Always in My Dreams

by dustypencils

AU. Olivia and Fitz have been married for 6 years and have a four-year-old daughter named Cena. Olivia runs a nonprofit she founded and Fitz is a retired Naval officer who negotiates business deals for high-profile clients. Olivia has left their home and Fitz does not know why or where she is. Find out how these two came together and why Olivia felt she needed to leave her family.

33. Chapter 33 The Appointment

A/N: kkimberly49, you're right, all of the dirty secrets are not out of the bag. Cleo, I could relate to Fitz as well. I was in a similar place after my surgery. yesparteme, feliz pore star gostando da historia. I hope I got that right. Guest, thanks for keeping me honest and reading so carefully. You're right, Cena is now 6. Olivia was not naïve about Charlie, but she had no idea the depths of his crazy feelings for her. Women don't think every man who likes them will eventually try to kill them – at least I hope not. You want drama? Coralsue3, how's that Dem/Rupub thing working during these times? We'll read more of this in future chapters. kelleekellkell, someone had to stop Mama Pope's cooking and give Hildie back her kitchen. Hildie gave Schuller those special rolls because he did a special thing for the people she cares about. Symone0939, you're right, the real heal begins in this chapter. Mari, you did some serious marathon reading. We'll read a bit more about the interracial/mixed race theme in future chapters. I'm sure you will check me. Welcome aboard.

Sorry for the delay in posting this chapter. It's getting harder and harder to find time on the weekends to edit this work. Here we go!

Chapter 33. The Appointment

Dressed impeccably in a navy blue skirt suit and lavender silk blouse, Marion exits the elevator on the seventh floor of City Hall and walks down the long hall toward the mayor's office. Mayor Wilson has summoned her to his office and she has no idea what he wants, but she brought her revised budget just in case he wants to scrutinize her numbers again. As she struts down the hall in her black Jimmy Choo pumps and carrying her Louis Vuitton briefcase, she wonders who else will be attending the meeting since the mayor's assistant gave her next to no details about the meeting's purpose. When she approaches the assistant's desk, the young woman gives her a sympathetic smile, and Marion returns a half-hearted smile. Now she knows this meeting is not going to be pleasant, so she takes two deep cleansing breaths before knocking on the door.

"Come in", the voice behind the door growls.

Marion crinkles her nose when she enters the office because the awful cigar smoke hanging heavily in the air immediately offends her olfactory receptors. Wilson stands with his back to the door puffing on his cigar as he looks out the window admiring his city. He does not bother to turn around when he hears Marion enter the office, so she stands in the middle of the room waiting for the man to acknowledge her presence; she refuses to give him the pleasure of stating the obvious. Making people wait is one of the many small ways in which Wilson likes to demonstrate power, so Marion waits patiently, counting down to when she has to file her nails tonight.

Marion has dealt with a lot worse men than Wilson while attending medical school and during her residency. Some of the aspiring doctors told her outright that medical school is no place for a woman, especially one as attractive as she. Others had the audacity to say she was better suited to be the wife of a doctor, even going as far to follow up their denigrating comments with a proposal of marriage, or something far less appealing. And when she rejected all of their weak offers, they tried to retaliate in all kinds of childish and not-so childish ways.

But Marion was unmoved by the attempts to belittle her and thwart her career because she saw through each and everyone one of those small men. Each masked their own weakness and insecurity by trying to bully and intimidate women. She supposes that is why they went into the medical profession, to be idolized and praised by those who could not see behind their masks. And sadly but true, men in government are no different than men in the medical field. She supposes men are men. She ruminates about all the loud and egotistical men that have crossed her path as she waits for another insecure man to acknowledge her presence.

"This is a beautiful city", Wilson says, still looking out the window, and Marion remains silent, glaring at his back with disdain. "It is my pleasure to serve the people of this great city", he says in a lofty tone, as he turns and lasciviously sweeps his eyes over her body. She cringes internally, wondering where the nearest shower is located.

Wilson sits in his huge chair, sets his fat cigar onto the ashtray, and begins to rifle through a stack of papers on the desk. He picks up a document and pretends to examine it for a few minutes before finally looking up and offering her a seat – another small power move.

"Have a seat Marion", gesturing a hand toward one of the chairs situated in front of his desk.

Without taking her eyes off the man, because she knows never to take her eyes off an asp, Marion sits in one of the uncomfortable chairs and sets her briefcase on the floor.

"I don't like playing games Marion, so I'm going to get right to the point", leaning back in his seat and giving her a look meant to intimidate.

Watching the smoke curl upward from the cigar, Marion summons everything within her not to laugh out loud because the man's every action since she walked into the smoke-filled office amounted to nothing more than game playing.

"I understand you single-handedly saved Fitzgerald Grant and his family after the accident."

"That's a bit of an overstatement, sir", wondering how he knew about her invovlement at the accident site.

"I don't think it is", studying her closely. "I got a full report on the accident from the local yokel – a Chief Schuller. The report says you performed some emergency procedure on Grant – kept him alive until the ambulances got there."

"I just did what I was trained to do, sir."

"I see", nodding his head while twirling the Mont Blanc pen in his right hand. "What the hell were you doing up there? And don't tell me you just happened to be driving by", he says forcefully.

"Excuse me?" Tilting her head slightly.

"You heard me. What the hell were you doing up there? You don't strike me as the hiking or fishing type."

"I was on my personal time, sir – not city time."

"Answer my damn question, Marion", banging his fist onto the desk, and she does not flinch, which only serves to increase his ire.

"With all due respect, sir –"

"Remember, Dr. Harris, you serve at the pleasure of the mayor. And I am the goddamn mayor of this great city", turning halfway around in his seat and pointing toward the window through which he was just peering.

"But I don't seek the pleasure of the mayor", Marion fires back, her own anger beginning to rise. She has had enough of his nonsense.

Wlson stands and leans forward with his fists pressed onto the desk, and the two glare at each other for a long while, neither willing to break the staredown.

"I expect – no – I demand complete and total loyalty from all of those who work for me", he snarls through clenched teeth. "Do you understand me, Dr. Harris?"

"I hear you, Mr. Mayor", unmoved by his bluster.

"Wilson grunts something imperceptible as he walks over to the bar and pours himself a drink. He does not bother to offer the city's top doctor a drink.

"Everybody knows you can be tough, Marion. But don't test me on this - too much is at stake here."

Marion has no idea what the man is referring to and nor does she care, so she continues to stare straight ahead thinking about what she is going to have for dinner tonight.

"You may leave now, Dr. Harris", dismissing her as he brings the glass to his lips.

Marion grabs her briefcase from the floor and stomps toward the door. Ignoring all professional courtesy, she does not bother to say a good-bye as she wraps her hand around the cool brass door knob.

"And Dr. Harris", Wilson says, turning to the woman who is almost out the door. "Stay the hell away from those Grants. Any enemy of mine should be an enemy of yours."

Marion turns to face the mayor and launches her final response.

"And Mr. Mayor, as I said earlier, how I choose to spend my personal time is my business", slamming the door behind her.

Wilson grimaces as he brings the glass of bourbon to his lips, thinking Grant is one lucky bastard.

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The family is sitting around the family room relaxing after eating another one of Hildie's scrumptious meals. Cena is on her father's lap cuddled into the side that was not injured in the accident and emulating his movements. Fitz is still searching online for a new car, so she swipes her finger across her tablet screen each time he swipes his finger across his screen. Olivia sits at the other end of the sofa working on, of all things, a needlepoint project she started while at Mirage. One of the counselors at Mirage, who was an avid crafter, suggested needlepoint as a way to relax and take her mind off the things that brought her to the facility. So she decided to embroider a pillow for the new baby and she continued the project, for a while, when she returned home. But when life got busy again she put the project aside. Today, however, she found herself digging through the mountains of boxes in the basement looking for the pillow she started last year. The pillow will match the pink and white fringed blanket Mona gave her for Jolie's crib. Hopefully, the mindless will stop her from thinking about what Chief Schuller told them last week.

"Fitzgerald, have you decided on the kind of car you want?" Calvin asks, absently rubbing his full belly.

"I haven't, Calvin. But I need to decide on something real soon", looking up from the tablet.

"Look what JoJo did, daddy", pointing across the room as the infant throws her small stuffed toy again. Fitz smiles in Jolie's direction, thinking his baby girl is going to be a lefty like him.

"JoJo doesn't like that toy", Cena states with conviction.

"And how do you know that, Cee?" Olivia asks, looking over at her daughter.

"Because she always throws it and cries", Cena says in a matter-of-fact tone.

Olivia sets the needlepoint onto the sofa cushion, walks across the room, and picks up the soft toy from the play mat. She puts the toy back into Jolie's hand and by the time she returns to her seat, Jolie has tossed the toy again and is starting to cry.

"I told you, mommy. JoJo doesn't like that toy. She likes that one", pointing across the room at the purple tiger."

"That Jolie can really have a temper at times", Calvin says as his wife bends down to pick up the crying baby.

"She only gets upset when she's hungry. Right Jolie?" Defending her granddaughter.

"And when she poops", Cena says, giggling and hiding her face in her father's chest. Fitz kisses the top of her head and smiles. "Daddy, get that truck", pointing to the huge vehicle displayed on his screen. "That's Uncle John's truck – nothing can crash that."

"Come, Cena", Olivia says, setting the needlepoint onto the table next to the sofa. "It's bath time. We have a big day tomorrow.

"I'll be up in a minute, babe", Fitz says with a frown.

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A few hours later Olivia is draped across her husband in a deep sleep, and he is sleeping soundly as well, until the tiny voice coming through the baby monitor sitting on his nightstand jolts him awake - again. He jumps up immediately, knocking his wife off him and across the bed, startling her from her sleep. Since the crash Cena periodically has nightmares about the huge black truck pursuing them in the dark tunnel. She always wakes from the nightmare at the same point, when the truck plows into their car. When the nightmares first started Fitz would sit in his daughter's bedroom throughout the night, comforting and ensuring her that everything was going to be all right and that she was safe. However, after a week of him sleeping in Cena's room Olivia insisted he allow Cena to sleep alone and should return to their bed. Setting up Jolie's extra baby monitor in the two bedrooms was the compromise.

"What – what's the matter?" Olivia asks, still foggy with sleep.

"Cena needs me", he says hurriedly before dashing from their bed and down the hall to once again comfort his daughter. They have a big day tomorrow and he wants her to be well rested and at ease before she starts therapy.

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Since the crash Gwendolyn has taken on the task of getting Jolie dressed in the mornings while Calvin gets Cena ready for the day. She and her husband are happy they can help Olivia and Fitz while they continue to recover from their injuries, but they are also ecstatic they are getting to spend so much time with their precious granddaughters.

Despite the many illnesses she has had in her short life, Jolie is proving to be a happy and resilient six month old who seems to never tire of the attention she gets from everyone, especially from Nana Pope. Jolie and Gwendolyn have become fast friends and have established a ritual for starting their day together. Each morning when Gwendolyn enters the nursery she walks over to the dresser and winds the vintage music box, allowing the melodic sounds of Holding Horses by French electronca artist Colleen to fill the room, which always causes Jolie to smile and wriggle in the crib. And like every other morning when Gwendolyn picks up Jolie from the crib she sees the baby has once again kicked off her blanket. While making a mental note to tell Livvia she thinks Jolie gets too hot at night clothed in pajamas, a knit cap, and covered with the blanket, Gwendolyn folds the pink and white fringed blanket and hangs it on the cribs top rail.

"Good morning, Jolie", Gwendolyn coos, and Jolie smiles because she recognizes her name and Nana's voice and face. "You are such a happy baby so early in the morning – aren't you?" Gwendolyn says softly as she carries Jolie over to the rocker for their morning talk. There is no urgency.

After the two have caught up on the happenings in each other's lives, Gwendolyn carries the baby over to the changing table and removes the knit cap, pajamas, and diaper; it is time for her morning bath. Jolie squeals and kicks her legs wildly each time Nana Pope squeezes the towel and the warm soapy water streams over her round belly.

"Are you ready for a shampoo, mademoiselle?" Gwendolyn asks playfully as she reaches for the natural baby shampoo. Jolie's wispy blonde hair seems to be getting longer by the day and she laughs each time Gwendolyn pours the warm water over her head to rinse away the suds.

After bath time is over, Gwendolyn carries Jolie back to the room and winds the music box again, and Jolie once again kicks her legs and flails her arms. As the music plays softly, Gwendolyn warms the unscented lotion in her hands and gently massages the thick liquid over Jolie's body, not missing one roll of fat.

"So, what are we going to wear today, Jolie?" Gwendolyn asks as she finishes snapping on the onesie, and Jolie gives her grandmother a clueless look.

Gwendolyn shakes her head as she does every morning when she looks into the dresser drawers because Jolie has enough clothes to fill a small boutique for infants. After pondering for a few minutes what to put on Jolie, she decides on a green romper and matching green and white socks. She then brushes the infant's fine hair with the antique silver brush and places the yellow and white knit hat on her head. Their daily ritual has come to an end and it is time to make their way downstairs for breakfast.

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Performing basic daily routines like showering and getting dressed are still somewhat of a challenge for Fitz. His fractured ribs are not fully healed and he is often in pain. And this morning is no different as he is moving slower than usual. He sat up with Cena for most of the night until she fell back to sleep. As he walks into the closet, he lets out a loud yawn.

"You didn't get much sleep last night", Olivia says, sliding on her favorite black Palazzo pants.

"I'm fine, Liv", pulling the baby blue V-neck sweater from the shelf and walking back into the bedroom.

"You can't - shouldn't—run into Cena's room whenever she calls you. She has to learn how to self-soothe again", tucking the white silk blouse into her pants.

"My daughter needed me. I won't let her lie in the dark frightened and crying", wincing as he pulls the sweater over his head.

"Do you need some help with that?" Looking out the corner of her eye watching him struggle with the sweater.

"I'm fine."

"Are you sure, babe?"

"I'm fine, Liv."

"Well, I'm going downstairs to get some breakfast. You need to get downstairs soon if you're going to eat before we have to leave."

"I'll be down shortly", he says tiredly.

When his wife leaves the room Fitz sits on the bed, leans forward, and covers his face with his hands. He slides the brown bottle from the nightstand and pops a painkiller into his mouth, washing it down with water. Olivia will have to drive to the doctors' appointments he thinks as he slides his feet into the brown loafers. He cannot bother trying to lace his oxfords today, it just takes too much effort. He takes another sip of water and heads downstairs to prepare for their first day out of the house since the crash.

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Olivia enjoys seeing her parents in her kitchen every morning when she comes downstairs for breakfast. While the circumstances that caused them to return to the States are not ideal, she loves having them back home nonetheless; she has missed them so much. Having her parents back home to help her and Fitz recover from the crash is truly a blessing in many ways. Cena and Jolie can really get to know their other grandparents, in person, not just through Skype. She smiles when she sees her mother feeding Jolie and her father standing near the coffee maker pouring another cup of that spicy coffee. Today is a good day she thinks as she glances around the room.

"Good morning", Olivia says cheerfully, kissing Cena on the top of her head and glancing at her daughter's outfit.

"Good morning, mommy", Cena says just as cheerfully.

"Good morning, Mrs. Grant. Will you be having breakfast this morning, ma'am?"

"Good morning, Hildie. I'll have the usual, thank you", sitting on the stool next to Cena. "Dad, did you select Cena's outfit today?" She asks, looking at the mix of colors and patterns her little girl is wearing.

"We did it together, right Cena?" Smiling proudly as he brings the mug to his lips.

"Right, GranPop", the little girl agrees just as proudly.

"We had to hurry this morning so we could get in our morning stroll before Cena leaves for her doctors' appointments. We didn't have time to wait for your mother to finish up with Jolie."

"I see", Olivia says, glancing over at her mother who shakes her head in amusement. Gwedolyn Pope usually helps her husband select Cena's clothes in the mornings.

As Hildie sets Olivia's breakfast on the island in front of her, Cena updates her mother on the latest sighting of Rufus.

"Mommy, we saw Rufus again. And Rufus barked at GranPop."

"He did?" Glancing over at her father who simply rolls his eyes.

"Rufus seems to be a good judge of character", Gwendolyn smirks as she slides the spoon into Jolie's mouth.

"Good morning", Fitz says, walking into the kitchen with a big smile.

"Good morning, Fitzgerald", Calvin and Gwendolyn say in unison and Jolie squeals when she hears her father's voice. He pecks Jolie on her food-covered lips and frowns.

"JoJo, I don't know how you eat that stuff", wiping his mouth with Olivia's napkin.

"Don't say that, Fitz. She likes it."

"She doesn't know any better", pecking his wife on the cheek and tousling Cena's hair as he walks over to the coffee maker.

"May I fix you breakfast, sir?"

"Thank you, Hildie. I'll have what my wife is having."

"Right away, sir", turning back to the stove to scramble another batch of eggs.

"Café Touba, Fitzgerald?" Calvin asks, holding up the coffee pot invitingly.

"Um– sure", Fitz stutters.

Olivia smiles to herself as she watches her father fill her husband's mug with coffee. She has stopped her mother from cooking and now it seems like she will have to stop her father from making that spicy coffee every morning, but she will let her husband suffer for a few more days. She will have to buy another coffee maker tomorrow after her lunch with Marion.

"So what's this I hear about Rufus?" Kissing Cena on the top of the head as he takes the seat next to his daughter.

"Daddy, we saw Rufus again and he barked at GranPop", she giggles.

"And why did Rufus bark at GranPop?"

Cena simply shrugs her shoulders because she really does not know why Rufus always barks at her grandfather.

"Daddy, I want a dog", giving her father the best pouty face she can muster.

"Cena, I said no dog. They're a lot of responsibility", Olivia says quickly and Cena drops her chin to her chest and pokes out her bottom lip.

"And don't give me that face, young lady", Olivia says, watching her husband smile as Hildie sets a plate of his favorite cinnamon rolls in front of him.

"Hildie, you are a gem", pecking the woman on the cheek and she immediately turns a bright shade of red.

"Eat up, babe", rubbing her hand across his back as she walks over to the sink. "We have to get going soon if we're going to be on time for our first appointment."

"Maybe we'll think about a dog later", Fitz whispers to his daughter, which brings a big smile to her face.

"Let's go put on your coat, Cena", Olivia says as she lifts the smiling girl from the stool.

"Have a good day, Cena", Gwendolyn says with a smile, happy that her granddaughter is finally going to start therapy.

"Bye, Nana", waving her hand like the princess in a parade.

"We'll play a game when you return, Cena", Calvin says, pecking his granddaughter on the cheek. "Okay?"

"OK, GranPop."

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When Fitz finishes his breakfast he walks into the family room and sees his daughter sitting on the sofa swiping her finger across the tablet screen.

"Are you ready, Pricess?"

"Here you go, babe", Olivia says, walking into the room carrying his jacket. "Mom, we should be back around one."

"Take your time, Livvia. We'll be fine", looking down at Jolie who is sleeping in her arms.

"Babe, do you want to drive?" Olivia asks, digging into her purse looking for the car keys, and Cena begins to cry.

"What's the matter, sweetheart?" Fitz asks, immediately squatting in front of his daughter and wiping the tears from her face. "Why are you crying?"

"I don't want to go, daddy."

"Princess, therapy will help you to walk again. The sooner you start walking the sooner you can go back to school and resume dancing. Don't you want to see Asha?"

"I'm scared, daddy", blue eyes staring into blue eyes. "You might crash again", and she begins to scream, causing Calvin and Hildie to run into the room.

"Shhh. Shhh. Don't cry. You don't have to go. Daddy won't make you go", picking up his hysterical daughter and she immediately wraps her arms tightly around his neck.

"Promise, daddy", she says weepily, pressing her face against his neck.

"I promise, sweetheart", he says, and the shame deepens.

"Fitz, she has to go today. She needs to start therapy", Olivia tries intercede.

"It's pointless to try to get her to go today, Olivia. She's too upset."

"Fitz –"

"She's not going today, Olivia", he snaps and her eyes widen from the unexpected outburst.

"You don't let a child make adult decisions", raising her voice as well.

"I'm making the decision and I say she's not going today", glaring at his wife while rocking his sniffing daughter. "Reschedule her appointments", he commands as he carries Cena upstairs to her bedroom.

"For when?" She calls out with incredulity, but he does not bother to respond.

"What about your appointment?"

Gwendolyn and Calvin watch as their daughter takes off her coat and pulls out her phone.

"Livvia –"

"Not now, mom. I have to reschedule Fitz and Cena's appointments", tossing her husband's jacket onto the sofa as she walks toward the study.

Hildie shakes her head and walks back into the kitchen.

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As Fitz sits in the large contemporary wingback chair holding his daughter on his lap he looks around the room decorated that is for a little girl and shakes his head. He had no idea his daughter was traumatized to this extent. How the hell could he have missed it? He will never forget the fear he saw in her eyes when it was time for her to get into the car.

"Are you feeling better, Princess?" Brushing back her hair and looking down at her with concern in his eyes. Cena shakes her head slowly from side to side.

"How can daddy make it better?" Kissing the top of her head.

"Don't drive, daddy. The big truck might crash us again", wrapping her arm tightly around his waist.

The morning has slipped away and the early afternoon sunlight streams through the sheer curtains warming their faces. Fitz holds Cena protectively as she sleeps, sliding the wet thumb from her slightly agape mouth. He carefully slides her arms from the coat and hangs it on the arm of the chair. He inhales deeply and rests his head against the back of the chair. He has to make this right. He has to help his little girl to overcome her fear and make her feel safe again.

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After the events of the morning, dinner at the Grant house is much quietier than usual. There is no laughing and chattering by GranPop Pope and Cena. There is no storytelling about Olivia's childhood by Gwendolyn. All that can be heard is the deafening silence and the occasional scraping of a utensil against a plate. Hildie made an extra effort to prepare a wonderful meal in hopes of cheering up the family. She even prepared Cena's favorite dessert, but no food of any kind is enough to repair the damage that has been done to the family.

"Hildie has really outdone herself tonight", Calvin says, scooping the last of the beef stroganoff on his plate into his mouth.

"Hildie certainly has a talent", Gwendolyn says, setting the fork on the side of her plate. "Livvia, Cena has been doing quite well in our classes. She grasps concepts so quickly. We're breezing through the curriculum her teacher sent over."

"I'm glad to hear that, mom. We really appreciate everything you're doing to keep Cena current with her class."

"I absolutely love spending time teaching my granddaughter, Livvia. Many grandmothers don't get this kind of opportunity", she says, pushing her plate aside.

"You're an excellent teacher, Gwennie - always has been", Calvin smiles as he pats the top of his wife's hand.

"Well dear, early childhood education is not just about the classroom - about learning concepts, letters, numbers, colors and shapes. It's also about socializing. Children learn from each other – in the classroom and at play", bringing the glass of water to her lips, which causes the brass charm bracelet to jingle.

Olivia rubs her right temple because she knows what her mother is alluding to and she does not doubt her husband knows as well.

"Are you ready for dessert, Princess?" Fitz asks Cena who is sitting on his lap and eating her meal. "Hildie made your favorite."

"Yay", Cena claps happily at the prospect of eating the Black Forest Napoleon cake.

"Fitz, let Cena sit in her own chair when she eats dessert", Olivia says carefully, eyeing her husband closely.

"She's fine where she is, Olivia", he says tightly and Gwendolyn leans back in her chair, crosses her hands on her lap, and glances at her daughter.

"I'll get your dessert, Cena", Calvin says, standing quickly from his seat. "And I think I will have some too. Does anyone else want cake?" Glancing around the table at the adults' solemn faces.

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After everyone has gone to bed Olivia walks into the study and curls into Fitz' large chair. The study has become her refuge at night, the place where she can be alone and think. She pulls his sweater tightly around her body and sits in the dark for hours thinking again about how much healing her family has to do before they can get back to normal. But to be honest, she rather not deal with any of that right now. Her family is home and safe and that is the only thing that matters and she does not care what anyone thinks.

The next morning,Olivia leans over and kisses her sleeping husband on the corner of his mouth before leaving for her appointments. He is exhausted because once again he sat up with Cena throughout the night. Although he has not said anything to her, she knows he feels guilty about the crash and Cena not believing she can walk, so she gives him space to work through both his mental and physical pain.

He stirs in his sleep and turns onto his back when he feels her lips brush against his face.

"Liv?" He says in a raspy voice, still half asleep.

"Go back to sleep, babe", she says softly. "I'm leaving for my appointment." He nods, turns onto his side, and falls back to sleep.

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"Mom, after my doctor's appointment I'm meeting Marion for lunch. Can you and dad check on Fitz while I'm gone?"

"Of course, Livvia. Go and enjoy this beautiful weather we're having. I'm sure it won't last too much longer."

"Thanks, mom. I'll be back in a few hours."

"Take your time, Livvia. Jolie is napping and your father and Cena got a late start on their daily walk. Tell Dr. Harris I said hello."

When Olivia pulls into a parking space at Restaurant 52, she sits in the car for a few minutes reflecting on the first time she dined at the restaurant with Marion. It was shortly after she learned about the water problem in Springfield Heights and wanted to discuss the matter with certain city officials. And since Marion is the Director of the Department of Health, Olivia wanted the city's top doctor to provide her expert opinion on how lead poisoning affects the health of young children. Olivia remembers being impressed by Marion's knowledge and hoped they could work together in the future. She shakes her head and sighs as she stares out the windshield at nothing in particular because that day seems like a lifetime ago. So much has happened since then.

Olivia pulls the small gold compact that Nora gave her as a birthday present from her purse and looks into its mirror and sees she has once again streaked her makeup. She dabs the small sponge over her face to conceal the sadness, then touches up her lipstick. Satisfied the mask is back in place, she slides from the car and walks across the parking lot toward the restaurant, thinking she has to call Maura and check how Nora is coming along.

"Welcome, Mrs. Grant. We are so happy to see you back at Restaurant 52 again", the hostess greets her carefully. "We all have been keeping you and your family and our thoughts."

"Thank you, Katie", Olivia says with a kind smile.

"Follow me, Mrs. Grant. I'll show you to your table. Your guest has already arrived."

As Olivia follows Katie through the dining room, she feels the many eyes of the diners on her. Today is her first day out in public since the incident and she is totally unprepared for the attention she is getting. When they pass the table with a group of older woman who are all wearing red hats, someone grabs her wrist, stopping her movement.

"Olivia", one of the elderly women begins. "It is so good to see you. We prayed for you and your family. Triumph Tabernacle has the best prayer warriors ever, you know", and the other ladies sitting at the table nod in agreement.

"Thank you so much", Olivia says kindly. "My family and I appreciate your prayers very much."

"And you tell that handsome husband of yours we're waiting for him to take office and shake things up in this city", another woman says.

"And give those beautiful babies a hug for all of us. Children are strong Olivia – they're going to be fine", a third woman says knowingly.

"Thank you. Thank you all so much for your kind words", Olivia says with tears in her eyes.

"And tell Gwendolyn we're looking forward to seeing her and Calvin at Bible study on Wednesday night", another woman says.

"I will - and thank you again", taking Katie's lead to move on to her table.

"Enjoy your lunch, Mrs. Grant", Katie says with a smile as she hands Olivia the large menu. And Olivia smiles at Katie in return.

"I am so sorry to keep you waiting, Marion", Olivia begins with an apology.

"I saw those ladies stop you", looking over in the direction of the Red Hats who are looking in their direction as well. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. I wasn't expecting to discuss what my family has gone through in the midle of a restaurant", she says shakily.

"Olivia, you are known for your work around here, your husband is the new City Council president, and the accident has been all over the news. People in this city care about you and your family."

"It's unsettling nonetheless, Marion. I'm just trying to get back to normal."

"Well, don't try to rush it. You and your family have been through a lot. It's going to be a while before you all are back to normal – whatever that is", raising the glass of Chardonnay to her lips. "You look wonderful by the way", scanning the dining room for their waiter.

"Thank you", Olivia says, sliding the black linen napkin from the table. "So much has happened since the last time we were here."

"How are you feeling, Olivia? You had a very serious concussion."

"I'm fine. I had my follow-up appointment with Dr. Nagler this morning and he gave me a clean bill of health."

"That's terrific. A concussion is a serious matter. You have to take it easy – don't overexert yourself."

"There's no chance of me doing that. Mom and dad will hardly let me do a thing."

"Well that's good. Take advantage of their help while you can."

"What can I get you, ma'am?" The waiter asks Olivia with his ink pen poised to take her order.

"I'll have an unsweetened iced tea, please."

"Of course. And ma'am, would you like another glass of wine?"

"Sure - why not?" Marion says, downing the last drops of the liquid from the glass.

"Terrific. I'll be back shortly with your drinks, ladies."

When the waiter walks away, Olivia slides her hands across the smooth wooden table, taking Marion's hand into hers. And Marion looks at her curiously.

"Marion, I don't know how I will ever thank you", tears welling in her eyes again. "You saved my husband's life – the lives of my entire family. If you hadn't come along ..." Each time she thinks about how close she came to losing everything that is precious to her she starts to cry.

"Olivia – "

"There just aren't sufficient words I can use to thank you. I owe you everything, Marion. I owe you my life."

"Olivia, while I appreciate your gratitude, remember I am a doctor. That is what I do - or used to do."

"Don't minimize what you did, Marion. I don't know what I would ever do without Fitz. And you took such good care of my babies. I – we are forever indebted to you."

"Now you're embarrassing me, Olivia", leaning back against the booth as the waiter sets their drinks onto the table.

"Well you are just going to have to be embarrassed. Fitz and I will never forget what you did for our family."

"How is Fitz doing by the way?" Shifting the conversation away from her.

"He's improving slowly. He still tires easily and is experiencing some pain. He hasn't gone for his follow-up check-up yet."

"He hasn't?" Marion arches an eyebrow in surprise because she knows the injuries Fitz suffered should be checked by a physician within a few weeks of him being discharged from the hospital.

"Marion, Fitz seems to have changed since the accident."

"What do you mean?"

"There is a sadness about him, and he has become so protective of Cena - more so than usual."

"Well, I think that's to be expected, Olivia. He and Cena suffered the most injuries in that accident. But the sadness, well you might want to keep an eye on that. People whose lives have been changed by a traumatic event can sometimes experience depression."

"Depression?"

"I'm not saying Fitz is clincally depressed, I'm just saying it's something you should watch out for. It's not uncommon for victims of a traumatic event to relive the event over and over in their heads, trying to change the outcome. This can lead to depression."

Olivia nods with a worried look on her face.

"Cena's afraid to get into another car", Olivia says sadly.

"So what is her therapist saying?"

"She hasn't started her sessions yet and she hasn't gone back to school either. Fitz won't allow it."

"I would give him – them - a little more time to work through this, Olivia. It's only been a few weeks since they've been back home.

"I just want my family to get better, Marion. I don't know if I can take much more", she confesses.

"Things are going to get better, Olivia. You can't overthink this."

Olivia nods as she nervously strokes her chin.

"What does Fitz' brother have to say about all of this?"

"Who, John?" Olivia asks somewhat confused.

"No, I mean Dr. Grant", Marion says slyly.

"Well I haven't talked to Ben about any of this. In fact, I haven't seen him since Fitz and Cena were discharged. Maura says he's been really busy at the hospital and he calls to talk to my parents."

"I see. So how is Jolie? She's a real dynamo you know. When is the cast scheduled to be removed?"

"She sees the pediatrician in two weeks."

"She is so precious, Olivia. Both of your girls are beautiful."

"They are and I love them with all my heart", eyes welling with tears again and this time Marion slides her hands across the table and gives Olivia's hand an encouraging squeeze.

"When things get back to normal Fitz and I want to have you over for dinner. He wants to personally thank you."

"As I said, no thanks is needed, Olivia. But I will take you up on that dinner."

"And you can bring a date if you like", giving Marion a genuine smile.

XXX

With legs crossed, Fitz sits in his chair in the family room reading another article on hysterical paralysis in children as his mother-in-law wraps up Cena's lesson for the day. While he knows what has caused his daughter's condition, he needs to learn more about what modalities have proved to be successful in treating the condition. Each article he reads all say the same thing, the child must feel safe and loved if they are to overcome the belief that they cannot walk. He knows he has to rebuild her trust in him, something that has always been a given. He knows he has to continually reassure her that he is still her protector and she is safe with him. He has to help her to want to walk again.

"Daddy, Nana says I'm smart", smiling brightly as she sits at the little desk across the room.

"Nana is right, you are very smart", smiling at his daughter encouragingly.

"Fitzgerald, my husband and I will be heading over to Triumph after Cena's lesson, will you be okay alone with the children? Livvia said she would be back after lunch."

"Of course, Gwendolyn. You don't need to hang around here all day, we'll be fine. Right, Cena?" Setting his tablet onto the table next to his chair and looking over at his daughter who is playing happily with her tablet.

"Right, daddy", swiping her finger across the screen.

"Jolie is napping and should be asleep for a few more hours", Gwendolyn says as she clears the room of the educational paraphernalia.

"Thank you, Gwendolyn. Hildie can help us if necessary. Tell Rev. Walker I said hello."

"Will do", Gwendolyn says as she carries all of the educational supplies to the study.

"Princess, how would you like to go swimming with daddy today?"

Cena panics immediately and tears well in her eyes as she contemplates having to use her legs.

"You can hold onto daddy the whole time", trying to sound upbeat. "I won't let you go - I promise."

She nods her head timidly in consent, not wanting to disappoint her father.

"Let's go put on our bathing suits", clapping his hands together as he stands from his chair.

Fifteen minutes later, dressed in swimwear and holding large beach towels, Fitz carries his daughter into the kitchen.

"Hildie, Cena and I are going for a swim."

"A swim?" Hildie exclaims, before she thinks to check the appropriateness of her response as she usually does.

"Please listen for Jolie, she is still napping."

"Of course, sir", looking curiously at the father and daughter.

XXX

Fitz carries Cena out back, down the deck stairs, and across the yard to the pool. As he sets their towels onto one of the lounge chairs, he looks up at the sky, grateful for the unseasonably warm weather. He then sets Cena onto the ledge of the pool, letting her feet dangle in the water. He climbs into the water and stands in front of her, giving her a reassuring smile.

"Are you ready, Princess?" He asks, and she shakes her head from side to side. "Okay, you tell daddy when you're ready."

After a few minutes, Cena stretches out her arms and Fitz lifts her from the ledge and begins to tread slowly through the shallow end of the pool.

"Don't drop me, daddy", she says in panic, tightening her arm around his neck.

"I won't drop you, sweetheart", holding her close to his chest.

With each step he takes, Cena's body grows tenser, tightening her arm around her father's neck. For the next 30 minutes Fitz slowly carries his daughter around the pool, allowing her to get reacclimated to the water.

"Are you ready to get out?"

Cena opens her eyes and nods her head up and down vigorously. Fitz walks the frightened little girl back to the ledge and gives her a big kiss on the cheek.

"You did well, Princess", and she gives him a slight smile. "I'm going to get our towels now, okay? Can you sit her by yourself for a minute?"

Cena nods, watching her father climb from the pool and walk over to the lounge chairs. He dries off quickly and slips on his button down shirt before grabbing Cena's terry cloth robe.

"Put this on, Cee", sliding the robe over her arms. "Let's go inside so we can wash off some of this chlorine." Cena reaches for her father and he picks her up and heads toward the house.

"My flip-flops, daddy", turning in his arms and pointing to her rubber shoes still by the pool.

"We can't forget those", walking back over to the pool and wincing as he bends to pick up the shoes. He slides the flip-flops onto her feet and carries her into the house.

"Hildie, I'm going to give Cena a bath. Is Jolie still asleep?"

"Yes she is, sir", looking at Mr. Grant strangely.

XXX

For the past week Fitz and Cena have begun to swim daily, well he is still carrying her around the pool but she is definitely more relaxed than she was when they began the activity. And to the chagrin of Gwendolyn Pope, father and daughter swim every morning after Cena completes her lessons. Gwendolyn does not like her son-in-law's strange behavior and she plans to make her sentiments known to her daughter, which is so out of character for her because she does not believe in interfering in anyone's life, especially her daughter's life. She has always believed individuals should have the freedom to make decisions about the myriad of choices that life presents to them, although her mother did not subscribe to that belief. But she and her husband raised Livvia with those same values. But Cena is a mere child, and children do not get to make adult decisions. Children rely on their parents to always do what is in their best interest. And in Gwendolyn's opinion, what Fitzgerald is doing is in not in the best interest of her grandbaby. So, after putting Jolie down for her morning nap, she walks through the large house in search of her daughter.

"Hildie, have you seen my daughter?" Gwendolyn asks when she sees Hildie dusting the coffee table in the family room.

"Mrs. Grant is in the kitchen, ma'am", looking up from the table with the feather duster poised midair.

"Thank you, Hildie", Gwendolyn says, her traditional dress flowing like a ship's sail as she walks toward the kitchen.

"Hi, mom", Olivia says, looking up from pouring the homemade baby food into the small glass jars.

"Where's Fitzgerald this morning?" Gwendolyn asks, taking a seat at the island.

"Mom, please", Olivia says, carrying the empty blender jar over to the copper farmhouse sink.

"Livvia, you know I don't like to interfere, but what Fitzgerald is doing isn't good – for anyone."

Olivia sets the blender in the sink, fills it with cold water, and closes her eyes.

"He needs to –"

"I know what my husband needs, moms", she snaps.

"Then you better give it to him. You are the heart of this family, Livvia. As the wife and as the mother, everything operates around you. You have the power to fix this."

"I'm handling it, mom."

"How are you handling it? Your family is falling apart and you're walking around here pretending like you don't see what's going on."

"I see everything that's going on in my house, mother." She says forcefully.

Gwendolyn folds her arms across her chest, leans back against the stool, and stares at her daughter. And Olivia begins to wither under her mother's hard stare. She feels like the little girl of long ago, the little girl who always shriveled under the look her mother is now giving her.

"I have to go, mom", hurrying out back to the deck. Gwendolyn closes her eyes and sends up another prayer to her creator and follows her daughter outside.

"Livvia, I understand you're afraid, baby. You almost lost your husband, and everyone knows how much you love that man. Hell, you even breathe in sync. But baby, what's going on around here - what Fitzgerald is doing – it just isn't good for any of you. You have to stop it."

Olivia remains silent, looking straight ahead from behind her large sunglasses as Fitz and Cena play in the pool. She thinks about the wonderful times she, Fitz, and Cena have had in the pool over the years. She remembers how scared Cena was to put her face into the water when Fitz was teaching her how to swim, but she did it anyway because she trusted her daddy and wanted to please him.

"Take back your family, Livvia", patting her daughter on the shoulder before walking back into the house where she sees her husband lifting a mug to his lips. "You need to talk to your daughter – get her to put an end to the madness that's going on around here. After all, she has always been a daddy's girl."

XXX

The drive today over to Triumph Tabernacle is unusually quiet because Gwendolyn Pope is still upset about Fitzgerald's behavior and her daughter's seemingly unwillingness to do anything about it. Calvin remains silent because after 40 years of marriage he has become an expert in knowing when to give his wife her space to sort through whatever is bothering her before she is ready to talk.

"Fitzgerald entertaining Cena's fears just isn't healthy Calvin. She will never walk again – get over her fears - if he does not require it. And Livvia isn't saying a word."

"You have to give him time, Gwennie. Fitzgerald is a smart man, he won't allow this to go on much longer."

"Smart people sometimes do things that are not so smart. I'm telling you, Calvin, I won't stand by much longer and allow my granddaughter to remain a cripple. The doctors say there is no physical reason why she isn't walking – it's psychological. She needs professional help to get her through this. Cena needs to be in counseling so she can learn how to articulate her feelings rather than hide from them. Fitzgerald cannot just love her through this."

Calvin Pope knows not challenge his wife once she has gotten herself worked up, so he remains silent as he pulls the compact rental car into the parking lot of the church.

"Let's see if we can talk to Richard about it before we start our work with the children", he says. "That is, if he has time today. Would you like that, Gwennie?" Calvin smiles at his wife lovingly.

"At this point I'm willing to talk to anyone", she says, climbing from the car and stomping toward the double red doors of Triumph.

XXX

When Calvin and Gwendolyn enter the church they see Rev. Walker standing in the hall talking to a member of the Deacons Board.

"Maybe we should wait until after class", Calvin suggests.

"We'll wait here until he's finished", Gwendolyn shoots back.

"We don't know how long he is going to be", Calvin replies.

"Well it looks like he is almost finished."

"And how do you know that?" Calvin says in frustration.

When Rev. Walker hears the battle going on between Calvin and Gwendolyn Pope, he excuses himself from the deacon and walks over to the couple.

"Calvin – Gwendolyn—it is so good to see you. You're here a little earlier than usual aren't you?"

"Richard, we we're hoping to have a few words with you before we start the children's classes", Gwendolyn says anxiously.

"Of course – of course. Come to my office", leading the way down the hall.

"May I get you something to drink Gwendolyn—Calvin?" He asks as the Popes sit in the two chairs in front of the desk.

"No – no. We're fine – I'm fine", Calvin says.

Rev. Walker takes his seat and leans forward, causing the old chair to squeak, and Gwendolyn smiles inwardly because Rev. Walker apparently has not oiled the chair while they have been in Senegal.

"I cannot believe this weather we're having", Rev. Walker says, trying reduce the tension in the room before getting to what is going on.

"It is a fine day, Richard. I don't think I've ever experienced weather like this in December in all of the years we lived in Church Falls. I guess we can blame it on global warming", Calvin says with a chuckle.

"Perhaps", Rev. Walker says, sliding the handkerchief from his inside jacket pocket to clean his eyeglasses. "While I appreciate all of the fine work you've been doing to open our new school in Senegal, I must admit I do miss the two of you at Triumph."

"It's good to be back home, even under the most unfortunate of circumstances", Calvin says.

"Yes, yes", Rev. Walker says, nodding in agreement. "How are Olivia and her family doing these days? Our Triumph prayer warriors prayed hard for them."

"We – well I'm concerned about Olivia and Fitzgerald", Gwendolyn blurts out.

"Concerned?" Rev. Walker says, furrowing his brow. "I thought they were doing better – recovering from the accident nicely. A few of the Red Hats told me they saw Olivia at lunch a week or so ago. They said she was looking as lovely as ever. They were very lucky, praise God."

"There were indeed", Calvin says.

"Richard, I don't like what I'm seeing", Gwendolyn interjects quickly and Rev Walker looks at the woman strangely.

"Maybe it would be helpful Gwendolyn if you told me what is going on."

"Well, I don't like what's going on around Olivia's home."

"And what exactly is going on?" Rev. Walker asks, picking up the letter opener on his desk.

"It's Fitzgerald - he won't allow Cena to go to therapy", she blurts out again and Rev. Walker frowns because what she said does not make sense.

"It's not that he won't let her go", Calvin says carefully, not wanting to further upset his wife.

"Well he's playing into her fears", giving her husband a look that says you're supposed to be on my side.

"Perhaps if you two gave me a little more detail I can understand what exactly is going on", Rev. Walker says calmly and with a smile.

"Richard", Calvin continues in his usual even tone. "Two weeks ago Cena was scheduled for her first visit with the physical therapist and psychologist. And, when it was time to go she had a meltdown of sorts. The poor child is afraid to get into another car and she pleaded with her father not to make her."

"And that is unacceptable", Gwendolyn interrupts again.

"I see", Rev. Walker says. "And what does Olivia have to say about all of this?"

"That's just it, Richard, she hasn't said a word. It's as if she is condoning Fitzgerald's behavior."

"Gwennie", Calvin says, trying to calm his wife.

Rev. Walker leans back and the annoying chair squeaks again. He tosses his eyeglasses onto the desk and thinks about the pre-marital counseling he provided Olivia and Fitz. He thinks about the crisis in their marriage that prompted Olivia to leave home and check into Mirage. He thinks about the couple who sat in his office with Hiram and Jeanette after little Deon upset Cena. He has no idea how much of this Olivia has shared with her parents and he does not plan to break the couple's confidence.

Fitz and Olivia have experienced a lot of challenges that have tested their marriage over the past year, but they have managed to work through them together and seemingly becoming a stronger couple as a result. But this latest tragedy is the most devastating of all, and they are going to need a lot of time and support to get through this if they are going to survive as a family. Silently praying for the proper words to assuage Gwendolyn's concerns, once again Rev. Walker leans forward and prepares to provide Gwendolyn and Calvin his counsel.

"Gwendolyn – Calvin", Rev. Walker begins slowly. "As you know life can sometimes throw us all kinds of challenges, and frankly we never know how we are going to respond to those challenges until we are actually faced with them."

"Amen", Gwendolyn and Calvin say in unison.

"And while most of us have become somewhat adept at handling the simple challenges of life – the loss of a job, the breakup of a relationship – it is quite a different story when it comes to dealing with the kind of life-changing tragedy Olivia and Fitz have faced."

Gwendolyn and Calvin nod in agreement.

"When one realizes the lives of their entire family was within inches of being snatched away forever, it changes a person. Your daughter's family has been changed forever, Gwendolyn, and they know it better than anyone. And right now they are all doing the best they can – coping the best way they know how under the circumstances."

"But that's why they need professional help, Richard."

"That might very well be true, Gwendolyn, but what they all need first and foremost is time – time to heal physically and emotionally. And they also need your love, support, and understanding."

Calvin nods.

"I understand that, Richard", Gwendolyn says, leaning forward and setting a hand onto the desk, which causes the brass charm bracelet to jingle. "But –." Rev. Walker holds up a hand to stop Gwendolyn from continuing her statement.

"When you say but, Gwendolyn, you discount everything you said before that little word. If you truly understand, then give Fitz and Olivia more time to work through this and trust they will do what is best for Cena and their family."

Gwendolyn slowly reclines in the chair and crosses her hands in her lap. While she understands what Rev. Walker is saying, and agrees with him for the most part, she still does not condone what is happening and plans to keep a watchful eye on her daughter and Fitzgerald.

XXX

Bare feet and in desperate need of a haircut and shave, Fitz drags his tired body into the kitchen, passing by Jolie who is playing with something on her high chair tray. Olivia sits at the island and watches her husband walk by Jolie. There is no morning greeting or kiss. A shift has occurred in their marriage in the past month.

"You missed your follow-up appointment", she says flatly.

"I'll reschedule", making his way over to the coffee maker for his first of many cups of the day.

"This is the second appointment you have missed. You need to be checked. You had a collapsed lung and -"

"Olivia, please."

"You're ignoring Jolie and she knows it", and he pinches the bridge of his nose because he feels another headache coming on and it is not yet eight o' clock.

"You can't keep doing this", regulating her tone as she glances over at a smiling Jolie. "You have two children around here in case you have forgotten."

He keeps his back turned to her and shuts his eyes tight, bracing himself for the daily tongue-lashing.

"Not today, Olivia", he says tiredly as Jolie clicks her tongue over and over.

"JoJo has a doctor's appointment today. She might get the cast removed if the x-rays show her wrist is healed."

"That's good", he says, sipping the coffee.

"Will you be coming with us this time?"

"I can't today. I'm sure your mom or dad are willing to go with you."

"Why not? Your baby daughter's cast might be removed today and you can't come?" She says with incredulity.

"I want to swim with Cena today."

"Can't you go swimming after JoJo's appointment?" Growing angry with him again.

"I said no, Olivia", heshouts with finality.

"Is everything all right in here?" Calvin asks as he enters the kitchen, looking back and forth at his daughter and obviously upset son-in-law.

"Everything is fine, dad."

"Good morning, Calvin. Did you sleep well?"

"Yes, I did - just fine, Fitzgerald", continuing to look at his daughter and her disheveled husband.

"Dad, how would you like to go to the pediatrician with me today? JoJo might be getting her cast off", rolling her eyes at her husband.

"I would love to. Jolie, you are going to be a real terror once you get that thing off your arm. Jolie bangs her cast on the high chair tray and gives her GranPop a big, toothless grin.

"Excuse me, I have to get Cena ready", Fitz says, setting his mug in the sink.

"Of course you do", Olivia says with derision.

On his way out the kitchen Fitz strokes Jolie's cheek with his long index finger and she gurgles and laughs from her father's touch.

XXX

As Olivia drives Jolie and her father to Dr. Jordan's office, Calvin uses their drive time as an opportunity to offer his daughter some sage, but unsolicited advice.

"Livvia, you know your mother and I have always given you the freedom to make your own decisions and learn from your mistakes."

"Not you too, dad", she groans while focusing on the traffic.

"Livvia, most of us men have been raised to protect the women in our lives - our sisters, our daughters, our wives, and our mothers. It's not wrong, it's not bad, and it's not even sexist. It just is."

"Dad, that thinking is so outdated."

"Maybe it is and maybe it's not. Although your mother and I raised you to be independent, we always wanted you to choose, if you so desired, someone who is a good provider and protector. And Fitzgerald fits the bill. I could not have picked a better husband for you if I tried."

"I know Fitz is a good man, dad", resting her head on her hand as she waits for the traffic light to turn green.

"Your husband is suffering right now, Livvia."

"I know Fitz feels guilty about the accident."

"I didn't say guilty - of course he feels guilty – who wouldn't? I said he is suffering. He is in such mental distress and it is causing him to behave in unusual ways."

"The accident wasn't his fault, dad. Chief Schuller says—"

"It doesn't matter what anyone says, Livvia. He was driving and his whole family almost died. And his precious Cena is still hurting –emotionally and physically. The man is trying to do everything within his power to make her feel safe again - to make things right."

"I get that dad, but he needs to let me help and stop shutting me out."

"No, you need to let him do this on his own - at least for a while. You need to give Fitzgerald time Livvia - but not too much time. He and Cena can get stuck in a codependent pattern, and that won't be good for either of them - for any of you."

She nods.

"Livvia, daughters give us men a reason to be gentle and loving in a way no other relationship does. We men want our wives, our friends, and our sons to see us as being strong. But with our daughters, well we can be softer - it's a special kind of bond", he says, reaching across the console and caressing her hand.

"He's not as protective of JoJo. He has hardly interacted with her since we got home."

"JoJo doesn't need him right now, Livvia. Cena does."

"Well I don't like it."

"You don't have to like it, you just have to understand it."

They drive in silence for a few blocks until Olivia expresses her final thought.

"I won't let this become my daughter's new normal dad – no matter how much Fitz is suffering."

"Then you will address it with your husband when you need to, and not one minute sooner."

Olivia nods as she pulls into the garage of the Medical Arts Building.

XXX

Bennie performed three surgical procedures today and he is bone tired as he settles into the chair in his small office at Mercy Hospital. He has finally caught up on all of the elective surgeries he rescheduled while he was supporting his family following the accident. As he reclines in the chair, he runs his hands through his hair and decides on the spot to forego working out tonight. His achy muscles yearn for a much needed rest and he is going to give it to them tonight. Expelling a heavy sigh, he makes a mental note to visit Fitz and Olivia because he has not seen them since they were discharged from the hospital. His mother and the Popes have been keeping him posted on their recovery.

Bennie pulls the phone from his pants pocket and stares at the screen, trying to decide if he should do what he has been wanting to do for the past few weeks. He smiles when he thinks about the image of Dr. Harris dressed in green scrubs and wearing high-heeled sandals that displayed her brightly painted toes. He chuckles out loud at the dichotomy. Dr. Harris certainly does look like the type of woman who wears scrubs too often. Whatever type she is, he was immediately attracted to the woman who saved his brother's life. However, the circumstances did not allow him to pursue his interest. Also, old insecurities die hard, no matter how self-aware one has become.

He presses the green phone icon to display his list of contacts, scrolling until he finds the number he has been debating with himself about whether he should call. He taps Dr. Harris' name and inhales deeply before pressing the phone number, and she answers on the second ring.

"Dr. Harris?" For some reason he is surprised she answered. Maybe he was hoping she would not answer.

"Yes? This is she", she responds somewhat cautiously because she does not recognize the phone number displaying on her screen.

"This is Dr. Grant - Olivia's brother-in-law", he says quickly.

"Oh—hello, Dr. Grant, I didn't recognize the number."

"I'm sorry to disturb you during business hours. Do you have a minute to talk?"

"Yes, I do", furrowing her brow.

"I've been wanting - meaning to call and thank you for everything you did for my family. I'm sorry it has taken me so long but I've been quite busy lately", he says, fiddling nervously with the ink pen in his hand.

"That's quite all right, Dr. Grant. And as you know, no thanks is needed. I only did what we as doctors are trained to do."

"Well, that might be true, but you did it for my family and that makes all the difference."

"I'm just glad I was able to help. Olivia and I are friends and I'm glad I was there for her family."

There is a long pause because he does not know what to say next, so Marion takes the lead to end the call.

"Well, Dr. Grant, if that is all –"

"Actually - I wondering …"

"Wondering?" Furrowing her brow again.

Bennie clears his throat and closes his eyes before continuing.

"Yes - I was wondering – hoping – you would join me for dinner – so I could thank you properly", he adds quickly.

"You don't have to buy me dinner to thank me, Dr. Grant. Your call was more than sufficient", she says in disappointment. When she realized who was calling her, she actually thought he might ask her out on a date.

He screams at himself internally because his strategy is not working. Although he is grateful for everything Dr. Harris has done for his family, he has been trying to figure out a reason to call her so he could ask her out on a date.

"Then will you join me for dinner anyway?" Nervously pressing his thumb on the edge of the desk. He has no idea if she is in a relationship, but he takes the leap anyway.

"Are you asking me out on a date, Dr. Grant?" Smiling as she twirls the ink pen.

"Yes - I guess I am", he says uncomfortably.

"When?"

"When? How about Sunday night – this Sunday - if you're not busy", he stumbles out awkwardly.

"Sunday will be fine. I'll text you my address."

"Good. I'll see you on Sunday, Dr. Harris."

"Good-bye, Dr. Grant."

When Marion disconnects the call, she leans back in the chair and smiles. She has been thinking about Dr. Grant but she did not want to press Olivia about him when they had lunch. It would have been inappropriate under the circumstances. Realizing Sunday is just four days away, she she grabs her phone from the desk to schedule an appointment at the spa to get the full treatment. She wonders what she should wear. She wonders where he is going to take her. She wonders what Mayor Wilson would say if he knew she was going on a date with the brother of Fitzgerald Grant.

XXX

As the days turned into weeks Gwendolyn has become increasingly frustrated because her granddaughter is not getting the professional help she needs. Fitz and Cena continue to swim daily and her daughter still seems unwilling to address the matter. So she decides to take matters into her own hands and contacts Maura to share her concerns. She suggests the family come to the house for a Sunday afternoon lunch so they can see for themselves what is actually going on.

While Calvin, Gerry, and John sit in the family room watching a football game, all of the Mrs. Grants and Gwendolyn stand in the kitchen catching up, and Olivia is somewhat annoyed because she knows why her mother has orchestrated this little family gathering.

"Where's Ben?" Calvin asks.

"He was unable to come today. He said something about having other plans", John says, not taking his eyes of the television screen.

XXX

From the kitchen all the women have a clear view of the backyard where Fitz and Cena are playing in the pool, and they are not liking what they are seeing.

"How long is this going to go on, Olivia?" Abby asks as she looks out the French doors that lead to the rear of the house.

"I'm trying to give him some – give them some time." Olivia says in exasperation as she unbuttons her blouse to feed a restless Jolie. Gwendolyn watches her daughter nurse Jolie and Olivia closes her eyes tightly. She is tired of everyone giving her unsolicited advice – judging her.

"This is not good for Cena", Abby continues. "He's teaching her to be helpless."

"It's not good for either of them", Maura says, looking at her son wade across the pool with her granddaughter sitting around his neck.

"He's the adult – her father for god's sake - he should know better", Abby says in disgust, rolling her eyes as she watches Fitzgerald duck under water with a laughing Cena.

"Can we not talk about this any longer?" Olivia says in frustration.

"So Gwendolyn, are you and Calvin planning to return to your missionary work in Senegal?" Maura asks, trying to break the tension in the room.

"Most definitely, Maura. It's our life's calling", and Olivia twitches her lip and leans away from her mother. "There are so many people who need us over there - so much to be done. It's rewarding to help people who really need you - they have so little."

"Well, I certainly admire your dedication", Maura says.

Olivia strokes her fingers up and down her décolleté, listening to the conversation somewhat surprised because her mother has not mentioned anything to her about returning to Senegal.

"So have you set a return date yet?"

"No, but Calvin and I want to return as soon as possible. We were in the midst of building a new school when - well there's no need to repeat that sordid saga", and Maura nods. "Maura, would you believe the people who live in the village of rural Senegal only have a one-room school? Children of all ages are in the same classroom - which makes it difficult to attend to the needs of the different age groups. But our new school will have multiple classrooms for various grades", Gwendolyn relays proudly.

"That's so wonderful, Gwendolyn."

Abby continues to watch Fitzgerald and Cena play in the water, and she smiles when she sees Gerry walk toward the pool.

XXX

Gerry walks out onto the deck, sits on one of the lounge chairs, and watches his son swim back and forth across the pool with Cena. Now he sees firsthand what has Gwendolyn concerned, and he does not like it either. He plans to put an end to the nonsense. When Fitz climbs from the pool with a laughing Cena, Gerry stands and walks over to the pool's ledge.

"Fitzgerald -"

"Dad", Fitz says, drying off with the plush white towel.

"Gramps, I swim with daddy", she says with the biggest smile.

"I see that. You were always such a good swimmer, Cena", smiling down at his granddaughter. "Fitzgerald, take Cena into the house, I would like to talk to you."

"Is there something wrong, dad?" Looking at his father curiously.

"Take Cena into the house", Gerry repeats with a sour face, and Fitz nods because he has seen that look on his father's face many times over the course of his life.

Fitz wraps Cena in the large towel and carries her into the kitchen where he sees the women standing around chatting. They all stop talking immediately and give him a disapproving look.

"Liv, can you get Cena dressed? I need to talk to my father."

"Oh- okay", placing Jolie in Maura's arms and wondering what is going on. "Come on Cee, let's go upstairs and get you into some warm clothes."

When Fitz walks back onto the deck he sees his father is still standing at the ledge of the pool, staring down at the water. Fitz carefully slides on his button down shirt and walks over to his father.

"Dad?" And Gerry continues to stare at the rippling water for a while before turning and facing his son.

"What the hell is going on around here, Fitzgerald?"

"Excuse me?" Taken aback by the unexpected question and his father's tone.

"It's December for god's sake and you have your daughter out here swimming", waving his hand toward the pool.

"And it's warm -"

"Don't talk to me about the goddamn temperature", glaring at his son. "You're out here frolicking in the water when your daughter should be in therapy. The doctors say she needs therapy and I understand you won't let her go."

"She's not ready to go", Fitz snaps, immediately becoming defensive.

"You listen to me, Fitzgerald", Gerry says, taking a step toward his son and invading his space. "Whatever the hell you think you're doing around here all stops now. You obviously need help and so does that little girl of yours – my granddaughter. Shut this down now or I will", Gerry says before stomping back into the house.

XXX

Another week has passed and Olivia watches her husband wince in pain as he attempts to pull the tee shirt over his head. Six weeks have passed and his ribs should be healed by now, but he is unable to heal properly because he continues to carry Cena everywhere. He has set aside his own healthcare needs to focus on Cena's needs, and she is more than frustrated. She has reached her breaking point

"You need to go for your follow-up exam. Your ribs don't seem to be healing."

"I'm fine."

"You're not fine. You're in pain and carrying Cena everywhere is not helping."

He glares at her as he pulls on his sweat pants.

"Let me call Dr. Cooper so she can take more x-rays. You should have seen her last month."

"I said I'm fine Olivia, now let it go."

"Do I not say anything? Do I continue to stand idly by and let you kill yourself – let you keep Cena a cripple? Is that how I should let it go? Well I've been doing that for weeks – giving you space – but nothing is changing. You're not getting better and neither is Cena. If you want to destroy yourself then fine, but I won't let you make Cena a cripple."

"You won't let me?" Yanking the drawstrings on his sweatpants. "What the hell do you mean you won't let me?"

"I'll call John and your father. Maybe they can talk some sense into you."

"Don't. You. Dare. This is my house and I will do whatever I damn well please", taking a step toward her.

Realizing the discussion is not going the way she planned, Olivia inhales deeply to calm her anger and tries another approach.

"Let me in, babe. Let me help you", she says softly, and for a brief moment she sees a glimmer of her husband in his eyes, but the glimmer fades quickly.

"I'm sleeping in Cena's room tonight."

"She hasn't even called for you. You have to stop coddling her."

"Coddling her?" He says with indignation.

"She will never get better – gain the confidence to walk again if you don't stop playing into her fears – if you don't stop carrying her everywhere."

"My daughter needs me. She's afraid and cannot walk right and I will carry her whenever and wherever—for however long it takes."

"The doctors said she should have started therapy by now. Her appointment was over three weeks ago."

"She's not ready, Olivia", he says through clenched teeth.

"She has to get better – go to physical therapy, Fitz. She has to go back to school. My mother can't continue –"

"If your mother no longer wants to teach Cena then I'll teach her what she needs to know." He is physically an emotionally drained and is obviously no longer thinking clearly.

"What? Have you gone insane? You're not an educator."

"I'm her father and I can give her whatever she needs."

"So now you're a therapist and an educator, too?"

He glares at her with chest heaving and nostrils flaring.

"You know Cena needs to be with her class. Her teacher has been successful in getting –"

"Then I'll hire a tutor", getting angry because she will not let up on the matter.

"A tutor? Cena needs to be around other children so she can continue developing social skills. You know –"

"Will you stop telling me what my daughter needs? She saw her family almost die before her eyes. She almost died, too, Olivia. Do you realize how traumatized she is?"

"That's why I want her to get back to her normal routine as soon as possible. The therapist said –"

"I don't give a damn what any therapist says. She's my daughter and I know what's best for her. She's not going back to school right now. She can't even walk."

"And I am her mother and I know what's best for my daughter. She'll never regain the confidence to walk again if you won't let her go to therapy."

"You saw how distraught she was when it was time to go. She's not ready."

"Is she not ready or are you not ready?"

"And what the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"It means you're trying to protect Cena from further pain, but what you're really doing is harming her. You're giving her permission not to face her fears. You're making her an invalid."

"I'm not talking about this any longer."

"You will talk about this – we will talk about this", taking a few step toward him. "Babe, you can't keep Cena locked up in this house forever. You can't protect her from everything. You have to let her go -"

"No."

"Fitz, we have to -"

Red-faced, he glares at her with chest heaving and steps toward her and spits out his final edict.

"No is a complete sentence, Olivia. Cena isn't going anywhere."

His pupils are wide and she sees the light is leaving him, so she takes a step closer, caressing his face with one hand and holding onto his waist with the other.

"Liv …"

"Shhh", drawing him in as they breathe in sync.

He inhales her scent and feels his body begin to relax and, for a moment, he allows the mask to slip away. He allows her to see him, too see his pain, his shame, his weariness. He places a hand on her hip and his fingers caress the soft flesh he has missed over the past month, and he closes his eyes because he feels at home again.

"Daddy", the voice calls through the monitor, snapping him from her spell.

"Don't – babe. Let's talk about this. We haven't talked about it since we got home."

"I have to go."

"You feel guilty about the accident", she says quickly, desperately trying to get his attention. "Don't deny it – not any longer", halting his protest.

"You don't know every damn thing, Olivia", staring at her with darkening eyes.

"You're right, I don't know everything. But what I do know is you feel responsible for what happened."

This is a conversation he does not want to have so he walks across the room toward the door.

"Stop. Walking." She yells and he halts his movements but does not turn around.

"You have nothing to feel guilty about. Chief Schuller said –"

"Do you think I give a damn about what Schuller said? Do you?" He snaps, turning around with anger etched in his face. "I almost lost my whole family in that damn tunnel because I didn't keep my eyes on that asshole."

"It's not your fault", she yells again with tears streaming down her face. "Charlie –"

"Don't ever mention that man's name in my house again. Do you understand?"

"It's not your fault", taking another step toward him.

"It is my fault and stop saying it's not. Stop trying to make me feel better because you can't."

"I'm not trying to make you feel better. I'm trying to stop you from destroying our family."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"You not allowing Cena to walk –insisting on carrying her everywhere - it's all bordering on abuse."

He glares at her.

"And you're rejecting JoJo. You haven't picked up your other daughter since we came home. You're ignoring her, Fitz, and that's not fair. And you and I – well we barely talk any more – unless it's to fight. Our family is falling apart – we're falling apart. Please –"

"Daddy", Cena's voice flows through the monitor again.

"I have to check on Cena."

She grabs a fistful of his tee shirt at the hem, holding on to him tighter, trying to pull him back to them, but he pulls back and steps away from her.

"Fitz – " Looking at him pleadingly.

"My daughter needs me, Olivia", he says firmly before dashing from the room and down the hall.

XXX

When Fitz enters his daughter's dimly lit bedroom, he sees she has fallen back to sleep with the thumb in her mouth. He smiles at his beautiful daughter, pulls the covers over her shoulders, and kisses her on the cheek. He sits in the tall wingback chair, crosses his legs, and sighs heavily as he watches her sleep. He picks up Good Night Moon from the table and smiles, although he is physically and mentally tired. He does not know how much longer he can continue at this pace and his eyes begin to drift close as his body slowly relinquishes to sleep. The book in his hand drops to the floor and he begins to snore lightly.

An hour or so later, Cena is awakened by the whimpers of her sister that soon turn into cries, and she looks over at her sleeping father.

"Daddy, wake up, daddy. JoJo is crying", but her father continues to sleep.

Cena pulls herself up to a sitting position the way her father taught her and calls to her him again, but he does not respond. She looks around the dimly lit room waiting for her mother, GranPop, or Nana to get Jolie. But after a long while Jolie continues to cry and she does not know what to do because she cannot walk, so she begins to cry too.

"Daddy, I can't walk", wiping away her own tears. "JoJo needs you, daddy."

She listens to her father snore and knows he will not be waking anytime soon, so with great trepidation she scoots her butt to the side of the bed, letting her feet dangle above the floor. She does not know if she can do it, but Jolie's cries are getting louder. So she slides her bottom from the edge of the bed until her toes barely touch the pink shag throw rug at the side of her bed, and the feel of the soft carpet fibers on her toes makes her smile. She turns and looks at her sleeping father again before making the decision to try to stand. She carefully stands on the pink shag rug and looks down at her feet in awe. She wiggles her toes again and smiles. She looks over at her father, wanting to tell him that she can walk again, but she hears her sister crying again. She carefully slides her feet into the furry red slippers and slowly walks from the room and down the hall to the nursery. She flicks on the light and walks over to the crib where she sees the pink and white fringed blanket is wrapped around her sister's face.