#HappyFriday #Gladiators
I figured we would all need this little pick me up over the weekend and to tie us over till the Season Premiere. I hope this update does the trick.
Hold onto your knickers because LAWD Cyrus is on fire!
Take care, thanks for reading and have a great weekend.
Me's
Chapter 14: A Sense of Morality
"The fact that you possess a sense of morality, and we do not, gives us an evolutionary advantage. And if history has proven anything, it that evolution always wins." – Faora (Man of Steel)
Bitch Baby…
Cyrus's eyes were a blaze with fire as he glances at the person, definitely not who he expected to see in the Residence. It was clear that they were ALL in on the "Grant" divorce leaving him completely out of the loop. He was The President's Chief of Staff, and should have been informed on some level of the First Couple's plans.
Fitz was always talked out of getting a divorce before. Cyrus is not sure how this transpired and even became finalized. However he's is positive he'll find out, and why wasn't he informed. Fitz and Cyrus have had their disagreements over the years. More as of late, but this outright disregard, leaving him completely out of it, hits him right where it hurts – his pride.
As he watched the interview from where he was getting stitches, he wondered how they were able to keep things so unbelievably quite. Everyone in Washington DC has knowledge major Politicians personal business. He learned early on when he was trying to get ahead that was just how things had to be.
If you had your enemies and friends deepest, darkest secrets in the palm of your hands ready to be released at a moment's notice, one could accomplish a many pipe dream. Fitz knows ALL of Cyrus's deepest and dark secrets. He's been there with him through it all from his first wife, to coming out with James during on his campaign. The sins he committed to "make" him President and so on.
Fitz is mindful how EVIL but loyal Cyrus can be. Even after learning how he won his first term, Cyrus was able to earn his way back into Fitz's good graces. It took a lot of time and energy on his part, but Cyrus finally wiggled his way back into the inner circle. He observed Fitz struggle without Olivia by his side.
Fitz is the most powerful man in the world. However when Olivia Pope walks out of his life, he turns into a love-sick longing teenage boy. Cyrus was so involved with James during his first campaign, he never paid attention to how Fitz looked at Olivia. It would have been plain to see then how much Fitz was falling for her.
You cannot help who you fall in love with. Cyrus understands all too well after finding James then losing him in the manner he did. He'll never get over his death. He lost the love of his life. Deep down the pain of losing the one person you love, rely on, and need most of all to raise you up and keep you grounded, changes your whole life.
When Fitz lost Jerry and then Olivia ran away for two months, it was too much loss for Fitz. Fitz wept in Mellie's lap in the Oval Office election night not because he won, but for his son, and not having Olivia. Cyrus remembers walking in seeing Fitz's head in Mellie's lap on the floor in a bawling mess.
Fitz completely fell apart. Mellie took it all in stride. Andrew of course heard what had happened, rushed into the room to offer any assistance. Instead of Fitz giving an acceptance speech, Andrew along with Mellie spoke to the country and press. It was well after two in the morning when the election results were announced, and by then Fitz was still in no condition to see anyone – unless it was Olivia.
It was Andrew who took the call from Sally Langston conceding the election to him. She understood Fitz was in no shape to speak to anyone after losing Jerry. Once the conversation with Sally ended, Cyrus stayed with Fitz in the Oval while Andrew and Mellie spoke to the Press and Nation.
A few days later, after Jerry's funeral before Fitz could address the public. The outpouring support of the entire world for the First Family amazed Fitz, Mellie and Andrew. However none of it seemed to help because every place Fitz went, he hoped Olivia would be there. He was completely lost without her.
The week of Thanksgiving Mellie and Fitz went to Santa Barbara and stayed till after Christmas. They came back for the White House to welcome the Christmas tree, decorate, but once that was done, they retreated back to California.
Andrew stayed behind with Cyrus to help run the country with Fitz in Santa Barbara. An Oval Office was set up out there for him to run the country. His secretaries also flew out a week at a time to ensure that Fitz had everything he needed. Being home at the Ranch was what he needed.
Being away helped Fitz and Mellie both figure out what had happened to their relationship, and where the divorce happened. All those plans were set into motion and finalized before they arrived back after the first of the year. At the State of the Union, none one was of the wiser The President of the United States was a divorced man.
As he eyes meet the person in front of him, he wonders what else happened under his nose. Strange things have been taking place. He is going to get to the bottom of ALL of it.
"Mr. Vice President," Cyrus growls. "Funny meeting you here; can I help you with something?"
"Likewise Cyrus," Andrew answers. His voice is even and calm. Raising his voice to Cyrus will solve nothing. "No I do not need help with anything. How is your hand? It looks pretty bad."
"It's fine Mr. Vice President. They stitched me up, gave me med's and sent me on my way. Speaking of which, aren't you supposed to be somewhere else?"
Andrew closes the door behind him. He watches Abby walk to the door on the other side just as it shuts offering another barrier. Fitz is tending to Olivia with Mellie's help. She is still feeling under the weather. The crackers and soda are helping settle her stomach. Olivia is growing frustrated at their playful bickering stating what will help her to feel better.
They are not arguing like a former married couple but the closet of friends that have been through it all together. It is a nice welcome change to the norm that was a year ago.
"Actually no Mr. Beene I am quite fine where I am. Unlike you I was invited up here this evening," Andrew calmly responds. "You should go. I know for a fact you are not supposed to be here. The President closed off the Residence to all unnecessary personnel this evening."
"I WILL not GO. I am most certainly not unnecessary. I need to speak to The President and First Lady to manage damage control," Cyrus steps forward to open the door but Andrew places himself between the door's handle and Cyrus. Andrew's hand covers the handle preventing him from opening it. "Excuse me but let me pass."
"I can't do that Mr. Beene," Andrew responds in a cool collected voice. "The President does not want any non-mission people in the Residence tonight. Too much has happened. He insists you go home for the evening to rest. He'll speak to you in the morning after the briefing. It's getting rather late."
Cyrus scoffs. "I will NOT go home until I speak to The President." He moves again to enter the Residence but Andrew holds his ground not allowing him to do so. "Move or I'll ask the agents to escort you out," Cyrus challenges.
"You cannot order Tom or the other agents to do anything Cyrus. They have their orders from The President himself. No One is permitted into the Residence tonight. I will be leaving shortly myself. So," he steps into Cyrus' personal space. "If I were you I'd do as your told and get your pissed off ass on that elevator over there and leave."
"Excuse me," Cyrus booms not believing Andrew had the gall to speak to him in that manner.
"You heard me Cyrus. The President and First Lady are NOT up for visitors this evening." Andrew is not lying. The "First Lady" is tired and must rest. Andrew is speaking the truth. "They had a long day and would like to sleep before you bring the fire from brimstone down upon them," Andrew explains.
"FIRST LADY," Cyrus screams. Tom and the agents walk closer. "Fitzgerald Grant HAS NO FIRST LADY! He's divorced. HE FUCKING DIVORCED HIS WIFE OF TWENTY YEARS AND DIDN'T TELL ME! HIS CHIEF OF STAFF FOR CHRIST SAKES." Cyrus face is red with anger.
"Mr. Beene you need to really calm down. We don't want you to have another heart attack," Tom states walking up behind him with another agent.
"I WILL NOT CALM DOWN. He's a Free Man to screw whomever he wants in that Presidential bed of his," as the last words leave his mouth an idea pops into his head. "Wait, is SHE in there already? This is has to be about HER!"
"SHE?"
"Don't play dumb with me Andrew," he addresses him informally. "Is OLIVIA POPE already keeping the President's sheets warm or shall I say HOT at night. No wonder why he's been smiling so much. He's found the secrets of the universe between her magical thighs once again."
"CYRUS RUTHERFORD BEENE THAT IS ENOUGH," Abby booms stepping out of the Residence after hearing him yelling. Andrew steps aside. She walks directly into Cyrus's personal space stopping a foot away from him. "You will NOT speak about MY best friend that way in front of me or the Vice President again."
Cyrus scoffs. "I will do whatever I want. Why they HELL are you here Red? I thought The President was not allowing any visitors."
"Because I am needed," Abby snaps. "I am not JUST just any visitor…," she sneers in a devious tone. She is the "new" First Lady of the United States best friend welcome in "her" new home whenever she is called upon.
Cyrus huffs in annoyance but does not step back allowing Abby space. "How can you be needed more than me," he counters. Abby shrugs her shoulders nonchalantly not offering him an answer. His eyes then avert to Andrews. "You still didn't tell me Mr. Vice President why are you here."
"The President requested my services this evening," Andrew speaks no more. "He called upon me to serve so I came."
"More like Mellie Grant did. Is she still letting you dig and poke in her Garden," Andrew grips the door behind him not to hit Cyrus. "Actually it probably has more weeds and spiders crawling around in it by now."
Andrew has had enough of his harsh words about his wife and walks in his direction. Andrew is an inch away from grabbing Cyrus's dress shirt. "Mr. Vice President it's not worth it," Abby stops him. "It's not what THEY would want or allow," she touches his arm. Andrew's eyes meet Abby's.
Cyrus sees how they are looking at each other. "Oh so your screwing Red now."
His words enrage Abby. Her hand lifts to throw the clipboard at Cyrus's head, but her hand it caught. "Mrs. Grant," Abby staggers backwards.
"I've got this Abigail. Go inside and help Fitz. You're needed," Mellie hints.
"You sure," Abby asks Mellie. "He had no right to speak about Liv that way."
"Yes. I've dealt with the almighty Cyrus Beene before," Mellie snips glaring at Cyrus. Andrew is in front of Abby making sure she does not hit him. Cyrus makes an "off" comment under his breath. Abby hears it, and has to be stopped from slapping him. "Abigail go. I go this," she urges her again. She whispers into her ear. "Liv would not condone this."
"Yah well it would sure as hell make me feel better," she scoffs. Just as she turns to leave, her eyes catch Tom. "Tom if he insults Olivia one more time, escort him out of here and take his White House Badge away. Do not return until The President gives you permission."
"Yes Ma'am," Tom replies with a smirk. He does not have to listen from Abby but she is right. Cyrus does not have the right to insult Olivia, especially now that she is married to The President. No Cyrus does not know that, but it makes no difference in his eyes. If he cannot respect her, he will be removed from the White House.
Once Abby is satisfied she returns to the Residence to tend to Olivia. Her head in his Fitz's lap and she's facing the ceiling. She kneels down to her then places her hand on her forehead. Abby's eyes meet Fitz. They want to call in his personal physician but Olivia will not allow it. It will only draw unwanted attention.
Cyrus glares at Mellie and Andrew in front of the doors. Mellie can handle Cyrus alone but she is fully aware that Andrew will not leave her side. She pleads with him to go back inside but he refuses. "No I'm staying right here."
Mellie relents knowing her husband then turns her attention to Cyrus. "Cy you should go. I know you are a tad bit upset at Fitz and I. But this screaming match you want to have with us can wait till morning."
"Upset Mellie," he seethes through gritted teeth. "A tad bit upset. Oh trust me I am well past being a tad bit upset." She notices his veins protruding from his neck and brows. "I swear I allow you two to go home to repair your marriage, and you get a divorce instead. I should have went with you. Then none of this would have happened."
"Cyrus it still would have happened. There was nothing you could have done to stop it this time. Fitz and I agreed finally. There is too much water under OUR bridge, not including losing our son. We are much better this way."
"What did he promise you Mellie," Cyrus growls deeply.
"Promise?"
"Yes you know what did you get in the divorce?" Mellie crosses her arms over her chest not giving him an answer. "Oh let me guess you gave him anything he wants as long as you remain First Lady till the end of his term. He kept the Ranch in Santa Barbara, but you got to choose which other property you wanted. Then I'm sure he gave you a substantial amount of money not to ever speak of his relationship with Olivia Pope."
"Cyrus it's none of your business," she counters.
"Oh no. Well the American People will find their ways to look into it and find out what you got out of this deal. So what did he offer," Cyrus questions.
"I don't have to tell you anything Cyrus," she huffs ready to enter the Residence. "It's between Fitz and I," she grouses. "Now go home before I have the Secret Service kick you out."
"You cannot kick me out Mellie. Last time I checked you are no longer the First Lady. I don't even understand why he'd want you anywhere near hear," Cyrus tosses in her face. Mellie remains unfazed. She does not flinch. This fight with Cyrus, is one she's been prepared for since the divorce.
"Well like we said in OUR interview Cy, Fitz and I are still partners. Just because we are no longer husband and wife, does not mean we cannot get along. We have Teddy and Karen to think about," she explains. "Why can't you see that Fitz and I are so much happier this way?"
"Oh I am sure he's happy. He can screw Olivia Pope anytime he wants without you bitching in his ear. I'm sure if I take a look back at security footage I'll see that she's been sneaking in the Residence since the divorce was finalized. No wonder why he's been so happy-go-lucky the last three months. I wonder if he's fucked her six ways to Sundays yet," he growls in a harsh tone.
"That is enough…," Andrew speaks up. "You leave Olivia out of this." He steps forward to get into Cyrus face.
"Watch it Mr. Vice President, I wouldn't want the President to find out how chummy you seem to be with his mistress during the interview. You know maybe she stopped sleeping with Fitz and wormed her way into your bed. If she can't control The President, you're the next best thing. I always knew her vagina was apolitical…," he barks. "I just never thought of her as a…"
/
Get Out Of My House….
"CYRUS BEENE DO YOU DARE FINISH THAT STATEMENT," Fitz bellows coming out of the Residence. Abby helped Olivia go into their bedroom to lay down. She finally stopped throwing up after the crackers and ginger ale from Mellie helped. She is completely wiped, almost fell asleep on Fitz, so he insisted she go into their room to rest.
He turns to Mellie and Andrew. "Go wait for me in the Dining Room. Thank you both."
Andrew and Mellie know not to argue. As they step inside they notice the door to the Presidential bedroom opening as Abby steps out. She whispers "Olivia is resting," but opens the door for them to slip in to visit her.
Once Mellie and Andrew are safely in the Residence his head whips to Cyrus with a fire in his eyes not witnessed before. Cyrus examines Fitz as he closes the distance between them. His pupils have widened leaving no trace of white in his eyes. It's like he's peering into the depths of a black whole ready to swallow him whole.
Fitz utters not a sound then begins walking down the Center Hall, past the Yellow Oval Room, into the Treaty Room. Fitz opens the door motioning for Cyrus to step inside. They have only been on this room a few times, but he remembers it well. Fitz slams the door behind him, startling Cyrus.
Fitz marches to the huge mahogany desk. He stands behind it, waiting for Cyrus. He slowly strolls in front of him. Fitz leans on the desk with both hands eyeballing his Chief of Staff, giving him the opportunity to calm down before he finds himself out of a job. Fitz would love to fire him right this very minute, but as Olivia reminded him, it would send the wrong message.
He may be essential if they are going to come through this divorce announcement, even though Olivia believes there is another that could fill Cyrus's position quite well. Fitz exhales and inhales deeply willing his body to relax. This is the last thing he should be thinking about right now. He hand goes to his cell phone in his pocket making sure it is there.
Abby will text him if Olivia is in any pain. HIS WIFE is sick in bed and he's in here dealing with his disrespectful Chief of Staff. He's put up with a lot of Cyrus's mouth and bull shit over the years but after tonight he's had it.
"Cyrus take a seat…," Fitz instructs.
"No thank you Mr. President. I rather be standing. If you throw something at my head I can duck easier," Cyrus taunts.
"Cyrus," Fitz barks.
"No Mr. President I will NOT sit," he snarls. Fitz huffs as he remains standing up. His arms cross across his chest. "I want to know why I was not informed you were planning on divorcing your wife."
"Because Mellie and I decided it was best if we didn't. It was between us. This decision had nothing to do with you, or the country. We lost OUR son Cyrus. Mellie and I were miserable. For that matter we have been for a very long time. You, of all people know that to be true. I am tired of coming home at night to a woman who does not love me, nor I her. Mellie and I decided made this decision on our own," Fitz explains. "We left everyone out of the loop."
"Obviously," he grunts.
"Cyrus I do not answer to you. Neither does Mellie," Fitz reminds him of in a firm tone.
"No Sir last time I checked you answer to the American People. You're approval ratings are going to take a huge hit. The Republican Party is going to stick it to you. Hell to us all. You didn't think about anyone else when you divorced your wife," Cyrus recounts throwing this in Fitz's face.
"The only people Mellie and I thought about were Karen and Teddy. Our children are much happier now. You talked me out of a divorce the last time. Mellie and I got tired, feed up, and had enough of everyone around us telling us how to live our lives. We "love" each other but not in a romantic way. It was time to move on. We leave enough crumbs in the interview so the country can watch us move on, find love, and be happy. It what both of us have wanted for a very long time. This White House is no longer a war zone. We thought,"….
"You thought," he counters. "You did not think of anyone Mr. President but yourself." Cyrus releases a few labored breaths to calm his anger but it is not working. "WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?"
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me," Cyrus snarls loudly. "Actually never mind you and your EX wife were NOT thinking. You probably used the head in your pants once you saw Olivia Pope at the State of the Union. You probably chased after her like a dog in heat. Let me guess he was ready to rise to the occasion before the ink was dry on the divorce papers."
Fitz is in front of him in seconds. "I swear if you disrespect my…" he stops before he utters that Olivia indeed his wife.
"Your what Mr. President," he retorts in a condescending tone. "She's your mistress or is it girlfriend."
"Olivia Pope is not my mistress. She never has been or ever will be. I suggest you watch yourself. You and I both know better," he snaps.
"You're so fucking stupid. Olivia has got your head so far up her legs, you can't even see daylight anymore. Let me know when you dislodge one of your two heads so we…," but Cyrus doesn't finish his thought before Fitz is grabbing by his dress shirt. His is so tense he's ready to throw him across. His fingers are digging into the palms of hands through the cotton shirt.
"You will not insult Olivia in my presence," Fitz booms. "EVER!" Cyrus does not flinch as Fitz shakes him quickly. "You do so again you'll be out of a job on your ass." Fitz releases his shirt before the urge to physically hurt him takes control. Fitz has always felt the need to protect her but now it's heightened.
Olivia is HIS WIFE and no man will ever speak poorly of her in his presence.
"Wow since you got a divorce from the Wicked Witch of the West, you found some balls. Mellie must have gave them back or did she give them to Olivia. After all we ALL know Olivia probably convinced you to divorce your wife, not tell anyone – including your Chief Of Staff, than drop it on National TV like a favorite recipe. We all know it is Olivia Pope who pulls your strings. You are her little puppet."
"CYRUS," Fitz yells.
He approaches him quickly ready to physically toss him out of the White House. He's inches away from him. "Fitz don't," Olivia whimpers coming into the room on Abby and Tom's arms. His head whips to face her. She's looks only slightly better. "Let him go."
"Livy," he rushes to her, drawing her into his arms. He's touching her forehead for fever. Then his hands run down her arms. Abby and Tom step to the side. "Why are you here? You should be resting." The concern in his voice warms her heart. Truth is, if she did not come in here, Cyrus would be laid up in a hospital room for a week. She heard the things he said about her before she went and laid down.
Cyrus is in rare form this evening and doing everything possible to bate Fitz into an argument where he'll reveal too much of his divorce from Mellie. Maybe more. Luckily her wedding rings are in their bedroom in her nightstand. Abby helped her take them off her neck before they came this way.
"You need me that's why," she scolds him gazing into his eyes. Abby and Tom walk to stand behind Cyrus. Tom stands in front of him blocking his view of Olivia and Fitz.
"You should be in bed," he whispers kissing her brow. He whispers into her warm skin, "I'll be there shortly to tuck you in. I can handle this."
"Oh I see that," she eyes him. She cups his face in both her hands. "You are ready to kill him."
"So," he smirks. "He insulted my…," he stops before he speaks any further. He lifts both her hands to his face to kiss them. However on her left hand his lips kiss the empty ring finger. He's aware where her wedding set it is, and where he wishes it could be.
"I know. But you cannot save me all the time," she sighs hoping to get through to her very stubborn husband. "There will be more important battles for you and I much later down the road." He smirks as she kisses him softly on the cheek.
"Oh I see she STILL comes to your rescue," Cyrus groans under his breath. "And I thought he was just the whipped one in this relationship. You both make me sick."
Abby raises her hand and hits him on the back of the head with an open palm. "Ouch! What the hell Red?"
"Cy, I'd shut up if I were you," Abby warns. "If I have frankly heard enough of you insulting them today."
Olivia spins to face him. She squeezes Fitz then begins to walk away from him on her own. "Liv," he mutters. Abby nods her head 'no' allowing Fitz to permit Olivia to speak.
"5. Cyrus you need to remember whose house you are in. This is Fitz's house – NOT YOURS. Last time I checked if you do not respect his rules, you will not be allowed to be here. You are in HIS HOME because he is a good man, who has put up with more than enough of your shit over the years."
Fitz eyes widen. Abby mouths, "The famous Olivia Pope Countdown."
Olivia paces herself taking another step closing the distance between them.
"4. Fitz does not have to apologize to you for anything. HE IS THE PRESIDENT. You work for him and the American People. The country elected Fitzgerald Grant as their Commander and Chief not you. It is HIS life along with Mellie's," as her name leaves her lips Andrew and Mellie come into the room via another door. She squeezes Andrew's hand. "They do not require your approval to do anything. This was THEIR choice alone. I had nothing to do with it."
Fitz eyes as fixed upon her as she takes another step towards Cyrus.
"3. I heard you accuse my best friend of sleeping with the Vice President. NOW we all know that is not true. Abby's personal life in NONE of your concern. I suggest you draft an apology to her IN WRITING or I'll see to it that she'll take over your job as Fitz's Chief of Staff."
Cyrus mouth drops open along with Fitz. He actually likes this idea a great deal. Cyrus has made too many mistakes and maybe it is time for them both to move on.
"You cannot force me to apologize Olivia," Cyrus growls.
"Oh yes I can and will. If you don't, I'll have Tom take your pass away right now," Tom steps forward. "While you are at it, you can write one for Mellie also." Mellie hand flies over her heart. They have had their differences in the past but since BOTH are married to men they both adore, they have become friends with a mutual understanding. They are not "gal-pals" but they have gotten along now better than they ever have before.
"I will not," Cyrus seethes. "All of you are a bunch of idiots, and criminals."
Olivia inches her way closer. Now they are less than two feet apart.
"What do you call it Fitz," she speak to him. He squints. "Oh yes Mutual Assured Destruction." A grin appears on Fitz's face.
"Yes," Fitz answers with a mischievous gleam and grin on his face.
"2. You will respect Fitz's and Mellie's decision to divorce. It was their choice not yours. They are grown adults who did not need anyone's approval to end their marriage. They chose not inform anyone because they each wanted time to figure their personal business out without the world watching their every move. You WILL accept or you will not be welcome in this White House."
Cyrus keeps quiet.
"1. In in the last few minutes you have called everyone a Criminal, an idiot, a Liar, and my best friend and I a whore," she growls. "You speak of morality but you are the less honest and ethical out of ALL of us in this room. Fitz, Mellie, Andrew, Abby including myself all have evolved. You have not. We have made changes to better ourselves which will help bring America into the light," Olivia steps forward stopping an inch before his nose.
"You Cyrus Beene are not a man of principle. If you were you would not have come up here this evening insulting the very man and his family you pledged your life to serve. We are all here for the greater good of this country, not to get ahead and be the one with ALL the power. We are nothing like you, and I suggest you remember that in the future. Am I understood?"
The room is eerily quiet.
"Cyrus," Fitz growls stepping closer to Olivia.
"Crystal," he mutters.
"Good." He begins to leave the room but Olivia steps in front of him. "Oh and more thing. IF YOU EVER CALL ME or ANY OTHER WOMAN in my presence a WHORE again, I'll see to it the B613 agents loyal to ME not my father throw you in a whole for a very long time. By the time you would be allowed out, Fitz's term would be over. Understand?"
Cyrus nods. "Say it," Fitz grouses in a deep tone behind Olivia.
"Yes," he musters in a soft tone.
"Good now get out. I don't want to see you back here for 48 hours. It's what the White House doctor urged you to do," Fitz reminds him.
"Yes Mr. President," Cyrus replies solemnly.
"Oh and Cyrus I want both those apology letters on my desk for Abby and Mellie before your return. I'll have Ethan go to house the day after tomorrow. They best be ready," Fitz instructs him. Cyrus utters not a sound then leaves the room with Tom escorting him out. The moment the door shuts, Olivia turns to face Fitz.
As her eyes connect with his, she falls forward physically and mentally exhausted. "Livy," he murmurs catching her. Her head falls into his chest. "Liv?"
She lifts her face to gaze into her husband's panicked eyes. "I'm all right. Can you just take me back to bed?"
He sighs drawing her closer. "Always Mrs. Grant," speaking to gently. Mellie thanks her for defending her as does Andrew. They promise to visit her tomorrow if she's feeling up to it. Tom escorts them out, while Abby assists Fitz with getting her to their bedroom. She holds the door open, as Fitz lifts her into the air to lay her on their bed.
Abby kisses Oliva's cheek, then quickly leaves the room. Fitz tends to Olivia in their bed. By the time he heads off to shower, she nestled under the feather duvet. "Do not get up. You got it me Madame First Lady." She smiles. "Good"
Just as he begins to head to the bathroom, "Fitz…?" He turns to her. "Rings? I can't sleep if they are not on my finger."
Her comment melts his heart. He saunters to her nightstand, then sits on the bed with her rings in his hand. He slips them both onto her finger. "With these rings I wed."
"Fitz," she blushes.
"Give me the opportunity Livy, and I'd remarry every day for the rest of my life," he admits leaning over her for a quick kiss.
"Now that would be interesting. A lifetime together of wedding nights," she teases him.
"Mhmmm," he hands gently rest on her cheeks. "I like that idea. I may sign an executive order to make it happen."
"You are shameless. Go shower," she pushes him off the bed. He strips in front of her with a gleam in his eyes, then leaves her alone to rest. By the time he emerges ten minutes later, she has stripped out of her pajamas and is naked in the bed waiting for him asleep. He towel dries himself quickly, then climbs under the covers with her.
"Fitz," she whispers. He lifts her head to gaze into her sleep eyes. "I love you."
"I love you too Livy," he responds then falls asleep with her in his arms.
/
Three Months Later…
Fitz would have never have guessed he would be where he is now if it was not for Abby pushing him to marry Oliva six month ago. He happier than he's ever been falling in love with Olivia more and more as each day goes by. He had learned to reach a mutual understand with Cyrus after he formally apologized to Abby, and Olivia.
Olivia and Cyrus learned to work together the last three months only speaking of White House matters and Fitz's administration. Nothing personal. Cyrus of course figured that Olivia and Fitz were "dating" but he still was unaware they were married. It was still kept a secret. However Cyrus had suggested if they were dating and had been, more than enough time had passed for their public first date to happen.
Olivia and Cyrus agreed but ONLY after Fitz "could" be seen leaving the White House for dinner over a lady's house for dinner. It would also be leaked that Mellie was asked over a gentlemen's house for dinner but no name on the "suitor" would be provided.
"Sir," Abby inquires sitting on the sofa across from Fitz, "are you ready for tonight?"
"What taking the love of my life out a date," Fitz smirks.
"Mr. President you KNOW you are not supposed to be. This is a private date," Abby reminds him.
"Relax Abby I know. Olivia reminded me. I am supposed to be 'seen' leaving the White House, to have a private date with a special lady who invited me to her place for a home cooked meal," Fitz chuckles.
"Yes and what else," she inquires.
"No sex on the First Date Mom," Fitz chastises. "Do you want to check my wallet?"
Abby tosses her napkin towards Fitz. "I know you two ain't using protection Sir so why bother." Fitz blushes. "Just be smart and don't do anything stupid."
"I would dream of it," Fitz quips. "My wife wouldn't allow it." His comment makes him think. "Wait, where is my wife?"
"She's at home with Agent Washington waiting for her man to come home to a home cooked meal," Fitz eyes raise. "Don't worry Sir. She's been taking lessons and I think you'll be pleasantly surprised tonight."
"I'm more interested in dessert," Fitz speaks to himself, but of course Abby hears him. She rolls her eyes but manages to keep him on track for the remainder of the day.
For preparation for his date he does not see Olivia for a few days before. He of course complains but it is better for the optics. They of course talk every day, and most night until one falls asleep on the phone. She has spent most of the day at home cleaning, preparing for her "First" date with Fitz.
Her texts from Abby through the day helped, as did an impromptu visit from Cyrus. He did not stay long, but brought her a special bottle of her favorite wine for dinner and scotch for Fitz. She had not had the chance to run to the liquor store. Olivia mentioned it to Abby and she was pleasantly surprised to see Cyrus.
"Thank Cy," she smiles kissing his cheek.
"You know Liv he's is better than he ever was now. Don't walk away from him ever again all right."
"I don't plan on it," she sighs. "I love him too much." Cyrus leaves her shortly thereafter knowing Fitz would be arriving in a little over an hour. She changes quickly into pale pink flowered Ralph Lauren dress that fits her body perfectly. She smirks into the mirror as her final touches are in place.
She steps into the kitchen to check on dinner as the doorbell rings. She rushes to the door, "You don't need to knock silly. You have a key,…" she teases as she open the door.
But it is not WHO she expects. They greet each other and exchange a few pleasantries. "What are you doing here?"
"I needed to talk to you," the person states coming in.
"Can it wait for another time? I have a date," she informs them.
The person realizes it. The table is set for two and smells the food cooking. "Oh sure. I knew I should have called first. I'll call you tomorrow." As they begin to walk to the door it opens. "Mr. President?"
In a lower tone Fitz growls, "Hello Jake."
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And yes I am JUST going to leave it right here. I know I am evil but I will do my best not to make you wait too long. I have been avoiding "He Who Shall Not Be Named" since I began this story because I do not like to write about it. But I think it's time he finds out Olitz is married.
I am sure you are wondering about Cyrus. Don't worry he'll find out soon too. Just not yet. Jake is the first loose end to tie up first. He'll only be it a little the next chapter then not written about again.
And if you are doing the math OLITZ has been secretly married for six months and doing great. The more time that passes for them privately, the stronger their marriage has time to flourish before the world knows.
Thank you for reading and keeping an open mind,
Me's
P.S. Writing Cyrus being on the receiving end of an OP countdown was EPIC!