Fitz and the Girls
Monday mornings were the absolute worst. That feeling was intensified from the lack of sleep Olivia had gotten over the weekend she had spent with Fitz. After returning to her house from her parents on Sunday night, their time in her bed had quickly turned into the early hours of Monday morning with all sorts of energetic and creative sex. When she knew if she didn't get some sleep, that she would be the worst bitch at work the next day, she kissed him goodbye and watched him drive home. He hadn't brought any extra clothes with him but promised to spend the night with her soon.
She was pulling into the parking lot at the office, when she noticed Abby's car sitting in the spot beside hers. Nothing unusual about that. But Abby was sitting in her car. And she wasn't alone. Yvonne was sitting in the passenger seat. She knew exactly what they were up to, waiting for her like hawks waiting for prey. She gave them a huge grin, wiggled her eyebrows up and down repeatedly, and motioned with her head for them to go inside.
The three women walked in the front door and got on the elevator together with several other people. Abby started to ask Olivia a question about her weekend, but Olivia gave her head a slight shake. There was another partner on the elevator, and this conversation was inappropriate for the workplace. It was gonna happen, but not here. In an effort to appear business like, Yvonne rattled off what Olivia's morning consisted of. Olivia was impressed. Even if the woman had made half of it up, and Olivia hoped that she did, because she couldn't fathom being that busy today, it sounded official.
The elevator doors opened and people rushed out going in different directions. The three friends walked towards to coffeepot in unison, like an unspoken goal. Abby was the first to break the quiet. "Was all that shit really on Liv's schedule for today? We don't have time for all of that. Not on a Monday. Not in one day ever."
Yvonne grinned at Abby as she poured the piping hot brown liquid into her cup. "Nah. Only about half of it was real. I don't really do Mondays, so I try to keep her schedule light on the first day of the week."
"You don't really do any days," Olivia pointed out to her assistant, earning a laugh from them. "But I am exhausted today and I don't foresee much of that getting done today either. So thank you."
"Speaking of the weekend..." Abby started.
"No one said anything about the weekend, Abby," Olivia chuckled.
"And now you just did. So...How was yours Yvonne?" Abby asked
"Well, it was..." Yvonne began
"Yea, not now, Yvonne. How about yours, Liv?" With filled cups, the three women walked into Olivia's office and closed the door. They all sat down and waited for her story.
"Real subtle, Abby." Olivia chuckled. "My weekend was good. How about you, Abby. What did you..."
"Who cares? I'll tell you who. NO ONE." She gestured wildly at herself and Yvonne and continued. "We didn't get up at the butt crack of dawn, arrive to work early, sit in my car waiting, very impatiently I might add, to hear, 'my weekend was good'. So get over your newfound fear of public speaking and spill the dirt. All of the dirt. The dirtiest of dirt. We want to hear all of it."
Yvonne started a slow clap all by herself. Abby grinned at her and bowed deeply. "I have cleared the first thirty minutes of your morning just so we could hear the details. So start talking because time is a wasting."
"Time is a wasting?" Olivia scrunched up her face at Yvonne. "Did you spend the weekend in a bog in Louisiana?"
"No, but I also didn't spend the weekend in bed with Mr. Perfect either. I want details! Regular or Magnum? Missionary, or some super sexy position I haven't even heard of yet? What does his ass feel like in your hands? How many orgasms did you have? And last, but not least, please tell me that you didn't go to your parent's house yesterday, but rather stayed in bed with him-who-I-have-yet-to-meet?"
Olivia looked back and forth between Abby and Yvonne. These two crazies were her people. Her friends. She had planned on telling them everything. But she planned on dragging her ass about it to torture them a little bit too. It's what friends did. "Wow. That's a lot of quest..."
"Cut the shit, Liv. We were here when you got the tickets and flowers. We took you to get your nails done on Saturday to help keep the nerves at bay. We watched you get ready for your date. The least you could do is share your weekend with us. We've been there since the beginning and we are your best friends. Don't you think you owe us that much?" Abby was a master at guilt and she used it to her own benefit at every opportunity. It was one of the many qualities that made her a great lawyer.
"Time is a wasting, Liv." Yvonne repeated. "Take it from the top and leave nothing out! Did you get your kiss when he got there? An ass grab? Come on!"
Olivia rolled her eyes and took another sip of her hot coffee. "Fine. But if you combust on the spot, don't either one of you blame me. Fitz showed up at my house literally minutes after you two left. He looked so handsome and smelled even better. He brought me another huge arrangement of flowers. I could get used to that. And they are still alive, so that's something..."
"You suck at sharing your sex life, Liv." Abby whined. "We know he looked handsome. We saw what he was wear..." Yvonne shot her a look of pure panic, cleared her throat really loudly, and started getting up to leave the room.
Olivia noticed Abby's slip and Yvonne's ridiculous attempt to cover it up. And now she thought she was going to leave? Olivia beat Yvonne to the door and pointed her finger at the chair her co-worker had just vacated. "Sit. Now." She stepped in between the two women to prevent them from looking at each other while she grilled them. "How do you know what he was wearing, Abby? You and Yvonne were gone before he arrived."
Abby looked at her watch and tried to come up with an excuse. "I've got to meet with Christopher soon. I should go." She started to get up, but Olivia pinned her with a look. Abby shrunk back into her chair.
"I'll ask you again. How do you know what he was wearing, Abby?" She knew the answer, because she knew these two.
"Fine. We were sitting in the stairwell and had the door cracked." Abby craned her neck and grinned at Yvonne. "We watched his fine ass walk to your door behind the flowers. You saw flowers first. We saw ass first. I really think we got the better end of that deal." That got a giggle and a whispered 'hell yes' from Yvonne.
Of course they stayed. And stalked. Hell, they probably drooled too. Fair was fair she decided. "You got the view of suit ass Fitz. Bare ass Fitz is much more magnificent. Too bad you missed that." She smiled widely at them and felt things shift back into her favor. They gave her a sour expression. "Jealousy isn't pretty on you bitches. No more stalking my dates!" Olivia sat back down in her chair and took a deep breath.
"Anyway, we got into this seriously sexy town car, with a driver I might add, and things got pretty heavy immediately. The man has serious pre-game skills. By the time we got to the restaurant neither one of us wanted to eat. Or go see the play. We just wanted each other. But we ate dinner and talked some more. It was really nice. And then we got back into the car and things started getting heavy again..."
"I hate you so much right now..." Yvonne interrupted.
"And then we saw Hamilton. You two really need to go see it. It's fantastic!"
"Was it as fantastic as the sex that followed?" Abby asked.
"Sorry to disappoint you, but no sex followed the play." Olivia informed.
"Shut up!" Yvonne stated loudly.
"Are you freaking kidding me? Unbelievable! The way he looked. The way you looked. The sex was supposed to happen! What did you do to screw it up, Liv?" Abby was saying things she shouldn't, but it couldn't be helped.
Olivia laughed at their obvious frustration. She told them about the phone call Fitz had gotten from his mother. About his dad being in the hospital. About meeting his mother, Emma. And finally she told them about waking up in her own house, alone, the next afternoon.
"I need a shot of vodka." Abby stated. "This story gets better, right? Please tell me it gets better, Liv."
"Yea, I can't sit in here and waste any more brain cells on this boring ass story. I would actually rather be working right now. And that's saying a lot," Yvonne interjected.
"Fine. But if you leave now, you'll miss the good parts," Olivia threatened. "And he has really good parts."
She told them about the Sunday phone call between them and the mind blowing sex that ultimately followed. She told them about her decision to go to dinner at her parents house and leaving him alone at hers.
"Wait a minute! You're telling me you left that perfect man alone at your house? You should have called me to tag me in. I would have gladly come over and kept him entertained while you ate rolls with your dad." Yvonne was rubbing her temples. She was expecting this story to involve swinging from a chandelier or gags or something equally creative. Not Fitz alone for hours. Olivia was losing credibility points in Yvonne's mind.
Olivia sat a little straighter in her chair. She shrugged her shoulders at Abby and Yvonne. "I needed to see my parents. I talked to them about the situation with Fitz..."
"You told your parents that you are screwing him? Seriously?" Abby knew Olivia was close to her parents, but that was a little insane in Abby's mind. She was engaged to Stephen, but as far as her mother knew, Abby was still a virgin. "How did that go over?"
"They actually gave me some really good advice, Abby. Advice that I needed from them. Besides, I'm not going to change my entire routine for Fitz. It's not like we are married or anything. My parents were in my life first so they stay top importance." Olivia paused and smirked at them. "Besides, I left their house early and went back home to be with Fitz. It was amazing."
"That's my girl!" Abby loved that Olivia was close to her parents. She wished she had that same openness with her own parents. But it just wasn't possible because her mother wasn't willing to go all in with that type of relationship. She had Stephen now and he was everything to her.
"I'm so happy for you." Yvonne sighed.
Olivia clapped her hands once and pointed to the door. "Time to be productive. I've got a lot to do today and so do the two of you. Let's do this day!"
Once they were gone Olivia sent a text to Fitz.
Good morning, handsome
A minute later she got a reply from him.
Morning, Babe. You at work?
She shook her head and grinned.
Of course. Why?
Fitz grinned as he typed with lightening speed.
So you found a wheelchair?
Olivia re-read his message not understand it.
What the hell are you talking about?
She fell for it. Hook, line, and sinker. She'll learn, he thought to himself.
The way I took care of business, you obviously can't walk at all today
Olivia laughed so loud, she slapped her hand on her mouth and looked around to make sure no one had heard her outburst. This man and his jokes.
It's not covered by my insurance. I've got a walker instead. It's really painful though.
Fitz chuckled at his funny little vixen. God, he missed her.
Can I pick you up and take you to lunch today?
There was that feeling bubbling up again, she thought. She smiled and let it bubble while reveling in the happy feeling. She was going to see Fitz earlier than expected.
I'm looking forward to it, Babe
His heart melted every time she called him that. Even only three hours of sleep couldn't steal the joy he felt by just texting her.
I'll be at your office at 11:30. Stay off your feet. I need them wrapped around me soon.
Olivia missed him and his sexy humor.
Yes, Sir
Olivia put her phone on her desk and got busy. Yvonne walked in and out of her office several times, bringing her cases and files that Olivia requested. She made notations in each and added items to them that were of importance.
At 11:25 Olivia called Abby and Yvonne into her office, under the pretenses of asking for her help. She grabbed a random file from her desk and started flipping through it as she waited for them. Yvonne arrived first, sat down in one of her visitor chairs, and asked, "What's up?"
Olivia smiled at her and said, "I'd rather wait until Abby gets here so I can go over it just once, ok?" Olivia looked at her watch. The timing was going to be perfect. If Abby moved her ass. Payback is a bitch, Babe.
Just then Abby came through the door. She took the other visitor chair and opened a granola bar. "What do you need, Liv? This is a busy working through lunch kinda day, so let's make this quick if possible."
Olivia just smiled. She started talking about the case file in front of her, recalling facts that she had just read. She was killing time, but they didn't know that. Just then, mid sentence, there was a knock on Olivia's door. Olivia grinned on the inside, and she was pretty sure she heard an evil laugh in there too. Her face gave nothing away though.
The three women looked up simultaneously. And were met with the bluest eyes any of them had ever seen. Fitz smiled at Olivia from behind the glass door. And then he made eye contact with Abby. And his face froze. Gotcha, Olivia thought to herself.
Abby was grinning at him like a mad fool and happily motioned him to come in. Yvonne's jaw was on the floor, but her eyes were functioning just fine, thank you, as they slowly took inventory of the perfect specimen now standing in such close proximity. Olivia stood up as Fitz walked through her door and
crossed to her. He kissed her cheek and whispered in her ear, "This is an interesting development." Pulling back, he said hello to the other two women.
"Hellll-o," Abby exaggerated. She smiled enthusiastically and stuck out her right hand to shake his. "We weren't formally introduced at your fabulous bakery the other day. I'm Abby." She held onto his hand a little longer than necessary, but she didn't care.
Still shaking her hand, Fitz put two and two together. Olivia had sent Abby to his bakery to scout things out. He didn't know why, but he liked her openness. She seemed to be the type of person who gave no pretenses. No bullshit. He appreciated that in a person. She would make a good ally. Fitz smiled at her and decided to try the same. "I'm Fitz. Nice to finally put a name with a stalking face." Abby laughed and dropped his hand.
"Liv, can we keep him?" Abby got a laugh from Fitz for that comment, while Olivia put her head in her hand. This was quickly backfiring.
He averted his gaze to the other woman in the room. She looked star stuck, like she had just met her favorite actor. He smiled at her and she started sliding down the chair she was sitting in, like a melted popsicle. He grabbed her elbow to help her up and that made things worse. She made a noise he didn't think was human. Fitz looked at Olivia for help, but she just shrugged her shoulders, enjoying the show.
Fitz kneeled down in front of the melted woman and asked, "Are you ok, Miss?"
Yvonne's head snapped up to his concerned eyes. "Did you just call me Miss?"
Fitz looked from Olivia to Abby needing to know if this woman was alright or had a medical condition. "I'm sorry. Did I say something wrong? I just wanted to help you up. Can I do that?"
Yvonne was staring intently into his eyes, forgetting everything she ever knew in life. She was surprised when words came out of her mouth. "You can do anything you want to me. Hell, I'll even pay you." When Fitz chuckled at her, she started melting again. "You have a great laugh. Can you just stay here all day and laugh for me?"
Fitz was enchanted by her. She made him feel like someone famous, which was probably not good for his already too big ego. But he didn't care about that right now. He helped her stand up and held out his hand. "I'm Fitz. And you make me want to do just that somehow." He kissed her hand and grinned at her.
Yvonne grinned back and said, "I'm Yvonne. It really is nice to finally meet you. I've heard some interesting things about you." Her eyes went back to roaming his body and he laughed again. "We like him and we're definitely keeping him!" She stated firmly to Olivia.
Olivia knew she had just made things worse for herself at work. This was supposed to be her way of showing Fitz how she knew the red headed crazy stalker girl he had mentioned the other day. Instead, she could tell from his face, that he had become smitten with her co-workers. Now they were going to take his side if she ever had a reason to whine about him. She grabbed her purse and phone and waited for him to notice that she was ready.
Fitz had just won a major battle. Olivia's friends liked him. Once a woman's friends liked the man, the rest was fun and games. Well, until PMS showed it's ugly head. Or the man did or said something stupid. But still...
He noticed Olivia was ready to go, so he turned to Abby and Yvonne and said, "I'd very much like to take all three of you to lunch next time. My treat of course." He put his arm around Olivia and held the door open for her. "Have a wonderful day ladies." He winked at them and he and Olivia walked away.
A short while later, Olivia and Fitz were sitting across each other in a booth at a mostly empty diner. Olivia immediately grabbed the large plastic menu and held it up, pretending to look at it. Fitz knew she was regrouping and chuckled at her. "Would you like for me to stay here and laugh for you all day too?" He asked sarcastically.
"No one likes a smart ass." She put the menu down on the table and smiled at him. "That didn't work out quite the way I planned."
"So you admit that it was planned, Miss Pope?" Fitz smirked at her. "You thought what? That the sight of your friend Abby, my crazy crotch staring stalker would bring about embarrassment for one or both of us? You underestimate me, babe. I can roll with the best of surprises. Apparently so can Abby. And now that they have met me, they want to keep me. Do you want to keep me too?"
Olivia smiled at the complete wonder of him. "That's actually part of what I wanted to talk to you about over lunch."
She watched in confusion as he got up from his seat and reached out his hand to her. She took it without question, but didn't understand his intentions until he pulled her into his arms and said, "We can talk in a minute. I've missed you today. And I need a kiss or two, Miss Pope." She felt good in his arms as he poured himself into the smoldering kiss. Those perfect tiny hands were once again in his hair and everything was right in the world again. He rested his forehead on hers and said, "Hi."
Olivia sighed contentedly. This was her happy place. In his arms, just like this. She opened her eyes, pecked his lips once more, and said, "Hi" back at him. "I've missed you too, Mist...I mean Babe."
Fitz noticed her change in nickname and decided to bring it up another time. They sat back down in their seats and ordered food. Fitz held her hand across the table as the conversation started. "You mentioned you wanted to talk about keeping me?"
"Yes. But first I want to explain some things to you. I went to my parents house last night because it's something I have always done and I didn't want to change that. I know it was bad timing for our first night together to be on the same one where I left you for a few hours to see them. But I needed to talk to them. I needed their advice about you." She watched his expression for changes, but got nothing. He was still smiling at her.
"Never apologize for loving your family and wanting to spend time with them. Family is important and family comes first. I mean, I ditched sex with you on our first date for my family. That's a non issue for us. Family is a priority and always will be."
Olivia was so deeply touched by the simplicity of his statement. It removed any niggling fear that he might not understand how she felt or where she was coming from. And it made her resolve to share the rest of it so much stronger. "You don't know how much it means to me to hear you say that. It's very comforting to know you feel the same way about your family."
"What else, concerning me, did you talk to them about?" He asked openly.
"I have been really struggling with an inner battle that will most definitely sound crazy to you, but I want to tell you about it anyway." She felt shyness start to come to the surface and battled it down. She
wanted to get this out. She needed to find out if he felt the same way or if it would end things. Or if he would just think she had lost her mind and was easy.
Fitz rubbed little circles on her hand with his as a way to encourage her to keep talking. To get it all said. He knew there was much more and he wanted to hear it. "Tell me. I really want to know."
She took a sip of her water and let it all out. "I have only known you for a few days. And somehow it feels like I've known you for years. In those few days I have been the happiest I've been in a really long time. I feel very close to you. I miss you when you aren't around. I think about you constantly. I have feelings for you. Really strong feelings for you. And my mind is telling me it's way too soon to feel like this. And my heart is telling my mind to shut up. That this is real. And that I'm not the only one feeling this way. That you feel it too. And that scares the hell out of me, because if you can do this to my heart in a few days, what will happen if we are still together in a month? Or a year? I don't know if I can contain it if this feeling gets any bigger." Olivia had to stop and take another sip of her water. She was on the verge of tears, but this too had to be said to him. "The other side of these feelings is, what happens to my heart if things don't work out between us?"
Fitz got up and sat beside her in the booth. He put his arm around her and gathered her close to him. She was so tiny, but held such big emotions. He was thankful that she felt comfortable enough to share those emotions with him. Her feelings as well as her fears. They were mirrors of what he had been feeling every day since he had met her. It was time for him to do some talking now. But first, he put his index finger under her chin and lifted her face to his. He kissed her, soft as a whisper and wiped her tear with his thumb afterward. She meant the world to him already, somehow. Just as he apparently did to her.
"From the first moment I met you, even through our flirting, I knew there was something magical here. I couldn't explain it to anyone in a way that made any kind of sense. And believe me, I tried. My first call was to my mother, believe it or not. She's a romantic at heart, but I'm sure you didn't get that vibe from her at the hospital. She said, 'Follow your heart. Your mind will catch up sooner or later. There's no time table on love. It happens slowly over time for some and for others it hits you over the head.'
"So I took her advice and went for it. I feel the same way you do, Olivia. I miss you more than I should. It's very distracting at times. In a good way. I think about you every minute I'm awake. I want to hear your laugh all the time. And nothing makes me happier than feeling your fingers in my hair." At the look on her face, he smiled at her and continued. "I know that's a weird one, but it's true.
"You are the most important person in my life, outside of my family. And that scares me just as much as it does you. And I can make promises that this will last a lifetime, but I care about you too much to lie.
So I won't. No one knows what the future holds. But I do know that I want as many days and nights with you as you will allow me to have. I want to talk to you everyday. I want to hear you laugh and be the reason that you smile. So, I'm not going to think about how it's only been a couple of days since I met you. Instead I'm going to be thankful that I did." He saw more tears falling from her eyes and patiently wiped them all away. "I don't like it when my girl cries."
"Then stop being so damn perfect." She blubbered.
Fitz smiled at her. He smiled a lot more since he had met her. "I'm not perfect. I'm just perfect for you. Just like you are perfect for me. No more worries about time. Let's just be happy and enjoy being together, whether it lasts a full week or a lifetime.