Hello fellow gladiators… As you have heard by now .. Scandal was renewed for a fourth season. So maybe now Shonda can get Olivia off of that plane and get her back to Washington and Fitz…Thanks again for the reviews and keep them coming… Even though this next chapter deals with Andrew and Mellie, understand that I am Olitz all the way…. So enjoy ….
Mellie looked down at her sleeping child. She thought that it must so wonderful for him, he was too young to understand it all. She just wanted to stand there and drink him in. He was now her only son, her baby, the last child she would have. She pulled the ancient hand knitted afghan over him and just stared at the rising and falling of his chest. At that point , she felt a masculine hand on her shoulder. She turned around and quietly pulled the door shut.
"Let's go down the hall." Mellie said as Andrew followed close behind her. He kept staring at every classical feature of this beauty. She was a study in class and brains. She was first in her class at Harvard Law, old Southern money, and a true lady in all senses of the word. Mellie came upon a room that had an antique loveseat with red velvet cushions in it. The two of them sat down next to each other. Andrew started to put his arms around her and then proceeded to kiss her deeply. She immediately broke away from him.
"Have you lost your mind?" Mellie exclaimed. "Do you realize where we are?" In her typical lady fashion, she straightened the Donna Karan pencil skirt she was wearing.
Andrew didn't care. He knew that he wanted her. He knew that part of the reason for accepting to be Fitz's running mate was to be near her again. He knew that she wanted to be near him so he could comfort her after Gerry's death. She needed him and he knew that . He also knew why she was stalling.
"He and Olivia went for a walk a while ago and they aren't back yet. Do you really think that they are just talking?" Andrew asked pointedly.
Mellie looked over at Andrew. No she couldn't sink to his level. She had to have some propriety After all this was her husband's family's home. If he wanted to go into the woods and make out with his mistress, so be it. She couldn't help all the images that she had in her mind. It burned her to the core.
"I have a little more self control than him." She sputtered. Andrew measured his next comment carefully.
"How can you be with a man that doesn't love you?" he asked pointedly. Mellie had to ponder that question. She had a sad look on her face. It hadn't always been like this. They were two people that were victims of their parents' control. He was new money , she was old. He had been deemed American royalty ever since his political father had never reached his goal, the White House. He had been positioned for that ever since the cradle. Harvard, politics, even the Navy was preparing him for that day he would put his hand on the Bible and be sworn in as President.
With this common goal, Mellie and Fitzgerald continued through life. She had given up a brilliant future in politics and law to become his Stepford wife. Dressing and going to political function after function in his quest for the Governor's mansion and eventually the White House. Along the way, she gave birth and considered it part of her duty to him. She didn't really care to be a mother. She just bided her time until it was time for her to shine in the political arena.
But one day when she was alone, his father had a little too much Scotch. He saw her in all her womanliness and threw himself upon her. He forced her to have sex with him. It was frightening as the man forced himself into her and she fought valiantly , but to no avail. He had taken advantage of her claiming that his loser of a son couldn't even give him an heir. It was now a scar on her, she was a marked woman. Weeks later, suddenly she became pregnant. Fitz was overjoyed but she never really knew if it was him or Big Jerry. She held the secret and it drove her to attempt to commit suicide. That was when Andrew had been her savior.
She could no longer have sex with her husband. He reminded her too much of her attacker and she promptly kicked him off when he wanted to make love to her. He finally stopped touching her altogether. She did after all have needs and proceeded to engage herself in affairs with different men. She kept them clandestine , for the sake of her husband's political aspirations. Andrew would be one of these men while he was the Lieutenant Governor of California. But then Fitz's ambitions would be directed at the White House, and she carried on while on the campaign trail. Finally the affair with Mosley came to light and almost killed his chances.
But then came Cyrus and Olivia, his student. Something happened that she noticed immediately. This man who seemed to only act the part of candidate, was taking the advice of this fixer seriously. She had mentioned that the reason that the public didn't accept him as a viable candidate was because it didn't look like they screwed. So then the road show began, and momentum gathered. They were acting like the perfect couple . Mellie started to see the old light returning to her husband and he was lively again. But there was a deeper reason, it was her.
"I think I pushed him away. I think after the attack he didn't think I wanted him anymore. I don't know if he looked for love elsewhere until her. But I do know this, she does something to him. I can't move him the way she does." Mellie said simply. "I was willing to go on national television and expose him as a cheating bastard, but he didn't even flinch. He was at her apartment the whole time." She had tears in her eyes. "Even with Gerry, all he wanted to do was talk to her. Not me. Her!"
Andrew straightened up and took her hand again. "You are smart and ambitious. You are too good for a man who doesn't want you . You could do great things. I believe that things happen for a reason. It is sad that you have lost your son, but you should really think about what you want out of life. Do you want to spend another minute with a man who fantasizes about another woman or a man who truly wants to be with you?" He looked tenderly into her eyes. She gazed for a moment and started to move toward him. Stopping, she couldn't help herself. She turned to face him again and put her hand on his shoulder. Their lips touched as her mouth opened to accept his tongue. She tore the jacket off his shoulders while they were still kissing and threw it on the floor. His hands got loss in her mounds of dark ringlets and she pushed hers through his dark , straight hair. At that moment she didn't care that she was the First Lady of the United States or Mrs. Fitzgerald Grant 111, she was Millicent and she deserved every moment of this.