A/N: I don't own anything Scandal related. For those of you who have asked, Olivia's whereabouts and why she left will be revealed in Chapter 8. Here we go!
Chapter 5. Family Values
Dressed in black yoga pants and an off-the-shoulder white cropped top, Olivia sits cross-legged on the sofa in Fitz' apartment concentrating intently as she taps lightly on the laptop keyboard. Since they got engaged last year Olivia spends most evenings at Fitz' place when he is not away on business. And when he is away she sometimes stays at his apartment because she misses him desperately and wants to feel as close to him as she possibly. She likes wearing his oversized tee shirts to bed and breathing in the scent of his pillows as she falls asleep at night.
As Olivia struggles to edit the latest version of the proposal for her newest program, she suddenly remembers she has not told Fitz about the upcoming gala that is hosted by the local chapter of the Council of Nonprofits. The gala is an annual event where nonprofits are recognized for the work they have done throughout the year to support local communities.
She sets the laptop onto the coffee table and walks quickly down the hall toward Fitz' office to tell him about the upcoming event. She knows he has a few important business meetings around the same time of the gala so she wants to check if he is available the night the event is scheduled. She really hopes he can go with her.
When she reaches the open office door she gasps and stops mid-stride when her heart is suddenly filled with an abundance of love when she sees him across the room working at the desk.
"Oh my god", she says softly, bringing her fingers slowly to her lips.
Her breathing is rapid and shallow as she stands in the doorway marveling at the man who seemingly is in deep thought. She has no idea why the unsolicited feelings have decided to make an appearance at this time. She was simply coming to tell him about the gala and now here she stands with her heart melting into a pool around her feet. She smiles as he rests his chin on his hand, focusing on whatever is on the laptop screen. His hair is a tousled mess, evidence he has been raking his fingers through it all afternoon.
"Liv?" He says slowly when he looks up and sees her standing in the doorway. "Is everything all right? Are you okay?" He asks with concern because of the expression displayed on her face.
She remains at the office entryway unable to move or speak. She is confused by what is happening because without notice or warning her heart has decided to hijack her senses. With mouth hanging open she continues to stare as though she is seeing him for the first time.
"Olivia", he says firmly, trying to bring her out of the haze.
And before she could make a plan, before she could organize her thoughts, the unscripted and unpracticed words begin to tumble from her lips.
"I love you, Fitz", she says hurriedly. "I'm in love with you - head over heels kind of in love with you." She rushes the confession fearing if she does not say it now she will not have the courage to say it later.
Fitz furrows his brow and places his palms down on the smooth glass desktop as his mind tries to register what she said. As her words sink into his brain, he slowly starts to smile and his eyes dazzle brightly.
"I love everything about you, Fitz", taking a few steps into the room. "Seeing you sitting here – I don't know – just made me realize how completely and helplessly in love I am with you."
She shakes her head as if she is trying to remove the cobwebs from her brain. As if she is trying to dislodge in her brain whatever has been preventing her from surrendering her heart wholly to him.
"And to be honest", she says hesitantly. "It sometimes scares the daylights out of me. Maybe that's why I don't say it as much", she says softly, as if she is talking to herself.
Seeing the internal battle in her eyes, Fitz remains fixed in his seat, allowing her the space to give voice to her feelings.
Olivia's heart hammers in her chest as she steps out onto the waters to bear her innermost fears to the man she loves more than anything. At first the words coming from her mouth sounded foreign to her ears, as though the voice belonged to another. And that frightened her for a moment, but now she cannot stop the words from flowing.
"Maybe I don't say it enough because it all feels like a dream", shrugging her shoulders helplessly. "Maybe I don't say it enough because I'm afraid that one day I might wake up and discover that none of this is real. Maybe I don't say it enough because I'm afraid of jinxing what we have – not that I'm superstitious or anything", she smiles nervously.
Twisting the platinum, two-carat, square-cut engagement ring on her finger she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath because she feels like she is rambling.
"Maybe I don't say it enough because I'm not sure if you love me as deeply as I love you."
Eyes brimming with tears, she smiles nervously as she gazes into his eyes that say seem to say I understand you. I accept you.
"I. . Fitzgerald. Thomas. Grant. The. Third – with all of my heart - with everything that is in me. I love you. And on most days - if I am to be honest - the feeling is utterly overwhelming. On most days I feel like a schoolgirl who just wants to stand in the middle of the schoolyard and shout my love for you so everyone will know. To let everyone know I am hopelessly and unashamedly in love with the captain of the football team."
"Livvie …" He says softly, his eyes filling with tears.
She sits on his lap and wraps her arms around his neck and they gaze into each other's eyes for a few moments, both fully aware they have crossed over into another realm of their relationship. She brushes her lips across his and he closes his eyes because his heart is as full with love as hers. She runs her tongue across his lips and his mouth opens instinctually and her warm tongue enters. She makes love to his mouth slowly and sensually as he moans in pleasure.
She cups his face and kisses him slowly and deeply. She kisses and licks down his chin and to the side of his neck where she bites him tenderly. She knows the red marks will peek from under his shirt collar for days to come but she does not care. He belongs to her. She pulls his tee shirt over his head and tosses it across the room. Her wet lips trail down his chest where she takes a firm nipple into her mouth and suckles, and he begins to twitch. She slides from his lap and kisses down his taut abdomen, darting her tongue in and out of his navel.
"Lift up", she says breathlessly. And he does, allowing her to slide down his pants and boxers. She pushes the clothing down his legs and they puddle onto the floor.
"Livvie", he moans in anticipation.
She spread his thighs and kisses down the inside then works her way over to the other trembling thigh. She gently scrapes her manicured nails up and down his tight balls and his head falls back against the smooth leather chair. His glistening dick is at full attention, beckoning her to take it into her mouth. And she does.
"Oh god", he moans out loud, gripping the arms of the chair tightly.
And she goes to work pleasuring the man she loves more than anything, pumping and sucking him with intensity. Running his hand through her hair he begins to pump and thrust slowly and methodically into her warm, wet mouth. And she takes all of him.
"Take off your clothes", he whispers.
And she continues to pleasure him while removing the yoga pants and cropped top.
"I need to be in you, Livvie", he moans as he continues to thrust. "Get on the desk."
She pushes aside the items on the desk and lay spread eagle on the cool glass top and looks at him with unabashed desire. He climbs onto the desk and wonders briefly if the desk will hold them both. She pulls her knees up close to her chest and he smiles because he loves this position. He slides into her wetness and they both gasp. He kisses her passionately and pumps slowly.
"Oh god, Fitz", she moans. "It feels so good, so good." Her face contorts with pleasure as his length massages her nub and the head teases the spot.
"Deeper", she demands, banging her hand on the desk. "Deeper."
And he leans forward, pressing her nub harder and thrusting deeper.
"Oh my god. Oh my god", she screams out in pleasure as the sensation overtakes her. She lets her trembling legs drop to the glass desktop as she continues to twitch around his throbbing dick.
He kisses her while she is still reeling from the sensation and begins to thrust harder in search of his release. He massages her breasts as he thrusts and thrusts and thrusts and the feeling is absolutely wonderful.
"You feel so good, baby."
He rides her rhythmically, causing the pencil holder and papers on the desk to tumble to the floor. The familiar sensation is building in his groin and he pumps harder and harder.
"Livvie, Livvie. Livvie", squeezing her tightly as he cums hard, spilling his juices deep inside of her.
Both are panting heavily as they try to recover from their impromptu lovemaking. After a few minutes of gasping for air they regain their senses. Olivia begins to move as she wonders out loud about the desk's ability to support them for much longer. He halts her movements by planting kisses all over her face and she laughs out loud because she feels lighter and freer. He caresses her face and looks deeply into her sparkling eyes and she weeps from the intensity of his gaze.
"I. Love. You. More. I will always love you more – more than you will ever know. Never forget that – no matter what. Okay?"
She nods and her heart melts all over again.
XXX
Tonight at 7:00 Olivia and Fitz are scheduled to meet with Rev. Walker in his office at Triumph Tabernacle Church to discuss the pre-marital counseling process. Olivia is excited about the counseling, especially since the man who has been a big part of her life ever since her family moved to town will be guiding them through the sessions. Fitz on the other hand is still a bit skeptical about whether they really need counseling. He thinks their differences are minor and will not be a problem in their marriage. However, he agrees to the counseling to satisfy his fiancée. Shortly before 7:00 the couple walk hand in hand to Rev. Walker's office.
"So you really think we need to do this?" Fitz looks at her nervously as they stand outside of the office door. All day he has been feeling anxious about their consultation meeting.
"We need it, babe. Just relax, it won't be so bad", she says while straightening his tie.
He nods slowly and she pecks him on the cheek and motions for him to knock on the door. Rev. Walker opens the door wearing his rectangular, black-framed eyeglasses, and a huge smile.
"Olivia - Fitz. I'm so happy you made it", the man says jovially. "Come on in and have a seat." Rev. Walker steps aside and motions for the couple to enter the office.
"Hello Rev. Walker", Olivia says smiling brightly.
"Olivia, you look more and more like your mother each time I see you."
"Thank you Reverend Walker."
"I just need to see you around here a little more often." He peers over his eyeglasses and gives her the you-need-to-come-to-church-more-often look.
"I know, I know", she says smiling and looking over at Fitz. "Rev. Walker, this is Fitz - my fiancé."
The two men exchange smiles and shake hands.
"It's good to finally meet you, Fitz."
"And you as well, Reverend."
Olivia and Fitz sit in the two chairs facing Rev. Walker's desk as he walks around the large desk and sits into his chair.
"I can't believe our little Livia is getting married. It seems like it was just yesterday that Calvin and Gwendolyn brought you to Triumph Tabernacle for the first time."
"That was a long time ago, Rev. Walker", Olivia says reminiscently.
"Yes it was. They are doing wonderful work in Senegal - spreading the Word and educating the children."
"They love what they do very much."
"And you are so much like them. Starting the Pope Foundation to help the underprivileged is God's work, Olivia – God's work."
The Reverend smiles at Olivia before turning his attention to Fitz.
"So Fitz I assume is short for Fitzgerald?"
"Yes sir."
"So tell me about yourself. Help me to understand who Fitzgerald Grant is."
The leather chair squeaks as Rev. Walker leans back and listens to Fitz share why he joined the Navy and became a lawyer and started his own business."
"It sounds like you're a focused and goal-driven man, Fitz. You and Olivia certainly have that in common."
The couple smile.
"So Fitz, tell me why do you want to marry Olivia?" The Reverend asks as he twirls his eyeglasses in his right hand.
"Because I love Olivia, Rev. Walker - with all of my heart." Fitz turns and smiles at a grinning Olivia.
The Reverend nods as he listens to Fitz profess his love for Olivia.
"And Olivia, tell me why do you want to marry, Fitz?"
"Because I love him", she responds quickly. "With all of my heart." She has not been able to stop smiling since she confessed her feelings to him.
"I see. I see." The Reverend says, leaning forward in his chair and resting his arms on top of the desk. "So have you two set a date yet?"
"Yes", Olivia says eagerly. "May of next year", smiling at Fitz as he squeezes her hand.
Rev. Walker nods and swipes the calendar app on his tablet.
"This is August, so May is nine months from now. Right now I have the second and third weeks of May open", he says looking up from the tablet. The perceptive man leans back in his chair when he sees the expression on Fitz' face. "I'm sorry, I just assumed you would be getting married here."
"Yes we are", Olivia says quickly and Fitz remains silent.
Rev. Walker looks back and forth at the couple and realizes this is a topic that they need to discuss further.
"Well perhaps the two of you should some spend more time discussing the matter. But needless to say I would be more than willing – well in fact - it would be an honor to marry little Livia in our church. But you two get back to me when you can. I'll hold those weeks open until I hear from you."
"Thank you Reverend", Fitz says.
"Now about the counseling. I believe pre-marital counseling is essential for a long and happy marriage. While counseling does not guarantee a marriage will be successful, it will, however, provide you with the tools necessary to help you during the difficult times."
Olivia and Fitz listen intently to Rev. Walker.
"So how many sessions will we need, Reverend?" Fitz asks.
"While the number of sessions required varies from couple to couple, you should plan on about five one-hour sessions – one a month."
Fitz nods and turns to Olivia.
"You have my schedule, babe. Why don't you sync up your schedule with mine and make the five appointments with Rev. Walker?"
"Okay", she says quickly.
"Here are a couple of pamphlets I would like for you to look over and discuss before our first session", handing each of them a pamphlet. "It lists the top topics and related questions couples need to explore before walking down the aisle."
Olivia and Fitz nod as they reach for the pamphlets.
"Pay particular attention to the topics on Commitment and Mutual Expectations. I always like to discuss those two basic topics at our first session."
"Thank you, Rev. Walker", Fitz says as he folds the pamphlet and stuffs it inside of his jacket pocket. It was good meeting you", Fitz says as he reaches across the desk to shake the man's hand again.
"And thank you again Rev. Walker for agreeing to counsel us and perform our ceremony." Olivia says smiling brightly, unaware of the look of look of annoyance on Fitz' face.
"I always like to do all I can to help couples to get off to a good start, Olivia. But you and Fitz still have some talking to do about who will officiate your wedding."
We look forward to working with you Reverend", Fitz says.
"It was a pleasure meeting you, Fitz. And Olivia, I will see you on Tuesday night for Bible study."
"Yes, I'll be there."
"You're welcome to join us too, Fitz."
"Thank you Reverend, but unfortunately I have another engagement on Tuesday evening."
XXX
As Olivia sits in her office at the Pope Foundation, she is finding it difficult to synchronize the schedules of three busy people. For a week-and-a-half she has been playing secretary, trying to find dates and times over the next five months that will work for her, Fitz, and Rev. Walker. Finally settling on dates for the five sessions, Olivia leans back in her chair and lets out a sigh of relief. Then she emails Fitz and Rev. Walker the schedule and prays she does not have to make any changes.
XXX
Gerry Grant believes in God and family and country, in that order. Like his father and his father's father Gerry is a traditionalist in that he believes strongly in family values. Gerry believes the family is the cornerstone of American society and culture and puts a premium on the needs of the family above those of the individuals in the family. He believes the family should be close and come together as a unit to socialize as often as possible. He believes in the traditional marriage where the man is the breadwinner and the wife stays at home to raise the children and maintain the home. He has little tolerance for non-traditional lifestyles and is very vocal about his beliefs to anyone who dares to listen. For the past 40 years Gerry has led his family in accordance with those beliefs.
As Fitz walks up the steps that lead to his parents' home he dreads the barrage of questions he anticipates from his parents about Olivia's whereabouts. After all, this is the first Sunday of the month when all of the Grants are expected to come together after church for brunch. Gerry opens the door shortly after Fitz rings the bell and the two men greet each other with a handshake and a hug. As Fitz walks to the kitchen where his mother is preparing the usual spread for their brunch Gerry peeks out the door and looks up and down the street.
"Good morning Fitzgerald", his mother says brightly as she peels the potatoes for the home-fried potatoes the Grant men love so much.
"Good morning mom", walking over to the sink where his mother is standing and pecks her on the cheek.
"Is Olivia with you?" She asks, looking over her son's shoulder.
"No, but she'll be here later", walking over to the counter and pouring himself a cup of coffee.
"Don't tell me she's working again", Gerry says as he enters the kitchen.
"No, she's not working today dad. She's at church."
"Church? That's lovely. Is she Protestant?" His mother asks while slicing the onions.
"No mom, she's not."
"You two have a lot of differences, son. Do you think there are too many differences for you to overcome?" Gerry asks.
"We're fine, dad."
"Well, is she still planning to work when you start having children? I don't know how she can have a family and take care of a home working the kinds of hours she does", his mother says she slices through another onion.
"Mom, women work outside of the home and have children all the time. I expect Olivia to continue her career when we start our family."
"I hear all of that talk these days about women having it all and leaning in. Well they can't have it all if you ask me. At some point a woman has to choose whether she wants to have a family or wants to have a career. I certainly did", she says softly.
"And I worked my ass off so your mother didn't have to work – so she could stay at home with you kids and take care of this house", Gerry says proudly.
"These onions are really getting to me today", Maura says, wiping her eyes with the kitchen towel. "I'm going to put some drops in my eyes", walking quickly out of the kitchen.
"So is Olivia one of those feminists?" He drinks some water as if the word 'feminists' has left a bad taste in his mouth.
"Well if you mean does she believe women and men should have the same opportunities and be compensated equally for doing the same kind of work, then yes dad, she is a feminist."
"It seems like everybody these days is all about themselves – about what makes them happy or fulfilled, rather than the marriage – the family. Women nowadays see marriage and children as restrictions - infringing on their freedom. I think it's all hogwash - a bunch of nonsense."
"Olivia is far from selfish, dad."
"Well if she plans on working who is going to raise the children and take care of your home? She can't expect you to do those kinds of things, not with the kind of work you do. Besides, Grant men don't do that sort of thing."
Fitz shakes his head as he swallows the hot coffee. Since he was a kid he learned not to bother trying to debate his father on certain issues.
"Children need their parents Fitzgerald, not some nanny or one of those prisons they try to pass off as a daycare. That's why I never permitted your mother to work. Children need to always know they are loved."
The doorbell rings before Fitz can respond.
XXX
It has been over two weeks since Olivia and Fitz had their consultation session with Rev. Walker and tonight they have started reading the pamphlets that have been sitting on the coffee table in Fitz' apartment since the consultation. Olivia reclines against the arm of the sofa, resting her legs across Fitz' lap, as they prepare for their first session next week.
"Babe, there's a lot of interesting information in this pamphlet that I never thought about." Olivia says, focusing on the text in the pamphlet.
"Like what?" He asks, not looking up from the pamphlet he is also reading.
"Well, there's a topic on living arrangements and questions about where we will live after we're married and after we have children. And, I already know you want a few kids Fitz."
"Four or five", he reminds her.
"But we never discussed how soon we want to start a family, how far apart we want them to be, or our philosophies on raising our children."
"We'll figure all of that stuff out later, Liv."
Flipping to the next page of the pamphlet Olivia reads the section on money."
"Hmm", she says.
"What?"
"Well, I'm reading the topic on money. There are some interesting questions here, babe. We haven't had any discussion about how we are going to manage our money. You make so much more than me but I want to contribute my fair share to our household expenses."
"I don't care about that. Whatever I have is yours, Liv."
"But I need to contribute, Fitz."
"Do whatever you want Liv", focusing intently on the pamphlet.
"Oh my goodness", she squeals.
"What now?" Still reading his pamphlet.
"There's a topic on parents and in-laws. There are some interesting questions about the amount of time we each should spend with our parents and our expectations for joining each other on visits to our parents. There is even a question on how we plan to spend the holidays. These are some interesting questions, babe."
"What makes them so interesting?" He asks.
"Fitz, your family spends a lot of time together – and I mean a lot." She says absently while continuing to read. "You know we won't be able to spend as much time with them once we're married – especially after the children come."
"Why not?" Finally looking up at his fiancé. "I thought you liked my family."
"I do, but …"
"But what?"
"Sometimes it's – well it can be too much", she stammers.
"Too much? What do you mean too much?" He asks incredulously.
"All of the get-togethers, holidays, the brunches …"
"My family has always done those kinds of things, Olivia."
She looks over at him and sees he is getting upset.
"I'm just saying ..." sliding closer to her obviously irritated fiancé and lifting his hand to her lips. "It would be nice if we could just spend some time alone. And, once we have children it would be nice to celebrate the holidays in our own home. That's all I'm saying."
"You just aren't used to interacting with a traditional family."
"What do you mean by that?" She asks as she slides back to her spot at the other end of the sofa. He has apparently touched a nerve.
"Well Liv, you being an only child and the type of parents you have –"
"What do you mean the type of parents I have? You act like there is something wrong with my parents." She glares at him.
"I'm not saying that at all. It's just their lifestyle is a bit unconventional, not like my parents at all."
"Well that's a good thing", she says, getting up from the sofa and walking toward the bedroom.
"Where are you going? We haven't finished our homework."
"I'm going to my unconventional bed", she says as she storms from the room in a huff.
He looks at her in shock as she retreats to the bedroom..
XXX
Olivia and Fitz are rushing to meet with Rev. Walker tonight for their first official counseling session. They both were busy today with work and almost forgot about their appointment. Now as they sit in the familiar chairs in front of Rev. Walker's desk, they silently reflect on their homework assignment when the Reverend begins to speak.
"When we had our consultation session last month I asked each of you why you wanted to get married, and you both said you wanted to get married because you love each other."
Fitz reaches for Olivia's hand and she smiles eagerly at Fitz then looks back at Rev. Walker.
"It's a wonderful thing when two people find each other and want to share a life together. The feeling is absolutely amazing. They walk around feeling giddy and thinking about and wanting to be with each other all of the time. They spend countless hours on the phone talking about everything and nothing at all. Sometimes it's enough just to hear the sound of the other person's breath on the other end of the phone. They block everyone else out of their lives and friends and family will probably find them excruciatingly annoying."
The couple look at each other and smile.
"This is called the romantic or honeymoon phase of a relationship. And, fortunately or unfortunately it doesn't last forever."
The two look at the man quizzically and wonder how he could say they won't be in love the longer they are in a relationship.
"Once you move beyond the period of romantic love, then you will be really ready for real love, the kind of love that transforms each of you into being the best person you can be. If you don't do that then you will suffer."
"What you mean, Reverend?" Fitz asks curiously.
"I'm not saying you won't love each other the longer you are together, not at all. But I am saying that reality will begin to set in. And the reality is we are all flawed people. And during the honeymoon period of a relationship you are more willing to overlook the flaws you see in each other. But the more years you are together the more stress you will have to deal with. And how you deal with the day-to-day challenges of life will determine if you will make it together as a couple."
Fitz and Olivia nod.
"How you deal with the effects your careers will have on your marriage. How you deal with extended family and in-law matters. How you deal with determining when to start a family, how many children to have, and who will assume primary responsibility for raising the children can cause stress in a marriage and test your love for each other."
Olivia and Fitz are in deep thought as they listen to the Reverend. While they some of these topics in the pamphlet, they didn't appreciate the effects these issues could potentially have on their marriage until Rev. Walker provided his wonderful context.
"So Fitz – Olivia, love is necessary but it is by no means enough to have a long-lasting marriage."
"Then what is, Rev. Walker?" Olivia asks anxiously.
"Commitment. Romantic love is fluid – it comes and goes. But commitment – well that lasts a life time. You two must be committed to each other during the good times and the bad times."
The couple seem to be soaking in everything Rev. Walker is saying.
"You have to commit to the relationship and not your personal agendas. You have to find ways to compromise or at least have the conversation that allows the two of you to see things eye to eye."
Olivia and Fitz are processing everything the man is saying.
"Please don't think I'm preaching gloom and doom – not at all. But I am here to make you aware of the kinds of things that if not attended to can doom your marriage. It's been my experience over the past 40 years that the couples whose marriages last learn how to communicate and compromise."
Rev. Walker leans back in his chair and studies the couple's faces closely. He has seen the expression they are wearing countless times over the years after couples realize love is not enough to sustain a marriage.
"Any questions?" Rev. Walker asks as he twirls his eyeglasses in his hand.
"I think you've given us a great deal to think about Rev. Walker", Fitz says solemnly.
"Yes, we have a lot to discuss", Olivia says.
"Fine. For our next session read and discuss the topic on Gender Expectations."
XXX
Over the past few months life has gotten busier for Olivia and Fitz. The activities for both of their businesses have increased significantly. Olivia has been awarded another grant to help the community and Fitz is getting more clients than he can realistically handle without a formal staff. Also, the wedding is in seven months and there is just so much to do. While they have hired a wedding planner to organize the event, Olivia still has not found a gown she likes. She is feeling stressed because time is running out. And, she and Fitz are finding it increasingly difficult to keep their appointments with Rev. Walker. They have already rescheduled their second session twice because of her and Fitz' hectic schedules.
"Life seems to be getting busier for you two", Rev. Walker says leaning back in the squeaky chair.
Olivia begins to apologize for having to reschedule their session two times. Rev. Walkers waves away her apology, acknowledging they are two busy people, which makes it all the more important for them to have a shared understanding about expectations in the marriage.
"You two must realize we are living in different times where the traditional marriage might not work for a progressive, 21st century woman and a traditional or non-traditional man."
Fitz furrows his brow and gives the man a puzzled look.
"Fitz, today's woman has much more social freedom and more career opportunities than women of previous generations. Many women today hold secondary degrees and are financially independent than ever before in history. Some women are even the sole breadwinner or make more than their husbands."
Fitz nods.
"Fitz, many of today's women do not need a man to take care of them. They have so many more options today. They can choose to remain single. They can choose to marry. Or they can choose to do a myriad of things in between. So when a woman marries a man she does so because she chooses to do so. She sees marriage as a choice, not a chance because she doesn't have other options."
Fitz listens closely to the Reverend.
"And as for children, the stigma for an unmarried woman having children is all but gone. Not that I'm condoning it – mind you", he makes the obligatory statement. "If a woman chooses not to marry but wants children, there are many options these days she can explore to become a mother."
"It sounds like what you're say Reverend is that we men are becoming extinct."
"No, what I'm saying is we men have to find new ways of being with women today. The equality of women and men is now recognized to a greater extent, which means there needs to be an adjustment in the traditional roles of husband and wife. When this adjustment does not take place, tension and conflict can occur in the marriage."
Fitz and Olivia listen intently.
"Happy and successful marriages will have to be aware of the rights and needs of today's woman. Husbands must be prepared to take their full share of household duties and of the care of children."
Olivia nods in agreement as Fitz shifts in his seat.
"And Olivia, while Fitz needs to be cognizant of your needs as a modern woman, you must also be aware of his needs as your husband and make sure you don't neglect them."
Now it is time for Olivia to furrow her brow and look at the Reverend quizzically.
"Olivia, the fast-moving modern world that we live in today has ensured that women are working longer hours, juggling more responsibilities, and progressively less able to place their men as their top priority."
Fitz looks at Olivia out of the corner of his eye.
"In fact, when the children start to come most women place their children at the top of their priorities – which may seem like the best thing to do - but the man can grow to resent this."
Olivia listens intently.
"In the meantime, the husband gets or feels neglected. So Olivia, you must remember that just as the modern woman wants to be understood, so does today's man."
Olivia appears to be in deep thought as she nods.
"But above all, you two will have to relate to each other as equal partners. And each of you must take responsibility for building a relationship that is satisfying for both of you. You must remember that there can be no authentic or enduring love without constant effort and readiness for sacrifice by both of you."
Fitz and Olivia nod simultaneously. They are getting much more out of these sessions than they expected. When they get home they vow to make these sessions a priority and to do everything within their power not to reschedule them.
Over the next several sessions with Rev. Walker they discuss topics like personal and professional goals, intimacy, and conflict resolution. By the end of the fifth session the Reverend has guided the couple in exploring some of the most important topics they will face during their marriage. They now have the tools to work through any issues that might come up during the course of their marriage. They just need to remember to use the tools when they are faced with difficulties.
"Rev. Walker I was skeptical about the need for premarital counseling when Olivia suggested it, but I think these sessions have been very beneficial. I have a lot more understanding of the things that are important to Olivia – and the things that are important in a marriage. Thank you for helping us to understand how to deal with the kinds of issues we might encounter later."
"You're quite welcome, Fitz. That's the purpose of these sessions - to raise awareness about things you might not have thought about or were too uncomfortable discussing on your own."
"We have learned a lot more about each other Rev. Walker", Olivia says as Fitz intertwines his hand with hers. "Thank you so much for being patient with us."
"It was my pleasure. And always remember, I am here for both of you if you ever need me."
"And thank you for agreeing to marry us", Olivia smiles happily as she looks up at her husband-to-be.
XXX
It is May and the wedding is scheduled to take place in three days. The wedding planner has done a fantastic job organizing the event and everything is going according to plan. Olivia and Fitz agreed to keep the wedding small, only inviting his family, her parents, Councilwoman Briggs, and Mona and her husband Tom.
Olivia's parents arrive today from Senegal and she is so excited because she wanted her mother to be with her tomorrow for the final fitting of her wedding gown. There are many things Olivia does not mind doing alone, after all, her parents raised her to be independent. But when it comes to preparing for the final days before her wedding, she wants her mother to be here with her and Gwendolyn Pope wants to be there for her daughter.
Olivia insisted her parents stay with her at the small apartment while they are in town for the wedding. When she and Fitz return from their two-week long honeymoon her parents will continue to stay at her apartment until they decide to return to Senegal. They promised Olivia they would stay in town until she and Fitz returned from their honeymoon.
As Olivia finishes preparing the apartment for her parent's visit Fitz drives to the airport to escort them to the restaurant where the Popes and Grants will meet for the first time.
XXX
All of the Grants are waiting at Remy's for Fitz to arrive with Olivia's parents. Gerry and Maura are a bit anxious because they do not know what to expect. They hope they will all get along since the two sets of parents are going to be linked together forever, well, at least for however long the marriage lasts.
"Mother of god", Gerry says with widen eyes when he sees his son walking toward their table with whom he assumes are Olivia's parents. His mouth hangs open and he slowly sets his glass of scotch down as he watches the trio approach the table. Maura wonders what has unnerved her husband so she follows his line-of-sight with her eyes.
"Is that …? Are they?" Her small hand grabs her husband's wrist.
"I'm afraid so", lifting his glass and taking a huge gulp.
Gwendolyn Pope sails through the restaurant following the hostess and Fitz. Calvin Pope is bringing up the rear. Gwendolyn, Gwennie, as her husband of 32 years refers to his wife affectionately, is wearing a traditional, bright orange Senegalese boubou (robe) and a matching headdress. She is adorned with huge silver earrings and an array of gold, silver, and leather bracelets line her right arm and jingle whenever she moves. Calvin is also dressed in a traditional Senegalese red boubou with a matching kufi. On his right index finger he wears a huge, round onyx ring set in silver.
"Dad - mom, please meet Olivia's parents, Calvin and Gwendolyn Pope", Fitz says cheerfully when they all reach the table.
The two sets of parents smile, shake hands, and exchange polite greetings. Gwendolyn slides in the booth next to John and Fitz and her husband slide in after her. Fitz introduces the Popes to his brother John, his sister Nora, and begins to introduce Bennie.
"Oh we know Ben", Gwendolyn says, waving her hand in the air dismissively, causing the bracelets to jingle. "Ben was a staple around our home when he and Livia were in school. How are you these days, Ben?"
Hello Mrs. Pope - Mr. Pope. It's good to see you too." Ben says from across the table.
"Livia says you're in medical school, Ben."
"Yes sir. Actually I begin my surgery residency in North Carolina in six months."
"Cardiology right?" Calvin asks stroking his chin with the finger that holds the large ring.
"Yes sir."
"Then two more years."
"Yes sir."
"That's terrific, Ben. So did you introduce your brother to Livia?" Gwendolyn asks innocently.
"No, ma'am. They kind of met on their own", shifting uncomfortably in his chair.
"Mrs. Pope, I just love your outfit. It's absolutely beautiful - you're beautiful. I see where Olivia gets her good looks." Nora says sincerely while also trying to save her older brother from further embarrassment.
"Hey, I had a hand in our Livia's good looks too", Calvin quips.
"Pay him no mind, Nora. My husband is such a jokester", swatting Calvin lightly on the arm. But thank you dear for the compliment. This is the kind of dress most Senegalese women wear every day."
"Wow."
"Would you like something to drink Mrs. Pope?" Fitz asks.
"I'll just have sparkling water. Thank you, Fitzgerald."
"And you sir?"
"Just water for me too. We don't drink alcohol."
Gerry wants to roll his eyes as he raises his glass of scotch to his lips.
"Where is our Livia? I thought she would be here by now." Calvin looks squarely at Fitz for an answer and Fitz looks at the text message from Olivia.
"She just texted me, she's on her way."
Calvin nods.
"Gwendolyn, Olivia says you and Calvin are missionaries. That sounds very interesting."
"And rewarding, Maura. When Calvin and I were planning our retirement we knew we wanted to continue to support our church through our missionary work and we decided to move to Senegal, where our church has an annex, to teach the word of the Lord and educate the children."
"So how long do you plan on staying over there?" Gerry asks, looking at Calvin.
"Until we're no longer needed, Gerry."
"I admire that kind of dedication", John says, pushing his beer bottle back and forth on the table. "But it must've been difficult giving up the comforts you had here in the States?"
"John, Senegal is quite the metropolis. You would be surprised. We, however, live outside of the city in a small village. But to answer your question, no, we don't miss anything about living in the States. Quite frankly we found it liberating to rid ourselves of our possessions. Isn't that so, dear?"
"My wife is correct. We had no problems leaving behind all of the material trappings of the West for a more simple and peaceful life."
"Really?" Maura asks with intrigue.
"Frankly Maura, we planned our escape – had it all mapped out before we retired. We gave up the big house, the cars – all of the headaches."
"That was a pretty big house you guys had", Bennie says.
"The less you have, the less you have to worry about", Gwendolyn says. "After a while the house was just too big. When Livia went away to school we realized just how big it was – such a waste of space. I was happy to be rid of it. The cleaning –"
"I can certainly understand", Maura says softly.
"It's so – so freeing", says Calvin, spreading his large hands wide. The grass cutting, the fixing of this and the fixing of that", he shakes his head at the memories. "Who needs to do all of that work at our age?" Now looking across the table at Gerry.
"Well I love our home. I like the kids having a place to come – a place they can always call home", Gerry says.
"Well it looks like your kids are all grown up, Gerry. One is actually getting married in three days and he better not think about moving back home with mommy and daddy", Gwendolyn smiles and pats Fitz on the arm.
"I wouldn't dare", Fitz returns the smile.
"Good answer, Fitzgerald. Good answer", Calvin says smiling and patting his future son-in-law on the back.
"Well I like the idea of having a family home – a place where the family can always come together and celebrate", Gerry insists.
"You like it because I'm sure you don't have to maintain it", Gwendolyn says, waving her hand in the air and causing the bracelets to jingle again."
Gerry struggles not to roll his eyes.
"Were you concerned at all about leaving Olivia here alone?" Maura asks.
"Not at all, Maura", Gwendolyn answers, swatting away the question and causing her bracelets to jingle once again.
Gerry huffs at the annoying sound the bracelets are making.
"We raised our Livia to be independent. She is very self-reliant - always has been. She can take care of herself. We always thought it was important for Livia to know how to navigate this world without having to depend on her parents or a man. No offense, Fitzgerald."
"None taken." Fitz raises a hand in surrender.
Not liking what he is hearing, Gerry leans back in his seat and eyes the strange couple.
"We raised our daughter to believe in herself and in her abilities, to take pride in her fortitude and tenacity, not to shy away from challenges, and to take on new tasks. And if she happened to find a husband along the way, well that would be wonderful, but not a requirement for her existence", says Calvin.
"Besides, Olivia is never alone. Just because we don't have a home in the States does not mean we are not always available for her", Gwendolyn says as she lifts the water glass to her lips.
"That's right", says Calvin. "We use Skype talk to our daughter every week, and Fitzgerald now as well. That's how I got the opportunity to meet Fitzgerald face to face. You wouldn't think we'd let our precious child marry someone without meeting him first, would you?"
"My husband really grilled poor Fitzgerald something awful when he Skyped Calvin to ask for Livia's hand."
"That he did", Fitz says, remembering the day well because the conversation lasted for hours.
"I needed to look the man in the eyes who wanted to take away the most precious thing in this world from me and my wife. I needed to see in his face if he was committed to not just loving her, but respecting who she is as a woman."
"Looks like you passed the test Captain", Nora chimes in.
"I'm a lucky man to be marrying Olivia. She's a wonderful woman."
"Fitzgerald assured me that he would respect our daughter and the work she does and would never try to change who she is", Calvin says.
"She sure works a lot", Gerry announces.
"My daughter doesn't see what she does as work, Gerry. She sees it as a labor of love. She is a caring woman and is committed to helping those who are less fortunate than herself", Calvin defends his daughter.
"I don't know how she's going to be able to keep the kinds of hours she does now when they start a family", Maura says.
"That's why she will have a husband - to help with the children and around the house. I'm sure Fitzgerald wouldn't expect Livia to do it all by herself and run her business too." Gwendolyn says.
Gerry shifts in his seat and flags the waiter to order another drink.
"Gwendolyn, those are some interesting bracelets you're wearing", Maura says, sensing her husband's discomfort.
"They were handcrafted by some very talented Senegalese artisans. This one is made from dyed goatskin." She says pointing her newly manicured index finger to the bracelet. "The artisans also use a lot of gold and silver and interesting jewelry making techniques dating back for centuries."
Maura nods as she admires the woman wearing the bracelets.
"So you had no fear of moving to a foreign country - of moving on?"
"Maura", Gwendolyn begins, eyeing the women closely. "Fear keeps us trapped in situations that no longer serve us. Letting go of what no longer works for us creates space in our lives for opportunities that completely align with who we are now. We have to be willing to face our fears, Maura."
Maura nods and sips her Chablis as the waiter sets another drink in front of Gerry.
"That's right, like the people who are too afraid or too lazy to work and who would rather sit back and let the government take care of them."
Maura looks at her husband in disbelief. In fact, everyone around the table looks at the outspoken man trying to understand how his remarks relate in any way to the current conversation. Fitz closes his eyes and inhales deeply because he knows where his father is headed with the commented he just made.
"What?" Gerry says, looking around at all of the astonished faces "We've become a nation of takers. Every damn body is getting a government check or trying to get one and your daughter is helping them."
"Dad, that's enough!" Fitz yells. "Olivia does no such thing. She helps people who are in need. She does terrific and much needed work for the community."
"What. Did. You. Just. Say?" Calvin asks through clenched teeth as he glares at Gerry.
"You heard me. I'm tired of my tax dollars going to the entitled – the lazy. We can barely fund our national defense programs because everybody has their damn hand out for a check. Our country can't afford to take care of those who won't work for themselves."
"Dad please, not tonight." Fitz tries to calm the storm that is building.
"I'm a proud, life-long Republican and so is my family", Gerry brags. "We have certain beliefs."
"And I'm not a proud, life-long Republican, and neither is my daughter", Calvin says now glaring at Fitz.
Fitz feels a headache building so he rubs his forehead as both fathers look at him. In fact, everyone at the table is now looking at him.
"Olivia and I have discussed our differing political and social views. We're good", he says curtly as he leans back in his seat, crosses his legs, and sips his scotch.
Now not sure that the apple does not fall too far from the tree, Calvin looks Fitz up and down for a long while before turning his attention back to Gerry.
"So Gerry, you would condemn the poor family who gets a few dollars in food stamps, or the young mother who needs assistance to raise healthy children, or the poor soul with a mental condition who gets a monthly disability check?"
"I condemn freeloaders", Gerry growls and takes another sip from his glass.
"Dad please." Fitz tries again. "Tonight is not the time for this."
Nora and Bennie look left and right at the two fathers as though they are watching a tennis match.
"So you want to muzzle me and not him?" Gerry points at Calvin whose right hand displaying the huge ring is now clenched into a tight fist.
Fitz cannot believe what is happening. The family meet and greet has gone to hell. The wedding is in three days and the two fathers are ready to rip each other to shreds. He looks to John for help but John simply shrugs because he knows his father cannot be harnessed once he has gotten himself worked up. And it does not seem like Mr. Pope is finished yet either. Calvin's body is as rigid as a board as he leans forward and rests his forearms on the table.
"Well do you condemn the welfare subsidies the rich get for their private jets and yachts and their beach homes, Gerry? Do you condemn the welfare subsidies for America's biggest banks? The too-big-to-fail banks?"
Calvin bangs his fist on the table causing the silverware to rattle and the water from the quaking glasses to splash onto the table. Patrons in the restaurant turn and look in the direction of the commotion. And John looks at the once playful and easygoing Calvin Pope while Fitz wonders what the hell is taking Olivia so long.
"Sure, some of the programs for the needy are occasionally misused", Calvin continues. "But anyone with a scintilla of sense knows that the abuse of subsidies is far greater in the corporate suite", he says clenching his teeth.
"I don't have to listen to this nonsense. I'm not letting you marry into this kind of family", Gerry growls, now glaring at Fitz.
"And I wouldn't dare let my daughter marry into a selfish, greedy, backwoods family like this", Calvin growls too.
The two men grimace at each other as Olivia runs up to the table and squeals excitedly when she sees her mother and father."
"Mom. Dad."
XXX
"I don't know why they couldn't get married in our family church", Gerry whispers not so softly to his wife as they sit in Triumph Tabernacle waiting for the ceremony to begin.
"Don't get yourself all worked up, dear. What's done is done."
"Olivia has Fitzgerald by the balls."
"Gerry, you're in a church", Maura admonishes her husband.
"It's not our church", shrugging off the reprimand. "Fitzgerald does whatever Olivia says. He needs to stand up and start acting like a real man and tell her how things are going to be."
Ignoring her husband's latest rant, Maura looks straight ahead, trying not to roll her eyes at her husband's ridiculous statement. The organist starts the processional music and Rev. Walker and Fitz take their places to right of the altar, facing the guests.
As Bennie escorts Nora down the aisle he prays the next six months go by quickly when he sees his brother standing at the altar ready to marry the woman he has loved silently for so many years. He and Nora take their positions at the altar.
John escorts Mona, the Matron of Honor, down the aisle and they take their positions at the altar. Fitz smiles at his Best Man.
When the organist starts to play the wedding march, the guests stand and turn to get a glimpse of the bride. When the doors open everyone gasps when they see Olivia standing with her father. Gwendolyn wipes the tears from her face when she sees her baby girl all grown up and ready to get married.
"She looks absolutely beautiful, Gwendolyn", says Councilwoman Briggs.
"She does, Marla. She does."
Fitz wipes the tear rolling down his cheek with the back of his hand and Calvin smiles proudly as he escorts his daughter down the aisle to her husband-to-be.
"Did he have to wear that?" Gerry whispers to his wife.
"Olivia looks absolutely beautiful", once again ignoring her husband's comment.
When father and daughter reach the altar, Fitz approaches the pair and Calvin gives him Olivia's hand. Calvin then kisses his daughter on the cheek and takes the seat next to his wife. He pulls a handkerchief from the pocket of his black boubou and wipes the tears from his face. Gwennie pats his arm while wiping away her own tears.
"You look beautiful", Fitz says to his wife-to-be.
"And you look handsome", she says softly, trying not to cry and ruin her makeup. "I love you", she mouths only for his ears and his heart sings as he smiles uncontrollably.
"And you may kiss your bride", Rev. Walker says proudly.
And Fitz does and almost everyone in the church cheer on the couple as they share an extended and passionate kiss. Nora rubs her Bennie's arm in consolation.
At the end of the ceremony Rev. Walker introduce Fitz and Olivia to the guests as husband and wife, as Mr. and Mrs. Grant.
XXX
As Olivia and Fitz sit in their first-class seats on the flight to their honeymoon destination, they reflect on the drama surrounding their wedding. For awhile they thought they might have to ditch all of their wedding plans and elope to someplace peaceful and quiet. Their fathers were close to strangling each other and threatening not to attend the wedding. Neither wanted to compromise, budge, or move an inch from their position.
"I was scared for awhile, Fitz. I can't believe we finally got them both into the same room."
"You mean the same church. My father was complaining the whole time – up until we said our I dos."
"Well thank God for Rev. Walker and Minister Oswald."
"Minister Oswald is a good man. He's been the minister of our church since I was a kid", Fitz says.
"I'm so happy they convinced our fathers to attend our wedding. I would have been so disappointed …"
"Everything turned out fine, Liv."
"What are we going to do when we have kids – when they have to be baptized?"
"It's not their call", Fitz says, relaxing into his seat for the long flight.
"But they want to be involved in our lives, Fitz."
"Involved doesn't mean they get to control our lives. We're adults, Liv. Remember what we learned in counseling. We have to set boundaries for our families. Now get some rest." He pecks her on the cheek and squeezes her hand as he dozes off.
XXX
Their legs are covered with sand as they sit on a beach in the Greek island of Santorini, allowing their bodies to drink in the rays from the waning sun.
"Babe, I have sand everywhere. And I mean everywhere."
"Let me see", Fitz says playfully.
"Fitz, we're out in the open."
"So what, it's a private beach. No one can see you. Now let me see."
Not really sure how private the beach is, Olivia looks around checking if there is anyone else on the beach.
"Take it off, Liv. There's no one else around."
"Have you ever gone to a nudist beach?" She asks curiously.
"I have", he says nonchalantly.
"Really?" Weren't you …"
"What?"
"Well, weren't you a bit embarrassed showing your business to everyone?"
"My business?" He looks at her strangely, not sure what she is referring to.
"Your business, Fitz." Nodding her head toward his private parts.
"You mean like this?" Pulling off his swim trunks and tossing them somewhere across the beach.
"Oh my god, Fitz", she says in surprise then looks around for beachcombers. She knows Fitz is comfortable walking around the apartment in the nude and he has even convinced her to do it once or twice, but doing it in public is something altogether different.
"Now take yours off", he says, reclining on the towel with his hands behind his head enjoying the sun warming his face.
Olivia scans the beach again and moves closer to her husband hoping his bended knees will provide her a bit of privacy.
"I'm waiting, Mrs. Grant", he says reclining with his thighs wide apart allowing the sun to tan every part of him.
"OK, OK", she says, not sure which piece she should remove first, the top or the bottom.
"Do you need some help over there, Mrs. Grant?" He asks teasingly.
Olivia quickly develops a strategy for removing her bikini. She decides to remove her bottoms first because she can sit on her knees and no one will be any the wiser. Then she will remove the top and quickly snuggle close to Fitz. She slowly slips out of her bottoms.
"Now take off your top", trying to suppress his laugh as he hides behind his mirrored aviator sunglasses.
Olivia unhooks the top and sand flows from the cups. Unlike her daring husband she neatly folds her bikini so she can find it when it is time for them to leave.
"There, I did it. It's done", she says triumphantly.
Fitz turns his head toward his wife and lifts the sunglasses from his eyes to see the proof. He nods a few times, lowers the sunglasses onto his face, and lies back onto the towel. Olivia looks at him incredulously.
"What now? What do I do now?" She asks anxiously, flailing her arms.
"It's the golden time of day, Liv. Lay down, relax, and wait for one of the most beautiful sunsets in the world", he smirks.