Chapter 11

Fitz trailed his hand up and down Olivia's back. She was sleeping. He watched her slowly breathe in and out. He looked at the clock on the nightstand. It had been an hour. His plan was to leave Olivia thoroughly satisfied before he left for Vegas. He removed a curl that fell to her face, kissing her cheek. "Baby," he whispered. She stirred a little. "Liv," he said caressing her ass under the sheet. "Hmmmmmm" she moaned. "Is it time to get up?" "It's 3am," Fitz answered. Her eyes fluttered open, "I've only been sleep for an hour?" She asked. "Turn over, baby," he requested. "Why?" She asked staring up into his deep blue eyes. "Because I'm hungry," he said. Olivia eased up, turning, and leaning against his chest. "You know we just had sex an hour ago for the third time tonight," she said. "I know, but this is for you." He said kissing the top of her head. She could never get enough of Fitz. She brought his lips to hers, pecking them. "After this we need to sleep," she said. He grinned, "I'll try."

He lowered himself on the bed, slowly pulling the sheet, uncovering Olivia. She scooted down on the pillow, watching Fitz slide down her body. He licked his lips, before diving his head between her legs. "Fuck," Olivia said dropping her head on the pillow, gripping the sheets. Her mind went blank, her breathing hitched. She sat up a little, looking down at his head bobbing at her center. The slurping and sucking sounds Fitz made, increased her arousal, causing her body to buck with excitement. Olivia lifted her legs, placing her feet on Fitz's shoulders, giving him full access to her clit. With each swipe, Olivia's clit throbbed on his tongue, causing a shudder to ripple through her body. He pumped two fingers inside her, creating a scissor effect, stretching her walls. She rode out her orgasm. His fingers were slick with her juices and he placed them in his mouth, sucking them dry.

Fitz kissed the inside of her thighs, allowing Olivia to catch her breath. She eased up on the mattress, rolling toward the night stand for the condom, "Come here," she whispered. The moon lit up his naked body creating a perfect silhouette in the dark. His erection stood at attention, as he walked toward Olivia. She stood on her knees, rubbing the pre-cum from his tip between her fingers, sliding her hand up and down his length. She slid the condom on, kissing his chest. "I know you want me," she stared in his eyes. He devoured her lips, bringing her down on the bed, slowly pushing into her. "So tight, baby." He moaned. "Faster Fitz," Olivia begged. He picked up his pace, giving her what she demanded. Her orgasm rippled through her body. She wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing his head down, kissing him. "I'm almost there, baby," he whispered on her lips. "Cum for me, baby," Olivia purred. His head dropped in the crook of her neck, nipping, sucking as he exploded in the condom. Fitz lifted his head from her neck, Olivia pecked his lips. He slowly pulled out, holding the base of the condom. He tossed the condom in the bathroom garbage. He cleaned up in the bathroom, bringing a washcloth, wiping between Olivia's legs. Fitz grabbed a pair of boxer briefs from the drawer, pulling them on. He eased in the bed next to Olivia. She curled into his chest, instantly falling asleep.

The sun pricked through the window causing Olivia to block it with her hand. Fitz was still sleep. She felt like a zombie. She only slept a few hours. She moved out of Fitz's arms, walked into the bathroom, turning on the shower. She noticed her favorite body wash on the shelf in the shower. She smiled. She looked at herself in the mirror, trying to run her fingers through her disheveled curls. She stepped in the shower, letting the warm water hit her body. She placed a few drops of body wash on the wash cloth, lathering herself with soap. She yawned getting out of the shower, drying off. Olivia was exhausted. Fitz added a toothbrush holder with a purple toothbrush to the second sink. Her favorite color. She brushed her teeth, exiting the bathroom. Fitz was still sound asleep. She looked in her duffle bag, pulling out her bra and panties, slipping them on. Fitz had moved to the middle of the bed. She scooted on the bed, fingering his curls, massaging his scalp.

"Fitz you have to wake up," she said. He stretched a little grabbing Olivia closer to him. Olivia giggled.

"You smell nice," he said.

"Thank you for the body wash," she said.

"No problem. Did you see the toothbrush?" he asked.

"Yeah, get up," she said.

Fitz turned over, stretching again. Olivia scooted off the bed.

"Damn, I'm tired," he said.

"Yeah, welcome to the club, mister all night long." Olivia said throwing a pillow at him.

Fitz chuckled catching it. He eased out of the bed walking over to her, wrapping his hands around her waist. "I didn't hear any complaints."

She pecked his lips, "You wouldn't, but that doesn't mean I'm still tired as shit."

She moved out of his embrace, getting dressed. "The tea you like is in the kitchen, help yourself." He said. Fitz grabbed some boxer briefs from the drawer, stepping into the bathroom to shower. Olivia picked up her duffle bag, walking to the kitchen. Her stomach rumbled reminding her, it was empty. She wished Ace was in the kitchen cooking. She warmed up some water in the tea kettle on the stove. She took a tea bag out of the small box on the counter. The kettle whistled and she poured the hot water into her mug. She dipped the tea bag several times in the water, changing it from clear to black. She blew over the cup, before taking a sip. Fitz walked in the kitchen wearing a navy-blue suit, white shirt, and a navy and blue striped tie. He wore his signature brown Stacy Adams shoes. The aroma from his cologne tickled her nose and made her smile. He grabbed a mug from the cabinet, putting it under the Keurig machine, making coffee.

"You look nice," Olivia said.

"Thanks baby. I'm leaving right from the office." He said.

"I know," she said.

He sipped his coffee, "I'll take you by the bagel shop for breakfast."

"Ok," Olivia responded.

They sat in silence drinking their beverages. Fitz checked his watch. "You ready."

"Yeah," she said sliding off the stool. He wrapped his pinky around hers, walking to the door. She stopped at the door, looking up at him. "I don't want you to go."

"I know. I don't want to go." Fitz responded. "You can reach me anytime. I'll have my phone on me.

"Ok," she said.

He lifted her chin. "Anytime," he said, grabbing the handle to his suitcase walking to the elevator. They stopped at the local bagel shop around the corner from his apartment building, grabbing breakfast. Fitz walked Olivia back to her car. "I'll let you know when I arrive." He said. "You better," she said. They kissed for a long time in the parking lot, wishing for more time. Fitz waited for Olivia to get in her car, before driving off. Olivia threw her overnight bag in the trunk of her car, blew Fitz a kiss, and drove to work.

X

Fitz grunted, pushing his chair away from his office desk. He stood, moving toward the long window in his office, glancing out at the street. He sighed. Fitz had a few hours left before boarding the plane to Las Vegas. Olivia's graduation gift still was not finalized. He searched the internet many times trying to find the right gift. He spoke to his jeweler countless times about a number of different necklaces, earrings and watches. He still had not settled on anything. Olivia's words from their first date kept playing over and over in his mind. 'I want you to love me with your heart, not your money.'He was used to picking out an expensive pair of shoes or jewelry for the woman he was dating. They didn't care if thought was put into the gift. This time it was different. He wanted to get Olivia something special, a symbol of their relationship.

He heard a knock on the door. "What!" He yelled.

"What's your problem?" Stephen said walking in.

"Nothing, how was court?" He asked.

"Fine, Jethro got everything he wanted. The house, cars, and the vacation home in Malibu. Kelly was a mess, but she has full custody of the kids. He is a bastard and I hated representing him. But back to you, what's with the yelling? Is it the trip?" He asked.

"No, I still haven't finalized Olivia's graduation gift, and I leave in two hours." He said.

"Alright, let's see what you have so far." Stephen said looking at the scattered pictures on his desk.

"What you think?" Fitz asked.

Stephen picked up one of the pictures, holding it up, "A Porsche? Are you insane?"

"It matches my car," Fitz replied.

Stephen threw the picture on the desk, "She would dump your ass so fast. Fitz you can't buy her this car. Olivia is not one of those rich snobs."

"I know, that's why it's difficult for me to find something." Fitz mumbled.

"What else?" Stephen asked.

"This," Fitz said handing him a picture.

Stephen chuckled, "A five karat diamond necklace with a matching tennis bracelet. Is there anything here less than $200,000?"

"I don't know what to do," Fitz said.

"Call Abby," Stephen suggested.

"I want it to be a surprise. Do you think she will tell Liv? They talk about everything." Fitz said.

"If we tell Abby it's a surprise, she won't tell Olivia." Stephen said.

"Alright, call her," Fitz said. Stephen dialed Abby's phone number, putting the phone on speaker.

"Stephen, I'm on my way to court, what's up?" Abby said answering the phone.

"I need your help with something," Stephen said.

"Stephen, I'm with my coworkers. We can't talk dirty right now." Abby whispered on the phone.

Fitz chuckled, sitting back in his chair.

Stephen shook his head, "Abby I'm in Fitz's office and you're on speaker."

"You should of lead with that, Stephen. What's going on?" Abby asked.

"You can't say anything to Olivia. Fitz picked out a few overpriced graduation gifts for Olivia. He needs to start over. What do you suggest?" Stephen asked.

"Oh! She really likes purses, big ones," Abby said.

"A purse?" Fitz questioned.

"Yeah," Abby said.

"A purse is to simple," Fitz said.

"Liv likes simple things. She likes you to put a whole lot of thought into your gift. She would never go for a gift card. Don't spend your whole bank account on a gift. She's not going to accept it. The purse is really nice. I'll text Stephen the one she was looking at a couple of weeks ago. I can't chat long. I just sent the picture. Stephen call me later." Abby said hanging up the phone.

Stephen pulled the picture of the purse up on his phone, showing it to Fitz. "Here you go,"

Fitz shrugged, "I'll get it, but I need something else." He said.

Alyssa walked in handing Fitz his itinerary for the trip. "Mr. Grant, everything you need for your trip is in the folder. If you need anything, while your away, please give me a call." She said walking out the office.

Fitz heard his phone ding, he glanced at it, opening a text from his jeweler. It was a picture of a necklace he designed for Olivia after talking to Fitz. "That's it," Fitz said. He texted his jewelry back, giving him the approval to make the necklace. He showed the picture to Stephen, "What do you think?"

"Hell yeah," Stephen said.

X

Fitz sighed, walking through the Venetian hotel lobby. He stopped at the Concierge desk, picking up his key card. He took the elevator up to the presidential suite, using the key card to open the door. He rolled the suitcase to the bedroom, stopping in the center of the floor. Memories from the night he spent with Olivia flooded his mind. He knew it was going to be hard to leave her in DC, but he didn't realize the affect she had on him. "I can't sleep in here," he whispered to himself, closing the door. He opened his suitcase, grabbing a pair of boxer briefs and a white t-shirt. He showered, poured a glass of scotch from the bar, and ordered room service. He grabbed the pillows and blanket off the bed in the guest room, moving to the couch. He sent Olivia a text, letting her know he arrived in Vegas. His phone instantly started ringing.

"A text!" Olivia groaned.

"I thought you would be asleep," he said

"I've been waiting to hear from you all night." Olivia stressed.

"I'm fine baby. Just a little tired." He answered.

"How was your dad's jet?" She asked.

"Fine," he quipped.

"What's wrong, Fitz?" She asked.

"I want you here with me." He explained.

Olivia giggled, "We can't always get what we want."

"You could have left those crumb snatchers for a couple of days." He said

"Oh! You big mad," Olivia said. "Normally my students are the sweetest little kids on the planet."

Fitz laughed, "Not this week,"

Olivia chuckled, "You want me to call out tomorrow and take an early flight to see you?" she asked.

He sat up on the couch, "Yeah," he said.

"You know I can't," she said.

"Stop teasing me Liv," he said.

"Baby you're going to be fine. It's just a couple of days. Make sure you work hard, so you can be home for my graduation." Olivia said.

"I will," he said.

Olivia yawned.

"Baby get some rest," he said.

"Wait, baby look in your suitcase." Olivia interjected.

"Why?" he asked.

"Just do it," she stated firmly.

She heard him getting up and moving around. He rummaged through his suitcase until he found a small wrapped box.

"Did you find it?" she asked.

"Yeah," he said

"Open it," she said.

She heard him ripping off the paper. He held the small glass spray bottle in his hand. "What is it?"

"It's the lavender spray I put on my pillows at night. I thought maybe it will help you sleep." She answered.

"Thanks baby," Fitz said.

"Goodnight," Olivia said.

"Goodnight," Fitz said. He returned to the couch, spraying the liquid on his pillow, laying his head down. He felt his eyes close and his body relax.

X

Fitz cell phone alarm blasted and vibrated on the glass table in front of the couch. He grunted, shutting off the alarm. He sat up, stretching his arms in the air. He rubbed his lower back from the slight pain he felt. The lavender spray from Olivia helped a little. He still tossed and turned most of the night. He showered, dressing in a gray suit without a tie. He sent Olivia a quick Good Morning text before heading down to breakfast to meet his father and uncle. He immediately spotted his father and uncle sitting at the table.

"Morning," Fitz said taking his seat.

"Morning nephew," Peter responded.

"Good morning Fitzgerald," Jerry said.

The waitress walked over to the table, taking their orders.

"How was your evening?" Jerry asked.

"Fine," Fitz answered.

"Looks like you had a late night," Peter said.

"I didn't get in until late," Fitz answered.

"How was the jet?" Jerry asked.

"It was fine," Fitz said.

"Uncle Peter are these the plans for the new complex?" Fitz asked looking at the drawings on his uncle's IPAD. He wanted to get the meeting over with, so he could return to his room.

Peter swiped his finger on the IPAD, pulling up the drawings, pointing to the different buildings. "The land is picked out and we can start building very soon. I was hoping you could oversee this project."

Fitz looked straight at his uncle, "All due respect Uncle Peter, I can't. I have a lot going on back in DC."

Jerry chuckled, "All due respect, Fitzgerald it wasn't a request."

"Pops, I can't," Fitz reiterated. "Uncle the project looks great, but I can't devote my time in Vegas right now."

"Can you at least think about it Fitzgerald?" Peter asked.

"No," Fitz refused.

Peter sat back in his chair, shocked by the answer from Fitz. They had a great relationship, so he was baffled Fitz was turning down his offer.

Jerry fumed, "Is it because of Olivia,"

"Who?" Peter questioned.

"Some girl he met." Jerry responded, wiping the side of his mouth.

Fitz forked the last bit of food on his plate, looking at his father, then his uncle. "She's not just some girl. I'm not doing it. I'll do what I can while I'm here this week, but I'm not overseeing the project." Fitz retorted, pushing his chair back, leaving the restaurant.

"I didn't raise him to talk to us like that, Peter." Jerry said throwing his napkin on the table.

"Who is Olivia?" Peter asked.

"According to my time table he met her the last time he was in Las Vegas. Fitz has not introduced her to me. He refuses to give me any information about his love life or this girl, so I have no clue." Jerry stated.

"Fitz still hasn't forgiven you since your last stunt, Jerry?" Peter asked.

"I guess not," Jerry stated. It's time for him to settle down. He's 31."

Peter chuckled, "Jerry you can't force him to settle down. He'll do it when he's ready. Cut the boy some slack. He's working hard in DC and apparently he has a girlfriend."

"He respects you Peter, why don't you talk to him. Get to the bottom of this relationship. He'll never tell me." Jerry stated.

"If he doesn't want to discuss it, I'm not pushing him, Jerry. I'll ask him about it." Peter said.

"Good. Then I'll know how to proceed." Jerry stated.

"Jerry you don't learn. You have one strike left with your son. You should tread lightly." Peter said.

"He's the last of the Grant men. Dad would want him to carry on the legacy the right way." Jerry said.

"Jerry, I think he's doing a fine job if you ask me. Anyway, where are things with you and Diana? Are you still trying to win her over since the divorce?" Peter said taking a sip of his drink.

"The same. I've been trying to get in her good graces but she still refuses to give me a second chance. I asked her to plan mom's 80th birthday party. I'm hoping this will let her see that I'm a changed man." Jerry stated.

"She agreed to do it because it wasn't for you, it was for mom. I will never understand why you cheated on Diana. She is a good woman." Peter said shaking his head.

"You never really know how good you have it, until its gone." Jerry said.

Peter chuckled, "Don't get all weepy eyed now brother."

"Ha! I'll get Diana back," Jerry stated.

Peter shrugged, "How's Emily doing?"

"She's doing well with her coffee shop. She is in the process of opening another one in Malibu. I keep trying to get her to go into law but she refuses. If I press her, she doesn't take my calls for several days."

"Smart girl," Peter laughed.

"How is Angela and Mia?" Jerry asked.

"Angela is fine. She is working hard with her charities. Mia is still trying to find herself, I guess. She has a Bachelor's degree in business and a Master's degree in sports medicine and now she wants to go into law. I told her she would have to finance law school. I refuse to pay for another degree that she isn't going to use." Peter said.

"Emily and Mia are free spirits. They are going to do whatever they want. It's up to Fitz to make sure the Grant name carries on." Jerry said.

"Your putting too much pressure on him and he will push back," Peter said.

Peter's phone vibrates on the table. He picks it up, putting the call on speaker. It's the developer. They discuss the hotel and apartment complex going over the main details. Peter leaves to meet with the contractor. Jerry is still bothered by the reaction from Fitz. He decides to pay Fitz a visit.

Fitz was in the middle of eating lunch and facetiming Olivia. She was eating lunch in her classroom, telling him about her day. Fitz heard three taps on the hotel room door, "Baby, I'll call you back." He knew it was his father. Fitz swung the door open, Jerry walked in, closing the door behind him. Fitz walked back to the counter, continuing with his lunch.

"Fitzgerald you owe me and your uncle an apology. I didn't raise you to disrespect your elders." He fumed.

"I wasn't being disrespectful, I was being clear." Fitz answered.

"The project wouldn't take you from DC. It's a once a month commitment. You will have plenty of time to see Olivia." Jerry said.

"I've made my decision." Fitz said.

"Fitzgerald this project is important to your uncle and you don't have a choice. This is for the family. She can wait." Jerry said.

Fitz took a bite from his sandwich, trying not to explode with anger. "Who can wait?"

"Olivia," Jerry boomed.

Fitz chuckled, balling up the brown paper bag the sandwich came in, tossing it in the garbage. "You don't run my life. Find someone else to oversee the project. I'm done talking." He said walking into the guest bedroom closing the door. His relationship with Olivia was still new. He wasn't risking it for a Grant project. His uncle had a ton of people he could call and oversee the project.

Fitz looked at the time on his watch. Olivia would still be at work. He really needed to vent about his father. There was only one person who could put Jerry in his place. His mother, Diana Grant. She had a no-nonsense personality. Jerry and Diana were high school sweethearts. They were married right after college. Diana ended the marriage when she found out Jerry was cheating with his assistant. Jerry has worked tirelessly trying to get back with Diana.

Fitz settled on the couch, dialing his mom's number

"Mom," he said.

"Hi Butterbean, how are you?" Diana asked.

Fitz chuckled, "Mom you have got to stop with that nickname. I am a grown man. We've had this discussion."

"I carried you for 9 months, was in labor for 18 hours, pushed you out with no drugs, and took care of you until you was able to go out on your own. I'm your mother and I'll call you Butterbean until I'm dead in my grave. We've had this discussion, Fitzgerald." She laughed.

"Mom," he blushed. He loved his mother with everything. She was the one woman who really understood him and supported him. She pushed him when he felt like giving up. She always stood up for him when his father was trying to force the Grant responsibilities on him.

"What's going on? I haven't heard from you in a while. You must be busy in DC." She said.

"I'm in Vegas with dad," he said.

"Uh oh…what are you two up to now?" She asked.

"Pops wants me to oversee uncle Peter's new apartment complex and hotel," Fitz answered.

"Oh yes, he spoke to me about it. He didn't mention he wanted your help." She said.

"Dad spoke to you about it?" Fitz asked.

"Even though we are divorced, your father still uses my advice when it comes to his business ventures. Quiet as its kept, I'm the brains behind the Grant decisions." She cackled.

Fitz changed to a more serious tone, "I declined. I'm not doing it."

"Oh, is there a reason you declined your uncle's offer?" She asked.

"I met someone. Her name is Olivia." He responded.

"You did, that's wonderful. It must be serious, if your turning down the project with your uncle." She said.

"It is...I...um...I'm falling in... yeah she's special." He stuttered.

"Oh, Butterbean are you in love with her?" She asked.

Fitz didn't respond right away. He's hasn't shared his true feelings about Olivia with anyone, not even Olivia.

"I like her a lot. I think you will too. She's a teacher. She just graduated from Georgetown with her Master's in education." He answered.

"Great! Someone with a brain. I always feared you would date and marry one of these silly rich girls." Diana said.

Fitz laughed, "She's not rich, actually her family is very modest and they live in Brooklyn." He said.

"I'm sure your father isn't happy," she said.

"I've told him very little about Olivia." He said.

"Well keep Olivia close to your heart. When you're ready to tell him more about Olivia, you will. His focus has always been on upholding the Grant name. He is just like his father." She said.

"I'm not losing Olivia over work or the Grant name." He said.

"You won't. I'll call Peter and talk to your father." She said.

"Mom I can handle dad," Fitz said.

"I know you can. But you might need a little reinforcement from your mother. Your father asked me to plan Grandma Pearls 80thbirthday party. You should bring Olivia to California, so I can meet her." She said.

"I'll see if she is available." He said.

"I hope she can make it." Diana said.

"Mom if you need anything for the party let me know." Fitz said.

"Fitzgerald your father didn't give me a budget, which means I can spend as much of his money as I want. I plan on hosting a grand affair. Grandma Pearl deserves it. I don't need anything from you. Spend your money on Olivia." She said.

"I have to meet up with Uncle Peter in a few," he said.

"Alright Butterbean, love you. Call your sister. She said you haven't called her in a couple of weeks." Diana said.

"I will. Love you too." He said ending the call.

X

The next couple of days Fitz threw himself into meeting with the team Peter had assembled. He surveyed the proposed land with his uncle and father. He talked to the construction company and made sure all of the documents were in place for the project to start. He did his part for the week and was ready to return to DC. He missed Olivia terribly. The facetime and phone conversations weren't enough.

It was his last night in Vegas and he couldn't be more excited to return to DC. He closed his laptop and headed to the bar in the hotel. He took a seat at one of the tables, ordering a scotch and a slice of chocolate cake. He felt a pat on his back, turning to see it was his uncle.

"Hey nephew, is this seat taken?" Peter asked.

Fitz gestured for him to take a seat.

The waitress returned with Fitz's drink and dessert. Peter ordered a whisky.

"Thank you for coming this week." Peter said.

"No problem uncle," he responded, taking a bite of his cake.

"I understand there is someone very special in your life?" Peter asked taking a sip of his whiskey.

Fitz scrolled through is phone, pulling up a picture of Olivia. He handed the phone to his uncle. "Her name is Olivia,"

Peter chuckled, "Oh wow...nephew...she's beautiful. I see why you turned me down."

Fitz had a great relationship with his uncle. He trusted and respected him. He really didn't want to let him down.

"It's new." Fitz said.

"Is it serious? Is she the future Mrs. Grant?" Peter asked.

Fitz smiled, "I think I've found the one."

Peter sat back in his chair, grinning, "I won't come between you and Olivia. I can tell she's important to you. I see a lot of me in you, Fitz. I'll talk to your father." Peter responded.

"Thanks. I can do whatever you need from DC and if there is a way I can come to Vegas on a short-term basis." Fitz stammered.

"Nephew stop, I am a business man. I can figure this out. I just need you to handle the legal part of the project and if I need you in Vegas, I'll let you know well in advance. Maybe Olivia will come with you and the trip will be worth your while." Peter said.

"I haven't shared too much about Olivia with my father. I want to keep it that way." Fitz said.

"Not a problem." Peter said. His cell phone rung, he answered placing the call on mute. "I'll see you before you leave." Peter said placing money on the table for the bill.

Fitz finished his drink and cake, returning to his room. He showered and plopped down on the couch, placing several pillows behind his head. He had slept on the couch the entire time he was in Vegas and his back was definitely feeling it. He opened his laptop, facetiming Olivia.

"Hi baby," she said when his face popped up on the screen.

"Hi," he said.

"You look tired, Fitz," Olivia said.

"I'm a little tired. I had a lot to do today." He responded.

"Guess where I am," she said panning her IPAD around the room.

"Are you at my apartment?" He asked.

"I am," she answered.

Fitz chuckled, "You miss me, don't you?"

"So much," Olivia said.

"I'll be home tomorrow. I can't wait to see you." He said.

"How are things going?" Olivia asked

"It's going," he said.

"Why won't you talk to me about what's going on?" She asked.

"Baby, I don't want to waste the times I talk to you, discussing the Grant business. I want to talk about you...us. I'll tell you all about it when I get back to DC." He answered.

"Tomorrow is the graduation. I'm so excited! What time are you getting back to DC?" Olivia asked.

"An hour before your graduation." He answered.

Olivia sighed, "You're going to miss it."

"I'll be there," he said.

Olivia yawned pulling the covers up.

"Is that my Georgetown T-shirt?" He asked.

"Yes, and it smells exactly like you. I sprayed a little of your cologne on it." Olivia said.

"I miss you Liv," he said sinking into the couch.

"I miss you too. Is the spray working?" She asked.

"Sort of, but I still need you next to me." He said.

"I'll see you tomorrow." Olivia said.

Fitz yawned, "See you tomorrow, sweet baby."

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