I groaned as I came to. I was laying in the middle of the street and someone was standing next to me.

A boot touched my back, "Get up, he didn't hit you that hard."

I shook the cobwebs loose as I stood to face a woman in all black, "Tell Harrison that I am fucking him up on sight next time I see him."

She looked me up and down, "I'd pay good money to see that fight."

I got a good look at her too, "What kind of angel wears all black?"

She laughed, "I'm not an angel. I am the ghost from your past."

I laughed a little, "Aren't you supposed to have chains jangling from your neck and saying boooo. Or some shit like that. There is no way you are a ghost."

She put her hands on her head and pulled her head off her shoulders.

Yeah, thank god I had no food left in my stomach.

She was holding her head in her hands talking to me, "Do you believe me now?"

I wanted to faint, "Yeah, put her head back on."

She did and my stomach settled.

She smiled, "Okay, let's go."

She bobbed her head like a genie and we were at my childhood home again. Only this time my father wasn't drunk. He was cooking dinner.

He yelled, "Eliana, Fitz, dinner is ready."

My eyes watered with tears as I saw my mother coming into the room with me following her. I looked about 5 years old at the time. We sat at the dinner table and I told my parents about my day.

My father told me about the museum his company was building. It sounded fascinating.

I looked up at him and smiled, "I want to be like you daddy."

My dad laughed, "Really. That sounds great, son."

My mother rubbed my head, "I thought you wanted to be like Spider-Man."

My dad laughed at my mom, "E, he can be both. Isn't that right, Fitzy? You can be whatever you want to be."

My mom smiled, "That's right."

Ok, right then, I was crying a fucking river. I thought about my Kami and how I ignored her. I was a horrible husband and father.

Quinn looked at me, "You cry like a bitch."

I growled, "Excuse the fuck out me for being emotional."

She bobbed her and the scene before me changed. We were still in the house and my father was sitting in his recliner. He was crying. A bottle of whiskey was next to him but he didn't look drunk yet. Notice the yet.

He was looking at something in his hand but I can't tell what it was.

The front door opened and a younger me ran in all excited. I remembered this day. This was the last day I saw my father. I was a senior in high school and I had just received my acceptance letter to GWU.

"Dad! Dad! I got in. I got the letter today."

My father looked up from his paper at me, "What are you talking about?"

I waved the paper at him, "I got into George Washington University. I am going to study pre-law. I told you that I want to become a lawyer."

My father turned his head and sighed, "Fitz, I don't think that's a good idea. You are setting yourself up for failure."

I kicked his chair, "You are the one who is a failure. You don't have to support my dream. I can make it without you."

My father stood up, "If you go down this path, you will become the very thing you want to destroy."

I walked away, "Whatever. I am out of her. Enjoy your life."

I packed my bags and left home for good.

I looked at Quinn, "I don't remember him saying that. What did he mean?"

She sat down on the couch, "Look at you, Fitz. Why did you become a lawyer?"

I sat down beside her, "To stop greed and corruption. I wanted to fix the system that let my mother's killer go free."

She sat up, "Exactly and what type of law do you practice? You are the system that let the guilty go free. You tried to become a vigilante lawyer but you fell victim to greed and power. Your father saw your reasoning but he knew you would fail at your goal. You became one of them."

I looked at my father sitting in his chair. He put whatever was in his hand down and picked up his bottle.

I pointed to it, "What's that he keeps looking at?"

Quinn stood, "A sonogram. Your mother was 13 weeks pregnant with your sister. Your father lost his wife and daughter. They were going to tell you a few days later."

Yep, gut punch #4.

My father lost a lot. But he did the best he could for me.

Quinn bobbed her head, "Let's find some happy memories."

X X

We were at the skating rink at the National Gallery of Art. I smiled because I definitely remembered this memory. I looked out on the ice rink and saw Olivia and me trying to skate. I say trying because it was a first for both of us.

Liv was gripping my hand and wobbling, "Oh my god. Oh my god. I am going to fall."

I was unsteady as well, "I will try to save you."

Just as I said that, some 7-year old kid flew by us making us fall. Liv mostly landed on me. I looked at her with concern, "Are you okay?"

She started laughing, "I am fine. Damn kid."

That's why I love that woman. I was thinking the same thing. I crawled to feet, "Let me help you up."

It was the thought that counted because I ended up falling back on her while trying to help her up. After the third try, a Good Samaritan helped me to get her up without me falling back down. We decided that we had enough and wobbled to the side.

As we sat on the bench, I started apologizing, "I am sorry this is a terrible first date. I figured it worked for Rocky and Adrian, why not us?"

She smiled and then kissed me on the cheek, "This is the best first date I've ever gone on. I love the movie Rocky too. This is perfect."

See, we were great together.

I looked at Quinn, "Why this memory?"

Quinn shrugged, "It was a good one. You were already in love with her. You were a broke college student who couldn't ice skate and she still fell in love with you."

I smiled, "Yeah, she did."

Head bob! Scene change!

We were now at the bowling alley. Liv and I decided to hang out together with our friends. This was the first time I met Abby. I brought Stephen along. He knew I was with Liv now.

I bowled first and got a strike. Then it was Liv's turn, "Babe, I don't know how to do this."

Like the good boyfriend I was, I helped my baby bowl her ball. The four of us were getting along great.

I looked at Quinn, "Another happy memory. But why?"

Quinn held up her hand, "Just wait!"

After everyone bowled their first set, Liv looked at me, "Baby, can we go to see if they have any nachos?"

I took her hand, "Anything for you, baby. I love being your baby."

She gave me a kiss, "I love you being my baby!"

I watched as Liv and I walked to the concession area. Then I heard Abby say to Stephen, "Your friend seems like a good guy. Liv is happy with him."

I looked at my best friend as he said, "He is cheating on her."

I yelled at Quinn, "What the fuck!"

Quinn zipped my lip. I mean she literally put a zipper on my lips.

Abby was in shock, "Are you serious?"

Stephen nodded, "Yeah, the other day he brought a chick over and they were fucking so loudly that the cops were called. A complaint was filed but no one was arrested."

Abby eyes almost bugged out, "You are lying."

At this point, I was screaming 'fuck yeah he is lying' behind my zipper.

Stephen shook his head, "I wish I were. You can check campus police and they can verify if a complaint was filed."

Right then I was screaming, 'that was you on the complaint.' I remembered that too. The cops and campus police came. No names were taken but a complaint was filed. That bastard fucking lied on me.

I watched as Liv and I came back to sit down. I saw the exact moment Abby started to hate me. Now I knew the real reason why.

You might feel some sympathy for Abby but I still don't. This is the bitch that actually objected to Liv marrying me. I mean when the judge asked 'who objects to this union,' the bitch raised her hand. So, I still say 'fuck her!'

But I finally saw my fucking friend for the traitor he is.

Head bob! Scene Change!

We were in our old apartment in college. I was on the couch studying something. Liv walked through the door.

She smiled when she sees me, "Hey babe."

I was actually happy to see her, "Hey sweetie. How was your day?"

She headed towards the bedroom, "Let me get out my scrubs then we will talk."

She always changed first because she didn't want to pass anything off that she might have gotten from work.

I was looking at myself patiently waiting for her to get back. I can't exactly pinpoint where we were in our relationship. You might assume that this was after we moved in together but remember she basically lived with me after that shit Abby pulled.

She showered and changed. She had on one of my shirts and a pair of pajama pants. Did I mention how much I love this woman?

She joined me on the couch and gave me a passionate kiss. I will admit, I loved seeing us like that. I took a seat on the windowsill.

She touched my face and smiled, "Coming home to you has been the best part of my day."

I watched as I closed my workbook and put everything on the coffee table. I took my Livvie in my arms putting her on my lap, "Hard day?"

She sighed and rested her head on my shoulder, "Yeah, I had a pop quiz in one of my classes. I think I did ok. I have a major assignment due in my second one. I only have a couple of days to complete it. All of this was before noon. I was only supposed to work from 1-5."

Real me and memory me both looked at the clock and saw it was almost 9.

I pulled her closer to me, "Why are getting home so late?"

"ER nightmare. Some kids were having a concert and their makeshift stage fell. 50 people were brought in. Two of them died. A few still critical. I was asked to stay late then Ms. Bitchy Magee was on a tear. I hate that bitch!"

See there! That's my baby.

I rubbed her shoulder, "I am sorry babe. I know she gets on your nerves."

"She is still upset about me turning down her full-time offer. She is waiting for me to come crawling back to accept it."

I kissed her head, "Tell her your man said she can kiss your ass. My baby is going to be a doctor."

She hugged me tighter, "Damn straight!"

Sitting on the windowsill, I saw Stephen coming out of the kitchen in just his pajama pants, "Hey, Liv! Hard day."

She nodded her head.

He turned back towards the kitchen, "Energy smoothie coming up!"

I remembered Stephen making all kinds of smoothies. He was on a health kick for a while. Liv enjoyed them and she said they did give her energy.

He came back into the room and handed her a smoothie then went to his room.

Quinn sat down next to me on the windowsill, "I commend you for never questioning Liv's pregnancy."

I shrugged, "It was my responsibility as much as it was hers. I loved her and it was my baby too."

Quinn nodded her head, "That was honorable but I need to tell you that Liv's pregnancy was no accident."

I jumped up, "What the fuck?" Yeah I know. I say that a lot.

She pointed towards Liv and me on the couch, "Stephen was grounding antibiotics into her smoothies. Antibiotics void birth control."

I punched the wall, "Who the fuck is that guy? I thought he was my friend."

Quinn was still looking at us, "Tonight is the night you made Kami. You wanted Liv to feel better. You took your time and loved her."

I was still confused, "Why would he do it? What did he have to gain?"

"He figured if she got pregnant, you would drop out then eventually resent her for having to give up your dream."

I sat back down on the windowsill, "Instead, she dropped out. She had to eat crow and ask the bitch for a full-time position."

"Yeah but she never regretted it."

I looked at Quinn helplessly, "How much longer do I have to stay here? I really need to hold my wife."

She stood, "The night is still young."

She bobbed her head.

X X

Once again we were back at my parents' house except this time, we were outside.

It was daylight and I could see the entire neighborhood. A few minutes, I saw why we were here. I was shocked when I saw my wife's car pulling up. She got out then she got an infant looking Kami out of the car.

I stepped back as I watched her ring my father's doorbell.

An older version of my father answered the door, "Can I help you?"

My beautiful wife smiled, "Hi, you don't know me but my name is Olivia Grant. I am Fitz's wife."

My father's eyes lit up as he looked around, "Is Fitz here?"

My wife looked regretful, "No, I'm sorry. He doesn't know I am here."

My father opened the door wider, "Please come in."

We all walked in. My wife took a seat on the couch, "Thank you."

My father sat in his chair, "Who do you have there in your arms?"

She turned Kami to face him, "This is your granddaughter, Kamila Eliana Grant."

My father's eyes began to water, "He named her after his mother."

"Yes, my mother and his. My mother's name was Camile."

My father gave her a sad smile, "Was. How did she die?"

She shrugged, "Icy roads, blizzard like conditions and a 10 car pile-up. Both of my parents gone in the blink of an eye."

My father looked at her strangely, "How did you not sink into the abyss of despair?"

She kissed Kami's head as she made cooing noises, "They wouldn't want me to."

He looked at Kamila, "Can I hold her?"

Liv placed her into his lap. He cried as he holds his granddaughter. I watched silently as my father played with my daughter.

Quinn turned to me, "They meet every other week at the Navy Pier in Chicago. Your father flies in to see his granddaughter. Sometimes Abby takes her to meet with him if Liv is busy. Liv got him into AA and he's been sober ever since. She came here to invite him to your law school graduation."

I looked at my family feeling really somber, "Did he come?"

"Yeah, he was there to see you earn your law degree."

I walked out and because I couldn't see anymore. I took a deep breath of fresh air, "How many more stops?"

"One more!"

X X

Quinn bobbed her head and we were in our first apartment in Chicago. I was playing peekaboo on the couch with Kami.

Hiding behind my hands, "Uh oh, Kami-cakes, where did daddy go?"

She tried to grab my hands.

I moved my hands, "Peekaboo!"

She started giggling.

I looked at Quinn, "I remember this."

Quinn slapped my shoulder, "Good."

Liv came out of the bedroom with a suit bag in her hand, "Baby, I have a surprise for you!"

Kami put her hand in my mouth, "What?"

She traded the bag for Kami.

I smiled at my wife, "I want my baby back after I open this. We were having daddy-daughter time."

She sat down and kissed my cheek, "I will give her back, you old grouch. Open it."

I watched next to Quinn as I open the bag to see my first tailored suit. I looked at Quinn, "She worked a few extra shifts to get me that suit. She took my measurements while I was asleep."

Quinn folded her arms, "Why did she buy that suit?"

I smiled as I watched Kami jump into my arms as I am kissing Liv, "I had got a junior associate position here in Chicago which is why we had to move. She wanted me to start off feeling like I belonged. The man made the suit. If you looked good, then you felt good."

I watched Liv and Kami tackling me on the couch.

Quinn watched the scene with me, "Do you remember the case you won to make partner?"

I smiled, "Yeah, I found something everyone else overlooked."

Quinn turned her back and scoffed, "You really are conceited."

I turned around to look at her, "It's true."

She punched me in the stomach and I went down like a rock. She kneeled by my head, "Your wife sat up with you one night because you were stressing out. She pointed you in the right direction. She found the technicality that your client was right-handed and the police clearly believed the killer was left-handed. She helped you but you got all the credit, you fucking bastard!"

I groaned, "Yeah I remember."

"Your relationship and marriage is based on teamwork. But you have seemed to have forgotten that."

She stood over me and looked down on me, "Enjoy your day, asshole."

The next thing I saw was a boot heading towards my head. Yeah, that two people I am fucking up on sight.