certain motivation to get the job done and right now, Fitz needed to work it out.

(Work it harder, make it better)

N-n-now that that don't kill me

(Do it faster, makes us stronger)

Can only make me stronger

(More than ever ever after)

I need you to hurry up now

(Our work is never over)

Cause I can't wait much longer

He knew he needed to be harder. Working harder at fixing things in his life, both professionally and personally. Better. Better at being a husband and brother. Faster at catching on to things he knew would get him in trouble. And stronger. He wanted to be a stronger person. For him. For Olivia. And for his baby boy.

Dropping from the bar, Fitz went to the floor and started doing push-ups until it burned. Tonight was one of those nights when he let his body take control and he didn't care. He kept telling himself one more after the other until he finally collapsed while letting out a grunt. Sweat was running from his head, dripping down on the floor as he lay there. But Fitz wasn't done. He needed to run. He hated running, but it was what his body wanted. Getting up, he pressed the shuffle button on the iHome and was met with Eminem and Dr. Dre. It was the perfect song for his mood and described exactly how he had been feeling the past few months.

I'm about to lose my mind

You've been gone for so long, I'm running out of time

I need a doctor, call me a doctor

I need a doctor, doctor to bring me back to life

Fitz was running on the treadmill so hard he thought he might break it. But again, it was what his body wanted. His mind on the other hand, was screaming for him to stop because all it did was make him think about his sister. He hates running, but she always made it fun for him. But now, nothing.

He was snapped back into reality when he heard a specific lyric in the song that said so little but spoke volumes.

You saved my life, now maybe it's my turn to save yours.

And with that, Fitz hopped off the treadmill and went to sit down. He cut off the music and bathed in the silence that greeted him. Fitz was so lost in his thoughts, that he didn't hear Olivia come in.

"Again?" she asked as she handed him a bottle of water. Fitz extended his thank you and wiped his face on the towel beside him.

"What are you doing up?"

"I've been up since you left. I figured you'd back in a few short minutes, but then I heard Kayne West playing and knew it would be while. And you only come down here in the dead of the night when you're thinking about…" Olivia trailed off but Fitz knew who she was referring too.

"Ana."

Olivia sat down beside him and placed her hands on her stomach.

"Fitz, baby. I think it's time. It's long overdue and if you don't, you'll regret it."

Fitz simply nodded and drank the rest of his water.

"How is she now?"

"To be honest, she's doing better. But other than that, you can ask her."

He sighs and reached over and placed his wife in his lap so she was straddling him. Placing his head between her breast, Olivia giggled a little bit. He looked up at her, confused.

"And why are you laughing?" he smiled.

"Because I'm trying to have a conversation with you and you do this. Plus you're sweaty and the hair on your head tickled me." She explained.

"Do you wanna get sweaty with me?" he asked as he wiggled his eyebrows. She gave him a look and Fitz knew now was not the time.

"Livvie. I know what you're saying and I get it. I just don't know how to start with her."

"And that's where I come in. I have an idea. But you have to trust me."

"Olivia, I'll always trust you."


Adriana walked in her office. Before she closed the door she asked Heather to cancel all her meetings for the rest of the day.

"Oh and can you do me another favor?"

Heather nodded.

"Take the rest of the day off after lunch. You're here every day and never complain. You've put up with my bitchyness for the past couple months and for that I am sorry. So take the day off and the weekend as well." Adriana told her.

Heather looked at her stunned.

"Ms. Gra-" Adriana cut her off with the clearing of her throat.

"Ana, I..."

"I'm serious. Go do something. Shop. Leave the country. Get laid. Just take it off."

Heather blushed and grinned at her.

"Thanks. Ms. Gra…Ana."

Adriana gave her a slight nod and closed her door. She walked over to her couch and lay down. It was a slow Friday and she wanted nothing more than to go home but she couldn't due to the amount of paper work she needed to file. Two hours later, just as she was about to fall asleep her phone rang. She looked at the ID and was shocked to see who it was.

Deciding not to be rude, she answered.

"What?"

"Don't be mad and don't freak but open your door." And they hung up.

Adriana flew off the couch and opened her door.

He was more beautiful then she remembered. His hair was cut. He had a close shave and his suit was perfectly tailored to his body. His smile. She always loved his smile because it outlined his lips to her liking. And his eyes. God she loved his eyes.

"Ana." And it sounded like a prayer. Like something she had been dying for without realizing it.

He stopped breathing at the slight of her when the door opened. Her hair was longer. And she looked like she had been working out lately. A lot. He looked at her full lips and almost reached out to take them with his own. There was something different about her. So he was here to find out. And if everything went to plan, make her his. Again.

"Harrison." And his name had never sounded so sexy to him.

They stared at each other for a moment before she invited him in. He sat on the couch and she sat opposite of him.

"What are you doing here?" she asked.

"I wanted to see you. And check up on you."

"Why would you check up on me? I'm fine."

He laughed a little and Adriana knew he knew she was lying by the way he did it. "No, you're not. Olivia told me something happened to you but you can't talk about it. That you're pushing everyone away. And I'm here because of two reasons. One because I want to help you with whatever you're going through. And two,-"

"Don't. Don't say it." She pleaded with him.

"Because I love you. I always have and will. I just need you to understand that."

Adriana quickly felt tears rising in her eyes and blink them away but he could see. But he did. He came closer to her.

"Hey. No. Don't do that. Don't hide from me. I'm not here to judge you or whatever else you may think. I just want to be here. With you."

He pulled her in to hold her. She resisted at first, but the moment she laid her head on his chest, she lost all control. She cried, really cried for the first time in months. And it wasn't just about this moment. It about everything. Her life. Her brother. A brother she lost. And the man she lost.

Harrison pulled her impossibly closer so that she was sitting in his lap. This was the first time in almost three years he felt at peace. And Adriana felt the same.


So here it is! The first chapter of the sequel! I hope you guys like it. As for my other story, I'll update that next week. Let me know what you guys think of this because I love getting you're reviews!