Cyrus was woken at 6 in the morning the next day.

"Cyrus, get up, it's morning. Let's go!" Fitz yelled for Cyrus at the end of the bed.

He looked at the clock on the nightstand. "It's only six, go back to sleep. It's not Christmas morning. Go back to sleep."

Fitz sat on the edge of the bed and pouted. "You said morning, its morning, and you never gave a direct time."

Cyrus sat up in bed, the blanket still covering his legs. "You are worse than Ella. At least she waits until 7. Get out so I can get dressed and take his majesty to the princess in the tower please."

"Thank you, Cy!" Fitz yelled as he went out the bedroom door.

Cyrus went to get dressed and have breakfast. When he finally finished eating, he went in search for Fitz. It didn't take long, since Fitz was sitting outside the hotel door with Tom and Daniel. "Are you ready, your highness?"

"I was ready yesterday!"

Cyrus rented a car and drove the four of them to a gorgeous house in the outside of town. The house was two stories with a wraparound porch and porch swings in the corner. Cyrus had barely parked the car and Fitz was out of the passenger's side and ready to go to the door. Cyrus got out quickly and followed him up. "I said calm remember?" Fitz nodded and took a deep breath. Cyrus knocked on the door and waited for an answer.

A couple minutes later, a woman came to the door and opened it. "Can I help you?" She looked to be about 30ish with her black hair in a bun. She wore a pair of jeans and Seattle Seahawks t-shirt.

"Is Olivia here?" Cyrus asked politely.

"You must be Cyrus, we've been expecting you. Come in." She opened the door further and waited as the four men came into the entry way. They looked around at the marble floor and the staircase that separated half way up the stairs. "Ms. Pope isn't awake yet but she will be soon. Would you care for any coffee?"

"Yes, thank you. I'm sure we all would." Cyrus answered giving Fitz the evil eye for waking him up so early.

"Please follow me." She led them through the hallway to the dining room. "Wait here and I'll bring the coffee out."

Fitz sat down with Tom and Daniel on both side and Cyrus across from him. The woman brought a tray of coffee and cream out to them. She didn't say anything while she poured the coffee for each of them.

Fitz spoke up first, "I'm sorry for the intrusion so early in the morning. And if I may ask… who are you?"

"Oh, I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself. I am…"

"CAM!" Someone yelled coming down the stairs. She ran to the stairway.

"Your guests are here," she told the man while she led him to the dining room.

When the man entered the room, Cyrus waited for an explosion from Fitz. The boy looked to be in his late teenage years. He looked exactly like Fitz. The boy had the same hairline, color, curl, eye color, nose, everything was the same. But he did have Olivia's smile. Fitz looked him over from head to toe. He was about six foot one, built well.

"Which one of you is Cyrus?" the boy asked.

Cyrus stood up, "I am."

"Then you must be Fitzgerald?" he asked Fitz. Fitz nodded and stood up. The boy held out his hand to shake Fitz's. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Sir. I've heard so much about you."

"I really wish that I could say the same. And you are?" Fitz asked shaking his hand.

"My apologies, Sir. I am Nick, Olivia is my mother. And from what I've learned, that would make me your son."