Hi y'all! Here's another chapter for you. I will be updating more frequently with lengthier chapters. The state of Ohio is on lockdown because of COVID19. So I will have all the time in the world, to update like I have been intending to, yay! I really appreciate your reviews and the response for last chapter. I hope you enjoy Chapter 97!

I come to you today, humbly in my position as President of the United States, to ask for forgiveness to African Americans in this country for the sins of my forefathers who were the perpetrators of inhumane injustices in the form of slavery, segregation and other particular violences committed that are too numerous to name.

As many of you know, I am registered as a Republican. But I am here to tell you that I seek to change my political affiliation from Republican to Democratic as I seek re-election to this office. You may now be asking why now.

You may know that my father, Fitzgerald Grant II, was California Governor and a U.S Senator for a time and I was expected to follow in his footsteps because of the privilege that I was afforded because he was my father. My father and I were not close by any means. But there was a part of me that wanted him to be proud of me. I guess that is the part of me that is a lost little boy seeking the love of his father. However, in saying that, I was a Republican more or less due to family tradition. I was a Republican in name only, but my policy positions and personal beliefs are more aligned with the Democratic Party.

Now I started this address asking forgiveness to the African American community. Actions speak louder than words. My agenda is to seek reparations for the descendants of slaves. How do I plan on paying for this? I am going to put my salary towards this as well as decrease the size of the United States military to one quarter of its current size. The United States has the second largest military in the world. China has the largest military force. It makes no sense to have a military that size. I will reallocate the funds to services such as the Department Of Defense. Since I am wanting to decrease the size of the military, I will decrease the size of the budget to the department as I see fit.

I am aware that the United States is a superpower, but I want to believe that this country is a beacon of hope for those who seek refuge from oppression. In saying that, I want to increase the budget to the Department Of State and create diplomacy within the United States. The diplomacy in the United States, starts with the action that I am proposing to overhaul and rehabilitate the relationship that African Americans have with the United States as a whole...

I continued to write this address and before I knew it, I had four pages written and it was an hour before my daily morning briefing. I needed to get some sleep. I would not be able to function without any sleep. I took the papers and put them in my pocket. I told Lauren that I would not be back in the office until this afternoon. I made my way back to the Residence.


"I was wondering where you were," Livvie said with a yawn, as I walked into the bedroom. I made my way to the bed and settled next to her, finally lying down after being in the Oval Office for nearly five hours writing.

"I couldn't sleep. I didn't want to wake you up, so I went to the Oval Office and started writing this," I told her as I gave her the papers of the speech I finished writing not even an hour ago.


"What is this?" I asked Fitz, my curiosity was piqued, as he handed me a small stack of paper with his distinctive script from top to bottom on every page. "Read it, and see for yourself," he said with a yawn, settling down next to me trying to get some sleep.

So this was what Fitz had on his mind. As I read what he wrote, just by the length alone, he has been thinking about it for a while. The way the words seemed to come off on each page, it seemed to be more of a long form diary entry versus a speech.

When I least expected it, tears streamed down my face. If I thought I couldn't love Fitz anymore than I already do, my heart seemed to grow more in love with him right in this particular moment.

I continued to read the speech further. 'I feel compelled to say this, and back this up by swift and necessary actions, because if I do not, I would be a hypocrite otherwise. I am sure that you are aware that I am in love with an incredible woman, who is African American. I fell in love with her when I least expected it to happen. But when you are in love, that love will have you do things that will surprise you in the most fulfilling ways imaginable. When I look at my beloved in the eyes, I want to do everything that is within my power to make her happy.

I have long come to this realization: African Americans are the backbone of the United States, but they are treated with the utmost disrespect, as if they were meant to be treated as the scum of the earth. I am absolutely disgusted on behalf of the African American community. Frankly, if anyone deserved to be treated with such disdain, it would be white people. If white Americans had any idea of the daily discriminatory actions that African Americans are forced to deal with, if white people had any type of empathy or moral code, they would think twice about their actions implicit and explicit. I am using the bully pulpit of the office of the United States Presidency, to set forth an agenda to right the wrongs that African Americans have endured at the hands of white Americans who felt the need to flaunt their supposed superiority. As the preamble of the Constitution states: We hold these truths to be self evident that all men are created equal. I am going to make it my mission of this administration to make sure that the promise of the country rings true for African Americans. The United States should be a safe haven to its citizens not a disaster zone.'

"What did you think of the address that I had written?" Fitz asked me a few hours later, coming into the bedroom, after he finished the day that started late in the Oval Office. "It was—wow. Fitz, I had no idea. I'm—", I couldn't find the words. "You're speechless," he supplied as he knelt in front of me, as I sat on the end of the bed. All I could do was nod my head in the affirmative. "I love you. I want to do right by you and I want to use this platform to do something radical that needs to be done. I meant every word of that address. I want to say all of this in a prime time slot in the next couple of days. Not only that, after I make the address, in the few days after I make the address on television, I want you and I to have an exclusive interview with James, to discuss the plans that I proposed in the address in detail, as well as announcing the pregnancy and our plans to marry," Fitz was optimistically persistent in what he said to me. Before I could say a word, he kissed me gently. "I don't want to waste time. I don't want to hide you away. I want to shout from the rooftops about you and how you make me feel, Livvie. I want the world to know that you are everything to me. This is good." I could feel the butterflies fluttering in my stomach. I was feeling a mixture of nervousness and excitement. But in spite of what I was feeling at this moment, I smiled at him. "This is a good thing," I repeat his sentiments and go in for a kiss.

What did you think of this chapter? The prime time address is next! Until next time...Taylor