Sky Blue and Baby Grant

"I can't do this anymore. We've tried and every time we think we have it, something else comes along and changes it all." Setting down, Olivia looked down at the floor. God, that's an ugly shade of brown she thought. Here she was, yet again in the same situation she and Fitz had been in for the past few weeks. This was really beginning to piss her off.

Fitz looked at her and decided he had finally had enough. "Olivia, don't do this again. We've been through this time and time again and it's time you stop running. I'm tired of having this same argument with you. Either you pick or I'm picking for you. Your choice." And with that Olivia looked at Fitz and then the wall. She couldn't believe after all this time she was doing it. She was finally going to pick. Standing up, she walked over to Fitz, who had a smirk on his face. Taking his hand, she walked over to the wall and placed his hand against it and sigh.

"Sky blue. And I swear to god, if you make me think about changing my mind again, there will be consequences. Think on that." She looked at him deeply and he knew she meant it, but decided to call her bluff anyways. Sliding his right hand around her small waist, he pulled her to him. She tried to pull away but he overpowered her. Using his left hand, he cupped her face until she leaned into it.

"And what might those consequences be Livvie?" He leaned in to start kissing her until she said to words that he never thought he would hear come from Olivia Pope's mouth again.

"No. Sex." And with that, he backed off only to have her grab him by the shirt and push him up against the wall and leaned up to whisper in his ear. "I'm serious Fitzgerald. And I know how you can be when we haven't had sex in a while. The mere sight of me bending over or in the shower. Naked and wet. And you bone up with no one to help you. Begging me and I do me begging me. That was a bitch to handle I bet. Don't cross me. You won't like what you find."

He swallowed hard. But was also turned on because he found this side of Olivia very sexy. But before he could do anything about it, she turned and walked away leaving him hard and lonely. Just you wait Liv. Your ass is getting it tonight. Rough and hard he thought. And as if she could read his mind, she looked back and gave him a look that he knew oh so very well. Bring it. And walked out of their room.

Later that afternoon, Fitz received a phone call. Looking at the call ID, he smiled.

"I don't hear from you in almost a month and you're calling me to tell me you're still breathing. I'm shocked!" Fitz laughed slightly.

"Well, when your me and you run a company, a family company, you get kind of busy! But anyways, how is my favorite little big brother?" Adriana asked. Adriana Grant. The only girl out of the six kids her father had. The only one he had out of wedlock. The one that was most precious to Fitz. Fitz can still remember the day he found out about her and how she changed his life forever.


At just 28 years old in 1985, Fitz knew a lot more about his family than he should have. He knew his dad was a man whore and that his mother only stayed with him because of him and his brothers. That still didn't mean he liked it. His mother was the world to him and thought Big Gerry should burn in hell for all the things he had or was doing to her. But today was different. Walking in the living room of their California ranch, Fitz was sweaty from his run and wanted nothing more than to take a long cold shower.

"Fitzgerald? Is that you?" his mother Savanna called from the dining area.

"Yes mother."

"Well, be a sweetheart and come here. We need to talk." From the tone of her voice, it sounded serious.

Taking off his sweatshirt and leaving his muscle shirt on, Fitz walked in the kitchen and froze solid when he saw who else was in there. Setting at the head of the table was his father and to his right, his older brothers, Shawn and Andrew and his two younger brothers Fitzpatrick "Patrick" and Carter filled the rest of the table along with their mother. Setting in the only remaining chair, Fitz knew something was wrong.

Looking at his father he said "What is this? The only time we gather in here is if someone has died or you're forcing me to the navy." His father was still silent. Fitz, beginning to fear the worst, looked to his mother. And found nothing. He then looked to his brothers and found still and hard faces. "Will somebody tell me what the hell is going on? I have things to do and setting here all afternoon and bonding in silence is not it." Nothing. "Okay. I'm leaving." Getting up to leave, Big Gerry finally spoke.

"I made a mistake." Looking at Savanna, he said it again. "I made a mistake."

"What did you do now?" Fitz was starting to get pissed.

Standing up, Big Gerry started talking. "Look, I know I'm not perfect and I make mistakes. And because of that, something has happen that could ruin this family." He paused and then looked directly at Fitz. "I got someone pregnant. And she already had the baby. I even got a DNA test done just to make sure she wasn't lying. It's mine. She's mine. And she's here." Balling up his fits, Fitz knew he needed to calm down before he spoke. But sometimes, he just couldn't help it.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU? IS IT SO HARD TO KEEP IT IN YOUR PANTS? HAVE YOU EVER THOUGHT OF HOW THIS WOULD MAKE US FEEL OR MORE IMPORTANTLY MOTHER?! He exploded.

"Fitzgerald. He is still your father and you will still respect him. Now calm down and lower your voice before you wake her." His mother told him. His head snapped and he looked at this father.

"Where?" And Gerry could feel the venom in his voice.

"She's in the guest room." And with that Fitz took off and went to the guest room. Seeing the door was cracked, he silently went in and heard his family behind him. He went over to the crib that had magically appeared since this morning and looked at her. Something inside him changed. Looking at her, Fitz saw innocence. He saw what Gerry couldn't. He saw a baby. A Grant. Regardless of how she got here. "What's her name?" he spoke so soft that it shocked himself.

"Adriana. Adriana Emmalynn." Gerry spoke.

"And her last name?" Fitz already knew the answer. Why would he ask the same bastard that was to busying protecting himself instead of giving his daughter his name?

"Undecided. Her mother and I are at odds about that."

"You mean you don't want the world to know you had a child out of wedlock therefore ruining the family name right?" Picking her up from the crib, Fitz held her tight. In that moment, he felt that he had to protect, needed to protect this precious baby. Looking at her closer now, Fitz realized something.

"Her mother's black." He said as a matter of fact. Gerry nodded.

"Is she staying here with us or what?"

"For now. Her mother is sick with the flu and being a month old, she can't be around it. But other than that, nothing is final." Fitz looked at Gerry. Would he really deny his own daughter? His own flesh and blood? Of course he would.

"Look, this is a lot to take in, so will you guys leave me alone? I need time to think." And with that, the Grant family left him alone. Still holding Adriana, he rubbed her back and she moved a little. Setting on the bed, Fitz made a promise to this little girl that he would keep always.

"I don't care what people think, you're a Grant. My Grant. And I promise for as long as I live, I will protect you, fight for you, and be there for you. You're not a mistake. And you never will be. I promise to be the best big brother ever. You'll never have to be afraid of anything." Then he said something Fitz rarely ever said. "I love you Adriana Emmalynn Grant. Now and always."