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December was going to be a busy and eventful month for Olivia. Projects that had to be finished before New Year's. She gave the team two weeks off because they barely took any time away during the year, so everything had to be completed before vacation. Olivia also had a few upcoming celebrations: Fitz's birthday and Christmas. It would be a miracle if she accomplished everything on her list.
The Grants had stopped by Olivia's for a early dinner after Fitz picked up Teddy from gymnastics. While Teddy was tinkering on the piano, Olivia asked Fitz a specific question.
"Your birthday is coming up. Do you want a party?"
"Nope."
His answer was so quick and a bit alarming, so Olivia tried again. "What? Did you hear me?"
"Yes, I did, and I said no."
Olivia crossed her arms, staring him down. With his reading glasses so far down his nose, making his appearance very comical, like a fed up grandfathers, Fitz did not find the inquiry amusing.
"Why not?"
With a slight grunt, Fitz returned to his book. "No, thank you."
"Hmm."
"I want to get dinner and that's it."
"Okay."
"No surprises. Liv," he pointed, lowly. "I mean it."
Refusing to look at him, because her face would give everything away, Olivia hummed in agreement. She had been planning for a while. On their fourth date, Fitz revealed that he was a winter baby, born in the middle of December, while Teddy arrived ten weeks later. With Harrison's assistance, Olivia called friends from law school, neighborhood pals — the group she was slowly getting to know — and anyone else who was close to Fitz. He deserved a good evening out on the town. Working late for three weeks straight, including Saturdays. She was noticing that he needed a break.
"Do you want to have dinner on the actual day or wait until the weekend?"
"It's up to you, Livvie."
"Fitzy…"
Olivia crossed over to find out what was going on. He didn't sound like himself. His eyes were tired, the usual charm he had wasn't there.
"It's alright. I'm just tired. Work has been kicking my ass. Whatever you decide will be fine. As long as I'm with you, I'll be great."
Taking matters into her own hands, Olivia leaned forward to kiss Fitz. It caught him by surprise, the book dropped to the floor. His lips were cold, but her mouth was warming him up. Dragging her fingers through his hair, she kept him close.
"Okay. Glad we had this talk," she replied, pulling away with a smirk, leaving a stunned Fitz in his seat with cheeks extra red. Teddy had his hands over his mouth, stifling a round of loud giggles.
"I still can't believe it's been six months since we started dating."
Olivia and Harrison were separating paperwork in the conference room. It was a rare quiet moment in the day, and she had to talk to someone about this.
"Milestones! What a big move for you," Harrison exclaimed.
Taking a file from Quinn, Olivia added, "I honestly didn't think this would be such a big deal. But after Edison, I wasn't too hopeful about anything. I'm amazed we haven't broken up yet."
"Proud of you, Sis. You overcame a lot since Ed, and and now you can enjoy what you have with Fitz. It's a different relationship. And you're different, so you can't keep comparing the old Liv to the person you are right now."
"True," she said, looking ahead of Harrison. "I know he didn't want anything outrageous, but I hope he likes it."
His birthday fell on a Tuesday, but it was going to be easier to celebrate on a Friday night. To her disappointment, they didn't see each other all week because of their schedules. Olivia was instructed to not go overboard with gifts but she had to do something memorable. She used the time apart wisely. Working on the details, confirming the venue, buying presents for the Grants and friends, and making sure the guest of honor didn't have a clue about the party.
One added twist to her plans, wearing something so different and sexy, Fitz would fall out as soon as he laid eyes on her. After searching stores and calling to New York for help, she found the perfect outift. Retrieving a short, bone straight wig with sharp bangs, she picked the right gown. Silver and black, that reached to the floor. The details were fascinating — sequins and various patterns that resembled a modern mosaic, with strategic cut outs. Olivia knew the non-existent neckline would drive Fitz wild. Strappy heels and an unique choker completed her ensemble. This was a far cry from the dresses she wore. It would be a sight to behold.
They agreed to meet at Fitz's house at 7. She told him to wear a nice black suit. Tie not needed, but something sharp, because she needed him to look his best. At around 6:50, Olivia pulled into the driveway. Covered in a dark trench, she snuck inside with a large bag, and moving straight to the guest room, where she could put on her wig.
"Liv?"
"Hi, Baby," she shouted. "Had to rush to the restroom. Be up in a sec."
Locking the door shut, so he couldn't enter by "mistake", Olivia worked quickly. Transforming into a sleek flapper girl, she snapped a few pictures for Fitz to admire later, including a boudoir shot. She had gone to the salon get her nails done — dark was a good move.
The footsteps above her, reminded Olivia of the time. Their reservation was at 8 and she didn't want to make them late. When she finally came upstairs, Fitz was sitting in the family room, tapping on his cell. Olivia was pleased to see that he followed instructions — black suit with a crisp white dress shirt. He was always handsome but he was looking like a million dollars.
"Hey."
Fitz lifted his eyes, but his mouth opened, and he looked completely stunned.
"Holy shit."
Showing off the high slit of the dress, she asked, "You like?"
Turning around at a glacial pace, so he could see and admire what she prepared. Olivia lifted her shoulder coyly, batting her eyelashes.
"Wow. Liv, you look fantastic," Fitz rose. His eyes taking in all of her. She loved it. "You're trying to get me in trouble."
Olivia draped her arms around him, "You look delicious, Mister."
"What is the occasion? Where are we going?"
"It's your birthday, honey. The first time I get to celebrate with you. I want to make it special."
Fitz smoothly admitted, "You're my something special."
Her throat tightened; before she could even try to burst into tears and ruin her makeup, Olivia blinked fast, patting Fitz's chest.
"Don't get sappy on me, Grant. By the way, we're getting picked up."
"What?"
Olivia walked to the mirror, applying her lipstick, checking for any missed spots. "I thought you would appreciate the night off."
Fitz sighed with appreciation. "I'm a lucky man."
"You look sexy!"
The two turned to find Teddy dancing around in his footy pajamas, emphasizing the last word with confidence, as if he had received new powers.
"Who does?"
"Both of you! Livia, you look like a model. And Daddy, you're handsome."
Fitz knelt down, opening his arms. "Teddy Bear, you be good for Rachel?"
Teddy smiled, rushing over to hug both of them. "Hope you have a great dinner."
Olivia always loved her hugs with Teddy. Any time he ran to her, embracing her, it felt like a sigh of relief.
The ride was lowkey, just catching up on the day. It was their first night out in a while. When the car stopped in front of the W and Fitz realized of their location, his eyebrow cocked. "You're up to something."
She waited for the valet to open their door before she answered. "Not my fault I have connections in this town."
"That's true," Fitz lowered his head, capturing Olivia's lips. If there were no time restrictions, she would have gotten back into the limo and allow him to kiss her all night.
Their kisses had different levels; the sweet, dainty, proper pecks, aka "we're in front of Teddy". Then, the romantic and heart stopping smooches, later on known as "I'm-turned-on-and-I-want-you-to-be-too", and "we're fucking in two seconds". Olivia kept it at Level One. Tucking some hair behind her ear, she strutted to the greeters' table.
"Good evening. Table for Pope."
The hostess smiled brightly, recognizing the two guests. "With pleasure, Miss Pope. Right this way."
Keeping her smirk to a minimum, Olivia took Fitz's hand, as they walked towards the back of the restaurant.
"A private room?"
"Yeah," she confirmed, turning around. Fitz was biting his lip haphazardly, anticipating to see what she had in mind. "I pulled a few strings so we can get some privacy. I hope you don't mind."
Rolling his eyes, he agreed. "I guess it's fine."
As the door opened, from the inside, the lights turned on. Fitz found himself in a room full of friends as they all shouted "Surprise!" Olivia clasped her hands in excitement, watching his face. A few camera flashes documented the moment brillantly.
"What in the entire fuck!"
Everyone cheered as they walked in. Locking arms, he leaned over to whisper, "You are a trip."
"I know."
Olivia wasn't expecting a bold kiss from him in front of the crowd, but as his hands cupped her face, pulling in, she was more than okay with it. Thunderous applause followed, starting the party off right.
Dinner was a success. Lots of selfies, drinks flowing, and plates passed around. The room looked like a swanky loft in the movies. All of the guests were dressed elegantly, quite an attractive group. Fitz was tickled by all the love he received. Of course, he had to introduce his Livvie to all of his friends. He wasn't ashamed of her. He wanted them all to know who she was. It warmed her heart.
Jana, the wife of Fitz's good friend, Andrew, asked, "Olivia, how did you meet Fitz?"
"We were set up on a blind date. Teddy came too."
"Are you serious?"
She smirked, keeping her eye on Fitz, who was laughing with his buddies. "He couldn't find a babysitter."
"That's a fun way to meet the family."
"It wasn't at the time. I didn't know what to think. But they both convinced me to get this a shot. I'm happier because of it."
Throughout the evening, they were inseparable. Olivia sat on Fitz's lap, sprinkling his cheeks with kisses, being very affectionate. Constant hand holding, leaning into him whenever she could, giggling as soon as their eyes met. It couldn't have been the alcohol because she didn't have much. Her guard was down, not feeling any kind of pressure to distance herself from Fitz. They were among friends, and she didn't have to be someone she wasn't.
"Y'all are too cute." She heard someone remark.
Harrison pulled at his suspenders, "I set them up so I get all of the credit."
"I haven't see you this happy in years," Samantha, a long-time friend, raised her glass.
As the party was winding down, Olivia handed Fitz a small card. "Open it," she mumbled, before pressing her lips against his forehead.
Fitz did as he was told, skimming over the contents. His breath hitched when he reached a certain part of the note.
"Olivia."
Her eyes brightened, "Happy birthday, baby." She reserved a weekend-long stay in the Marvelous Suite.
"What about Teddy?"
"I handled it. Rachel is spending the night and then he's staying with Gracie and the boys," she played with his lifted collar, sweetly kissing him. "I took care of it."
"But what—?"
Olivia smoothed a few stray hairs on Fitz's temples. "I took the day off and packed everything. I know what you like to wear on the weekends. Not that you'll be going out much, but I'm pretty sure I'm accurate."
The smile that crossed Fitz's face, confirmed all her planning. He was happy. Olivia rubbed noses with him.
Another hour passed and they were finally getting to the suite. All of their luggage had been settled, thanks to Harrison. So all they had to do was relax and participate in all of the festivities Olivia planned.
She locked the door, swaying towards a pleasantly tipsy Fitz, who was sprawled on the couch. Jacket off, shirt was unbuttoned, revealing the full thatches of hair she loved.
"This reminds me of our first night together."
"Yeah?"
"Oh, yeah."
Fitz replied with a flirty "Mmhmm."
"That was so good. Good times. I thought I was going to explode."
Tugging on his ear, she told him, "I thought we could use tonight to top those memories."
"I like that."
With a coy smile, she asked, "Where do you want me?"
"Everywhere."
Olivia could tell it was a challenge. How many places could they experience uninterrupted bliss? Against the wall, in the shower, on the floor by the fireplace, several ways in bed. Due to her quick-thinking ways, the rooms on the left, right, and across, were all vacant. They could be as loud as they wanted.
"Check your phone," she suggested before standing. Fitz slapped her ass.
"Ooh, Fitzgerald!"
"Your booty is right here. I can't get enough. Had to touch it."
She pointed to the phone, "Focus, Mister."
Fitz noticed a new message. When he clicked on the bubble, his eyes widened, immediately shifting in his seat. Olivia closed her eyes in satisfaction. A few choice photos had been sent during the party. Olivia was in her wig, but only wearing a lacy strapless bra and panties set.
She was giving him a show, untying her heels. Leaning forward so he could see her cleavage. "I thought that could help tonight."
Fitz was becoming more excited; his cock was straining against his pants.
"You better get back over here, Olivia Carolyn Pope."
Lifting her dress, she straddled him, taking her time to make him feel good. Her hands roaming up and down his chest.
"Liv," Fitz's throaty plea interrupting her seducing ways. "I want you."
"I'm yours, you know that."
Teasing him, Olivia slipped out of her dress, but dragging the process along. Being the impatient one, Fitz scooped her into his arms, leading her to the bedroom.
"Are these new, beautiful?"
Glancing at her lingerie, she purred, "Mmhmm, just for you."
Fitz set her back on her feet, kissing her again. Starting with gentle touches, slowly inhaling each other. It was a wonder that they were receiving any oxygen. Soon after, their actions escalated. Falling back on the bed, quickly removing whatever layers were still on. Eyes squeezing shut, taking in the other's natural scents, sighing sensually, using their hands to feel every part that they missed.
His incoherent groans, encouraged her to move her hips just the way he likes it. Then, he growled playfully, flipping her over. Squealing, Olivia gripped the headboard as he nudged her open. As he eased in, her eyes rolled. He felt so good. Maybe being in a different room, on his birthday, made fucking more delectable.
She looked over her shoulder, immediately getting turned on when one hand reached down to play with her swollen clit, while the other moved between her neck, collarbone, and jaw.
"Kiss me, damnit."
They rolled over again, thrusts moving from fast to excruciatingly slow. They were having fun, enjoying each other. Always moving in sync, not even having to tell each other what to do. But the laughs, with a repeating chorus of "I love you", "Fuck", "yes", and "keep going".
"Hurry, Baby," she moaned. "Come for me."
Feeling him lean against her, as he shuddered, Olivia allowed herself to fall. Her jaw dropping, being overcome. Once she was able to breathe, she glanced over at him, still recovering.
"How was that?"
She didn't have to ask; his mischievous grin matched her lopsided smile.
"That was…wow."
Fitz kissed her forehead, as they rested in complete bliss. She felt like jello. It was like she hadn't been handled in such a long time. The weekend was just getting started and Olivia was ready to have a great time with her birthday boy.
More events occurred between Fitz's birthday and Christmas; Teddy had a recital with fifteen other classmates. Olivia chose to attend, being "that girl", taking pictures and ready to post videos online for all the world to see. She loved that boy so much.
To celebrate six months together and their progress in their online communications class, Fitz and Olivia went to dinner. A simple outing, nothing fancy. Just good food and wine, flirting, and good convo. After Fitz proposed a toast, and they took their first sips of champagne, they were interrupted.
"Olivia? Is that you?"
Back stiff as cardboard, she met the gaze of a familiar face. One she had not seen in over two years. A balding man, around 70 years old, was grinning from ear to ear.
"Good evening, Dad."
"Am I catching you at a bad time?"
Placing her glass down, Olivia pulled out her sweet but incredibly fake smile. "Fitz, this is my father, Eli. Dad, Fitz Grant."
Exchanging a quizzical glance, Fitz stood, extending his hand. "A pleasure to meet you, sir."
"Eli Pope. Likewise. Grant? Of Beene, North, and Grant?"
"Yes, sir."
Eli replied, "I've heard great things about your firm. Much success to you. I take that you will be in town for the Holidays?"
"Yes."
Being the sweetheart and polite man that he was, Fitz offered Mr. Pope a seat. Olivia did not agree with the invitation. Knitted eyebrows, with an intense scowl and laser-
sharp eyes, were enough to cut Fitz in half. The response did not go unnoticed.
"No. I should be heading out soon. But since you are here, I would love to catch up with both of you before the New Year. Shall we get together? Say, Friday night? If you don't have any plans. You can visit at our house."
Olivia stammered, interrupting her father, "My place is fine."
"We miss having you at the house. Your mother insisted that I renovate the whole place. Would love for you to see."
"My place," she firmly stated. Eli lifted his hands in deference, sharing a curt exchange with Fitz.
"Okay then, I will text your mother. Friday night around 7. Have a good evening. A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Grant."
"Thank you. Have a good night."
Olivia tilted her head so her father could kiss her goodbye.
"Love you, dear."
Refusing to look at Fitz, who was perplexed by the whole event, she kept a trained stare at Eli, waiting for his exit. When she was satisfied that he was out of sight, Olivia reached for her wine glass, and the large bottle they ordered.
"What the fuck was that?"
Her only priority was the wine. It was her saving grace, drinking it fast, dulling the fury that was rising.
"Livvie."
She felt his hand massaging hers — a go-to trick to calm her down, but his olive branch was not helping anything.
"You wanna talk?"
"Where is the server?"
"Liv…" His voice trailing off.
Olivia ignored him, very aware of the other guests, and kindly asked for another bottle. How could he not see that she was uncomfortable? The stiff reactions, the glares. The short answers. Everything was so obvious and Fitz had to override.
"You can't shut me out."
Slamming her napkin on the table, she glared, "I'm furious right now. But I'm trying to stay cordial in public, so I need you to drop this. Not a word."
"Olivia. We don't have to talk about it at the moment, but whatever that was, we have to discuss later. We will enjoy our night out."
It was truly embarrassing, being surprised by her estranged father in front of her boyfriend. But Fitz was right; she couldn't let this ruin her night. There was plenty to discuss - the reasons why she didn't communicate with her parents, how it all went down, and what she would do now that Fitz was aware.
Dinner went by quickly. Awkward in nature, even the staff was on edge when they presented the entrees and dessert. Olivia kept her arms by her side as she and Fitz were walking to the car.
"Is it alright if I stay at your place?"
"Of course," he answered sympathetically. "You know you can come over whenever you want."
Over the course of a month and a half, several pieces of Olivia's wardrobe had transferred to the house. There were hints about moving in, but she still wasn't ready. She was thankful for his patience.
It was taking her longer to start talking. Olivia went straight upstairs to kiss Teddy goodnight and changed for bed. Fitz came in with a cup of water.
"Wanna watch TV?"
She just wanted to cuddle and feel some comfort, before she unleashed all her feelings.
"A hug will suffice, if that's okay."
Fitz left to get into his pajamas. When he returned, Olivia curled into his arms, staying still, breathing deeply. She could feel his kisses on her forehead and cheeks, his knuckle softly brushing her nose, and his breathing.
"I'm all ears."
"I had no clue that he was in town. He usually travels and we never see each other. This is so much like him to do this to me. When he knows I don't care for surprises!"
Fitz asked, "Where does your dad live?"
"Alexandria."
"Louisiana?"
Olivia paused, slowly admitting, "No."
Fitz sat up, attempting to decipher her response. "Don't tell me the city 20 minutes west of here."
Immediately, Olivia looked away. His sigh was full of disappointment.
"I know."
"Baby, I'm very confused. Just talk to me."
It didn't take long for them to look at each other - her eyes pleading, while his longing for some kind of answer. The small gasp that escaped his lips, gave Olivia the confirmation that he connected some dots.
"Is that why you were uncomfortable that time we went?"
"Yes" was her hesitant response. Incredibly guilty because she was hiding this secret for a while. She met his father, but she never revealed much about her family.
Fitz took a long sip of water.
"Okay, keep talking."
"You don't have to come. It's not a make or break. I won't hold it against you," she quickly explained. "I'll just deal with it."
"Do they know anything about me?"
She paused again, knowing that he wouldn't take the response well. "We don't talk. About anything. I don't share with them. They tend to get into my business and ruin my life. There's a reason why. So, to answer your question, no."
The devastation was evident on his face. They were making strides about being honest, but this wasn't good at all. Olivia allowed Fitz to pull away, so he could have a moment.
"I'm sorry."
"How about you tell me what's really going on, Liv? What do you need to tell me?"
Olivia covered her eyes, preparing herself to tell him the truth. "I'm their pride and joy, but they have a weird way of showing it. Stretching me to the max, wanting me to be this new strain of Black Hope. When they split up, I rarely saw them together at all. I was house- and country-hopping all through my childhood. It made me angry that I didn't have a regular life. I didn't feel like their child. I was just a little adult. Then after I started dating Edison, everything about him seemed right, but it didn't work out. In a way, they wanted me to be with him, but they were happy that it failed. They were such a pain to be around. Nitpicking everything I did, the career choices I made. I felt like I was disappointing them all the time. I couldn't come to them like a normal parent-child relationship. I don't want you to go through this. This constant scrutiny. Because I really love you and getting shit from them would be the last straw. I can't let that happen. That's why I don't want you to meet them."
Leaning against the wall, Fitz sighed. "Thank you for protecting me, but I want to support you. You know that, Livvie. You've been great about being a part of my world, let me do the same for you. I can't do that if you hide me from everything."
The next two days were quiet. Olivia needed to prepare for Eli and Maya's arrival. It was always a challenge to get a living space just right to gain approval from parents, but with Olivia, it went overboard.
Fitz called Rachel to stay with Teddy for a few hours. Olivia ordered a meal from The Palm, most certain that her parents still enjoyed the cuisine. They used to visit the restaurant when she was little.
The knock startled her, but it was too early for their arrival, so she was relieved to find Fitz behind the door.
"Hi."
"Hi."
Putting the dessert into the refrigerator, then rushing to the mirror to double check his appearance, he asked, "Is there anything I should know before they arrive?"
"They will size you up and down. But don't get scared."
Giving her a warm hug, he suggested, "We should chill out before they get here."
Sure enough, as they were getting comfortable, someone knocked on the door. Olivia peeped through the hole, shook her head and closed her eyes. Her parents were ready to cross the threshold.
"Livvie!"
Exquisitely dressed in a black dress, with hair flowing down past her shoulders, Maya Wallace Pope embraced her only child. "It's so good to see you, Baby."
"Hello, Mom." The greeting was cool and disingenuous.
"Dad."
"Olivia."
"Hello, Mr. Pope."
Eli grinned, shaking hands. "Good evening, Fitz. I want you to meet Olivia's mother, Maya."
"May I take your coats?"
Olivia invited her parents to the living room; she decided to let Fitz schmooze, while she served drinks and plated dinner.
"Tell me about yourself, Fitz."
"I'm a Dad and a lawyer. I'm originally from California, moved here after law school. I just keep to myself these days. Sometimes making the circuits for fundraisers and social events."
Maya smiled and asked, "How long have you two been together? I never see any pictures online of you two."
Stepping in, Olivia interjected, "Six months. You know that I don't post a lot, but I did share a few pics from Fitz's birthday. We had a great time."
"That's so sweet."
Fitz continued to entertain Eli and Maya, sharing with them some of his accomplishments. He even let them see pictures of Teddy.
"He's adorable," Maya gushed. "What a sweet boy. Is his mother still in the picture?"
Olivia was horrified by her mother's ignorant question. Before Fitz could explain, she called everyone to the dinner table.
"Sorry."
Fitz shrugged, pulling her chair out so she could sit down. "Not a problem. You got this."
"So, do you both live in Virginia?"
Maya took on the question. "Eli does. I am a serial traveler. I love going from country to country. Fitz, just to be honest, we are still separated. But we're working on communicating better. Never say never."
Olivia knew that was a straight up lie, so she snorted before taking a swig of her wine.
"I'm sorry everyone, but I need to take this call."
Fitz placed a kiss on Olivia's cheek, before walking out into the hallway. The smile didn't fade as quickly as she hoped; Olivia couldn't deny how much he made her happy. It was hard for her to show off her feelings to Eli and Maya, because she didn't want to get interrogated. Taking it upon herself to start cleaning, she moved plates to the kitchen.
"I must say, you're doing well, Liv. I'm proud of you."
Eli was surveying the layout of the living room. It had been some time since they visited. Every other year, she liked to readjust furniture or buy something new to bring new life into her apartment.
"Thanks," Olivia refilled their glasses. There had to be a catch to the positive comment. "Should I ask now? What do you think about Fitz?"
"He looks pleasant."
Maya added, "He seems to be nice, baby. Where did you meet?"
"I don't know if that's a compliment or not. Our friends set us on a date."
"I knew you were dating him."
"Oh?"
"Not so close to the chest as you suspected," Eli smirked, before having another drink. "He works with socialites. Pretty boy lawyer. By default, I see his face in the Style section. I think you two look like a fine couple, but what is going to happen now?"
"What do you mean, Dad?"
"That cocky playboy is not good enough for you."
Olivia tilted her head slightly, not impressed by her father's assumption. "But he's not…"
"You don't know that."
"He's divorced, honey," Maya added.
"And?"
"Are you a rebound?"
It was just like them to automatically count out the credibility of whoever she was dating. On top of that, acting like that she had no common sense on the matter. Being a gold digger, which she was not.
"No. Fitz is nothing like that."
"Baby, what you need is someone who is wealthy and not going to use as a rebound. That would be the worst thing for you right now."
She was getting an attitude. Raising her voice, she inquired, "So you're implying I don't know what's best for me?"
Eli lowly stated, "You know this won't work, right? Have you moved in yet? If you haven't, watch out. He's going to have you move in with him and you'll be his maid. Nanny for the boy."
Olivia was not going to let her father include Teddy into the conversation.
"Take that back. You're wrong. You don't even know him."
"What if he's like every other man you've had a relationship with?"
"Including you?"
Eli snapped his mouth shut, not expecting the quick comeback. "I am only looking out for your best interest, Olivia. You are a strong woman, you can't have anyone come in, and knock you off your feet."
This phone call was taking so long, Olivia was ready to blow a gasket. "Until you decide to view me as a woman, who does not live and die by the imaginary sword you wield, staying out of my life would be best. I won't tolerate this!"
"Eli," Maya sternly interjected, shutting him up. "Leave her be. Olivia, we are not trying to make you upset. We come in peace. You know that it's our responsibility to look out for you. We don't want anyone to come along and crush you."
Olivia gritted her teeth, trying so hard to not let the stubborn tears fall. It was her fear that they would make her feel so small, even in her own place.
"I'm sorry. What else can I say? You don't inform us about much, we only receive news through social media and acquaintances."
"There's a lot we need to work through and I don't know if I can be sure that you are willing to listen to me. I won't talk if you're not going to have open ears and listen to me. Is there anything else you want to talk about that does not include you verbally tearing me down? Because if not, we should call it an evening."
The door opened unexpectedly. Fitz was all smiles, but when he saw the current atmosphere, he rushed to Olivia's side.
"So sorry. I couldn't get off the phone sooner."
"I'm going to get the cheesecake."
Olivia disappeared, to give herself a minute to decompress. There was one thing she learned from her parents - breaking down was not admirable. Don't let them see you cry. With Fitz, she was working on changing that attitude. There was nothing wrong with expressing her feelings, good or bad. But the night was turning out to be a disaster.
The four sat quietly as they ate dessert.
"Did you make this, Livvie?"
"No," she responded, stabbing at her cheesecake slice, "Just from the store."
Maya took a bite. "Mmm, very good, honey."
"Fitz," Eli began, "I need to know what are your intentions with my daughter."
Olivia narrowed her eyes, pursing her lips. "You don't have to answer that."
Fitz gave her a reassuring look, patting her knee. I got this.
"Mr. Pope, I love Olivia. It's only been six months but I do love her. She has become my best friend. She accepts me at my best and worst, and I love her at her best and worst. She loves my son. Treats him as if he was her own child. If she allows, I will ask her to marry me. Whenever she's ready."
Olivia stared at him, amazed by his words.
Eli nodded, approvingly, then smiled at Maya.
"Very good. Stay on the right track and she'll say yes."
The meeting with her parents wasn't a total bust, but it did shake Olivia. Suppressing her anger towards them and having to publicly work through those issues with Fitz, was not pleasant. But it would be a journey that she was willing to take. After she hosted a lavish work dinner at her place, she was more than excited to wind down and join Fitz and Teddy at the house for the holidays. She hadn't celebrated outside of her apartment in years.
Christmas was Teddy's favorite time of year. On the schedule, he was staying in Washington, but would be leaving on the 28th to see his mother and her relatives. A revised section in their custody papers would allow him to travel to North Carolina. Olivia could tell by body language, that neither Grant wanted this to happen. As Teddy as getting older, there would be more wounds to cut open, emotionally draining. They seemed to be dreading the time apart, but that wouldn't happen for another few days.
Fitz suggested for new traditions to be made; it had only been him and Teddy for over three years, but now that Olivia was around, they thought about a few options to include her. A drive through several neighborhoods to check out light displays. Taking pictures on Christmas Eve that looked amazing on their electronic cards. Along with two places to party.
The trio attended an early evening Christmas Eve service, then ordered pizza, watching some of their favorite holiday movies. Teddy was good about getting everything clean before bedtime. He didn't want to miss out on any of the toys Daddy and Santa got for him. Olivia and Fitz finished all their prep work around 2am, drifting off to sleep an hour later.
"Daddy. Dad. Daddy!"
The persistent calling woke Olivia. Snuggled into Fitz's chest, she groaned. "Hmm...what's wrong, Bubba?"
"Umm, it's Christmas. Don't we go downstairs?"
Fitz had not moved, so she mumbled, "What time is it?"
"7:53."
"That's not too bad, but how about we wait until 9."
Olivia opened one eye, to watch for Teddy's response. He was pouting, but willing to compromise. Those brown eyes could make her change her mind but she needed a few more minutes of sleep.
"Okay," he answered, walking to the door. "Nine o'clock. I'll be watching."
Fitz pulled Olivia in, while he grunted at Teddy's demands. "Would this make you reconsider?"
"Funny that you talk now, after he's left, but okay. What?"
"Having kids, I know when you want sleep, no one is going to get into your way," Fitz explained, rubbing her arm.
Olivia softly laughed, "I'm convinced that every family has their ups and down. But this doesn't deter me. At all."
"I see."
"Give me 30 minutes," she fluffed the pillow under her head, turning away from Fitz. "Then I'll go downstairs."
They found Teddy asleep on the floor, surrounded by gifts. Olivia pulled out the phone and snapped a picture.
"I guess you need to wake up your son," she squeezed his hand. Fitz gave a playful side-eye, pushing air out of his lips, in defiance.
"You're the one extra excited about this and you are the one who told him what time we would do this. So I'll make you a cup and you will be the lucky one to shake Theodore. He's a wild thing when he gets awoken."
Olivia huffed while Fitz sauntered away. Kneeling down, she used her thumb to stroke Teddy's cheek. "Good morning and Merry Christmas," she sang.
Teddy jumped up, immediately shaking the sleep off. "Ahh! You're finally here! Where's Daddy! Oh my gosh, it's Christmas morning again!"
"I'm over here, buddy boy," Fitz called.
"Let's open presents!"
While Fitz returned with the caffeinated gold, Olivia turned on the sound system. It would be cute to have music playing. It didn't look like a winter wonderland outside, but with the fun decorations throughout the house and up the stairs, along with a festive basement aesthetic, the Grant household was most certainly in the Christmas spirit.
"Alright, Teddy. You may start."
The four-year-old rubbed his hands together, carefully deciding what to open first. There were about four boxes with his name on it, as well as a few opened presents from Auntie Gracie and Poppy, from the night before. After each opening, Teddy would sing something nonsensical or cheer about a new addition to his toy room.
"What did you get, lovey?"
Teddy screamed, "A rocket ship from Uncle Cy! And clothes from Mimi and Andrew! This is such a great day!"
She had never seen such joy in child. Teddy was loving everything that he received.
"Your turn, Daddy!"
Fitz rubbed the bits of scruff on his face, which Olivia adored. It was still too early after a late night of wrapping, given the thick-rimmed glasses that adorned his morning look. Reaching to find a large box from Olivia, he unwrapped his gift.
"Nice, Livvie!"
A new briefcase that could hold more files and anything Fitz needed during his long work days.
"Look inside."
Fitz blinked in wonder, finding a gift certificate to one of his favorite ski resorts.
"Liv, how did you know?"
"Andrew told me you love to ski, so if you have time, we can all go up for the day."
It thrilled her to see Fitz so excited about a simple gift. Practicality was key; she wouldn't forget.
"Here ya go, lovely."
Olivia reached over to receive her package, but not before she kissed Fitz.
"Ewww! Christmas kisses! It's like the movies," Teddy complained, covering his eyes. With an annoyed face, he wondered, "And why are you kissing Daddy before you open your present! That fe-feats the purpose of a thank you kiss."
The words that came out of young Theodore never ceased to amaze Olivia. As she laughed along with Fitz, unraveled the package: an Audible subscription and a food service package.
Fitz scrunched his nose in delight, "It seems boring, but I know you're always busy but I want you to get your culture in, and eat well, if I'm not here."
"You're far too kind," she joked, winking.
When it was time, Olivia handed Teddy a bag, "Here you go. Merry Christmas." It didn't take long for him to pull out all the loot. Art supplies, a cool snow globe, and a new teddy bear.
"Thank you!"
Along with several gift cards from Harrison, the neighborhoods, and Poppy.
Fitz snapped for Teddy to come over. Olivia watched them bond - it was beautiful to see father and son connect in a way that words couldn't describe. After a long hushed dialogue, Teddy scampered into his father's office then returned with a long, wrapped object. It resembled a poster.
"This is for you, Olivia."
She had never heard him say her name so clearly before. With his teacher's help and extra time during homework, Teddy was still working on his enunciation. She was so touched and impressed by his efforts.
Taking apart the tape, Olivia found a framed portrait of herself. The interpretation was adorable; dark hair, big brown eyes, her skin draw so nicely, with a polite smile. Her hair was in a side ponytail. Pink lips. Dressed in a suit. Above her head was her name, in big letters. The bottom right was signed by Teddy W. Grant.
"I drew it in my art class. I wanted you to have it."
Olivia looked up to Fitz, with tears in her eyes. He nodded.
"Teddy, you didn't have to do this for me."
"Don't worry," the little Grant reassured, with a toothy grin. "I made one for Daddy for his birthday."
"Let me hug you!"
Teddy ran into her arms. As she continued to cry, she thanked him for making something so precious. More kisses and giggles followed.
"You are the sweetest," Olivia rocked Teddy back and forth. "Don't you ever change."
"I won't."
"Okay, Buddy. I would like you clean up the old paper and take some of these new gifts into the toy room."
Fitz waited for Teddy to run off, before he sat down next to Olivia.
"I wasn't expecting that at all. How did he keep that a secret?"
"He's good about things like this," he replied. "Including this."
In his palm was a small velvet box. Olivia was surprised, but blurted out in disapproval, "But we only said one gift."
He shrugged. "I know, but I needed you to have it."
Her heart stopped for a split second, but she calmed down. He wouldn't have pull a stunt like this just yet. As she opened it, there was a small gold ring, crafted in a way that the band split into thinner pieces and intersected. Diamond cuts embellished the infinity design.
"What is this, Fitz?"
"It's my gift. From my great-grandmother. It was given to her, then to my mother. I was told to give it to the woman I love. That's you."
Olivia paused while inspecting the gold. Was this a hand-me-down? From one lover to the next? Was she about to wear his ex-wife's ring? She couldn't accept this. At all. That would be a slap in the face for all three of them to constantly be reminded of his failed relationship. She couldn't be a sloppy second and definitely not a rebound.
Reading the faint words inside the box, Olivia raised her eyebrows. "Doux Bébé?"
"Mmhmm, sweet baby."
The sentiment was nice, but Olivia was not convinced.
"Did you give this to Mellie?"
Fitz scooted over, to get closer. "No. I could have, but...it didn't feel right. Never did. But since I met you, I've been thinking of the right moment. Why not now?"
His tone was honest and pure. She believed him. Taking a few deep breaths, slipping the ring on her index finger, she sighed out his name.
"I love you, Livvie. It doesn't have to be much of anything, but it would be a lot to me if you wore it," he wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her tight.
"I love you so much."
"I'm not going anywhere. Please believe that."
She did.