Hi y'all, here's another chapter for you. I really appreciate the reviews and response I received for last chapter. Just a heads up, this chapter is a continuation of the last one. I started writing and this is what I came up with. I hope you enjoy Chapter 98!

I looked at my reflection in the full length mirror in the bedroom. I was dressed in a slip, still trying to decide what I was going to wear while Fitz delivered his prime time address. If I knew what Fitz was planning to wear, it would be easier for me to decide. Fitz liked it when he and I would color coordinate. I decided that I would wear dresses from now on, at least for the duration of the pregnancy. Dresses were easier to get into and out of, and I have gotten tired of wearing trousers lately.

Fitz had told me last night when he asked me what I thought about his address, that he wanted to channel FDR's fireside chats and put a modern spin on it. The purpose of the address is to put an agenda in motion that would benefit the African American community. He wanted to let the African American community know that he was in their corner and he was going to be the best ally possible at all times, and he was going to use the bully pulpit of the Presidency to right the wrongs that African Americans have suffered at the hands of white people.


"Do box braids enhance your natural curl pattern?" I asked Liv, as I entered through the door of the bedroom. She stood in front of the mirror, debating with herself, whether or not to straighten her hair or wear it curly. She turned around to face me. "It can. It just depends on how long my hair was in braids. My hair has been in braids for what, three days? It should not make a difference anyway, the focus should be on you, not me."

"You know how you keep telling me about the optics of things? Well, it should make a difference. Why do you straighten your hair in the first place? Because of the Eurocentric standard of beauty that black women think they need to follow to be taken seriously. That makes no sense at all to me. Your hair is a part of who you are, and you should be able to express yourself the way you want to, Livvie. You have choices, you shouldn't let society tell you how you should be. I told you before that when you wear your hair naturally that you seem more at ease and carefree. You are beautiful to me no matter how you decide to wear your hair. It is your hair, you decide, no one else. Think about it, you decide what you wear. If you decide to wear your hair naturally, you will set an example to other women and little girls that look like you, will know that it is okay to wear your hair and whatever else you choose to wear, the way you want to. You set the trends, don't let anyone tell you any different."


"Do you want to sit in the front or do you want to be beside me before I go up to the podium?" Fitz asked me as I was trying to decide between an empire waisted dress and a peplum dress, both of them white.

"That depends. If you want me to make remarks and introduce you before the address, I can sit next to you on stage. If you want me to be front and center, I can be in front. It's up to you, it doesn't make any difference to me. I can do either one."

"Do you want my help?" I heard Fitz ask, as I sat in front of the mirror, undoing the box braids and finger combing my hair. Fitz was coming from the bathroom, freshly showered and dressed in a dark suit that almost looked like a tuxedo. "What are you proposing to help me with? My hair or zipping me into my dress?"

"That's up to you. I can do either one," he has a playful smirk on his face as he parroted what I had told him, an hour and a half ago.

It was twenty minutes later, when I finally got my hair looking the way I wanted it to. I stood in front of Fitz with my back turned. "Please zip me up." I heard the zipper of the dress go up, but not before I felt Fitz kiss me gently on the back of my neck.

"You look like an angel, Sweet Baby." I looked at him in the mirror as I did a once over in the mirror at my reflection. I smiled at him gently. I ended up going with the white peplum dress; I pretended to adjust the peplum ruffle. For some reason, I still felt butterflies in my stomach. I don't know why; I wasn't the one who was going to give a major address in prime time.

"Thank you, for the compliment. I don't think angels would feel butterflies in their stomach though," I told him in a meek tone.


"Butterflies? Why are you nervous?" I asked Livvie as I watched her put in her gold hoop earrings. "I wish I could tell you. I don't know why I am nervous. I'm not the one giving the prime time address."

"You know that you don't have to be nervous for yourself all the time, don't you? You can be nervous on someone else's behalf. Are you nervous for me, Livvie?"

"I think you might be right. I am nervous for you," she said. "You have no reason to be nervous. Everything is going to be fine." I turn Livvie around and kiss her on her forehead.

What did you think of this chapter? The next chapter is coming up soon, and it will be the prime time address. Until next time...Taylor