Chapter 82
He couldn't believe how quickly the weeks had gone by. Inauguration Day was here. Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III was pleased it was happening because he had wanted to win. And win he had. He had trounced his opponent. America had wanted him to serve a second term and he was happy about it. His first term had its trepidations, after all there had been that pesky little problem of Defiance. This time he had won totally on his own.
His anger hadn't known any bounds when he had found out what had been done. The infamous Cabal of Five had rigged the election four years ago. He had wanted to punish them all, including Olivia. And he had punished them one by one. As for Olivia, he had punished her for as long as he could. He loved her too much to go through life without her. Attempting to punish Olivia had been a huge mistake. By the time he had realized it Olivia was determined to punish him for punishing her. They had almost lost the most important thing in their lives because of that particular piece of foolishness, each other. Eventually they each had sought forgiveness and slowly but surely it was given. They had forgiven each other and moved on. They had moved on and now there was today.
He had won the Presidency on his own fair and square. He had four more years to complete the things he wanted to leave as his legacy. He now had the right woman at his side and they would see that it was what it should be. His father had thought he didn't have what it took to be a great President. Big Jerry didn't even think he had what it took to be President period! He was wrong. The history books would show it!
It wasn't that he was trying to prove anything to a dead man, that wasn't the case. What he did now, what he hoped to accomplish with this second term was to be a testament to his family. He was committed to being the best President, husband, and father he could be for Olivia and his children. Karen and Jerry would be basically young adults when his second term ended. They were already on a path in life. That path by the virtue of who he was, who their grandfather was, their inherited wealth, and because of privilege, was basically assured. It was up to him to make sure that a path was forged for his other children. The Grant legacy and wealth was assured for them as well. His job as the father of Ari and Ali, and as the President was to have a part in making the United States of America the best it could be. If America was a better place then, the lives of Arianna and Alianna would be better! Every piece of legislation he signed from this day forward would be geared to that end.
This second Inauguration was a good thing and it was going to be a happy thing. He had spoken to Olivia at length a week ago and things had been on track. So, there was no reason to assume that today wouldn't go off as a well-thought-out project. Olivia had made it very plain to the inaugural committee chair what they had wanted this event to be this time around. She had interjected the things that they wanted and she had rejected those that they didn't. The musical guests were set including one that he had secretly specified himself. He loved the song. His only regret was that the man that had made it famous wasn't here to sing it. It was a special surprise and he wanted it sung expressly for Olivia at the last ball they attended. Inauguration night would always be a special night for them. At least for him it would be. He had already claimed Olivia for his very own months before. However that night, when she came to him in the Oval was burned into his brain. Oh what a night! It was beyond special.
That had been six years ago. He and Olivia were doing so well. Everything was falling into place for them. Olivia had found her way into this life with him. She was doing amazing things as First Lady. She was staying close to home most of the time but she had ventured out on her own away from DC a few times. Other times she had packed the girls up and taken them with her. She hadn't spent the night away from them since they were six-weeks old.
They were growing up so fast it seemed. Two and a half months had changed them a lot. They were both flipping over and they were actually trying to reach out for things. They were smiling all the time. They knew Olivia's voice, they knew his, and they responded. He was so enthralled with Ari and Ali. He couldn't imagine now as a father missing out on this time with them. When he thought about what he had missed with Jerry and Karen it broke his heart because he should have been a much better man than he was back them. His dislike of Mellie had broken a bond that he should've made with his children. He knew that now and it ate at his soul. He had talked to Olivia about it. They shared everything and she had finally gotten him to get off of the guilt trip he was on.
"Be the best father you can be to them now Fitz. That's what you are doing and they know it. You have talked it out with them. They know where you were in your first marriage. They know that you neglected them because you were lost in your misery. They were lost in it too. They have forgiven you Fitz. They love you and you are on the right track with them. You will never be able to make up every single slight in their lives. That won't happen, but they know that you will never let them down again. They know that and I know that. You're a good man and you are a good father. In fact, you are the best of fathers in my opinion. I for one am so glad I made babies with you!"
Her words had humbled him. Olivia was his rock and she had guided him into being the father he was now. He loved his children all of them. They were the best part of him his children. His older children were brilliant minds that would one day shape the world. His younger ones he suspected would one day shape it too. All of his children were exceptional. Olivia had mothered them all, they hadn't any choice but to be exceptional.
Speaking of his wife she was down in the Salon getting herself pampered for tonight. She had shared with him her sartorial wares for the Inaugural starting with the annual prayer breakfast. She always shared when they were going somewhere as a couple. She abhorred couples that went out in coordinating dresswear. Nonetheless as she pointed out a couple must mesh in what they wore as not to "color clash" when they were together. Thus far the two of them had made front page news no matter where they went together. Olivia of course, was beautiful in anything she wore. He was simply an accessory as far as he was concerned. His wife had clued him in though. He was more than an accessory. He was her partner and she always wanted him to shine beside her.
"You are the most handsome men on the planet to me Fitz. Every woman in America and everywhere else would die to take you home at night. I want you resplendent every time you face your legend of admirers. I like seeing them jealous of me. That doesn't mean they can touch though. They can only look and have wishful dreams."
His wife flattered him and he liked it. It still mattered to him that he liked what she saw. They both felt that way. They both worked out to keep their bodies fit. They swam together at least once a week and when he could talk Olivia into it, they made love in the pool, Idaho style. He doubted if their love life could be any better. Olivia was all he dreamed for in a lover. She answered every craving he had. And he prayed he was answering hers. The twins were sleeping through the night and on the nights that they chose to play, they played hard. He after all had spent almost twelve years celibate. He hesitated to say he was trying to make up for lost time but he was on a mission. He loved having sex with his wife!
It had been several days now since the two of them had made love. They had gotten away from the days when they scheduled days and nights for sex. They were once again spontaneous. When one of them wanted, there was an immediate response. He was a blessed man in so much as he had a wife that seemed to enjoy sex as much as he did. And tonight, was going to be a reunion of sorts and he was as anxious as could be. He had special plans for the evening. He was taking his Cinderella to the Balls tonight. There would be dancing and then he intended to have his way with her.
Olivia was so excited. It was Inauguration Day. Her husband was visibly anxious and happy. She could tell. He seemed to have finally let go of Defiance and all that it curtailed. He had long forgiven her for her part in the mess. And finally, he had let go of whatever residual feelings he had about it. He knew that he was good enough, he was brilliant enough, he was charismatic enough, all of it. He was more than capable of being President of the USA. He didn't need a prop. He didn't need voting machines to help him win. She had finally gotten through to him. Defiance was simply a stepping stone to where he was going, to where he was supposed to be. She had known he was destined to be great. It was why after much hesitation she had joined the cabal. She now knew now it was what she was supposed to have done. She didn't interfere with destiny; she had gone along with it.
Her head and her mind were clear. She had moved on and finally her husband had. They were on their way to great things together. There was a huge smile plastered across her face. She had all the things she had dreamed about. Fitz was hers. She had a family, a real one and she dared anyone to try and take it from her. She was serious. No one had better not come for her family. She thought back to Edison and what he had done. When she had finally gotten up the nerve to speak to Fitz about that night she had. She had envisioned Fitz having banished Edison to some Island forever as punishment. She had looked at him and asked where would he send him? Fitz had looked at her incredulous. It was obvious he wondered why she would ask the question. His answer had startled her.
"Where do you think I sent him Olivia. He dared to touch what was mine. He coveted you and thought to kill me and have you as the spoils of his labor. You are mine Olivia; you have been since the first night that you lay down with me. You loved me and I loved you! Davis knew this and he had known it for a while. It's why he hated me enough to try and have me killed. Instead, I lived and still he had the unmitigated gall to drug you, kidnap you, and endanger our unborn children. He thought to eventually rape you had you not capitulated to his demands, surely you knew that was his intentions. Davis was the Devil's own spawn. Where did I send him? I sent him to Hell Olivia, where he belongs. He never gets to put his hands on you again."
"Edison Davis is dead?"
"He is. I would rather not discuss him Olivia. My entire psyche is still raw about that entire episode. My body is still in a mode I'd rather not be in right now because of the Davis affair. This thing has taken me back to a place I left years ago. You are my family Olivia. I protect what is mine."
He had killed a man because of her. She had known it before she asked the question. What she had wanted was a finality to the situation with Edison Davis. She wanted to know that she no longer had to worry about an assassin hunting for him. She wanted him safe and Edison had been a danger to Fitz. She had thought herself capable of killing him herself when she thought back to the entire affair. He was a threat to their happiness and their future. His elimination had to happen. And as she sat there watching her nails being painted her favorite shade she thought of her children. They were safe and sound back in the master suite with their nurses and Secret Service agents right outside of the doors to the residence. If anything or anyone dared to interfere with their tranquility and seek to harm her family; she knew that she was as capable of killing as her husband. She would protect what was hers as well.
She wondered what had put her in this mood to bring Edison into her thoughts. Her husband had told her to put it all out of her mind. Their problems were over. They all were safe in this Presidential cocoon. She believed him so what in the world brought this bit of gloom and doom into her head? She hadn't seen any visions other than love and happiness for she and Fitz. She needed to get back on track. He was to meet Fitz in the dining hall for the customary Prayer Breakfast at nine-fifteen. It was more of a brunch this year. In fact, the invitations had said Inaugural Brunch. She was trying to make this day as different from the last Grant Inaugural as possible. It was a very important event. It was almost eight-thirty she needed this done.
Her manicure and pedicure completed she headed back to the Residence. Her breakfast ensemble was laid out and ready to go. Olivia had invested in a wardrobe mistress and stylist of her choosing. She had always worn minimum make-up and she still did. However, she also hired a make-up artist for her personal appearances with her husband. Jean-Claude was exceptional. She had summarily dismissed all of Mellie's minions. They had no place in a White House where she was mistress.
Today was going to be their day and tonight was their night. They would celebrate his victory along with the nation. And when that was over, the rest of the night was for them. As for today, she would flounce around the White House like the queen her husband thought her to be. Her nails were now perfectly done and she had the most perfect ensemble she was wearing to the Inaugural Brunch. Afterwards she and Fitz were spending the afternoon with the twins. They were still having snacks with Karen and Jerry this evening. It was a chance mainly to discuss tonight. Food was being served at each and every ball. After snacks she would help Karen apply a small amount of make-up for Children's ball. It was what mothers did with their daughters. Karen was technically residing over the Kids Ball and she was over the moon.
Olivia had arranged for Children's Ball to commence at seven in the White House for the kids. It would be chaperoned by the Secret Service and Cook once the Presidential couple took their leave. They were able to invite twenty-five friends each. There was a dee-jay on deck to play the music teenagers wanted to hear. Karen and Jerry had chosen the music and the menu. There was an "open bar" with a delightful selection of non-alcoholic drinks. The event would end at eleven. The President and his wife would make their first appearance at the Children's Ball. As were the custom, the President and his wife would dance to a song of their choice. They also intended to dance with the children before exiting the ball. Fitz would dance with Karen and Olivia would dance with Jerry. That and other little tidbits would be televised just as the other balls would. The couple would attend a total of five balls and the evening for public viewing would wrap.
Olivia was as anxious as a new bride. It had been days for her and she was "hot to trot." She had missed her husband and she wanted him with a passion. They had almost done the deed this morning. She had awakened this morning like so many others with her husband nestled behind her with the object of her affection at full attention. Somehow, no matter how they started their night of slumber they always ended up in that position. She wanted to back up on it and take it inside her. She needed it! She wanted it!
"Good morning Sweet Baby. You were sleeping so peacefully I didn't have the heart to wake you for what we both need this morning because I know there is tonight. Our babies are stirring as well. They aren't making a fuss but they are awake." Olivia turned in his arms to face him.
"Thanks for the extra snooze. I needed it. Arianna was cranky again last night. I kept getting up to check on her. She never became feverish but I was worried. Helga seems to think her burp wasn't big enough to expel stomach gases. I surely could feel something wasn't right. I walked her for almost forty minutes before she let out a behemoth burp. She then politely went to sleep. What time is it?"
"It's seven o'clock."
"Well, that was only about two hours ago. I didn't wake you because I know you have to be out of here this morning. Then I saw you were right awake with us as I walked her. I love the way you share everything with me and the babies. You're the best of fathers!"
"I want to Livvie, I want to share it all. The two of us made those babies and they are the best of us. I will always be here for you. Never doubt it. You have been so busy and yesterday was outright crazy. You've been a busy bee. I know everything will be perfect today because you have basically overseen everything. Have I told you how much I appreciate and love you this morning? I haven't. I love you Mrs. Grant, more than anything. I appreciate what you have done with our family. I love that you have embraced your role as First Lady. You have handled the upcoming Inaugural activities with utmost distinction. You have been amazing Olivia. You have made our older children feel so involved. They are happy as larks just the way children should be. Thank-you a million times for all you do. I do love you so."
"I love you back, more than I could ever say. I can't wait for tonight. I have missed you so much. And you are right we both need a bout of loving so much. Plus, we get to dance. You know how much I love dancing. Tonight, is going to be great fun. Four years ago, I was so filled with jealousy. I watched you and Mellie for a little while going from Ball to Ball until my heart couldn't take it. I promised myself I wouldn't cry about it but I was so wounded. I finally came to grips with it. I wasn't your wife and I had no right to be with you on that night nor to be jealous. I immersed myself in my work. Finally, I had finished for the evening but for some reason I couldn't leave the building. I was just sitting there on my couch in a mood and my phone rang. It was you. Somehow, I knew it would be. I wanted to hear your voice before I left for K Street."
"You knew I would call Olivia because you knew I wanted to see you. Did you ever think why I called your office instead of K Street? You are never at your desk at that hour but somehow, I knew you would be there waiting for me. We are such kindred spirits even without our telepathy. I have some of the best memories of my life from that night four years ago. Everything about it is imprinted on my brain. Sometimes I close my eyes and try to relive it."
"It is imprinted on my brain as well. However, it's one of our few encounters I haven't dreamed about yet. I had never experienced such extreme pleasure atop of a desk. In fact, I had never made love atop of a desk. So, I hardly knew that such pleasure as we experienced that night was possible. You were so powerful and masterful. Fitz I will never ever forget that night in the Oval and that resolute desk. And of course, it didn't end there. That was also the night you introduced me to the alcove that I had no idea existed. After a while I thought for sure Mellie would come looking for you. We stayed in there for hours. How many rounds did we enjoy in there?"
"Only two, but our total that night was three incredible rounds of lovemaking. All this talk of resolute desks and "rounds" of that particular night has me wanting to stay right here and do what we do but I know we can't. A quickie would hardly do what we both need justice. We have to get moving. My day is starting early in less than an hour. Reminiscing with you always makes my dick harder than stone Olivia. You know better and I know better. My quick hot shower just turned into a quick cold one. Thank-you wife!"
"Come on husband you can't blame me for this. (One of her hands was gently pumping him while the other one had her fingertips pinching his nipple) You were already a stone-hard case when you awakened me. That dick you refer to was a hare's breadth from being inside me!"
"Yes, it was Livvie," he said between clenched teeth. He eased that special-sized middle finger inside her right after he said Livvie. Olivia threw back her head, closed her eyes, and moaned. "You're wet."
"Yes, I am, wet and needy."
Their babies had allowed this little bit of foreplay between their parents for long enough. It was time to eat or so Alianna Pope-Grant surmised. She started crying right on cue. Her sister was looking at the intricate make-up of the mobile hanging over her bed. The thing fascinated her. Alianna was not so moved, she continued to cry. The case of the stone hard dick was closed!
Olivia moved both of her hands to the face of her husband. She was looking him straight in the eyes as she tightened her walls on that lone finger and gyrated against his hand. She closed her eyes for a second or two more she spoke.
"Tonight, is going to be special isn't it?"
"It is." He moved his finger just a bit deeper within her before gently pulling back and then out of her. He gently rubbed that same finger across her lips and nudged at her lips. Olivia opened her mouth sucking the finger in and her juices from it before she released it. Her husband was on fire and his eyes had turned dark. "Go! I'll be out of the shower in five and I'll take care of Ari. If she can't wait give her the Binky."
Olivia went into bathroom to wash her hands. She stood at the sink as her husband strode pass in all his glory on his way to the shower. He looked like a Greek God in the mornings and today was no exception. The only exception was that he was fully aroused and ready for action and so was she. However, they were both going to have to douse cold water on the fire that had ignited in their bodies. It was time for their babies to eat! "Mommy's coming sweethearts. And daddy's coming too. You both are about to get breakfast!
The Inaugural Breakfast had started. Those that had a seat near the President were elated. His beautiful new wife was at his side and people were gawking. The program before the breakfast had been short and sweet. Olivia had seen to that. A prayer breakfast that extended into lunch wasn't happening. Sally was mistress of ceremony as she had been last year. She was the Vice President and she was a religious zealot, who else would it be? After four years, Fitz had calmed her zealous nature somewhat, she wasn't nearly as problematic as she had been in the beginning of their tenure. Their partnership had evolved and Fitz' winning a second term had tied her to him if she hoped to become the first female president in four years. She certainly would need the help of the man sitting at the head of the table.
Last year there was a total of ten tables with ten people at each table. They had been scattered around the room. This year there were 5 long tables in the middle of the room in a straight line. There were twenty people at each table. At the head table was the Executive Branch of American government and directly beside him was his wife. Olivia was prepared to sit across from her husband. He didn't want that. He wanted her beside him and he was very explicit about it. So, there she sat looking adoringly at her husband as he spoke directly to those in attendance.
It was a very casual affair in that there wasn't a podium. The speakers at the event were fitted with electronic devices. When it was their turn to speak and they simply clipped on the device, stood and spoke. The musical selections were done by the Howard University Gospel Choir. They brought the house down. The university had received a generous donation for their time. The President had personally thanked them and their director. They were staying for breakfast in the White House cafeteria as a special treat. Breakfast would now be served for the one-hundred and two attendees. Menus had been provided to the guests in advance and they had been turned in. Guest were seated numerically. Servers brought out your choices and you dined. The choices were entrees of blackened salmon and grits, scrambled eggs with bacon or sausage, pancakes with bacon or sausage, or a vegetable omelet. Side choices were grits, home fried potatoes, scalloped apples, toast, or croissant. Water, juices, coffee, and tea were available.
Olivia had chosen the blackened salmon and a special side order of grilled onions and peppers. Her husband had chosen the vegetable omelet with generous sides of bacon and sausage. They both had Perrier water over ice. They both practiced serious intermittent dieting. Cyrus and Jimmy had been to the left of the President and his wife. Along with the Langston on the right, the other six couples at the table were distinguished clergy and their spouses. There was some upbeat conversation but most were enjoying the delicious meal. At precisely eleven-thirty the President stood up at the head of the table and thanked everyone for coming. The same pastor that had given the invocation ended the service. Fitz and Olivia had spent about twenty minutes mingling with the group before breakfast so it was indeed concluding.
It was time to get back to the girls. The President had two previously planned phone calls with a Prime Minister and a King. Afterwards he planned to be back at the residence. He was spending the afternoon with Olivia and the twins. Their first Ball of the night started right here in the White House with their kids. They would be part of that festivity for about thirty or forty minutes. The kids wanted to show them off Karen had said. They were to impress their friends or suffer the consequences per Karen!
Fitz had selected his tux days ago. He wouldn't change throughout the evening. His job was to simply squire the belle of the ball around town and dance with her. His job was going to be easy. Olivia was wearing four different outfits tonight. She was starting a new tradition at the Inaugural Balls. It would no doubt be the talk of the town. She was doing a quick change for each Ball. She would start out in her white formal Stella M, but after that she was showcasing up and coming new designers. In complete harmony with one of Olivia's newest initiatives all the new designers were American and diverse. Outside of Stella she was being dressed by an African-American, Asian- American, and a Hispanic-American. She would display four very distinct styles tonight. She would put these three rising stars on the fast track in the fashion world. Her reward and the only one she wanted was to look beautiful for her husband. She wanted him salivating by the time they returned to the White House if indeed they did return to the White House. As she found out during the course of the day that they would. The evening would end up in their own bedroom. The twins were leaving the nursery for the night. They would return tomorrow morning.
The Nanny Squad had the twins for the evening but they would retire with them to they own quarters tonight. Fitz had asked her about the arrangement seeking her approval. So, she and the President weren't sleeping away from home tonight but the master suite was going to be a love nest tonight and there would be no interruptions from babies. She could scream to her hearts content and she could be freaky if she chose to be. Olivia had smiled wickedly at her husband. No, she didn't have a problem with it. This was a night out and a date night really. The two of them had earned this night out and the inevitable night to themselves afterwards. They were rich and the had very capable and reliable people to attend to their babies for a night.
The Nanny's quarters included an area for the twins that had all the familiarities of their own nursery. Olivia had the quarters designed with that in mind. If and when the Grants were away overnight the Nannies would retire with the children to their quarters at the end of the night. They had done just that when Fitz had whizzed her off to Vermont two months ago Olivia had been so nervous about leaving them but all had gone well. And all would be well tonight. When she had asked her husband if tonight was going to be special, she had no idea how special it was truly going to be!
Olivia was presently in the nursery. The girls were in their baby seats listening to their mother talk to them very animatedly. She was discussing the toys they were soon going to play with. As soon as Fitz got here and changed into some comfortable clothing they were going to get down on the floor and play. There had been an amazing transformation of her babies over the past two months. Their heads of hair were still blondish but streaks of brown were more evident. Her daughters' eyes were becoming the eyes of their father more and more each day. When Olivia looked into their blue eyes her heart melted. She had looked into those same eyes for six long years hoping, waiting, and dreaming. Needless to say, all of her dreams had come true. The girls had been fed and they were quite content. Over the next ninety minutes or so she and had husband would stimulate the girls senses and allow them necessary and needed exercise and play.
"Daddy will be home soon and we are going to get down on the floor and have some fun. You two will get to roll and flip to your heart's content. I hope he doesn't get delayed."
"Daddy isn't delayed. I'm home. Give me a minute to get comfy and I will join you."
"See I told you daddy was coming. Come on, let me get you girls on the floor."
There was plush carpet in the middle of the room. Olivia had already put the toys and educational gadgets they would employ today to hold the interest of the almost four-month-olds. They loved color and the sounds of gadgets. When Fitz entered the room, they were already at play. Olivia was going from Ali to Ari playing with them. Fitz immediately got down on the floor to join in. The girls were all smiles looking down at their daddy as he lifted them in the air. Sometimes he even lifted them with his feet and did a balancing act. The first time he had done it Olivia was on the edge of a nervous and imaginary cliff. She didn't say a word though. They were his kids too. She had to share and she had to trust. This was the enjoyable times of her day when she could enjoy her children with husband like this. It truly made her heart soar.
The twins were above average in every step of their development per their pediatrician. Their precious little heads were ceasing to bob as they held them up. They were reaching out for stuff. Arianna was actually holding the bottle in her mouth sometimes. Alianna was a breast girl but she was greedy and she was a bottle girl too. However, the way she held on to Olivia's breast told them a lot. Olivia was still breastfeeding them both daily but weaning them off of the breast entirely was in the works. She intended to stop all breast feeding at six months. She was satisfied that having breastfed them both for six months had fortified them with the necessary immunities. Plus, she and Fitz believed in vaccinations. They were up to date and they would be fine according to their pediatrician, Dr. Harrison.
To be truthful she had missed the attention her husband customarily had always shown to her breasts. The conclusion of breastfeeding would put an end to that particular draught. Her husband would once again attach to her breast and suck to his heart's content. And hers as well. She missed that connection between them. Her breasts were one of her most sensual sex organs and her husband considered them off limits for the most part since the birth of the twins. He still made them part of what they did in the bedroom but he didn't suck and play with them for extended periods as he did before. He admitted he enjoyed the taste of her milk and sometimes he lapped it up in the throes of passion when all precautions and sheets were to the wind. Her husband considered her milk the nourishment for their children and not for his consumption. She would begin a medication that would dry up that nourishment in about six weeks. She was eager to see if he could still make her come with breast play!
She had sex on the brain today because she knew that she and her husband were going to throw down tonight. She was thrilled to death. She closed her eyes and her mind to her thoughts. Fitz had cradled Ali in his arms and she was yawning. He popped a pacifier in her mouth and started to sing to her to both of them actually. Olivia put Ari in her arms and moved to sit beside her husband so that Ari could hear her father's beautiful baritone voice as he sang. Ari didn't even want her Binky. She drifted off to her father's voice as did her sister. They put the girls in their cribs and moved out into their bedroom.
"That was so enjoyable. I love it every time we do it. You have the most beautiful soothing voice. You could've been a singer you know."
"No, I couldn't have Olivia. I sing in the shower and for the girls, that's it.
"I say differently. Your voice is wonderful. I love it!"
"No, Olivia, you love me and therefore you are biased and opinionated about me." The President had pulled his wife into his arms. "I like it though that you are biased, very much."
"You really do have a beautiful singing voice Fitz; I'm being very serious. I could listen to it forever. You are so talented. Every single new thing I learn about you enthralls me more. God, I love you so much. I love this life we have. We have been given so much, our marriage, the girls, Karen and Jerry, your second term. All of it is a blessing. I'm so grateful that you chose me to be your partner in this life. It leaves me humble every time I realize what we have."
"I know Livvie, I feel the exact same way. Every day, I thank the miracle that brought you to me. No one could be more grateful than me. Do you really love my singing voice?"
"I do. It's magical. I'm not surprised, not at all. Your speaking voice is even more dynamic and smooth. When I first heard your voice on the campaign trail, I was mesmerized by it. The cadence and the flow are tantalizing. You sound remarkable. I really mean it. I remember the first time I heard you speaking on the campaign trail. I said to myself, 'That man can't possibly sound that good. Every woman in America will surely vote for him.' Even that day, the first time I heard you speak, I felt something deep in my soul. I was so intrigued as you spoke. Your voice had me under a spell, I think. It was so smooth and soothing but then it became fiery and blistering. It was also the sexiest thing I've ever heard. I looked away and shut your voice out because I felt things that very day that I shouldn't have been feeling."
"You have never told me this Olivia. What did you feel Mrs. Grant? What did my voice make you feel?"
Ever direct and to the point, his wife answered him. "If you must know, my pussy contracted just as it did this morning when you put your finger inside me. I hurriedly closed my legs and savored the feeling. I was about to come in my panties from your voice. I turned my head in case I was blushing. At that very moment it flashed through my head, what would it be like to lie down with you and have that voice directed at me. I was talking to Cyrus at the time and briefly thought I was losing my mind. I knew I wanted to be with you even then. I have often told Neesha that your voice can make my panties literally drop straight to the floor."
"Damn girl, you are making me hot with your sex talk!"
"You asked Mr. Grant and you already knew what your voice can do to me. You can talk me into a full-blown orgasm and you know it!"
"Olivia Pope-Grant you can give as good as you got and you know it! I never in my entire life believed in phone sex, never even thought to try it until you "talked" me into it. It was another beautiful aspect of the life we share. There is nothing like the real thing but at the time we were desperate to make love to each other any way we could."
He closed his eyes briefly as one of those phone encounters entered his mind. There hadn't been many, only three in fact but they had been quite intense and explosive. And they had been surprisingly fulfilling. His lust for her curbed for a moment. There was something about hearing Olivia screaming his name at the other end of the phone knowing she had come at his direction.
"Olivia, we need to close this subject for now unless you want me lay you across that bed this afternoon and have my way with you. I could bury every inch of myself inside you right now."
"I know you could but you won't. We have tonight my darling husband and we have the entire night to ourselves. No babies crying, needing to be changed or fed. It's just going to be us doing anything we want."
"Anything?"
"Anything."
"Olivia, let go check out the things for the kid's Ball. Things are much too hot in here don't you think?"
"I agree Mr. President. I'll call Maggie down. By the time we get back it will be time to get dressed for the first Ball of the evening. I also need to stop by my office for a moment. I want to ensure that the stylist and make-up artist have the run-down for tonight. I have been assured that this quick-change artistry that I'm doing tonight will go down like clock-work. I want it to. It's going to be a remarkable evening my first Inaugural as your wife. I want everything to be perfect."
"It will be Olivia. It will be and everything after as well."
"You promise?"
"I promise. Shall we go?"
The children's party venue looked fantastic. They would be pleased. The food was very teen oriented. Pizza, hot wings, potato chips, salsa, guacamole, meat balls, and more. There were two humongous sheet cakes with the likeness of their father on them. And that "open bar" that they wanted. Olivia had given the kids leeway to have the ball that they wanted. The food, the music, even their father's face on the cake, everything was all them. She wanted them to have a very special night. Other than coming on stage four years ago after their father won, Mellie had excluded them from the celebration. This time things would be different.
Olivia checked in with her assistant and all was well. She was in contact with everyone that she needed to be in contact with. Things would run smoothly she promised. Olivia had the utmost faith in her assistant, she was an excellent choice. The couple left her office and stopped by to talk to Cook about tonight. She and Remy had the immediate watch of the kid's Ball. Olivia and Fitz had nothing to worry about. Karen and Jerry obeyed Cook like she was their mother. Which she had been more or less in their formative years in California.
They were headed back to the residence now to get dressed for the first Ball. They would check on Karen and Jerry to see how things were coming along. Karen was wearing her first not quite grown-up outfit tonight. She was by no means boy crazy but she like to dress up and she had chosen a snazzy outfit for tonight. Karen was almost thirteen and she had lost her girlish looks this year. She had inherited from her mother a bosom that was in the early stages of development. It was obvious she would be well endowed in that category. Karen had not been pleased to have to wear a bra at twelve until Olivia explained what was happening. Jerry opted not to wear a tux but he was wearing his best black suit and a tie. The Children's Ball invitation had said "dress to impress" and no jeans or tennis shoes allowed. It was a Ball not a beach party.
As Olivia was applying her make-up, she was smiling. She was sitting at her make-up desk doing her face and hair. She still did her own make-up however she had taken classes in the art and she knew how to get a professional look without really trying. Of course, she didn't need that much make-up to obtain her look. She was a natural beauty that had been blessed with flawless skin. She applied base, a dab of powder, some highlights, lipstick, and eyeshadow; it was her go-to thing. She had naturally long beautiful lashes that she applied a light coating of mascara to and she was good to go.
The reason Olivia was smiling was because when she made-up, she sat at the chair as she did today with nothing but her thong on. She did it now. If they hadn't been going to these Inaugural Balls her husband would have picked her up from her chair by now and taken her to bed or whatever. He was horny as hell and she knew it. She could have covered herself but she didn't. She wanted him to burn from now until they returned to this room. She had been burning since he put that finger inside her this morning!
Fitzgerald Grant was dressing for the Balls tonight. He was in his dressing area separated only a few feet from his wife. She had undressed before him down to what amounted to a g-string and paraded her fine ass to her dressing table. Right at this moment he was seeing images of his hands holding onto that ass while he pounded into her. He couldn't do this five days without sex again. It left him much too needy. He had been semi-hard for almost two days now. They sometimes missed two days in a row but rarely three. Then Ali had been cranky for two days and now here he was five days without his wife. Olivia knew how much he wanted her and was teasing and testing him. There wasn't a doubt in his mind that his wife was trying to see if he would wait until tonight or would he place her up against a wall or on their marital bed and fuck her!
Olivia liked spontaneous sex. She always had and she didn't hesitate to initiate it where she wanted it. Their sex life had been out of this world for six years now. He was a lucky man and he knew it. He had taken a deep breath when she strode past him tonight and willed his dick to assume the position. His expensive underwear contained him nicely and he would need containment tonight. Dancing with Olivia really turned him on. They would be photographed and video-taped from every angle tonight. He didn't need to wake up tomorrow morning and see a pup-tent in the newspaper, namely his!
He looked great and he knew it. He had what ten different tuxedos? He had told Olivia to choose one for the entire evening that would complement her wardrobe changes tonight and she had. He had shaved, done his skin regiment, applied the light base he wore that perfectly matched his skin and he was ready to take his wife dancing. Tonight, would be nothing like it had been four years ago. He had been happy he had won of course but he hadn't been able to share the momentous occasion with Olivia and he had wanted to. Four years ago, stylists and make-up people had filled the master suite. Mellie had always used professions to get her trademark look from morning to night. Olivia had declared their bedroom, in fact the Residence itself off limit to everyone but family and the Nanny Squad. Their private quarters were private. He had loved the dictum.
He had gone to his residential office for a moment before going out into the Family room to wait for Olivia. The kids had come by over an hour ago to display their wares before they headed to their ball. They looked marvelous and so grown-up. Olivia took some personal photos herself for them but the White House photographer took the photographs for posterity as he would all night. He and Allan were sitting on the couch waiting for Olivia to make a grand entrance. He knew it would be grand because his wife was the most beautiful woman in the world period! Her body was perfection and anything she wore would show that. He had seen all of her selections for the evening. They were all beautiful pieces, once they donned Olivia's body, he knew they would be perfect.
His wife entered the room at seven-fifteen exactly, he had looked at his watch to etch the moment in time. She was a vision of what one could call ethereal beauty. Her hair was flowing with long curls around her face and down her back. What little make-up she had on was perfect. Her lips were covered in his favorite hue. She even looked tall and statuesque. Her six-inch Black Louboutins had real diamonds incrusted in the heels. Olivia wasn't doing a purse. She was partying tonight; you didn't carry a purse when you intended to party! A mink wrap had been draped over her shoulders. She removed it and placed it on the arm of a chair and then she turned back and looked at her husband and Allan.
"We are taking some pictures here aren't we?" Her stark white off-the-shoulder gown was gorgeous. It was a pristine white creation but thin black diamond covered straps held it up. Three rows of black diamonds draped off of her shoulders and white sheer covered her arms. The dress aligned to her body like a glove. The side split was also lined with black diamonds. That same split also showed off one of Olivia's perfectly formed legs. She wore a beautiful three-tiered black diamond necklace with matching earrings and bracelet. He recognized the pieces as they were gifts from him.
"Yes, we are Mrs. Pope-Grant," the photographer said. Her husband had been unable to say a word. He was staring at the woman he loved in complete awe! He doubted seriously if there was any oxygen left in the room. His wife's entrance, her stunning beauty, and her subsequent reveal of what she was wearing had sucked it all up he was sure. He had heard the older man catch his breath when Olivia walked in. He wasn't at all surprised. He was squiring the most beautiful woman in the world tonight!