Fitz leaned back in his chair. The office was almost empty. Tomorrow he would be a year older. It was a tradition for him to reflect on the last year on the eve of his birthday. A new marriage and a lot of money. He could afford to quit, but he wasn't leaving his position. His dad would call him lazy until his last breath if he stopped working. He was surprised to get a package in the mail from his parents. A set of gold golf clubs. He hadn't received a birthday gift since he was a kid, and it was always given to him by his nanny. Well, he could include the handmade cards Karen made him every year until she started middle school.

"Mr. Grant you have a package."

Fitz took the box from his secretary. He frowned seeing the name of the sender. Mellie Ballard. Happy birthday and wedding anniversary even though you didn't get me shit for mine. I still think about you sometimes. Fitz laughed at the bottle of moonshine and the paper attached to it with a rubber band.

It was weird sharing a child with someone he would never date. It was a relationship of hatred, shared experiences, and still being there for each other despite their hatred for each other. He knew he could still call her if he needed a ride home from the bar on a Saturday night. She would bitch about him wasting money on fancy scotch when she had moonshine everywhere. Sometimes he blamed himself for Mellie not living up to her potential. If he hadn't knocked her up at that party, maybe she wouldn't have dropped out of college. She had big dreams when they met. The small town girl from Virginia was going to be a senator. That ended when she had Karen and started making her own alcohol. Sadly, Mellie was probably his only real friend before he met Olivia.

The love of his life, Olivia was his something special. No matter how difficult the work day, thinking of Olivia would make him smile. He kicked himself almost every day knowing that he could have possibly married her when she moved to DC seven years ago. He didn't give her a chance to say hello. His emotions changed over the years when he thought about Olivia. It was anger for Karen having to deal with Mila, being attracted to Olivia and keeping her at a distance, seeing her climb the corporate ladder and becoming his competition made him gain a level of respect for her. There were many days that he wanted to say hello or start a conversation. Olivia never made eye contact, and she was always trying to get away from him. He was too arrogant to apologize.

Now, he would spend hours daydreaming of their days and nights together outside of work. Being able to explore every inch of her body and kissing her after a long day at work. Knowing how to make her laugh, her favorite foods and looking forward to their nighttime routine every day. He loved the smell of their different scents mixed together after a shower. His room smelled like oranges, cedarwood, champagne and sugar. He needed to find the name of that scent. Whatever it was, she had the scent in lotions and candles. The scent always welcomed him home after a long day at work. In the morning, she smelled like basil and lemon. That scent was the reason why he was late for work this morning.

"Mr. Grant. Olivia Pope is on line one."

"Hello Sweet Baby."

"Are you going to work all day?"

"Do you miss me?"

"What do you want for dinner?"

"My face between your thighs."

"Okay, I'll choose the restaurant. Do you want to invite Karen and Mila?"

"No. I plan on having you for dessert. We won't be at the restaurant long."

Olivia laughed, "Okay, I'm waiting for you my darling husband."

"I'm leaving the office now."