Fitz and Marcus had to be at City Hall early that morning. A hearing that Fitz couldn't avoid and one that Marcus couldn't handle on his own. Fitz hated leaving the house at all. It's been a couple days since Liv's episode and Fitz has been on permanent edge since then. He hasn't pushed the issue about what got her so upset but he is planning to address the issue as soon as he thinks it is a good time. He's been grumpy all morning. They are going back to Century City, to the office, Fitz is texting Liv and she won't answer. Marcus can see the frustration on Fitz's face.
"Damn," Fitz mouths softly.
"What's up man?"
"Liv won't text me back!"
"Maybe she's taking a shower or something. You said she's moving slower these days."
"We had an understanding. She's to keep her phone on her at all times. You know….in case…," Fitz looks away already upset.
"Fitz, if it were anything serious, Rosie would have called. Hell, Huck would have called. You are gonna worry yourself into a stroke."
Fitz traces the lines of his jaw with his fingertips, "I know I'm smothering her and I'm irritating the shit out of her but man you don't know what that felt like. When I got to the bottom of the stairs and saw her lying there. Her nose was bloody and I thought she wasn't breathing. All I could think was that I lost her…my girls."
"I can't imagine what that was like but she's okay. The doctor said she's doing okay."
"I know…I just. I love her. I don't want to lose her."
"You are not going to lose her," he says turning into their building. "Let's finish up our meetings so you can get home to your lady." Just as Marcus says this, he gets a text, "We are ready." He parks the car and he and Fitz get out. Marcus sends a quick text, "Coming through the lobby in a few."
"Thanks for listening to me Marcus. I try to be positive around her but I worry about the what-ifs. It's natural, right?"
"Yeah it is. Listen, she knows how much you love her and want what's best but don't expect her to not be annoyed by the constant nagging."
They both laugh going up the elevator.
Brittany and Liv are in Fitz's office putting the final touches on the office picnic Liv is surprising him with. She gets the text from Marcus. "You are coming up the elevator. They'll be here any second."
"Okay, he's all yours."
"You know what to do," Liv says to Brittany.
"You thought of everything. He loves Javier's," Brittany says looking at the food layout.
"Yes, he told me how he can order from them at least 2 or 3 times a week."
"Yeah, he should probably buy stock in it," Brittany says as they both laugh.
"I better get out there," she says as she goes out and takes post back at her desk.
Fitz and Marcus get off the elevator. "My wife is gonna meet me across the street for lunch. I'm gonna make a few calls first."
"Good, the conference call at 3…"
"Don't worry about it. I know you want to comb through contracts. Brittany will take notes and I'll conduct it."
"Thanks! I am going to all and check on Liv first," he says throwing up his hands as if he's at the point of no return.
Marcus laughs, knowing Fitz is going to love his awaiting surprise in his office.
Fitz walks in, "Brittany, hold my calls for a few minutes. I need to give my wife a call."
"Yes sir," she says with a smile.
Fitz opens the door to his office to see Liv sitting at his desk but on the floor, on the other side of the room, an oversized blanket on the floor by the couch filled with picnic goodies. He looks startled, to say the least. His grumpy expressions quickly turn his crooked smile. His words escape him.
"I'm so happy to see you too baby," she finishes for him with a laugh.
He gathers his thoughts and sticks his head out of the door back at Brittany, "Take a long lunch."
Brittany chuckles, "I was hoping…thanks ."
Liv stays planted in his chair behind his desk as Fitz quickly closes the door and locks it. "I can't believe you put this on your desk," she says turning the picture around to reveal the baby's last ultrasound.
He is walking toward her, "Of course I do. I get to look at all my girls every day." He gets closer to her as she puts the picture back in its place. "And yes, I am very happy to see you baby," he finishes kissing her lightly.
"I thought I would surprise you," she says, as she softly combs his hair with her fingers, combing the curls back.
"Best surprise I could have asked for, except for you to have been in a trench coat with nothing underneath but your creamy naked skin and a smile."
Deciding to play coy, "I thought it was a coke and a smile."
He reaches down and kisses her again, "I am certain the saying is a coat and a smile." He plants another kiss as their lips stay pressed together.
"How about a romantic picnic instead? Just you and me and your favorite, Javier's? Then maybe we can nibble on each other for dessert. Strictly PG of course. This is a workplace." She reaches out her hand for him to help her up.
She gets out of the chair, he finishes, "What's the point of nibbling? Nibbling is good for foreplay but eating a hearty meal is much more appetizing."
"And that's exactly what we are going to do….eat a hearty meal. I have all your favorites," she says as she takes his hands and leads him to the set up.
"You are killing me," he says.
"I know," she laughs as he kneels down on the blanket and then eases her down with him. "I thought my sex drive was heightened with this pregnancy but what's your excuse?" She asks.
He rest his back on the sofa, softly pulling her back with him. "Hmmmm," he moans as he nibbles her neck slightly. "My excuse is, I'm married to this incredibly beautiful woman who is so damn sexy that my carnality is always craving you. That's my excuse," he says as he gives her a kiss.
"I don't remember me before you. You've changed my whole life Fitz."
"So…you married me for my money?" He jokes.
"Totally….Mr. Moneybags. Couldn't let you get away," she laughs as she snuggles the back of her head on his chest. She takes a taquito and brings it up to his mouth to bite.
"Delicious," he says as he eats the whole thing.
"I'm serious, you changed me for the better."
He smiles, "Now you know how I feel. It's like my life before you is a distant memory. The only thing I took with me from my past is Victoria. You changed me for the better." He takes a taquita and brings it to her mouth.
"Fitz, I know you are worried and I know you try to hide it. I know you want to protect us," she says rubbing her stomach. He takes his hand and places it on top of hers. "I love you for it but you have to let me be independent as long as my body will let me. I need that."
"I know that but Liv this is not your average situation. I'm just scared that if something happens I'll lose all three of you. That scares the hell out of me."
She traces his lips, "I feel the same way. My gut tells me I can do this but my head's been telling me different. I've been trying to stay in the moment and remember there are people who need me. These little angels."
He turns her face to his, "Don't forget me, I need you."
"You got me," she says, bringing a fork of food to his mouth.
"Did you buy the whole menu?" Fitz asks.
"Almost," she laughs. "I am eating for 3," she explains.
They finish their food and sit wrapped in each other's arms. Fitz kisses her temple every couple of minutes. "Thank you for doing this!"
"For doing what?"
"Surprising me...coming here."
"I have to keep my man happy. I wouldn't want some pretty young thing thinking you are up for grabs."
She rubs circles on her thighs, "I am all yours, every inch of me."
"Mmmm," she moans, "every inch." Liv jokingly squints her eyes tightly, "Workplace...workplace," which makes Fitz burst out into laughter.
"The door is locked and the blinds can be lowered.," Fitz says quickly
"No, Casanova!"
He throws up his hands in surrender, "Ok, how are you feeling? Are you feeling okay? What are they up to?"
"I feel pretty good. Sometimes they get too quiet in there and it scares me. They seem to react whenever they hear your voice. They aren't kicking all the time but they like to move. They are pretty cozy in here."
Fitz reaches down, "You are already gonna be daddy's girls. Smart choice."
"Shut up," she says swatting the top of his head. Fitz holds his head there a little longer. "I know you want to know what happened that morning...what made me so upset."
Fitz lifts up, "Yes, I want to know but I didn't want to push the issue right now."
"You heard about the young woman who was involved in the carjacking at USC," she says slowly.
"Yeah, I heard. That's just awful for any young girl."
"It was Marta on the news crying...it was Pilar."
"That was attacked," Fitz answers.
"Yes," Liv answers quickly.
Fitz studies her briefly, "And you think Edison had something to do with it."
She looks at him surprised. "How?"
"Your ex-husband was sleeping with a girl he was blackmailing and she ended up attacked after you two had words. It's not that hard to piece together."
"I'm not crazy to think that."
"No, you aren't! But Liv I want you to lay off this. Let the cops do their jobs. I'll be damned if Edison hurts you, directly or indirectly. You have to think about yourself and our babies."
"But what if he did it? He hasn't given up his dream of sitting on that seat."
"Then he needs to be caught." Fitz takes a deep breath, trying not to let the weight of the conversation get to him but he warns her as matter of factly, "I'll kill him if something happens to you and our babies became of him."
"Maybe he had nothing to do with it but it is a strong coincidence."
"I don't think you are crazy but it will be hard to prove it. I'm sorry for what happened to her but he's been warned not to lay a hand on you."
"What do you mean?" She asks as she realizes there was a conversation, man to man, that she was not privy to. That neither man has ever mentioned.
"Months ago...Liv I've been keeping tabs on him. He's a sneaky son of a bitch. He covers his tracks. If he had something to do with this, he wouldn't get his hands dirty."
Liv's body kind of shivers. Fitz feels this in his arms. He massages the shape of her shoulders, then slowly brings his hand down to her stomach and massages softly. It seems to calm her. "You are right. I shouldn't get involved."
"That beautiful mouth says that but I know it doesn't mean it." Fitz turns her to him, "Do you love me?"
"Fitz," she says almost annoyed at the ridiculousness of the question, "You know the answer."
"Okay, then just this one time, trust me, and think about you and us first. We are just starting our lives together. We are starting a family. I don't want that to end before it even has a chance to start."
"He won't hurt me. He knows I have insurance."
"People do bad things when they don't care who they hurt," Fitz says with a distance in his eyes she's never seen before.
She can see the fear without words. "I will give you that insurance. Talk to your friends but you have to be careful he has friends there too."
"No, how about I have Tom do some surveillance and digging?"
She settles her head on his shoulder, "Okay," she sighs. She looks up at him with those big brown doe eyes, "How about we try out some of that nibbling before I have to let you go?"
His eyes widened in delight. He looks at his watch seeing how close it is 3:00. He grimaces his face in displeasure. He gently lifts her head. He looks her up and down, "And where should I start?"
She giggles, "Wherever you want!"
"With pleasure," is his response as he attacks that soft spot on her neck that drives her wild.
"Ugh," she mouths, knowing she can't resist him. "Not there," she says in a lame attempt to resist him.
"Oh….," Fitz moans, "Definitely right there," he answers as he licks and sucks her skin slowly while his hands travel up her dress. He finishes, "Thank you," he whispers.
"For what?" She says as she, without even realizing she's stretched her legs open for him, giving her fingers the easiest access possible.
"For wearing a dress," he laughs into her neck. As she moans the moment his fingers make contact with her pool of dripping honey.
"Workplace...workplace…." she repeats.
"I don't give a damn," he answers as his fingers go in deeper. As she lets out a stifled but very satisfied moan.
Needless to say, it was star-rockets in flight...with a lot of afternoon delight.
Cyrus walks into Fitz's office, later on that evening. Fitz is a picture of calm and happiness. Totally different guy than they encountered when they got there this morning. He'll have to throw water on the happy fire that lit Fitz up that afternoon. But he has no choice. He knows he's gonna be pissed and he knows what this is going to do.
"Young man," Cyrus says entering.
"Younger man," Fitz answers. Clearly his spirits are high.
"How did your lunch day go?"
"Perfect...thank you!"
"For what sir?" Cyrus asks innocently.
"I know you had a hand in clearing my schedule so we could have some time alone."
"Sir, I know this risk with this pregnancy has you pre-occupied and worried about Olivia. The more you know she's okay, the better you are."
Fitz takes his usual stand in front of the glass looking out at Century City and Beverly Hills. It's a very presidential stand. "I love being a dad. When Victoria was born, you remember, I couldn't stop smiling. Hell, I almost pinned her newborn picture on my clothes every day but something was missing. I knew then."
"You were missing the connection every mother and father should have, being happy together."
"Mellie was her own version of happiness. She breastfed, but was never happy about it. She did it because it was good for Victoria. We couldn't hire a nanny fast enough. Mellie was so worried about getting her figure back she didn't try to enjoy being a mother. So, I couldn't enjoy being the doting dad. But she loved to dress Victoria in her finest and stress her last name, Grant."
"Mellie wasn't cut out for domestication. Dare I say, and I've said many times, motherhood is not a dabble she should have dipped into. She was born to be pampered and doted on herself. I mean, nothing wrong with treating the woman you love like a Queen…"
"She was never my queen..," he breaks away and turns to Cyrus. "With Liv, I can't wait to see her holding our babies. I can't wait to see her nurturing them. I can't wait to share that all with her. I am just happy. I'm finally where I should be."
"Olivia is getting the best care money can buy. I understand this is going to be more challenging as you get closer but from you've explained there's no reason to believe these babies aren't going to come crashing into this world perfectly healthy. And Liv is going to be okay."
"You are right," Fitz answers. His hands are tucked in his pockets stiffly. "Did I miss a meeting?"
"No, but we do have a problem. Marcus has been on the phone dealing with it. He didn't want to interrupt you and Liv and get her upset.
Fitz can see the problem is serious, "What's wrong?"
"The New York project, the high rise, 3 of the floors collapsed. It's already on the news. Thank goodness we are in the building phase but the crew was supposed to be not working today, due to the snow."
Fitz looks upset, concerned, compassionate, and irritated all at the same time, "If there was someone there, we are fucked. You know that. We had that space inspected last week. We were told everything was structurally sound. How did this happen?"
"That's what Marcus and Felix are trying to find out now. You know what this means.."
Fitz shakes his head, "Shit...This fucking project has been a headache since we acquired it. I almost hate that I won that bid."
"Listen, it was a smart business move and it establishes us more solidly on the east coast. You are smart how you worked that out."
"This could be a lawsuit waiting to happen...if someone is found there," Fitz says worriedly.
Listen, I know this is the last thing you want to hear but we need to be on the ground there."
Fitz is shaking his head, "I don't like the idea of leaving Olivia again."
"I know but let us get more details and then...we figure this out."
Liv has made it back home. She's preparing herself to do the show. Quinn has come over, they've been looking at swatches for the babies room. Liv phone rings and it's Princess Candace aka her cousin. Quinn is laying out fabrics as Liv answers the phone.
"What happened? What shopping emergency is it this time?"
"Last time was serious. Do you know what it is like to want to buy a Hermes bag and before you can get it in your hands someone scoops it up from you."
"And the emergency was?"
"Well, I knew you could find it in LA. You love me and you got a bag out of it."
"For no reason but…"
"You are married to a man who just became the B word. You should look like it. Not that you didn't clean up well before..I am just saying, you should look like you shit diamonds now."
Liv burst out into laughter as she puts Candace on speaker phone, "Quinn and I are in the room that's going to be the nursery."
"Hi Quinn!"
"Hi Candace!"
"So, why are you calling? Not that I don't appreciate it."
"I'm thinking about renting a house and staying in LA for a while. I wanted to see what my cousin thought of that."
Liv looks over at Quinn. They both know why she is ready to leave the great city of Boston for the City of Angels. Liv decides to address the elephant in the room. "This wouldn't have anything to do with a man who is like velvet chocolate and goes by the tag of Chocolate Thunder after hours does it."
Candace is quiet. The cat has gotten her tongue, "I plead the 5th."
"You aren't on trial," Quinn says jokingly.
"I know you are two are involved in something. Did you sleep with him in ?"
"Liv that would make me a tramp. I mean I had just met the guy that weekend. What would I look like sleeping with him so soon?"
"A lucky bitch! That's what," Quinn answers.
"And surely you aren't asking me. I kind of lost my Goodie Two Shoes badge with Fitz."
Quinn laughs, "And don't ask me...I slept with Charlie after he explained to me how he hacks computers. It was so damn hot, and he was rolling a lollipop around in his mouth. My curiosity got the best of was the second time he dropped off food at my store."
"Damn," Candace says. "Was it a disappointment?"
"Let's just say, he has a new lollipop now," Quinn teases.
"All this sex talk…." Liv says innocently.
"Says the woman who spent the after with her husband, in his office, getting fingered and God knows what else."
"Quinn," Liv says.
"My cousin the freak..I love it and yes we had animal sex up against the wall of his hotel room. I swear I levitated."
Quinn and Liv don't look surprised. They actually nod in agreement that it sounds about right. After they break the laughter, Liv answers, "I would love to have you hear for a while and so would Fitz and Mom and everyone else. They aren't sending you, are they?"
"Who?" Candace says.
"Fitz….or my mom…"
"No, I really like him Liv. He's flown out here twice and I flew in and met him in Santa Barbara last weekend."
"And you didn't tell me," Liv says.
"I was just trying to figure it all out."
"Listen, I'd love for you to come here. We have enough space for you to stay with us. We have a guest house."
"I don't want to intrude. Plus, Fitz's mom is staying with you. I can rent a house."
"You are staying with me...okay. And I think Barbara is close to buying a condo here."
"Okay, give me a couple of weeks and..the adventure begins," Candace says as they exchange I love you's and hang up.
"I know you miss her a lot, this will be good," Quinn says.
"Yeah, I think so…," Liv says looking at the swatches. "What do you think of this green and pink?"
"Green…."
"I love green," Liv answers.
"I suppose," Quinn answers shaking her head.
Liv takes a moment, thinking about Quinn said earlier, "I need you to get some info for me."
"What kind?"
"The illegal kind….only the services a lollipop can handle."
"Okay, Liv, what are you up to?"
"Nothing...whatever Charlie finds, I am going to give it to Fitz. I promise."
"Liv," Quinn says worriedly.
"I promise..you have my word. Come here, come feel the soccer show," she says beckoning for Quinn to feel the babies moving. Which appeals to Quinn more than she thought it would.
Abby is sitting at Chateau Marmont waiting on Mr. Friedman to arrive. She's texting with David who wants to whisk her away to Monterey for the weekend and she's more than happy at the possibility of spending some time away with the Numbers Man. Mr. Friedman walks up, clearing his throat rather overdramatically to get her attention.
"May I sit," he asks.
"Of course, you called this meeting."
"I've worked up a proposal, some numbers, some options for you and Ms. Pope to take a look at."
Abby holds up her hand, in the stop motion, wanting him to hear her good, "We've decided to not pursue this, at this time."
"Excuse me," he says a little shocked.
"We've decided not to pursue this at this time. Don't get me wrong, this is an amazing opportunity for her and for me but it's not the right time."
"Is it the pregnancy?" He asks.
"Yes, it is. Her pregnancy as I told you is high risk. She really can't think about something this big right now. It's not the right time."
He takes a short pause, drawing a cigarette and lighting it. Abby looks shocked, it's not an occurrence you see that frequently anymore. He notices her judgy stare, "I know it's an awful habit. For the most part I quit, but I draw one when I have to persuade someone to see things my way."
"Well, you are killing your lungs for nothing. I am not changing my mind."
"How about we take the next year and half to develop the concept, by that time, I imagine we can revisit this. I want Olivia Pope on televisions...….she deserves to be there."
"And what will the silent partner have to say about this? I can't imagine you making this offer will make him happy."
"Actually, he figured this would be the answer. We were ready with this option. Just in case."
"This silent partner is he interested in this investment or Olivia."
"We are all about the power of the purse. It's an added bonus Olivia is a beauty and brains to go with this he's a very busy man. He's back home in New York working on some projects that just fell in his lap, so..we can all use the time to connect all the dots."
Abby can't help but be glad that the deal is not over but there's still a chance. "I will talk it over with her."
"Your interest is piqued. I like that. That means you are going to champion the cause and help make this happen."
She swipes the smoke that is slowly trickling to her nose, "I champion what's best for Liv."
"Let's not fool ourselves, you are still trying to prove your worth as Abby Whelan, daughter of Burt Whelan, who left you with a nice purse to carry."
Abby tries not to react to his truth. No one thought she would be able to keep the radio station a float. They all figured it would go under water before the blink of an eye. It surprised everyone when she was able to turn it into the conglomerate it is. She knows she owes most of that to Olivia. She wants this but she's asking herself if she needs it. "Yes, I do want to make my father proud but I want to make a good business decision. So, let's see where this goes," she says getting up.
"I'll be in touch ."
"I am sure," she says walking away.
He quickly gets on his phone, texting, "You were right. They aren't ready but they aren't saying no. Option B appealed to her. If we play our cards right. We may have something."
The text comes back, "I'm a poker player...let's just relax."
"Okay," Mr. Friedman answers closing the text.
Liv could tell from Fitz's text that he hated that he would have to be at work a little late But she could sense something was wrong when he called to check on her. He didn't want to tell her on the phone and he had a proposition that he was sure would make him happy but he didn't know how Liv would feel. She was able to take a nap, she's been so tired. She's now ready to do the show.
Happy Thursday! Welcome to Twilight with Olivia! I know I've been a little unreliable these days but please know I appreciate you all. A lot has happened over this last year and is still happening. I got married as you know and now we are expecting very special little twin girls. My pregnancy is high risk but don't worry I'm being well taken care of. I am being so well taken care of that I want to dedicate tonight's show to the people in your life who is, the one, your person. My husband is my person. He sits with me every night that I do the show to make sure momma and babies are doing okay. He will read a book. Sometimes, he reads a magazine. He'll even watch television on mute, just to be here with me. That's just how sweet he is. So tonight, I'm asking you husbands and wives, boyfriends and girlfriends, partners and lovers about your person. Who is your person? And why? But, before I take your calls let's kick off the night with Madonna's, Crazy for You." Liv looks at the lines buzzing on the laptop grid. She smiles at the reaction she immediately gets. Her phone buzzes. She looks down to see its Fitz, She picks up, "I thought you had one more meeting."
"I am almost finished. I should be home about 10. Are you okay?"
"I am good, your mom is out having dinner with your dad. And don't ask…" She laughs, "And Victoria is studying for a chemistry exam."
"Is Rosie there?"
"Of course, she knows not to leave unless an adult is here," she laughs, at how that sounds.
"Okay, be home soon. I love you."
"I love you too," she answers.
"Btw, I am crazy for you…you are definitely my person."
She smiles, "I better be," she answers as she hangs up. He holds the phone to his mouth cracking the cutest boyish smile.
Liv takes her first phone call, "Hi Cheryl! Thanks for calling us tonight. Who is your person?"
"You said you are having a difficult pregnancy, I am too. My husband and I have had to make a very difficult decision concerning our pregnancy. We are going to have to terminate," she says with her voice cracking. Liv is instantly hit with the pain of her words, knowing that could be her.
"I'm so sorry Cheryl! I don't know what your situation is, but I've been faced with that possibility and it scares me," Liv's throat catches, she didn't count on full transparency with her audience.
"Are you going to do it?"
"No, I'm not. I have a chance to carry my babies as long as I can but it will be a rough delivery road to travel," Liv catches her heart that's breaking for Cheryl.
"You asked why my husband is my person. He's never left my side. As much as we want this baby, he doesn't want me to risk my health and there really is no option. So, I want my husband to know how much I love how he puts me first."
"What's your husband's name Cheryl?"
"Brad...his name is Brad."
"Brad, thank you for being Cheryl's person. I'm sorry for your loss but this is not the end of your journey. I hope you both believe that. Cheryl, stay on the line. I want to give you some information. I'm dedicating this song to the both of you, When You Believe by Whitney Houston and Mariah Carey. I hope it brings you comfort." The song starts to play and Liv is inundated with stories that pull at her heartstrings but the comfort in her sharing her words brings her comfort. That's how her night goes, full of her heartwarming stories of love and loss and the people who are there through it all.
Fitz comes home to find the house quiet. Meeting went longer than he thought. He figures they'll have the conversation in the morning and he's hoping a little more nibbling will do the trick. He decides to check on all the Grant women, one by one. He opens the door to find his mom asleep. He knows he needs to get to the bottom of his parents but that will have to wait. He slowly opens the door to find Victoria knocked out with her headphones still on her ears and books around her. He takes the headphones off and lightly moves the book, which startles her.
"Dad," she says softly.
"Go back to sleep," he says.
"Okay," she says and turns over.
He stands in the door and smiles..and eases it back closed. He walks into their bedroom. The lights are still on but Liv is fast asleep in the recliner. Their flat screen is playing a show she's binging on Netflix. He decides to take a quick shower which feels good to wash off the day. He gets in the recliner next to her. He brought him a match one so they can sleep together. He gets comfortable. She begins to stir, without opening her eyes, she shuffles to a new position and says, "Thank you for being my person," groggily. He smiles kissing her hand and holding it as he falls asleep.
It's the next morning and Fitz and Bibi are downstairs having coffee. George is starting to prepare breakfast. Liv is not awake yet.
"Do you think it was sabotage?" Bibi asks.
"I honestly think it was mom. We had the inspectors there and they said the structure was completely sound and then this happens."
"Who would want to sabotage you? You've worked above board since taking over, unlike your father."
"I've tried...I have. Everyone wanted this project tho and Grant Realty got it."
"Well, when you go, you find out what's wrong."
"That's what I plan to do. We had a worker there who shouldn't have been there and he got hurt."
"When do you have to leave for New York?' She asks as Liv is slowly coming down the back stairs that lead to the kitchen. She hears the question asked.
She stops dead in her tracks at the food of the stairs, "You are going to New York," and her reaction surprises her. She's quickly hit with fear.
Fitz moves over to the stairs to bring her over to the table, "Good morning beautiful!" He says kissing her lips.
"Good morning," she says, looking at him quizzically. She then reaches down and gives Bibi a kiss.
"Good morning sweetheart!" Bibi says. "How are my grandbabies?" She asks.
"They are good and active and very hungry."
George pipes in, "Blueberry pancakes coming right up…"
"And cracked pepper bacon please," she says with the excitement of a child.
George looks over at Fitz, "You heard the lady," he chuckles.
"Why are you going to New York? For how long?" She asks.
"This could take a week or two. I don't know," he says sadly.
"Don't worry, I'll be here honey," Bibi says.
"I want you to go with me," Fitz says quickly.
"What?"
"Fitz, are you sure?" Bibi asks.
"Yes, I'm already upset I have to go but I don't want to leave you. I'll just worry the entire time. And maybe it will be good for you to just do nothing," Fitz says carefully thinking he will get a push back.
"I think so too," Liv surprisingly says.
Fitz double squints his eyes, surprised. "Are you sure?"
"I am positive. I want to," Liv answers.
"I am not going to argue," he responds kissing her. He looks over at Bibi, "Mom."
"Don't worry, I will watch the house and Victoria. You figure out what the hell happened with the building and that project, just leave me the instructions."
"What happened? And, what project?" Liv asks.
"We will talk about it on the flight. Let's get packed. Whatever you don't pack I'll buy when we get there."
Liv looks over at Bibi, "He's so dreamy!" As she laughs and Bibi laughs. "Okay, let me call , we need to find a doctor there just in case...to be safe."
Fitz hadn't thought of it, "That's a good idea."
"What time are we leaving?"
"Noon," he answers calling Marcus.
They both make their perspective calls. Liv calls Abby who doesn't pick up, she leaves a message. "He Abs, I am on my way to New York. I know it's shitty of me to call such short notice but I'll be gone a week or two, I don't know. Listen, we need to talk when I get back." She sighs and hangs up the phone. She goes upstairs and packs.
They are on their way to the Big Apple for R&R and investigating all into one. What does the big city have in store for them?
What is going to happen in New York?!
