A/N: Kkimberly49 – you're right, the last chapter laid the foundation for things to come while closing out some aspects of the past. Yup, Olivia and Fitz still aren't communicating. We'll find out why. Fitz is not intended to be shallow when it comes to money. He works hard for everything they have and he will not be ashamed of enjoying the fruits of his labor. I'm okay with that attitude. Cleo - you caught that Mrs. Grant thing Olivia did. Let's see how long that lasts. Guest, thanks for letting me know the last chapter did not publish. All of your questions will be answered in upcoming chapters. Monica - you caught that Sammy Yates/Sally Yates thing. Thanks for all of the Guest reviewers and new followers. Here we go!
Chapter 36. Learning Mode
The last few days have been a whirlwind of activities for Fitz — attending meetings, learning about the legislative process, and adjusting to being responsible for a large staff. On his first full day of work he walked around the suite of offices and introduced himself to everyone who supports the work of the Council President. Although he will not interact with most of the staff on a daily basis, he wanted to meet each person and personally thank them for their service. Trying remember all the names of the people who work in his offices is proving to be quite challenging, so he simply smiles and nods when he passes them in the hall.
After meeting with the various committees all morning, he finally has a few minutes alone in his office to catch his breath, so he reclines in his chair and studies the room's Second Empire architecture. The reality of winning the election is beginning to dawn on him. The campaign was a hard-fought battle, with factions of the community clearly expressing support for one of the two candidates. Those who supported him did so with gusto because they wanted change, and now that their guy has won they expect a powerful City Council for the next four years. Although the people have been empathetic because of what he and his family have experienced, he knows they are not going to give him a grace period for much longer. It is time for him to get started on what they elected him to do. He has to come up to speed quickly while also making the gears of a complex city system turn in ways that allow him to convert his campaign promises to meaningful strategies to implement the changes voters want.
The enormity of the responsibility with which the people have entrusted him is striking and he feels woefully unprepared. Everything is so different in government than it is in the world of business, and the differences extend well beyond the architecture. He feels out of his element, which makes him uneasy. He wonders how many of his predecessors have felt uncertain of their abilities to do the job after they had won the election. Unfortunately, he does not have a predecessor who he can call for advice or one who could serve as a role model. The President of City Council is often referred to as the most powerful man in the city, even more powerful than the mayor because the president has the final say on how the taxpayers' dollars are spent. Ultimately, he is the person who decides what new city initiatives and programs get funded and which do not. But he is not feeling very powerful right now, in fact, he feels isolated and alone.
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Keenly aware of the steep learning curve ahead of him and highly motivated to quickly close the knowledge gap, Fitz has undertaken an eclectic self-education program. He is reading lots and lots of legislation on the hot-button issues and most importantly, meeting weekly with Councilman Darius Moton, who has become his trusted advisor. Darius has been a member of the City Council for 16 years and he knows how to navigate through the legislative system.
"I hate to hijack your lunch hour weekly, Darius, but I really need your insight— your expertise. You've been around the Council for a long time - you know how things work around here. The more I read the more I realize how little I know about local government", Fitz says as he walks across the room to where their lunch has be set up on the credenza.
"Well Fitz, if you keep providing these wonderful lunches I'd be willing to meet with you every day", Darius says as he piles his plate with salad and grilled chicken. "Are you a health nut?" Darius asks, bypassing the quinoa salad.
"Not necessarily, although Liv tries to make sure we all eat balanced meals", Fitz says, filling his plate with the salads and chicken.
"Well, when you have quinoa on the menu - red quinoa at that - I say that's the sign of a person who is a borderline health nut", Darius says as he sits at the conference table preparing to dig in.
"I don't select the menu, Ms. Sanchez does", Fitz says, sitting in the chair across from Darius, and Darius frowns at the mention of the assistant's name. "Perhaps Liv gave her instructions."
"Fitz, it's not unusual that you feel like a fish out of water - you're not a politician. That's why the people voted for you", Darius says, stuffing a forkful of chicken into his mouth. "They wanted change."
"I get that, Darius, but it doesn't make me feel any better about what I don't know."
"You'll learn everything you need to learn in time, don't be too hard on yourself. You've only been on the job a few days."
Fitz nods and scoops a forkful of the quinoa salad and stuffs it into his mouth and Darius frowns.
"Fitz, the City Council is the first line of interaction between the people and government. When our citizens have needs, they deal first and foremost with City Council. We put into place the needs and resources to adequately address their issues. We are not in Council as a rubber stamp for the mayor."
Fitz nods as he takes a sips of his diet cola.
"Fitz, the people depend on the Council to approve budgets, pass tax reforms, and enact legislative changes."
Fitz nods again. He is in learning mode.
"By the way, you have several committee chairpersons whose terms are ending. You also have staff hiring decisions to make."
Fitz looks at Darius curiously and runs his hands through his hair. He has not hired anyone since Geoffrey and Sandra.
"Here's the list of open staff positions that need to be filled. At the bottom you'll see the names of committee chairpersons whose terms will be ending soon. You'll have to decide if you want to continue with those who are already in place or shake things up", Darius says, stuffing a large piece of chicken into his mouth.
Fitz looks at the list and sees Darius term as Chairman of Finance Committee expires in three months.
"Your name is on this list, Darius", looking up at the man."
"It is."
"Do you want to continue as the Chairman of the Finance Committee?"
"I serve at the pleasure of the Council President", Darius says with a mouthful of food.
"Consider it handled - you'll continue your chairmanship. This document also says I'm supposed to hire my assistant, but Ms. Sanchez was here when I arrived", Fitz says looking at the paper. Darius remains silent as he picks at his salad.
"You know, Fitz, your life would be so much easier if you and Wilson got along."
"Well that's not going to happen. The man hates me and I'm none too fond of him."
The two men's laughter is interrupted by a knock on the door and they both look up at Victoria who is standing in the doorway with her hand on the knob. Darius throws his napkin onto the table and turns his back to the woman.
"Yes, Ms. Sanchez", Fitz says through the laughter.
"Excuse me, Council President", Victoria says as she stands in the doorway. "I have to go downstairs to Human Resources for a few minutes."
"That's fine, Ms. Sanchez", Fitz says, wiping the tears from laughing from his face.
"Well I just wanted to let you know where I was just in case you were looking for me – in case you needed anything."
"Thank you, Ms. Sanchez", Fitz says as the woman turns to leave. "She's very conscientious", Fitz says, digging into his fruit salad.
"Fitz, you're going to have a lot of people who are going to come around here wanting favors – wanting to cut deals." Fitz looks at the man curiously. "You are the person who decides how the city's money is to be spent - and that's a lot of power. As the money goes, so goes the city", Darius continues, bringing another forkful of food to his mouth.
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Immersed in piles of research documents Darrin provided him, Fitz has been holed up in his office since his lunch with Darius reviewing upcoming legislation. He looks down at his watch and sighs, wondering where the day has gone. He sets the document on top of the pile, stands, and slides on his jacket. It is already 5:30 and he needs to get home. He promised Olivia he would always try to be home to have dinner with the family and help bathe the girls and get them ready for bed. He grabs his overcoat from the closet and walks into the reception area where Victoria is still working at her desk.
"Ms. Sanchez", he says in surprise when he sees the woman is still sitting in the reception area. "I had no idea you were still here."
"I'm here as long as you're here, sir - just in case you want something", she says with a polite smile.
"I see. Well I'm going home now. You have a good night", sliding on his coat.
"You as well, sir."
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After the kitchen is cleaned and the leftovers are put away, the Grants retire to the family room to relax before bedtime. Like clockwork, Bowtie begins to scamper around in circles, looking at Fitz anxiously. Olivia glances over at the dog thinking he is the most anxious thing she has ever seen. She wonders if they make anxiety medication for dogs.
"Get your coat, Princess, it's time to walk Bowtie."
"Okay, daddy", Cena says, skipping down the hall toward the closet.
"Do you want to join us tonight?" Fitz asks, looking at his wife who is sitting on the sofa and scrolling through her tablet.
"You're kidding, right?" Looking up at her husband as if he has lost his mind.
"Liv, you're making Bowtie feel uncomfortable in his own home", he says seriously as he slides on his jacket.
"It was my home first", she says obstinately, propping her feet onto the coffee table.
"You're a mean woman, Olivia Grant. Come on Bowtie, let's go do your business."
"And make sure Cena has on her hat and gloves. I don't want her to get sick because you have to walk the dog", Olivia yells as Fitz walks down the hall.
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Legs outstretched, Fitz leans against the headboard wearing boxers and a tee shirt. He smiles slightly as he looks at the pictures of him and his staff posted to his official government Instagram account. Olivia sits on her side of the bed rubbing the body butter onto her arms.
"You and Cena are going to get sick running out every night to walk that dog", she says flatly.
"Liv, you wouldn't believe the number of calls that come into the office daily - from all kinds of people wanting to meet with me. It doesn't stop", he says, ignoring her nightly comment about the family pet.
"Babe, you're a pretty important man in the city now."
"Well, thank goodness for Ms. Sanchez. She only lets through the important calls. She's a real pitbull."
"I see", Olivia says, continuing to massage the body butter onto her leg.
"I have to get started making committee appointments and hiring staff."
"The Council President has a pretty significant staff, babe."
"Darius' term as the chair of the Finance Committee is up soon. I've already committed to retaining him in that role."
"Darius is a good man."
"You've known Darius for a while, why do you think he's never run for a higher political office?"
"Marla told he was considering a run for mayor when Wilson came on the scene but he pulled out at the last minute."
"Why would he do that?" Fitz asks, looking up from his tablet. "He runs the Finance Committee, he knows more about city government than anyone. In fact he's brilliant. The Finance and Appropriations Committees are root survival functions of Council. Members who can handle those committees are considered to be leaders among leaders. Darius could have easily run for Council President or mayor - and won. It seems odd", he says as he posts a picture of the girls and Bowtie on his personal Instagram account.
"I don't know, babe. Maybe he likes what he's doing. I'm going to need another jar soon", she says half to herself and he looks over at her.
"Well, I'm grateful to have him as my mentor."
"Mentor?" Turning around and looking at him curiously.
"Well a mentor of sorts. Liv, I feel like a fish out of water. Over the past few days I've come to realize how little I know about government – the legislative process. Honestly, I feel like I'm in over my head."
"Aww, babe, are you feeling unsure of yourself?" Curling onto the bed next to him.
"Liv, I've always been sure of my abilities – always knew what I wanted and went after it", smiling and pecking her on the cheek. "Throughout my military and professional careers I've always accomplished whatever I set my mind to. But government - that's a different ball of wax."
"Babe, you might not know how our local government works – not yet any way – but you do bring a lot of experience to the job. Fitz, you went to one of the most prestigious military academies in the world. That kind of education and leadership training counts for a lot. You're an attorney who spent 12 years in the Navy as a captain, defending enlisted men and women. Then you started your own successful business, negotiating some of the most complex and lucrative contracts for multinationals. As a business entrepreneur you understand the policies that need to be put in place to make it easier for businesses to grow - for the city to grow. I would say all of that experience qualifies you to sit in the Council President's seat. You'll learn whatever else you need to know."
"I have to get busy defining my legislative agenda for the next four years. It has to go to committee when Wilson presents his budget for the next fiscal year to the Council in March. I also have to prepare for my first Council session next week. It's a lot."
"March is going to be a busy month", she says half to herself, thinking about the Women's Day and World Water Day events. "I have to go over to the foundation tomorrow. It's been awhile since I've been there."
"I'm sure Mona has everything under control."
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Olivia steps off the elevator onto the third floor of City Hall, her heels clickety-clacketing on the Alabama marble floors as she makes her way to the offices of the President of the City Council. Her husband called asking her to meet him at his office after business hours. He did not tell her why he wanted her to drive all the way into the city after work hours. She is thankful her parents were more than willing to watch Cena Jolie tonight and forego going over to Triumph Tabernacle. When Olivia approaches the reception area of Fitz' offices she is surprised to see Victoria is still at her desk working.
"Good evening, Victoria", Olivia says pleasantly, thinking the young woman still looks very fresh at this hour of the day.
"Good evening, Mrs. Grant", Victoria says, looking up from her computer monitor and smiling politely.
"You're working late tonight, Victoria."
"The Council President has been generating a lot of work for me, ma'am. I'm just trying to keep up."
"I see", Olivia smiles, thinking the young woman just called her ma'am, as she walks toward Fitz' office door.
"I'll let the Council President know you're here", reaching for the phone situated on the desk.
"That won't be necessary, Victoria, my husband is expecting me", Olivia replies as she grabs the doorknob and walks into the office. Victoria smiles tightly and returns the phone to its cradle.
"What can I do you for, mister?" Olivia asks playfully when she sees her husband reclining in the chair with a foot planted on the edge of the desk keenly focused on whatever he is reading.
He looks up with a huge smile, tosses the document onto the desk, and immediately walks across the room. Pulling her close, he kisses down her neck and she giggles like a schoolgirl and Victoria rolls her eyes.
"I love you", he mutters, kissing her deeply and caressing her bottom.
"Fitz", she whines. "Is this why you wanted me to come all the way down here – to make-out in your office?"
"Yes", pressing her against the desk and devouring her mouth.
"You couldn't wait until you got home tonight?" Grazing the hairs at the nape of his neck with her fingers.
"Excuse me, sir", Victoria says, standing inside the doorway, interrupting the steamy make-out session.
Olivia looks over her husband's shoulder at the young woman standing in the doorway and Fitz turns and looks at Victoria.
"Yes, Ms. Sanchez", not bothering to remove his hands from Olivia's waist.
"I will be leaving shortly, sir, and I just wanted to check if you needed anything else before I left for the evening."
"I have everything I need, Ms. Sanchez", he smiles. "Have a good night."
"Good night, sir", returning the smile. "And good night to you as well, Mrs. Grant."
"Good night, Victoria." Olivia slides from her husband's embrace and straightens the photograph of their wedding day on his desk.
"Babe, what did you want? Why am I here?"
"Tomorrow is my first Council session. I want to show you the Chambers."
"Babe, have you forgotten, I've testified in front of Council many times?" Looking around and thinking about the many meetings she had with Marla in this office.
"I know, but I want you to see it with me – alone – while it's empty. It's going to be a madhouse in there tomorrow."
"Aww, babe, are you nervous about leading your first Council session", straightening his tie.
"When I'm sitting in there tomorrow I want to imagine you are there with me."
"That's so sweet", pecking him on the lips.
After a few minutes of eavesdropping on the couple's conversation, Victoria grabs her purse from the desk drawer and hustles down the hall to the elevator.
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Fitz and Olivia walk hand-in-hand down the hall, away from his suite of office, heading toward Room 300, the City Council Chambers, where all Council meetings and hearings are held.
"Babe, I've been in this room many times and I don't think I've ever really appreciated its beauty", scanning the architecture of the gallery level.
"The detail is amazing – the columns, pilasters, cornices …. There's a lot of history in this room, Liv."
"This brass rail that surrounds the room helps to separate the Council members and their staff from the visitors", she says, and he nods, wondering if Council sessions ever get raucous.
"I have to hire a new Sergeant-at-Arms", the current one is retiring next month.
"Sit in your seat, babe. Sit on your throne."
"We don't have royalty in this country, Liv."
"So serious", she says, grabbing his hand and pulling him toward the raised platform at the front of the gallery.
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Fitz walks from the closet sliding on his white shirt and smiles when he sees Olivia sitting on the bed playing with Jolie.
"How's my Angel this morning?" He coos at a drooling Jolie before pecking her on the cheek. Jolie grabs his nose and he pretends to yowl in pain, which elicits a toothless grin from her.
"Babe, don't wear that shirt – wear the blue one I hung on the valet."
"Why?" He asks, standing up straight and tapping Jolie on the nose.
"Because it complements your eyes nicely. You want to dazzle the audience today."
"I wish you would come with me", he says walking back into the closet to get the blue shirt.
"I told you, babe, it's not appropriate for your wife to hang out with you on the job. This is your first Council session. You want the people to take you seriously. We'll be watching you on TV, right Miss Jo?" She says, clapping the little girl's hands together.
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Darius walks briskly into the reception area that leads to the Council President's office and nods to the young man sitting on the chair in the corner of the room holding a stack of binders on his lap. He breezes past Victoria's desk without as much as a nod or grunt and walks into Fitz' office.
"Good morning, Fitz", Darius says with exuberance, walking over to the credenza that holds the assortment of beverages and fresh fruit. He pours himself a glass of cranberry juice and downs half of the liquid in a single gulp.
"Good morning, Darius", Fitz says, watching as the man refills his glass.
"I just wanted to stop by to check if you're ready for this", Darius says, walking across the room and standing in front of the desk. "This is the start of a new era – the Grant Era," he says enthusiastically.
"As ready as I'm going to be", Fitz says, gathering today's session docket from his desk.
"Your research assistant, Darrin, will escort you to Chambers. He will sit directly behind you throughout the session. If you need anything – anything - just turn and whisper it to him. But make sure your microphone is off, you don't want to get caught saying anything on a hot mic."
Fitz nods and Darius downs the remainder of the juice, walks back over to the credenza, and sets the empty glass onto the tray.
"I gotta get to my seat", pushing up his shirt sleeve to look at his watch. "Council will be starting in 15 minutes. I'll see you out there Mr. President", Darius smiles brightly as he walks into the reception area.
"Have a good day, Councilman Moton", Victoria says in a syrupy voice.
After Darius leaves the room, Fitz walks over to the large palladium window, and inhales deeply. He wishes Olivia were here. Seeing her before he has to address the Council for the first time would definitely help to relax him.
"Sir", Victoria says, walking into the office. "It's time." She can tell he is nervous.
"Thank you, Ms. Sanchez", turning from the window and smiling at her weakly. He slides on his jacket and rakes a hand through the side of his head. "Well, I guess I better get going", he says, beginning to leave the office.
"Wait – wait", Victoria says quickly and he looks at her curiously. "Your tie, sir. It's a little crooked", she says, reaching up and straightening the knot. Then she swipes her hands across his shoulders, brushing away the lint from his jacket. "There, that's better. Now you're perfect", stepping back and admiring the man standing before her, thinking the pale blue shirt accentuates his blue eyes.
"Thank you, Ms. Sanchez", returning her polite smile before hurrying from the office. He looks over at the young man who is sitting nervously in the corner waiting to escort him to the Council Chambers.
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When Fitz enters the Council Chambers through the side door he is immediately greeted with a standing ovation and is taken aback by the applause and cheers and the number of people in attendance. He knows Council meetings are open to the public but he certainly did not expect this level of turnout. Every seat in the main gallery is taken and television cameras are situated in front of the stage. The weekly City Council meetings are televised live on cable. He looks up to the fourth floor gallery level, which serves to seat overflow crowds, and sees that level is packed with people as well. He is overwhelmed, so he waves to the crowd for a few minutes before taking his seat.
After the applause dies down, the Sergeant-at-Arms calls the meeting to start and officially introduces Fitzgerald Thomas Grant the Third as the new President of the City Council. And once again, the crowd goes wild. He stands, shakes the Sergeant-at Arms hand, then walks over to the podium.
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Olivia sits at home in the family room with her parents smiling proudly as she watches the crowd stand to welcome her husband to the City Council. She thinks he looks absolutely handsome as he waves to the crowd. She also knows he is nervous.
"Fitzgerald looks uncomfortable", Gwendolyn says, looking at the television screen.
"I think he might be a little nervous, mom - and tired. He was up late last night revising his speech."
"Uhm – hmm", Gwendolyn says, eyes still fixed on the screen.
"He's ready to begin", Calvin says excitedly, leaning forward in his chair.
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For the next 45 minutes the Council President Grant revisits the commitments he made during the campaign. He goes on to explain to the Council and the public he is working on his legislative agenda and, talks at a high level, about his aspirations for the next four years. He knows the public is anxious to hear about his legislative plans. People do not like being denied information about the running of their government, so he gives them just enough information to whet their appetites. And, he assures everyone his agenda will be ready in March, as dictated by the City Charter, and that he is ready to start leading the legislative process.
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Mayor Theodore Wilson reclines in the plush leather chair in his office located two floors above the Council Chambers where the new president will is preparing to lead his first Council session. With klieg lights burning bright and cameras flashing, the man looks like a matinee idol as he smiles and waves to the standing crowd. Wilson puffs hard on the glowing cigar and grimaces as the golden boy strolls confidently across the stage and stands behind the podium. His lips curl down as he listens to Grant deliver a high-level overview of his legislative agenda, which is in direct conflict with the budget he and his administration are drafting for the next fiscal year.
He looks at the desk drawer and downs the remainder of the bourbon before unlocking the drawer and retrieving the buzzing burner phone. He inhales deeply then taps the green phone icon to answer the call. And without preamble, a voice screams through the phone.
"If you want to stay out of jail then you better fix this. I didn't hear a damn thing in Grant's speech about privatizing the police department." The phone goes dead before Wilson can offer a response.
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Cena and Bowtie take off running from the family room and down the hall when they hear the alarm system chime, and Jolie looks up from the play mat as her sister and the dog scamper away.
"Daddy, daddy", Cena says out of breath. "We have a surprise for you", bouncing up and down excitedly as her father sets his briefcase onto the floor next to the foyer table. Bowtie barks and spins around just as excitedly as Fitz hangs his coat into the closet.
"You do?" Swooping up his excited daughter and petting Bowtie on the head. "What's my surprise?" Carrying her toward the family room with Bowtie following closely behind on his heels.
"Mommy say it's a secret."
"A secret, hunh?" And Cena nods her head up and down. He looks over at Jolie who has given up trying to crawl to where the action is happening and is starting to cry.
"What's the matter, Angel?" Fitz asks, picking up his baby, now trying to juggle both daughters in his arms.
"JoJo can't walk, daddy. She cries when me and Bowtie leave the room."
"Bowtie and I", Olivia says, walking into the room from the kitchen drying her hands on a towel. She pecks her husband on the lips and takes Jolie from his arms, who grabs her mother's necklace. "I saw your first Council session. I've never seen that room so packed in all the years I've been going there. You're very popular, babe. Everyone loves you."
"It was pretty amazing", he says, standing Cena onto the floor. He removes his suit jacket and tosses it onto the arm of the sofa. Then he loosens his tie and rolls up his shirt sleeves. "I didn't expect such a welcome – pretty overwhelming."
"The people are ready for change, babe. You have some time before dinner is ready, do you want to shower first?" Pulling her necklace out of Jolie's mouth.
"Daddy, me and – mommy and I made you a surprise", Cena announces again.
"You did?" And she nods her head vigorously.
"Because you're president."
"You have to say of City Council, sweetheart", he says, tousling the little girl's head of curls.
"Because you're of City Council", she says innocently, which causes her mother and father to burst into laughter. Jolie starts laughing too because her mother father are laughing and Bowtie jumps up and down excitedly.
"No, Cee", Olivia says. "You have to say daddy is the president of City Council."
"Oh", Cena says, nonplussed by her parents' laughter. "Come on, Bowtie let's go play in my room." Jolie starts to cry again when she sees her sister and the family pet begin to leave the room.
"Dinner in 30 minutes, Cena", Olivia calls out.
"Okay, mommy", Cena says, walking from the room with her new best friend.
"I'll shower later", Fitz says, taking Jolie from Olivia's arms. "Don't cry, Angel", kissing the baby on her reddened cheek. "You'll be able to walk soon enough", he says sitting onto the sofa and patting the crying baby on her back. He then lifts Jolie up and down in the air and she squeals with joy.
"So what's my surprise?" He calls in the kitchen to Olivia and smiling at the drooling baby as he lifts her in the air again.
"If I tell you then it won't be a surprise", Olivia yells from the kitchen.
"Where are your parents?" He asks, bending and picking up the toy Jolie has thrown onto the floor.
"They're over at Triumph - working on a project with Rev. Walker. They're going to be over there most evenings for a while."
He nods as he stretches his arm to pick up the toy again, finally realizing Jolie likes to throw the toy onto the floor so he can pick it up.
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After the girls are bathed and tucked into their beds for the night, Fitz and Olivia wind down for the evening. Olivia performs her nightly routine of massaging her favorite body butter onto her legs as Fitz looks at his tablet.
"Did I look as nervous as I felt?" He asks as she massages the rich cream onto her leg.
"You looked handsome and confidant", she reassures him, and he nods.
"Now that I've led my first Council session the grace period is officially over. The people are going to expect me to get down to managing the legislative business. I have to figure how I'm going to deliver on my campaign promises. Liv. I had no idea school choice was such a complex issue – a hot-button issue when I told the gang I would support it. I've had Darrin doing a lot of research on the matter for me. I have a lot to learn."
"Research is only going to take you so far, babe."
"What do you mean?" Looking up from his tablet.
"I mean education is a people issue – and very personal. Maybe you should talk to more people – not just Marcella and her friends – to get a broader understanding of the topic.
As if in deep thought, he furrows his brow and nods his head slowly as he posts the picture Olivia snapped of Cena feeding him his chocolate cupcake surprise. Of course she missed his mouth and got chocolate icing on his nose.
"Maybe you should meet with the head of the School Board, and the head of the teachers union – parents too - to hear all sides", she says, rubbing the rich cream onto her arm.
"That's a good idea, Liv", he says, looking up from his tablet and watching her rub the cream onto her arm. He does not know why, but in this moment, watching her dip her fingers into the jar of cream, he thinks about how much he missed watching her slather that stuff over her body every night when she left him and went away to Mirage for two months.
"I'll have Ms. Sanchez schedule meetings with everyone", watching as she screws the lid onto the jar and sets it onto the nightstand. He sets the tablet onto his nightstand and tosses his reading glasses on top.
"Come here", he smiles, pulling her to him. "Have I told you lately how smart you are and how much I love you?" Looking into her eyes with all sincerity.
"No", she giggles, as he pins her onto the bed with his weight.
"You are smart. You are beautiful. And I love you very, very much", punctuating each declaration with a kiss.
"So horny lately", feeling his burgeoning erection against her thigh.
"You know I can never get enough of you. Never could. Never will", he says huskily, sliding down her panties and quickly discarding his underwear. "I love the way you smell. The way you taste", pushing up the nightgown and brushing his lips over a breast. "You always drive me crazy", sliding in effortlessly and she instinctually wraps her legs around his waist. Her heart begins to dissolve because after all these years of marriage he still loves her and wants her as much as he did the first time they made love. She takes his face between her hands and looks into his eyes and he takes her breath away. She kisses him in a way that expresses her never-ending love and they ride each other with the intensity of long-time lovers, grunting and moaning unabashedly.
Bowtie's ears perk up and he turns his head in the direction of the sounds coming from the bedroom down the hall. He springs from his bed, trots down the long hall, and stands in front of the door. He listens to the familiar sounds for a moments then lie on the floor outside the bedroom, guarding the occupants.
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"Ms. Sanchez, can you come in here for a moment, please?" Speaking into the intercom on his desk phone. Victoria grabs her tablet and quickly bounces from her seat.
"Yes, Mr. Grant", balancing the tablet on her wrist, poised to take notes.
"Can you schedule a lunch meeting for next week with the people on this list?" Handing her a sheet of paper. She looks at the list of unfamiliar names and smiles at his slanted scrawl.
"Of course", she says, turning to leave the office.
"And Ms. Sanchez, we'll dine in here - in my office."
"Of course", she says, turning to leave again.
"One more thing, Ms. Sanchez", and Victoria turns and waits for his next request. "Please make sure there is an assortment of cookies with the lunch."
"You got it", not pegging him for a person who eats a lot of sweets, at least not from the looks of his body.
"And schedule meetings with the people on this list as well", giving her a second sheet of paper. "Thank you", he says, looking back down to finish reviewing the latest monthly budget report.
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As Olivia walks toward the foundation she digs into her purse searching for her phone. The new security system requires her to enter the security code using the app on her phone. Juggling the bags she is carrying, she punches in the code to disarm the alarm system. Mona smiles when she hears the system beeping and hurries from her office and down the hall to greet her friend and employer.
"Olivia", Mona squeals with outstretched arms. "It's so good to see you. You look absolutely beautiful", hugging Olivia to the point of almost cutting of her circulation in the shoulders and crushing the bags she is carrying.
"It's so good to see you too, Mona", Olivia smiles happily because she is genuinely happy to see her friend. They have not seen each other since a few days after Fitz and Cena were discharged from Mercy Hospital, although they have talked on the phone frequently.
"Come on back, Olivia", Mona says excitedly. "And give me those bags. What do you have in these bags anyway?" Shuffling from the waiting room and down the hall to the offices.
"I have a few things for you."
"For me?" She says, looking over her shoulder at Olivia who is following her down the hall.
"Mona, it's just a little something to thank you for keeping things going around here while …."
"Aww, baby, that's so sweet of you. Sit down."
Olivia sits on one of the chairs in front of Mona's desk and sets her pocketbook on top of the desk.
"How are you doing, Olivia - really? You've been through so much over these last few months."
"Mona, everything has been so surreal. One day we are on our way to the house to celebrate Cena's birthday and Fitz winning the election and the next minute we're in a horrible accident - well it wasn't an accident. My family almost died, Mona."
"I know - I know. I knew that Charlie was a pain in the ass, but I had no idea he was this sick. When I read the report in the newspaper I was flabbergasted. It was like reading something out of a crime novel."
"I had no idea how he felt about me, Mona, not until Chief Schuller told us what was in that diary."
"I can't believe the newspaper actually printed those macabre excerpts from that so-called diary."
"Do you think I led Charlie on Mona – gave him hope?"
"No – no", Mona says, frowning as she waves a hand in the air. "I'm not going to let you do that to yourself - not today. Charlie was a sick bastard, Olivia. You're not responsible for someone being attracted to you. I saw Charlie every time he slithered in here. You never led him on." Olivia stares at Mona because she has never heard the woman use so many cuss words.
"Mona, it's all so unbelievable. If I weren't living through this I would think it was all a nightmare."
"You're going to get past this, baby. It's just going to take some time. How are the girls doing?" Olivia smiles when she thinks about her daughters. They always make her smile.
"They're all doing fine now, but Mona it was tough going for a while", getting misty-eyed again. Mona rubs a hand up and down Olivia's back to comfort her. "I didn't know if Cena would ever walk again, and that was scary. Fitz refused to let her go to therapy because she was afraid of getting into another car after what happened. He wanted to handle things his way. My family was falling apart, Mona."
"I'm so sorry, baby."
"And Mona, we almost lost Jolie."
"What?"
"She almost suffocated in her crib. Somehow – I don't know how – but a blanket got tangled over her face. She always kicked the blankets off at night - mom says she gets too hot. We were all asleep - everybody had been through so much and we were just exhausted. I didn't hear my baby crying out for help, Mona. I didn't know she couldn't breathe", tears running down her cheeks again.
"Oh, baby", Mona says, taking Olivia's hands into hers.
"Cena heard her sister screaming. Mona, Cena saved Jolie while I was sleeping. What kind of mother am I who doesn't hear her own baby crying out for help?"
"You can't go there, Olivia. Everybody knows how much you love those girls."
"Cena found the courage to walk, Mona. After all of this time of being afraid to walk my brave little girl got up. She got up from that bed and walked to the nursery. She removed the blanket from her sister's face - she saved her baby sister's life." She omits the blanket wrapped around Jolie's face is the blanket Mona gave to Jolie. There is no point in causing more upset.
"Praise Jesus", Mona says, clasping her hands together in prayer.
"You need a break, baby. You all have been through so much. Thank god you have your parents here to help you."
"My parents have been such a big help. I don't know if I could have gotten through all of this without them. I'm really going to miss them when they go back to Senegal", she says sadly.
"When are they going back? Have they set a date?"
"They want to return as soon as possible. They've stayed this long to help Fitz and me – help all of us get back on track."
"And to spend time with those beautiful grandbabies too, I'm sure", Mona says with a smile.
"I really wish they could stay – I've missed them so much. The girls are just getting to know them. Skype-ing just isn't the same as having them here", Olivia says sadly.
"Do you think they can stay – move back to the States?"
"No, they have obligations over there. They were in the middle of opening a new school for Triumph."
"I see", Mona says, studying Olivia's face closely. "Well, you never know, Olivia. Those grandbabies just might be enough to change their minds", and Olivia smiles weakly. "And what about that husband of yours - how is Fitz doing?" Olivia runs a hand through her hair and sighs.
"We're good now, Mona. But for a while I thought this thing was going to break us. He became so distant for a while - spending all of his time with Cena – trying to make her feel safe enough to walk again."
"Everybody knows how much that man loves his Cena."
"But after JoJo almost – we both had to decide to make some changes. We got a dog – well Fitz got Cena a dog for her birthday."
"I'm so sorry I couldn't be there, Olivia. I had to go visit my brother for the holidays. We're not sure how many more he's going to have."
"Aww Mona, I'm so sorry", squeezing the woman's hand. "Here I am going on about my problems and you're dealing with your own."
"I'm fine, Olivia, really. I've made peace with my brother's condition. He chose that lifestyle and now it's catching up with him."
"Well let me know if there is anything I can do – if you need anything. And take off whatever time you need. I can handle the foundation."
"Thank you, Olivia, I really appreciate the offer, but I won't be going back to Newport", and Olivia nods. "So you have a dog? I thought you disliked dogs."
"My husband thought it would be a good birthday gift for Cena – kind of like a therapy dog." Mona furrows her brow in confusion. "Bowtie, that's the puppy's name, and Cena are inseparable. She is so happy with him."
"I see. I must get over there to see Bowtie. I love dogs – they're great company", and Olivia groans silently thinking not another dog lover as Mona pours each of them a cup of tea.
"You put Marla away nicely, Olivia", handing Olivia a cup as she sits on the chair next to her. "The arrangements were beautiful. She looked as elegant as ever."
"I wanted to honor her, Mona. As her friend and the executrix of her estate I needed to do the right thing."
"Your eulogy was definitely thought-provoking for everybody in the church. While Marla did some things …." Shaking her head as she sips the tea.
"We've all done terrible things, Mona."
"What's going to happen Thandee - her daughter?"
"Well her expenses are all paid for another six months. After that I will use Marla's savings to pay for her stay there. And once those funds are exhausted - well I'll just have to think of something else. This is a tragedy no matter how you look at it."
Mona shakes her head.
"Take a look at this, Mona", Olivia says, digging into the bag and pulling out a framed picture of Cena and Jolie sitting together. I didn't forget I promised to replace your picture after the flood."
"Oh my, there's my Jolie. She might have your eyes Olivia, but she is all Fitz. You're blessed, Olivia - truly blessed", Mona says, setting the picture of the two smiling girls onto the corner of her desk.
"I certainly am, Mona."
"And Cena has gotten so tall. She looks like you more and more every day, even though she has Fitz' eyes. By the way, I saw Fitz being sworn in last week, he was looking as handsome as ever."
"Could you tell he was nervous?"
"Just a teeny-tiny bit", Mona says, holding her index finger and thumb slightly apart and the two old friends burst out laughing.
"Well I guess we better get some business done, we have a lot to do", Olivia says and Mona opens her tablet and taps the calendar app.
"This year International Women's Day is March 8 and World Water Day is March 22."
"Sheesh, did anybody ever think it might not be such a good idea to have two significant events in the same month?" Olivia say playfully.
"There are all kinds of events throughout the year, Olivia. The two we're involved in just happen to fall in the same month. Maybe we should have our heads examined."
"Maybe we should start a petition requesting one event be moved to another month."
"And who would we send the petition too?" Mona asks with a hand on her hip.
"I have no idea", Olivia says, and they burst out laughing again. "Mona, this feels good. It feels like old times."
"It does", Mona says as she looks at the calendar. "The events will be held at the Convention Center this year. I have already ordered the signage for both events. Rev. Walker and the other ministers have agreed once again to shuttle their members who need transportation to the Convention Center. Our table will be set up in the main concourse this year."
"Wow, we're moving on up, Mona."
"You've done a lot for this community, Olivia. Securing funding to replace this old pipes in the homes in Springfield Heights was huge. I'm sure they're going to want you to speak at the Women's Day event."
"Mona, so much has been happening with my family – I wouldn't feel comfortable taking time away from them – not right now."
"I understand, Olivia. I have everything under control here – don't worry."
"I know, and I can't thank you enough. But, Mona …" Olivia begins slowly. "I would also like you to be the face of the foundation at the two events."
"What?"
"Yes. I don't plan to attend either one this year, but I will support you behind the scenes – in any way you need."
"I've never done this alone, Olivia", Mona says nervously.
"Mona, you can do this. You know this information as well - if not better than I do." Mona frowns and starts pacing around the small office.
"And, Mona, as the face of the foundation, I would like for you to speak at the Women's Day event."
"What?" Mona stops pacing and looks at Olivia with panic on her face.
"I received the invitation to speak last month. I know you can do this, Mona."
"Ready? I'm not ready. I've never spoken publicly. I wouldn't know what to say. I'd be too nervous. All of those people looking at me. No – no, Olivia. I can't do it", shaking nervously.
"Calm down, Mona", Olivia says, walking over to the woman who is close to hyperventilating. "I'll help you. We can write the speech together and you can practice delivering to me."
"I don't know, Olivia", Mona says nervously.
"Sit down, Mona. Drink your tea", handing the panic-stricken women her cup.
"I'm going to need something stronger than tea."
"Mona, you don't even drink alcohol", Olivia chuckles.
"I just started", Mona says looking wild-eyed.
XXX
As Fitz' meeting with Councilman Johnson, who is the chairman of the Appropriations Committee, comes to a close, he looks at his watch and quickly excuses himself. He hates to be late so he hurries back to his office to meet his lunch guests who are scheduled to arrive in 10 minutes.
"Mr. Grant, the lunch is all set up in your office", Victoria says, looking up from her monitor.
"Thank you, Ms. Sanchez. They should be here any minute", he says, walking into his office. Victoria nods demurely and resumes pecking on the keyboard.
Marcella and her cohort step off the elevator and walk down the hall toward suite 317, where the Council President offices are located.
"This is nothing like Grant Enterprises", Marcus says, glancing around the hall.
"It's government", Rashid says. "They're not supposed to live like the titans of industry."
"Besides, this place was built between 1871 and 1901", says Jason. Impressed with his knowledge, Marcella glances at Jason and smiles as they approach the reception area. Victoria continues to type rapidly on the keyboard, not bothering to look up from the monitor.
"Hello", Marcella says politely. "My name is Marcella Andersen and these are my friends. We have an appointment with Council President Grant."
Victoria continues to type the next two sentences in the document before looking up and acknowledging the four people standing in front of her desk. Jason nudges Rashid with his elbow when the attractive woman finally looks at them. Victoria scans the group and twitches her lips in disdain.
"A business meeting", Jason interjects, and Victoria does everything within her power not to roll her eyes at annoying boy.
"And you are?" Looking at the group as if she needs to wipe something from the bottom of her shoe.
"His advisers", Marcella says tersely, taking a step closer to the desk." Victoria rolls her eyes at the crew, stands from her seat, and swipes the front of her dress with her hands before walking over to the office door.
"Follow me, please."
With knitted brows, Marcella watches the woman sway her hips as she walks toward the office wearing the too-tight dress and stilettos. Rashid nudges Jason as all the men admire the Victoria's form.
"Mr. Grant, your lunch appointment has arrived", standing aside and letting the group enter the office. Fitz stands to his feet immediately and walks from around the desk when he sees his young friends. Victoria watches as his face lights up when he sees the motley crew.
"Marcella, Rashid, Marcus, and Jason; it so good to see you", giving each one a hug.
"It's good to see you too Mr. Grant. I hope you're well", Marcella says.
"You had us worried for a minute Mr. G", Jason says.
"Well I'm better now—we're all doing much better."
"I can't believe what happened. I can't believe that crazy many tried to …." Marcella elbows Jason.
"Well, I'm so glad Mrs. Grant and the children are all doing okay. Tell her I said hello", Marcella says.
"I will. Have a seat, please", beckoning them toward the conference table. "And thank you for the flowers. That was so thoughtful of you."
"That was the least we could do", Marcus says.
"Your social media followers were concerned about you and the family, Mr. Grant.", Jason adds. "I see you're back online."
"I am."
"I've seen the pictures of your daughters, Mr. Grant, they've gotten so big since …."
"And you have dog, too? He just the cutest thing", Marcella says.
"Will there be anything else, Mr. Grant?" Victoria asks, interrupting the reunion. Marcella looks over at the woman who is dressed like she is going on a date or looking for a date.
"No, that will be all Ms. Sanchez. Thank you."
"She's fine, Mr. Grant", Jason says excitedly once Victoria has left the room and Fitz furrows his brow not understanding what Jason means.
"He means your assistant is attractive", Marcus clarifies for him.
"I see", Fitz says.
"Don't tell me you haven't noticed", Rashid says.
"I'm a married man, Rashid. Besides, we don't discuss employees in that manner."
"You're not a blind man, Mr. Grant", Rashid persists.
"Let's have lunch and we can talk about school choice", Fitz says, ending the discussion about his assistant.
"Dang, this is like old times", Jason says, looking at the assortment of food spread on the credenza, and Fitz smiles because it does seem like old times.
"Mr. Grant, urban poverty is directly linked to urban policy", Rashid says. "Money has to lead the discussion. It means–"
"We can't focus on social issues at the expense of economic issues", Marcus says. "There also has to be an economic aspect to a social agenda."
"But an education agenda should be a no-brainer", Marcella says.
"No legislation is a slam-dunk, Marcella - not even education. Money has to be appropriated to pay for it", Fitz says.
"It's about sustained interest - pressure - making sure policymakers hear what we have to say", Marcella says.
"Exactly", Fitz says. "But there are high costs for social welfare programs", Fitz says.
"Funding education is not a social welfare", Rashid interjects.
"Mr. Grant, we're happy you invited us here to discuss policy and not just to socialize", Rashid says.
"I made a promise. I keep my promises", Fitz says.
They all look up when there is a knock at the door and Victoria enters the room.
"I'm sorry to disturb your lunch, sir, but your next meeting starts in 10 minutes."
"I didn't realize I had another meeting. I thought we were scheduled for the rest of the afternoon", Fitz says, looking down at his watch.
"It's with the chairman of the Education Committee", she offers and Fitz huffs and looks at his friends helplessly.
"I am so sorry, we'll have to continue this meeting at another time. Give Ms. Sanchez a date that works best for you and I will make sure my calendar is clear."
"No problem, Mr. Grant", Marcus says. "You're a busy man."
"I am truly sorry for the confusion", he says, standing and sliding on his jacket. "And Jason, take those cookies with you", he says with a smile as he leaves the office.
XXX
"Liv, it was like old times today. I really enjoyed my meeting with the gang. We had a lively discussion about the role of government in supporting their key issue. They are so smart."
"Well you knew that already, babe", sticking her head out the bathroom as she brushes her teeth. "It sounds like you had a good meeting."
"It was. Unfortunately, we had to cut the meeting short." Olivia rinses her mouth and sets the glass onto the counter.
"What do you mean cut it short? You had the afternoon carved out for them", looking at him strangely as she walks into the bedroom.
"I thought so, too but Ms. Sanchez came in around one o' clock to remind me I had a meeting with the Education Committee."
"Remind you? Fitz you're always conscious of your schedule."
"I know, but there is just so much I'm trying to learn and juggle right now. It seems like I've been forgetting things lately."
"Babe, you started a successful business – you've always been organized. I don't know why this is suddenly a problem."
"It's not a problem, Liv", looking down at his tablet.
"Well, I'm sure Marcella and her friends were disappointed", standing with her arms folded across her chest.
"We're going to meet again next month."
XXX
"You get no sympathy from me", Olivia says, pushing past the sallow-looking woman holding the door open and seemingly barely able to keep herself erect. Olivia walks down the hall, through the dining room, and into to the kitchen carrying one of those square insulated lunch bags. She sets the bag onto the counter, pulls off her coat, and hangs it onto the back of the chair. Then she walks over to the stove and turns on the flame under the tea kettle.
"Jonathan knocked me up again", Abby says, looking as if she is ready to puke.
"So I had to find out about this at the confirmation? You looked like you were ready to keel over", Olivia says, standing in front of the stove with her arms folded across her chest and laughing hysterically. "Congratulations, Abbs. How far along are you?"
"Three months", Abby says, sitting at the table and resting her head in her hand. "I feel like crap – all day – every day. I told Jonathan no more after this one. I can't take it, Olivia."
"You said that the last time. How is my Ethan doing?" Olivia says with a smile as she opens the lunch bag.
"He's fine – over at Maura's. Who are you, Cena? Carrying around a lunch bag."
"Hildie's homemade chicken soup" she says, holding the large Mason jar in the air. "It fixes anything that ails you", smiling as she mimics the accent of one of those snake oil salesmen from a western movie.
"I'm tired of living on liquids", Abby says, plopping her head onto the table.
"Too bad", Olivia says, standing on her tip-toes and trying to retrieve a bowl from the overhead cabinet. She fills the bowl halfway with the elixir and sets it onto the table in front of Abby. She pulls the grater from the cabinet and begins to grate the ginger root.
"This smells really good, Olivia. Thank Hildie for me."
Olivia scoops two teaspoons of the ginger into a mug and pours in the boiling water. She grabs spoons from drawer and sits at the table with Abby.
"Eat the soup and drink the ginger tea. It'll help settle your stomach."
"Who's the nurse, you or me?" Abby snarks.
"I see pregnancy hasn't dulled your sharp tongue", Olivia says in a low chortle.
"This is really good, Liv. I never use the fresh ginger. I just by the teabags."
"My mom uses a lot of fresh ginger in her tea. She has tons of it in the frig,"
"So is your mother pregnant too?" Abby quips and the two friends burst out laughing.
"Please, Abby, I don't want to imagine my mother and father having sex", covering her eyes with her hand. "So why am I just finding out you're with child?"
"Olivia you and your family have been through so much over these past few months - there just wasn't a good time to tell you. How is everyone doing – how are the girls? You look good, by the way."
"We're all better, Abby. Cena is back in school and JoJo – well she wants to walk so badly."
"She's going to be a terror when she does", Abby says, taking another sip of tea. "And that stupid dog, how are you handling that mongrel living in your house? Did you strangle Fitzgerald for that little surprise?"
"I don't handle it - that's Fitz and Cena's job – and my mother's too. I can't believe how much she loves that dog. Fitz and I had a chance to go up to the lake house. We really needed to get away for some alone time."
"That's good, Olivia", blowing onto the spoonful of soup. "I bet you two were over the walls and ceiling." Olivia laughs and throws the dish towel at Abby.
"We had Marion and Ben over for dinner - to thank them for everything", she says softly.
"That's good. What's up with the two of them anyway? They seem like an odd pair. Benjamin is so quiet – such an introvert. And Marion – well she definitely is not."
"Ben, is sensitive and kind, Abby. But no one should ever mistake him a pushover. Ben can be very assertive when necessary."
"Well you should know", Abby says and Olivia rolls her eyes.
"I think they will be good for each other. Ben seems happy."
"Does Marion know about –"
"Abigail, that's all in the past. More tea?"
"No, and I'm going to save the rest of this wonderful soup for later", pushing the bowl aside. "Well, you tell Dr. Marion to back off my best friend - I had first dibs on you. I see how she's cozying up to you."
"You're insane. Marion and I were working together on a project before all of this mess happened."
"Speaking of insane, do you know what's going on with Nora? She's been away for a while now at that expensive nut house. Jonathan doesn't know a thing."
"Abby", Olivia says with a warning tone and Abby gives her a what-did-I-say look. "
"What?" Abby says, feigning innocence.
"I don't know, Abbs. I hope she's getting better. I have to visit Maura and get an update."
"What's the matter, Olivia?" Watching her friend play nervously with the napkin on the table.
"Nothing", Olivia says, standing quickly and taking the dishes over the sink.
"Spill it, Olivia."
"Abbs, I would give anything to feel the way you're feeling right now."
"Olivia, don't do this to yourself. You know –"
"I know – I know. But Fitz agreed we could see a specialist."
"Olivia, you are all trying to get your lives back together. Besides Jolie isn't even a year old yet."
"All that's true, Abby, but it doesn't quell the desire."
"Let things calm down for a while. Fitzgerald is just starting a new job."
"I know, and with us moving to the city –"
"What?" Abby squeals. "You're moving?"
"Well, I'm still trying to convince Fitz to move to the city", Olivia says with a twinkle in her eyes.