Author's Note: AHHHHH! Ok, I posted 3 chapters last night and the reviews have been AMAZING! I am so happy with the response I received! I got suggestions like make the chapters longer, and so here you are! I am in love with these two! I think their love will be declared, but it will be harder to realize with everything going on in their (mainly Liv's) life. Stay tuned!

Just in case you have any doubt, OLITZ is endgame and will be in an ANY story I write about them. Enjoy and please continue to bless me with your opinions!

CH 4

Over the next few days, Fitz saw glimpses of Olivia in passing. He watched her whip the Lexus into the nearby gas station from inside. So she didn't think he was stalking her, he stood behind a nearby shelf, watching her pick up Reese's and pay to fill up Elizabeth's gas tank. He saw her across the street from the market at the local book store as well and wanted so badly to walk up and say something.

Olivia noticed him at both the gas station and the book store, but she didn't want to seem desperate, even though it took every fiber in her being to not stroll up to him and take charge of the situation.

Eventually, Elizabeth grew tired of hinting around and NOT getting the answer she wanted. She decided to take matters into her own hands. She called the market and asked Fitz to come by and help her in her garden for a little while. Fitz of course was more than delighted to come by, never mind being able to see Olivia again. Elizabeth just "forgot" to tell Olivia that he was coming by.

Fitz was over the moon. He was excited to get to see Olivia and even more excited that Elizabeth was onboard with it. He asked Quinn to close the store that evening and left early. He showered and dressed in a green polo, tan cargo shorts, and a nice pair of converse. He didn't want to seem like he only came to see Olivia, but he also wanted to be dressed to get dirty too. He grabbed his keys and phone and as soon as he opened his front door, Mellie had fixed her hand to knock.

Seriously….?

"Fitz! How ya doooin today?" Mellie asked him, dragging the 'O' in DOING out way longer than it should be and flashing what he imagined to be all 32 of her teeth.

"Mellie. What can I do for you today?" Fitz was in a hurry to get going, but apparently Mellie was in a hurry to go nowhere. She slipped in under his arm and right thru the front door.

"I just wanted to come by and say hi. Seems like we never get to spend time together."

She CANNOT be serious, Fitz thought. This woman is working my LAST NERVE.

Fitz turned on his heels with the door still wide open about to gesture for her to leave. He had never been one to be rude, especially to a woman, but this one didn't seem to understand that fat meat was greasy. Before he could say anything, she opened her trench coat and revealed ABSOLUTELY NOTHING underneath it. He quickly covered his eyes as he felt violated.

"Christ, Mellie, what are you tryna do?" Fits was growing angry with his hands over his eyes. He felt as though he had walked in on his sister or mother nude.

"Well Fitz, should I spell it out for you?" Mellie was walking over to Fitz in a slow but steady manner. He could tell she was moving closer because the cheap perfume she was wearing caused his nose to tickle.

He took a step backward, easing the door closed slightly, but not all the way. "Millicent, put your clothes back on. I don't have time for this mess today."

By this time, Mellie was right up on him and leaned forward to brush her nipples against his chest. "You sure, Fitz? Your mouth says no, but your…"

Fitz was fed up. He grabbed her wrists, stopping their decent towards his groin and yelled, "ENOUGH! I asked you to get dressed and get gone. You don't seem to understand what I'm saying." By now, Fitz had moved her backwards towards her coat, keeping distance between them as if she had been skunked and smelled bad. "Put your coat back on, and go. I am NOT INTERESTED. Why can't you see that?"

Mellie finally caught his drift (or part of it) and slipped her arms back through her sleeves. "I see. You are about to leave out and don't have time for a quickie. NO PROBLEM, FITZY. I will just come back another time." And with that, she sauntered out the door, looking back over her shoulders to blow him a kiss, and made her way back to her car.

Fitz slammed the door. I can't win. I swear, I can't win, he thought as he ran his hands through his hair. He felt violated, as if someone had spit all over him and knocked him down into mud. He began to climb the stairs, stripping off clothes as he got further and further up and immediately took another shower until he couldn't smell her stench any longer.

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Olivia sat with her legs crossed in the kitchen waiting on water to boil. She was in the mood for tea and Nana had been trying to hide a cough from her all day. She figured she could coerce Elizabeth into the tea as a kind gesture. She thought wrong.

When the kettle whistled, Elizabeth came into the kitchen walking towards the refrigerator.

"Um, Nana, you want some tea?"

"Child, no. I don't drink no darn tea. Not hot anyway." Nana was reaching for a bottle water when Olivia decided it was time to put her foot down.

"No, Nana. I heard your cough today. You need something to ease your throat a little and this tea will do JUST that. I don't want to hear another word of it. Put the water back and come get this tea." Olivia wasn't sure where this outburst came from, but she was sure where it COULD lead her.

"Excuse me? Girl, I know like HELL you ain't using that tone with me." Elizabeth was now facing Olivia. At 5"6 and about 115 LBS, she didn't look like much of a battle…unless you had seen her win a war.

Elizabeth was getting angry, but when she locked eyes with Olivia, she knew it was time to come clean. "Sit down, Liv. I think it's time we talked." Olivia could feel tears begin to sting the back of her eyes. She wasn't ready to hear what she knew was about to me said to her. As she sat down, Elizabeth grabbed her hands. "Liv, -"

The doorbell sounded, breaking up the much needed talk between the grandmother and grandchild. Olivia immediately rolled her eyes, telling her grandmother she would be right back. She made her way to the door, ready to tell off whoever was on the other side. But when she opened the door, she lost her train of thought.

There was Fitz, with a bouquet of white lilies and a pack of king-size Reese's cups. "Hello again, Ms. Pope." Fitz had his nerves in check and was prepared for her wittiness, but when he saw the look in her eyes, he immediately lost his courage and went into protector mode.

Olivia just stood there, shocked.

"Livvie, what is it?" This broke Olivia out of her trance, making her blink furiously trying to mask the tears pooling in her eyes.
"Uh, nothing….I'm…well, I…"she looked back toward the kitchen. Why do I want to tell him so bad what's on my mind…

"Livvie?"

She turned back to him, "I'm good. Nothing is wrong. What're you doing here?"

Unconvinced, Fitz fidgeted his hands, trying to get her to make eye contact with him again. He could read her as if it was written all over her face. He glanced down at his hands "I was actually invited. You don't look like you are glad to see me at all…"

"NO." She said this a little louder than she intended to. "Uh, it's not that. Please, come in. Where are my manners? Let me take those for you. NANA! You have a guest. And he comes baring gifts!" Olivia smirked at Fitz.

"Actually, these are for you." He gave her that signature Grant smile and could swear he saw a little something in her eyes. Hope?

"Me? I thought you said you were invited. I didn't invite you, but you brought me…"Olivia let her thoughts drift off until it CLICKED to her what was going on. "Thank you, Fitz." She gave him her best smile and did a little southern curtsey.

Fitz chuckled, "You are very welcome."

Elizabeth stood back, witnessing the entire ordeal. She was proud of herself, finally feeling like some progress was made with these two. Bad timing, Nana thought. But still, very nice, Romeo…

"Fitz, darling, come on in. I needed your help, but you took so long to get here, sweetie, I have already solved my problem." Elizabeth smiled at Fitz.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Elizabeth. I had some, uh, unexpected guests." Olivia didn't miss the disgusted look that crossed his face when he said this.

"No biggie. Olivia was just telling me she wanted some fresh air. Isn't that right, Liv?" Elizabeth stood grinning like a Cheshire Cat. Olivia shot her a look of shock, and Fitz still stood there smiling.

"I uh, well…sur, I guess." Elizabeth took the flowers from Olivia and shooed Fitz and her out the door. She whispered to Olivia "We will talk when you get back, honey. Don't worry." She kissed her cheek and closed the door behind her.

Fitz and Liv looked towards his truck together. "So, where do you want to go, my lady? Your chariot awaits…" Olivia blushed at his attempt at an English accent.

Olivia thought on this for a moment. I'm here. I guess there's no use in moping around sad until I leave. What's the harm in seeing what he's about? Apparently Nana approves of him….

In the most seductive voice she could muster up, she said "Surprise me."