It's been 2 months since Olivia has moved back. They couldn't move into their house right away. After the inspection, they wanted a few issues taken care of. She's used that time to order all the furniture for her and Russell. He's been getting amalgamated with his new team and getting settled in. She's waiting on furniture to be delivered. She's decided to take a walk around her new neighborhood. Russell's coach was right. It's the perfect neighborhood for anonymity and obscene wealth, which never impressed her, even though she's joined that status.
She looks around and the structures of the other homes that line the immaculate streets. Now she knows why the HOA fees are what they are. She quickly takes note on how family friendly The Reserve is. There are mothers walking their kids in strollers. People are taking afternoon jogs in their pristine surroundings.
Liv stops to take a look around. "Welcome back to America Olivia," she says to herself. She takes note of the one house in front of her. It's one of those houses that is the epitome of curb appeal. The stone that lines the house she can see the limestone that's outside. She's studied this kind of stuff extensively. She can only imagine what their kind or marble or travertine lines the inside of the house. Naturally, they would have to have that. Her eye is of course struck by the subtle but perfect architecture of this mansion. "They have great taste in money," she says.
Olivia is still a little in awe of the house. She doesn't know why but something draws her to it. She realizes she's been staring too long. "I better go before they think I am a stalker. I mean under the circumstances, they might think I am casing the joint," she chuckles. Just then, a rather tall, shapely, brunette woman walks out. A little boy comes running out immediately after her.
"Mommy, mommy, don't go," Teddy says.
Mellie turns around, "Mommy promises she will be back very soon. I have a meeting to go to but Daddy will be here soon."
"I want my daddy," Teddy says.
"You always do," Mellie laughs. She looks up at Quinn. "This meeting will definitely run about 3 hours or so then I'll be back."
"Don't worry! Me and my little catcher here are going to be fine," Quinn says.
Mellie takes note of the woman standing on the sidewalk taking in the scene of her routine. She's beautiful but very petite. She's never seen her before. Liv decides to make sure the woman knows she's harmless. "Good afternoon. I am sorry to stare. I'm new to the neighborhood."
"Hello," Mellie says, a little cautious at first.
"I was staring at your house. It's very beautiful. I was admiring the stone and architecture. The limestone is immaculate. You had it shipped in from Italy."
Mellie was impressed. This woman knows her stuff. "Yes, my husband thought I was crazy for wanting it. He thought it was too excessive and extremely costly."
"It can definitely break your bank. I had a few clients that insisted on it."
"Clients," Mellie says.
"Yes, I do architecture but I love interior design. I kind of fell into it, when I lived in Italy for a while," Liv explains.
"You lived in Italy. That's amazing."
"It was," Liv smiles. You can see nostalgia come across her face.
Mellie can see there's definitely a story there. "What brought you back here?"
"Marriage," Liv answers.
Mellie can see the almost indifference in her answer. "Well too bad I didn't know you before I designed the inside of our house," Mellie says.
Liv laughs, "From the looks of the outside, you know what you are doing," she assures her.
"Well, thank you!" Mellie says with pride. Then she notices they haven't had the official pleasantries. "I'm Melody but folks call me Mellie."
Liv is pretty sure she heard that name before but she can't place it. "I am Olivia. Everyone calls me Olivia," she laughs.
"Nice to meet you Olivia," Mellie answers.
Liv takes note of the adorable little boy standing in the doorway, "He is absolutely adorable."
"Thank you," Mellie says. She takes a breath, "He looks like me but he's his father." Just as Mellie says this, Teddy speaks.
"Hello," he says to Olivia.
"Hello," Liv smiles.
Mellie smiles at her little charmer. "See, he's his father."
Liv laughs, "Heartbreaker." She doesn't know the weight of the words she's just spoken.
"Something like that," Mellie answers. She looks at her watch. "I am sorry I have to run but I have a meeting to get to. It was really nice to meet you Olivia. I am sure we'll see each other around. You are a part of the community now."
"I am sure we will and it was very nice to meet you too," Liv says as they part ways.
Liv watches as Mellie drives away in her top of the line White Maserati. Quinn brings Teddy inside as Olivia nods and continues her walk. Liv knows there is something about Mellie that she can't put her finger on. Whatever the case, she is pretty sure they don't have a lot in common. They won't be hanging out.
Abby and Fitz are in his office. They just had a meeting. He had a very busy day. He interviewed chef's by making this cook their own inspired Italian dishes for him. This lucky chef is going to steer Olivieria to greatness. So the food has to be right.
"You are a chef that's not a chef," Abby laughs.
"But I know good food and I took cooking classes while I was getting my MBA. My father thought that was insanely stupid but I as a part of my business portfolio, I've wanted this. I've wanted to own restaurants. Food is a great business."
Abby laughs, "And insanely profitably."
"Yes if you give the people something they want to come back for," Fitz says as he glares at the logo again.
"Well, do you have an idea of who you want after today?" Abby asks.
"I think I do but I want to try him out alongside some potential sous chefs and see if they can make magic together."
"Brilliant idea," Abby says.
Fitz gets up, going to the window, looking out, "When do I get to meet my potential architect?"
Abby looks up and then back at her phone. As if he could know they were talking, Liv texts her. "Well actually, she's finally here. She's been here about two months. And as luck would have it, she's and her husband are moving into the Reserve," Abby says.
Fitz turns around, "Okay, so she'll be close if I need her to change something at the drop of the hate, if I don't like it," Fitz smiles.
"You are going to like everything about her," Abby assures him.
"I better," Fitz says as he buzzes his secretary Charlotte. "Charlotte, can you come in?"
Charlotte comes in, "Yes Mr. Grant."
"Did you order my sister's gift?" Fitz asks.
"Yes sir, I did. She should be getting it this evening sir."
"Thank you Charlotte. Can you do an afternoon coffee run? Get my usual. Get Abby's nasty matcha drink." Fitz says.
Abby cuts him off. She gets up, " It is not nasty. It is very healthy actually and none for me. I have dinner with Lynnie this evening. Her hubby is out of town, so it's girls night out. I don't want to ruin my appetite. We have barbecue."
"Okay then," Fitz looks at Charlotte, "You know what I like," he instructs Charlotte.
"Yes sir, I'll get it done," Charlotte says as she goes back out.
Fitz looks quizzically at Abby, "You don't look like a barbeque love. I mean you do bird food, nastry drinks and tofu."
Abby shakes her head. "I happen to love barbecue. It's the one vice I have. We ate it so much in college it should have been illegal." Abby starts to laugh. "We used to eat at this joint called DCity Smokehouse. At least once a week. They knew Ebony and Ivory by name."
Fitz is in full curiosity mode, "She's black."
Abby is quick on the offensive. "Yes she is. Is that a problem? Because if it is…"
Fitz gets up, offended by the insinuation. "Of course that's not a problem. It's just I knew someone that loved that place."
And now Abby's curiosity is piqued. "And they were black?"
"Yes she was," Fitz admits.
Abby grins from ear to ear. "Well by the look in your eyes she was not a study partner. You have some secrets Grant."
"We all have secrets Abby," Fitz gives.
"Well, I suppose so." Abby is packing up her stuff. "I was thinking. Why don't we have a hello dinner?"
"We…..?" Fitz asks going over the legal documents.
"You and Mellie. Me and David. And Lynnie and her husband. It would be more of a first impression for both of you. If you two don't vibe then we can stop it right there. I mean you two will be neighbors, so.."
"It's a good idea. Just give us the day and time. I'll have the hurricane ready," Fitz chuckles.
"You mean your wife," Abby laughs.
"Yes," Fitz says with a laugh.
"I'll ask Lynnie at dinner tonight. I'll see if that works for her. If so, we have a date," Abby says as she starts to walk out.
"I better not regret this meeting ." Fitz says.
"I promise you. Someday you will feel like you owe me the world for this," Abby says as she leaves.
"We will see," Fitz smiles. He knows he bet right when it came to Abby. She's probably right on this. But he likes to challenge her whenever he can. Little does he know, her sentiments are spot on. He will owe her the world for aligning the stars that have been scattered in his life, secretly, for years.
Russell is sitting in the locker room in the hotel room in Boston. They are playing the Boston Celtics tonight and he's getting his game face on. Everyone has been teasing him about not meeting his hot wife yet. He has a photo in his locker. He tells them he'll bring her around when he's ready.
The coach comes into the locker room. "Are you and Mrs. getting settled in?'
"Yes we are. Thanks so much for the suggestion. She loves it. She's going to have to get used to American life again."
"I'm going to have dinner for the team soon and you are already on the list," Coach says.
"Thank you, I'll let her know."
"Also, let them know how many tickets you'll need for the home game and they'll make sure you get them."
"Will do," Russell says.
""Have a good game out there boys," he says as he leaves out.
Russell is lacing up his shoes. He decides to call her. At first the phone just rings. He immediately gets agitated and then she answers. "Hello," she says.
"Where were you?" Russell asks.
"Remember the furniture is being delivered. I was showing them where to put the living room furniture. They just finished with the bedroom," She explains.
"Okay," he says, accepting her response.
"Where did you think I was?" She asks, noting the accusatory tone in his voice.
"I don't know. I don't know. I'm sorry. I forgot," he covers.
She starts walking back out to the front. She hears one of the delivery guys calling her name. There are two rugs he doesn't know what to do with. "That goes in the office to the left. You can lay that one down. That furniture won't come until the weekend."
"Are you okay there by yourself?" Russell asks. "I don't like all those men there and you are alone."
"I am fine," Liv says, shaking her head. She turns to point the direction of where the next rug goes when a car comes through, slowing down to go around the very large delivery truck. It's Fitz, in his black Mercedes Benz sedan. They can't see each other but Fitz catches a glimpse of the woman with the ponytail hanging from her hat. But more than that, he takes note of her beautiful form. The body seems familiar to him. The curve of her ass. The way she stands. The way her hand rests on her hip. Her profile is turned to the side where he can see the shape of her full lips and button nose. For a brief moment he thinks his eyes are deceiving him and it's Olivia.
Fitz is shaken out of his daze when the car honks their horn at him, "Shit," Fitz says as he glares at the other driver. Liv quickly glances and looks away. Fitz lowers his window, "Watch where you going," Fitz says out of the window.
Liv hears this voice and it quickly registers with her. Before she can get a look at the guy he's driven away. That baritone voice is distinct. It was always like butter. She's never ran across another man that sounds like Fitz. Russell realizes she's distracted, "Babe you there. What's going on?"
Her eyes are still fixated on the car and the voice that disappeared in the distance, "I'm fine. They are almost done," she shakes her head. "Listen, I am going to go to dinner with Abby tonight and stay with her. I won't be alone. Although you can't get into this neighborhood without an invitation so I'm safe."
"I don't want you home alone until we are completely settled," Russell says. "Okay..about Abby."
"Okay…," she answers.
"I'll call you after the game," he says.
She shakes her head, "Have a good game!"
"I love you," Russell says.
"Lo so," she answers in Italian.
She hangs up. Her mind is still on that voice. She takes a breath. She knows it's crazy. "It was not him. Being back here is playing tricks on you," she sighs as she goes back inside. She is anxious for them to get finished herself.
Fitz walks inside his house and is instantly greeted by his little guy. He hardly has a moment to put his briefcase down but he's used to that. He is used to being accosted by his son, thrown into a 3 year old's conversation which seems to last longer than he thinks a 3 year old could handle.
"Mrs. Grant had that 3'o'clock meeting," Quinn reminds him.
"Oh yes, I remember."
"Daddy I want a dinosaur," Teddy says.
"I am a dinosaur. Why a dinosaur?" Fitz says with a grin.
"They are strong and say raahhhhh," Little Teddy motions with his face and hands.
Fitz throws his head back in laughter, "He breathes fire too."
Teddy's eyes grow wide, "No, that's a dragon."
Fitz looks up a Quinn with a playful wink, "You are right buddy."
"Do you want me to start dinner?" Quinn asks.
"Actually no, I will whip something up. Can you keep him occupied a little bit longer?"
"Of course," Quinn says.
"Buddy, daddy is going to go work. You be good for Quinn and daddy will be back. You are going to help daddy make dinner," Fitz says.
"Yay," Teddy screams.
"Come on Bud! You can help me fold the laundry," Quinn laughs.
"Yay," Teddy repeats.
Fitz shakes his head walking down the hall to his office. He locks the door, plopping down in his chair. He can't get the vision of the woman on the lawn out of his head. Everything about her said Olivia. But he knows that's not possible. Olivia is not in the states he would have known. He thinks to himself, then he laughs, "Ass, how would you know? She hates you and she never wants to see you again." But there is something about her.
He gets a text from Abby, Is a weekday or weekend better for dinner?
At first he's confused, then he texts back, Whatever is good for her!
Abby answers: Cool, going to get my barbeque on!
Fitz laughs, texting back: Don't over do it!
Abby sends him a smiley face back.
Fitz is transported back to a perfect time that he and Olivia shared at that same restaurant so many years ago.
"Fitz, I know you are a California snob but you are going to love this," Olivia says.
"I love a greasy hamburger but barbeque is messy Livvie and there's too many containers to eat from. I feel like there's too much going on, on the plate baby."
Liv starts to laugh. "You are such a baby sometimes. I have a very messy and good idea that might help you look past that many dishes."
Fitz sits closer to her in the booth. "I love it when you have ideas. What might those ideas be?"
"I could feed you...you know, lick the barbeque sauce from my fingers…"
Fitz stops. He acts as if he is deep in thought, "As much as I would love for you to feed me and I get to lick those beautiful little fingers," Fitz shakes his head. "No."
"No," Liv says.
"I am trying to be a gentleman. I am trying to woo my girlfriend. I am trying to make her fall helplessly in love with me, like I'm falling for her and I want our first time to be right," Fitz explains.
"You are a gentleman. You had me at Hi when we went on our first date, 10 dates ago. And I'm already falling for you….most of all, I know I'm ready," Liv explains. She grabs the side of his face and kisses him ever so delicately.
"Everything about you turns me on but I don't want to be a creep," Fitz says.
"I trust you," Liv says.
"I know you do. I don't want that to ever change. But I want everything for us to be right, including when we take this to the next level."
"I know you think I'm too young, that I'm not ready because I'm a virgin. But, I don't think anyone is ever truly ready for sex. They know what their body feels. They know what those emotions are that's catching their bodies are on fire but you are ready for sex until you are there, you and that person."
"That's what you think," Fitz asks.
"Yeah that's what I think," Liv says confidently.
Fitz traces her lips with his fingertips, "You are so much smarter than most girls your age Ms. Pope."
Liv laughs, "Smart girls didn't strike me as your type. Although I never thought I would be your type."
"You make me smile. You make me blush. I nearly jump out of my skin when I know I am going to see you. I spend my days wondering how I can make you smile and make you blush. I don't think I had a type but now I know what my type is. It's you," he says tapping her little button nose.
Liv just stares at him for as long as the silence would let her. He can't figure out her thoughts. She surprises him that way. "Do you ever think about how different our lives are? How did we grow up? And then there's the obvious," she points out.
"Well, you are a girl and I'm a boy. You are so damn hot and so am I. I don't see any differences," Fitz explains.
She hits him, playfully, "You know what I'm talking about. I'm black..You're white," she starts.
"Shit..I wish someone had pointed that out sooner. This changes everything," Fitz shakes his head.
"Fitz, I'm serious," Liv says.
"I'm serious too. When I look at you, I see one thing and one thing only," Fitz says.
"What do you see?"
Fitz moves her one strand of hair that always falls, behind her ear. "I see a beautiful girl who happens to be a different color than me. I don't care as long as she likes me, as much as I like her. I hope that we can teach each other what makes us different but the same."
She rests her hand under her chin, "You should have been a writer. You know exactly what to say."
"Writers write what they want you to hear. I am telling you how I feel….what I'm feeling."
Liv takes a breath, "I want you to be my first but I want it to be right too."
"I think I want you to be the last," Fitz counters.
She can feel her insides just burst with a jolt of warmth and excitement. "We better eat."
"Yes! A beautiful little siren promised to feed me good barbecue and make me fall in love with it," He reminds her.
"Come on you are such a spoiled baby," Liv laughs as she drags him into the joint. They have a wonderful shareable spread of collards, mac and cheese, baked beans, cornbread, brisket, baby back ribs, and chicken. Fitz was sure he fell more in love with her that night. He had never had food that good, not ever. Maybe it was the food. Maybe it was the company. He was sure that night that Olivia Pope was becoming the center of his world.
Fitz sits in his thoughts and his feelings, "I screwed everything up." He says out loud as he slams his hand on his desk.
Abby and Liv are pigging out on their food laughing and talking. They haven't done that in a year. Liv didn't know how much she needed her best friend until now. She loves these moments. She hasn't had a beer in 9 years but she's having one now.
"I thought you were all red wines, moscatos, and desserts wines now. I thought you forgot all about good beers and que." Abby says.
"I never forgot it. Italy is not big you know on barbeque plus, it's just not the same," Liv explains.
"I am so glad you are back," Abby says with excitement.
"It's great to be back," Liv answers as she looks off in the distance.
"Are you?" Abby quizzes.
"Of course. There's just a lot on my mind that's all," Liv looks down at their tray. "Are we going to arm wrestle for that last piece of cornbread."
Abby laughs. "No, you have missed out on this for almost a decade you can have it." Liv smiles, taking the corn bread and putting it on her plate. "You never told me about the house or anything. Are you all settled in?"
"Well it's in this swanky division called the Reserve. A recommendation from Russ's coach. He said it would be private and safe and I'd like it the most," Liv explains.
"Wow, it's like kismet," Abby starts.
"What is?"
"My boss lives in the Reserve. It's definitely swanky and the security is top notch. Good choice."
"I need to know more about this amazing boss of yours that you are trying to hand me off to," Liv says drinking a sip of her beer.
"I think you would be great for the job Lynnie. I mean it's an Italian restaurant and he wants you to feel like you are walking in Italy. Who better than you? I mean you've lived there for years. You know the style and all of that. It's like fate. It's perfect for you," Abby further explains.
Liv shrugs her shoulders, "I mean it's almost like a fairytale. This is falling in my lap. I thought I would be bored out of mind looking for a job and I might already have one."
"It's good to have friends in high places," Abby winks. "Speaking of, I had a great idea."
"Oh my God," Liv shakes her head.
"Just listen…," Abby rolls her eyes. "I talked to him. I thought it would be a good idea. We just all go out to dinner first, couples dinner. I mean it's perfect now that you all will be neighbors too. A getting to know you dinner before the interview. If you two hit off we move forward. If you don't, then it's a no go."
Liv sits with that suggestion for a minute. She figures it won't be a bad thing actually. "Okay, that sounds good actually. I can feel him out. He can fill me out," Liv says. "What should I know ahead of time?"
Abby sits back in her chair, putting her beer down. "Let's see, his wife is very high maintenance. She loves having money. She's got her sights set on political life at some point. She's a corporate lawyer."
"So, a little stuffy," Liv smiles.
"Okay we will go with that," Abby says with a sound of annoyance.
"You don't like her do you?" Liv asks.
"There's something about her. I just feel like he settled. I don't know why I think that but I do."
Liv listens carefully, "And him. What should I know about him? You know besides he's the best boss on earth."
"Well he's gorgeous. I am jealous he doesn't have a brother. He's sexy. He's very sympathetic and he's very compassionate," Abby answers.
"Damn, are you in love with him?" Liv laughs.
"No, I am not. He's my boss but I'm not blind."
Liv thinks about it, "Gorgeous as in pretty boy or gorgeous as in JFK. Don't ask me why JFK came to mind."
"Actually that's perfect. He looks like he could have been a politician," Abby answers. "They have the cutest son and they look like the Kennedy's but I don't think they live in Camelot."
"Well, a lot goes on in marriage behind closed doors."
Abby detects the twinge of sadness in her words. "Is everything okay with you and Russ? Is the honeymoon truly over?"
"Everything is fine," Liv shrugs as she cradles her glass for distraction.
"Okay, I won't push but if you want to talk about it. We can talk about it," Abby reminds her.
Just as Abby says this, a song comes on the radio. Liv is immediately hit in the heart with the music as it comes on, Against All Odds by Phil Collins. "Talk about bringing down a mood," Liv laughs.
"That was truly one of the shittiest movie endings ever but it's such a great song."
"Great song but depressing," Liv agrees.
Just then, Abby's phone rings. She looks down and sees who it is, "Oh damn! There must be a fire. I better go take this. Are we getting dessert or what?"
"Of course we are," Liv says as Abby walks away. She tunes back into the song.
How can you just walk away from me?
When all I can do is watch you leave
Cause we shared the laughter and the pain.
We even shared the tears.
So take a look at me now.
There's just an empty space.
And there's nothing left here to remind me.
Just a memory of your face.
Take a look at me now.
There's just an empty space.
You coming back to me is against the odds.
That's what I got to face.
Liv goes back to that same night when Fitz broke her heart. Liv had turned on the radio to drown out the sounds of her crying. This song came on and it did nothing but make her cry more. Her cell phone kept ringing. It was Fitz and she didn't want to hear him. She finally answers.
She doesn't say anything. It's just the sounds of her breathing as the tears fall slowly from her eyes.
Fitz says softly, "Livvie." She doesn't answer. The silence is killing him just as much knowing she's crying and he's the reason. "Livvie, please say something."
"This song is fitting isn't it," she says.
"No it's not. I know you are upset but you didn't give me a chance to explain."
"What is there to explain Fitz? You don't want me. You don't want us," Liv says.
"You know that's not true. I wish I could explain this where you understand," he fumbles.
"Were you playing a practical joke tonight?" Liv asks.
Fitz looks even more confused. "What? What do you mean?"
"Did you not mean what you said tonight?" She clarifies.
"Yes I did," he stops himself. "Fuck," he spits out.
"Okay well there's nothing for us to talk about," Liv answers.
"I meant what I said but not the way I said it. I need to explain it to you so…," his voice grows agitated.
"I don't want to hear your reasons. I trusted you. I trusted your feelings for me. I believed everything you ever said to me and…"
"Livvie, I meant every word I ever said. I love you," Fitz says desperately.
"But you don't want to be with me," Liv says.
"No," he says.
"I gave you my virginity. I gave you my heart. I gave you everything and...how could you hurt me like this?"
"I am trying to do what's best for us right now but it won't always be this way," Fitz says strongly. Hoping she can hear it in his voice.
"Yes it will," Liv answers.
"What do you mean?" Fitz asks.
"It will always be this way."
"Livvie," he begs.
"You want it to be over and it's over. I'll never call you. I'll never wait for you. I'll become that memory that you want me to be. You want a break and that's what we will have."
"One day, you will understand and maybe it won't be too late for us," Fitz says.
"If you wanted to see other people, why did you come here to break my heart. You bring me presents. You kiss me and you hold me and then you tell me you want a break. Why did you even come?" Liv says as the tears begin to fall.
"I don't want to date other people. I don't want someone else I just…"
"Go to hell," she says.
"Livvie," he says with tears in his eyes. She's never spoken to him that way.
"Don't call me that. That was for the guy that promised me forever. You aren't that guy. I don't know who you are but.."
"I am the same guy you loved this morning," Fitz says.
"Don't ever call me again," Liv says as she hangs up and buries her face in her pillow to cry some more. The wetness of her tears that are already stained there hit her.
"Damn," Fitz says as he throws his phone across the room. It isn't until this moment he realizes he may have lost his Livvie for good.
Abby comes back to the table. She can tell that Liv has been crying even though Liv is trying to cover. "What the hell happened? I just took a phone call."
"Nothing, everything is fine," Liv says.
"The hell it is, you've been crying," Abby notes.
"That song brings me to tears," Liv jokes.
"Are you sure you aren't pregnant?" Abby says.
"I am positive I'm not pregnant," Liv answers. "Let's get that dessert. No more sad long songs," Liv tries to laugh off.
"With bad movie endings," Abby adds.
"You are never going to let that go are you?" Liv says.
"No, I am not," Abby whips back as they order their dessert and laugh and talk more.
It's a week later. Fitz is at game night at his friend Andrew's. Ever so often Fitz like to have a guy's not, just hang with the guys. Talk a little trash, play poker and talk about what's been going on. Tonight they opt to just go to an upscale bar, eat bar food, play pool and watch the Wizards home game. Fitz loves basketball. He figured he could have been Larry Bird in another life but that wasn't in the cards for him.
"That was a fucking sweet deal that Emory got for joining the team," Andrew says.
"I've been so busy. Did they sign him?" Fitz asks.
"Yeah. 2 years $60 Million. Like I said, sweet."
"I mean I know he was supposed to be great overseas but that's a lot for 2 years."
"Well, I think it is needed. The team sucks. I lost $5K on those bastards last year," Andrew says.
"They aren't a betting team Andrew," Fitz laughs.
"Whatever! He better earn that 60 million," Andrew says.
"How's Elizabeth? How's home?"
"She's ready to get married. I told her to chill," Andrew says coldly.
"It's been 3 years, you should marry her Andy," Fitz points out.
"Listen, Mellie got pregnant and you saw wedding bells. I am going to make sure it's right," Andrew points out. Fitz shakes his head, "Speaking of, how's home for you?"
"It's good. I can't complain. And Teddy is growing so fast," Fitz answers.
Andrew answers with a simple, "Okay." Andrew looks down at his class, "You want another beer."
"Yeah why not," Fitz says. The game comes back on and Fitz watches as Andrew gets the beer. Just then, the camera pans to the wives section. Although, Fitz doesn't know that's what that section is. There she is. There's his Livvie, sitting there, looking as beautiful as ever. "Livvie," he says. The camera image is long gone but the image is in his head. He knows it's her. If it's not, she has a doppleganger.
Andrew comes back with the beers, he notes Fitz's face. "You okay. You look like you saw a ghost."
Fitz shakes his head, "I think I did."
To Be Continued...