Sorry for the typos I write these on my phone. As for my other stories I did have more chapters written but I didn't like them, I felt like I wasn't giving Olivia the right ways to cope and heal. I am researching and looking into it so I can have a chapter up by the end of this week. Thanks for the nice comments I really do appreciate it.
FITZ!
The sound of her voice echoed through the house. Her voice was foreign to me. It was like a mix of fear and confusion. Regardless of what the problem was that had his wife in distress he was out of bed in .2 seconds.
He threw the blankets off himself and took the stairs two at a time. Before either of them knew it, he was standing by her side.
"What is it what's wrong?" I rubbed soothing circles on her back. Which normally calmed her down, but she was only growing more tense. She moved away from his touch.
"Hewwo"
His eyes snapped down to see who had spoken.
Chills spread across his body. Her eyes were a clear ice blue. He felt like he was in a trance. She looked barely old enough to speak let alone be aloud somewhere on her own.
On instinct he looked around looking for her parents. He knew it was no use. Their land stretched ten miles each direction. There cabin wasn't even on the maps. So, someone just tumbling on to this lot would be impossible. This was deliberate. But who deliberately leaves a child in the middle of the woods?
Olivia cleared her throat "Why don't you come in Lillian"
"Twank you" Fitz didn't move so the young girl walked around him.
Fitz's eyes met Liv's she was just as confused as he was.
"Would you like something to drink I think we might have juice?"
"Apwle pwease" Olivia nodded her head and led the girl further into their house. Olivia knew they had apple juice it was Fitz's favorite. She tried to think that it was just a coincidence.
She poured a small glass for the girl and handed it to her.
Fitz was still in a trans of some sort. She could tell he was thinking but she needed him to be present.
"Is he awight?" the little girl inquires
"He is fine why don't you tell him what you told me" liv prompts.
She walks right up Infront of Fitz glass in hand. "hewwo my wame is Lillain Jane Grant. I'm wooking for my waaddy. Fizzerald Gwant wa wird"
"Your what?" he spits out much louder than he meant too.
The young girl jerks back scared. he instantly feels bad.
"Fitzgerald!" Olivia scolds him.
"I... I ... I'm sorry I didn't mean to yell" he drops down Infront of her.
"You said your name is Lillian?"
She shook her head yes "Lilly for short"
"Lilly Grant?"
Again, she nodded.
"Okay just okay" he slowly stood up.
"You awe nwaked" Lilly said quietly.
His ears started to burn, and he could tell without looking at them that thy were lobster red.
"Right sorry let me go get dressed"
He glanced at liv and she only sent a nod in his direction.
He ran up the stairs.
What the hell is happening. She doesn't look older than three. So, four years ago I was dating. No one I wasn't dating anyone. I slept around a lot it could be any number of women. She can't be yours there is no way. You've been married to liv for six months. You dated and were engaged for a year, so that is about a year and half you only slept with one person. So, think dammit Fitz think.
These were only a few of the thoughts that were swarming around Fitz's brain. He threw on a t shirt and slipped into some grey sweatpants. He stopped for one moment to just think. He needed to be okay enough to go down there and deal with this situation
"Okay get it together". A moment later he was ready. It dawned on him in that moment Olivia didn't have anything but his shirt on. He grabbed her a pair of her booty shorts and walked down the stairs. When he got to the kitchen the little girl was laughing with liv. Who was standing in the same spot he had left her. Behind the kitchen counter no doubt guarding her bottom half from the girl.
There eyes met the second he was visible to her. He handed her the shorts. "Thanks" she slipped them on and met me on the opposite side of the counter.
She gave my hand a small squeeze.
"Lilly is it okay if we ask you some questions?" he said gently.
"Suwe" she smiled showing off a few teeth.
"Who is your Mommy?"
She thought for a minute
"mewody but I just caw her mommy"
"Melody?" the young girl shook her head and just continued to talk.
"mommy said gife this to you" she opened a small hello kitty backpack and grabbed a manila folder.
Fitz grabbed it and opened it. Inside there were pictures and a note. Forgoing the pictures for now he opened the letter.
Dear Fitzgerald,
Let me start by saying sorry. I should have told you about her. Her name is Liliana Jane Grant. She is two years old but if you ask her, she will be as specific as possible. Today she is two years nine months and six days old. She is smart so so smart. She reminds me a lot of you. It was never my intention to keep her from you. The second I found out I wanted to tell you. But you had moved on. As much as it hurt me to see you with her, I realized that this would only hurt you more. You had such big dreams and I wanted so desperately to be a part of them. I realize now that it was childish of me. You are a good man, I wanted you to be happy. For you to be happy I couldn't be with you. I have gotten myself in trouble because of that decision. You see it wasn't chance that I ran into you the night we met. It was all planned and well-orchestrated by people much higher in power than you and I. It was their idea for me to get pregnant. So, I did what was necessary to survive. I poked a whole in the condom. Nine months later and a 13-hour labor god blessed me with our beautiful daughter. The plan was to show up on your doorstep and present you with her. To make you take me back. But the second she opened her eyes and looked at me I knew she couldn't be a pawn in all of this. I do admit I loved you but the love I had for you meant nothing compared to our baby girl. Since I didn't follow their orders they came after me. I was able to go undercover for a few years. My father helped me he makes fake documents. She had a normal stable life. That was until two months ago my father died. I was dumb enough to attend the funeral. That is where they found me. The threats started again, and I tried to run but without my father. I couldn't I just couldn't keep doing this anymore. So, I had to find you. You are a very hard man to find. It wasn't even you I tracked it was your wife. Congratulations by the way. You don't have a tell you've never had a tell no matter where I looked, I could never find your pressure point. But your wife, she was easy. Wine, Red expensive wine to be exact. She can't live without it and you being the ever so adoring husband you had no problem getting it for her. Fine wine is expensive as I am sure you are aware; it is also traceable. I narrowed it down to three houses. La, no way you hate the sun. Detroit, maybe you have always loved the snow but there are to many democrats. Vermont, then it hit me, the cabin. The jam, the soccer dad. It was your dream so on a whim I sent her there. They leave notes, right? When people kill themselves? I have been through all the options, removing myself from the equation is the only way. Lilly loves apple juice just like her dad. She loves to watch the news, but you must make sure it is pre reordered because I don't want her to see the backstabbing. She excels in most things; she is wiser than kids her age. Her bedtime is seven do not let her talk you into any longer. Watch after my baby I beg of you. Tell her I love her every day and make sure she is protected. Thank Olivia in advance for me. She will be the only mother figure for my daughter. I wouldn't just leave her with anyone. Olivia is a pediatric surgeon and she is very good from what I have heard. Her patients love her. She is attentive to each child and eases the minds of each parent. She has the maternal gene. From her file I know she has suffered from two miscarriages. I am sorry for your loss that must have been hard for you both. If you thought, she was worthy enough to bear your child then she must be a magnificent woman. So, I ask her to lend a helping hand in raising Lilly. There is so much more you deserve to know, and I truly am sorry I am not there to assist you. Promise me you will protect my baby.
Sincerely, Melody Robinson
Sorry it is so short. hope you enjoyed ~D