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Chapter 10: Olivia
The cool water enveloped Olivia's whole body, except for her belly which peaked from the water like an atoll in the Pacific. Such a hot day. The bath was exactly what she needed to relax. Her back was killing her, her feet ached, her head throbbed, even her face hurt. She was dead tired. She drew her bath, watching the rushing water pool in the bottom of the big bathtub. She ran her fingers through the water feeling it tickle her tips. She loved taking baths with natural products, so she added some milk and honey. The honey smelled so good, she had to taste it. She took a little on her tongue and rolled the sweetness around her mouth. She closed her eyes and let the water wash all thoughts and all pain away.
She felt his gentle touch on her stomach, and smiled without opening her eyes. "Hi," he said, with his deep voice.
"Hi," she responded, reaching for his hand, intertwining her fingers with his.
"Won't be long now, will it?" Her brow creased for a moment, she was forgetting something.
"No," she replied, "she's been kicking a lot. I think she wants to come out."
"I love seeing you like this," his hand stroking her stomach. "I love knowing that a little part me is growing inside of you." She smiled thinking of an innuendo, but didn't want to disturb the moment. He grabbed a natural sponge and started to softly caress her belly with it and then traced the sponge up to her breast, circling her sensitive areolas. She felt him gently take one of her nipples in his mouth. A little sigh of pleasure escaped her lips. He moved his mouth to her lips and gave her a tender kiss. She could feel the drops of water he left on her lips. She touched her tongue with his, feeling the sweet moisture of his mouth. He continued to kiss her, and moved his hand down to that sensitive juncture of her thighs. He gently stroked her folds. She didn't feel any urgency, just a pleasant calming sensation over every bit of her body.
He then moved both of his hands to her face and gently cupped it. He gave her another moist kiss and said, "Livvie, you need to wake up. You need to stay with us." With that, her eyes opened in a flash and she briefly saw Fitz's piercing blue eyes, before they melted away in the dark.
She could make out a little bit of light coming from the space between the door and the ground. She did the inventory again.
What was her name? Olivia Pope.
Who was she? She was Maya's mother, Fitz's lover and the lady who solved other people's problems.
Why was she taken? They took her because she loved a man and he loved her back.
She had repeated these questions countless times, trying to separate the illusions from the reality of her situation. The hallucinations grew more frequent. She couldn't remember the last time they had given her any water or food.
Who took her? This was one question on her itemized list she couldn't answer.
She remember what they said when they made the recording of her. Her captors said that they were supporting the Oamarain government and wanted the release of some militia leaders. If they truly were friends of that government, they had a funny way of showing it. A handful of military leaders wouldn't make up for poking the bear that is the United States and its Commander in Chief, Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III. The U.S. didn't have any real stake in the Oamarain civil war until this moment.
Maybe they were fanatics, just hoping to see the world burn. The little interaction she had with them didn't lead her to believe this. They seemed to treat this like a job, not a cause.
They were Americans. She was sure of it.
The gunmen who took her certainly were, or they had extremely good accents. After making the recording, she heard some of them joking about the Patriots and the Dallas Cowboy Football teams. In the two and half years she had lived in this region of the world, she never heard anyone talk about American Football like that. The one person who spoke on camera in Arabic did not seem to be a part of the group.
They had told her that she and her daughter were worth a war. Someone wanted to start a war in the region, and they were the key to it. And it did not matter to them if she lived.
Because she was pretty sure she was dying of dehydration.