AN: Chapter 49 was a mop and pail chapter, cleaning out characters who have lost their usefulness to the story, and clearing the way for the next arc of the story. I cannot believe some of you have expressed a degree of sympathy for Victoria. Sheesh. My final comment about whether Fitz is the village idiot, naïve, enjoyed Victoria's attention, simply indifferent to her antics, or all of the above. The answer is whatever you believe to be true. Fiction allows you to believe what want. It's less about facts, more about opinion and emotions.
Sweet160717, I like the two reviews. A big chapter to re-read, glad you're enjoying it. I reply to the reviews because you all take time to read this story and comment. Much appreciated. The mayor doesn't have anything on Fitz, except the photos. He was going to have them photoshopped to make them look more damning. Wilson knows he best not cross Big Gerry. That part of the story is over. Darius made his choices, now he must suffer the consequences. All the enemies of the family have been handled. You're right, Olivia will be nicer to Bowtie moving forward. BTW, I said many, many chapters ago Fitz had one more dream coming up. This is his last documented dream about Olivia. A couple notable takeaways from the dream: Grant men don't get divorced. Fitz never used drugs (until the pills). Remember, the opioid storyline? Hint. Dendardendan, it was a long update, but necessary to move the story along. Will try not to write another long chapter. You could be right, perhaps Fitz enjoyed the attention on some level. Liv asked him at one point if he enjoyed the attention he was getting from his assistant. But, he will never cheat. He's like his father, as Nora told us long ago. Gerry told Maura he had opportunities to cheat but never acted on them. Darius has envied Fitz for a long while because Fitz has everything he doesn't: money and a political future. The rumors will continue to fly around City Hall because people like juicy gossip. You won't hear about them. Your son has a nice name. Fatima, thanks for taking time to read my stories and for the compliment - you're too kind. Glad you were motivated to write a review. Don't be a stranger. On the edge of your seat – hunh? CeresHelena, cannot believe Victoria's actions prompted you to write a review before you finished reading the chapter. Too funny. Symone0939, I wasn't going to let Liv send Fitz packing, they've already been through enough. They both needed to use the tools Avril taught them at Mirage to get through this latest issue. Cleo, you're too funny — McDonald's? Bowtie had the gall to lie on Fitz' pillow and bark at him. He knew Fitz did something wrong to upset Olivia. What happened to man's best friend? Scandalbrenda5, Victoria overestimated her position with Fitz. He reminded Miss Sanchez that Olivia is Mrs. Grant. Kandyse4olitz, Big Gerry is definitely the chapter's MVP. You're right, Olivia tried to remain calm because her children were in the room. Emma, let's see if Fitz' silence about the hired security becomes an issue. Conwun, can't believe you re-read the chapter - a lot happened. Cena is such a good teacher. Dakkidd, you actually read that Big Gerry-Wilson part three times? Too funny. Oakbluffsdiva, we've all had enough of Victoria — she's gone. I've always said she would not be around a chapter longer than necessary. Victoria had no real power, she thought her magical thighs were power. In the end, she realized she did not know Fitz at all. He was not like her other conquests. Monica, keen observation about how Olitz' responses to their illnesses mirror each other's. And yes, they used the tools Avril taught them. Moving forward, Bowtie and Liv are going to become good friends. Yes, this chapter was about the Grant men protecting their families from the enemies: Victoria, Darius, and Wilson. The Grant men are all about family and protecting those they love. We'll read more about this later. Yup, Fitz shut down Victoria, but Big Gerry delivered the death blow, drove the stake through her heart. It's over for her. Fitz has not recovered, emotionally, from Charlie's actions - the guilt is deep. He'll get help because Olivia won't stand for anything less. City Hall is definitely a shark tank, even the one where I live, replete with backstabbing and gossip. Fitz seems to be questioning his decision to leave his business and get involved in politics. We'll read more about this in upcoming chapters. You're right, without Big Gerry, Fitz would have been publicly humiliated. Yes, you can slap Darius two times — once for you and once for me. He's pathetic. Home-wrecking hussy? I'm going to miss reading all the names you all have called Victoria. I should make a list. Monica, you picked up a few of the details on the second reading. There are a few more details that are important from the dream: Fitz told Olivia that Grant men don't get divorced. Fitz never used drugs until he was injured in the car crash. Hint. His reaction to Olivia smoking weed in college cracked me up. The sisters love each other and Jolie is learning a lot from everyone around her. Remember, several chapters back, Olivia told Fitz Jolie is a little sponge. Hint. You're right, Fitz' flashbacks/dreams (hence, Always in My Dreams) are always an expression of his undying love for Olivia. Fitz had many women while in the navy, and he had Mellie, but he only loves Olivia. Notice, he only dreams about Olivia when they are apart or going through tough times. BTW, the dream was early in their dating phase, hence he called her Olivia, not Liv. Now, he only calls her Olivia when he is upset. Guest 1, yup, I'm dropping hints all the time. Guest 2, Liv too bougie, naw. She had her children with her. Plus, it was Fitz' job to handle Victoria since he was her employer, and he did not listen to his wife. Guest 3, interesting predictions. Let's see if you're correct. Guest 4, everyone knows Charlie tried to kill Olitz, but Big Gerry did not know beforehand. Daniel would have told him about Charlie's plans if Wilson was in on it. Guest 5, Fitz has been around and has had a lot of women in his life, remember Olivia's reference to him and Ty catting around in Cali? But, he was being defensive during their argument because some people do that when they are in the wrong. Also, he said he had real threats, the mayor, to worry about. Guest 6, Victoria's actions were quite subtle, the readers had more insight than Fitz. But, when Victoria amped up her seduction, Fitz saw what she was up to right away. Guest 7, Big Gerry didn't have any evidence that Wilson was involved in Charlie's madness. Daniel didn't have any evidence Wilson colluded with Charlie to kill Fitz and family. And remember, Gerry still needed Wilson so he/they could gain control of the police department. But, once Daniel told him about Wilson's plans to blackmail Fitz, Big Gerry had to handle Wilson. Yup, it seems like father and son are on opposite sides of the law and Fitz doesn't know it. Big Gerry only steps in when his family is in danger. You know Daniel told him about the pictures Wilson wanted of Marion and Bennie. Guest 8, we learned early in the story that Big Gerry was a businessman. He had connections back then which he used to get Fitz into the Naval Academy. Daniel is Mayor Wilson's driver. Remember Wilson had him take pictures of Marion and Bennie? He took the pictures of Darius and Victoria years ago. Guest 9, Fitz' reaction was in response to realizing he upset his wife by ignoring her warnings to be careful with his assistant. Victoria's actions and words are what snapped Fitz to attention. The yellow No. 2 pencil was suggestive, but also representative of the hard work he and Olivia did with Avril at Mirage to get their marriage back on track. Remember Avril chomping on yellow No. 2 pencils during their sessions? Fitz' term as council president is four years. He has only been on office for five months, although it seems like a life time. Hahaha. So, he would resign or complete his term. We'll see what happens.
Tell me what you think. Here we go!
Chapter 50. A Mother's Love
No matter what is happening in his life, he never foregoes his morning routine: run five miles, shower, then drink a breakfast smoothie; and this Saturday morning is no different. Freshly showered and barefoot, Bennie enters the kitchen wearing an olive-green tee shirt and gray sweatpants and carrying his tablet. The kitchen is immaculate, it has been weeks since he has attempted to prepare a meal in there. He sets the tablet onto the counter, next to the blender, a reminder to read the article in the medical journal he has been wanting to read for weeks.
He splashes about a cup of coconut milk into the blender jar, drops in a banana, sprinkles in ground flax seed, adds a heaping scoop of chocolate protein powder, then presses the POWER button. As the motor whirls, he leans back against the counter and begins to read the article on the new cardio-thoracic procedure. When the blender stops, he lifts the jar to his mouth and takes a big gulp of the chocolate protein drink. Perfect. With breakfast drink in hand and tablet tucked under his arm, he settles onto the stool at the counter and continues to read. As he takes another gulp, a breaking news alert flashes across the screen, and he furrows his brow when he sees Mayor Wilson walking toward the podium that was hastily installed in the courtyard of City Hall. Bennie sets the jar onto the counter, leans back in the stool, wondering why the mayor is holding a press conference on a Saturday morning.
Halfway through the mayor's speech, Ben's eyes widen and he slowly sets the jar onto the counter. Staring at the screen in disbelief, he watches as Mayor Wilson turns and walks away from the podium, ignoring the reporters shouting questions. He glances at the clock at the top of the screen, then quickly downs the rest of the smoothie. He has three hours before he needs to be at Jolie's birthday party.
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With hair pulled up into a bun, Olivia sits at the vanity table in her periwinkle-blue bra and panties, sweeping the wide-headed loose-powder brush over her left cheek. She smiles into the mirror when she hears Jolie's cooing and cackling flowing down the hall from the nursery. She wonders what her mother is saying that has Jolie so tickled this morning. Today is the big day, her baby girl has turned one, and in a few hours she will be celebrated in the tradition that is the Grants. Olivia sweeps the brush over her right cheek, smiling again when she thinks about when she and Fitz started dating and he introduced her to some of the Grant family traditions, like game night and breakfast after church on Sunday mornings. At first, she was overwhelmed by all the family interactions, not used to such interactions, but in time, she learned to appreciate their traditions, even embrace them.
A tinge of sadness washes over her, and she lowers the brush as she continues to stare at her reflection in the mirror. Her parents did not establish family traditions, at least none like the Grants. No matter what was happening in their lives, Gerry and Maura have always focused on family and celebrating each other's accomplishments. Her parents, on the other hand, have always focused on social responsibility, acting for the benefit of others. As far back as she can remember, her parents spent every Thanksgiving and Christmas serving meals at church, and each year she silently prayed the holidays would be different. She longed to celebrate the holidays at home with her parents, instead of with strangers. She wanted to experience what her schoolmates chattered about when they returned to school after holiday breaks: baking cookies, opening gifts, and visiting family and friends. They were not interested in hearing about how she dished out food to the homeless with her socially conscious parents.
Eyes brimming with tears, she sets the brush onto the silver tray, thinking about the importance of family traditions. Traditions tell a story about a family, teach children about their culture, and help them to understand the things that are important to their family. When she and Fitz married, they continued some of the Grants' traditions, and established a few new ones for their growing family. She smiles down at her flat stomach, thinking next year they will celebrate their new baby's first birthday in their new home.
The bell on her tablet dings, interrupting her reverie, and she wonders what has happened so early on a Saturday morning. Setting the tube of nude lipstick onto the vanity table, she walks over to the nightstand and opens the tablet. Once her brain processes what her eyes are seeing, she runs into the bathroom.
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With the plush yellow sheet towel wrapped around his waist, Fitz leans against the counter, looking into the mirror, slowly gliding the razor over his chin.
"Fitz – Fitz."
"Dammit", he yelps in pain, throwing the razor into the sink with such force the blade pops out and spins around the porcelain. He frowns at his wife as he reaches for a tissue. "You made me nick my chin", scowling in the mirror as the blood slowly trickles down his chin. He tears a small piece of tissue and presses it against the cut.
"Fitz — look", shoving the tablet toward him.
Not interested in what she wants to show him on the tablet, he tears another small piece of tissue and presses it against his wound. Great, now I'm going to have a cut on my face in all the pictures.
"Look, Fitz", she insists.
Hearing the panic in her high-pitched voice, he looks into her eyes and immediately realizes something is wrong. She pushes the tablet toward him, slowly nodding her head for him to take it. He furrows his brow, sets the torn tissue onto the counter, and takes the tablet from her hand. His eyes almost bulge from his head when he reads the headline.
"My God", he says half to himself as he quickly scans the article.
"Press PLAY, babe. Play the video", she says anxiously, pointing her finger at the screen. He nods, presses the PLAY icon, and Wilson's voice flows into their bathroom, which seems odd to him.
Olivia stands on her tip-toes, struggling to look over his arm to watch the video. He glances at her, then lowers the tablet so she can see. For the next few minutes, with mouths agape, they watch Wilson stand at the podium in the courtyard of City Hall and announce he is resigning as mayor. He says he no longer wants to be a distraction to the great city and needs to spend the next few months preparing for his upcoming trial. He thanks everyone for their support and abruptly turns and leaves. A short, bespectacled, and slightly balding man steps to the podium and tries to deliver a brief speech over the reporters' shouts. The video stops playing and they continue to stare at the screen until they are jolted from their stupor by the loud commercial they saw during the Super Bowl.
"What the hell?" Fitz says, looking at his wife then back at the screen.
"Did you know?" She asks nervously, her eyes darting back and forth, searching his face for an answer.
"No — of course not. I didn't know anything", his voice unusually high.
"What does this mean? Why now?" Olivia stutters.
"I don't know", he says, looking down at the screen again.
"What happens next?"
"What do you mean?" He asks, dumbfounded by the unexpected news.
"Who is going to be mayor now?"
"Rodgers."
"Who?"
"Barksdale Rodgers, the deputy mayor — the man at the podium." Olivia nods and slides the tablet from his hand.
"We'll have to discuss this later, babe. Finish shaving — get dressed. We have a birthday party to host in a few hours."
"Hey — hey. How are you feeling this morning?"
"A little queasy— but I'll be fine once I get some tea in my stomach. Let's not say anything about the pregnancy today – okay? This is Jo's day." Fitz nods slowly, then looks into the mirror at the pieces of tissue stuck to his chin.
"Hurry, babe — and don't forget to remove the tissue from your face. And check on Cee before coming down - she's still getting dressed. I'm going to help mom finish getting Jo ready."
Fitz quickly finishes shaving then presses another piece of tissue against the cut. He walks into the bedroom and grabs Olivia's phone from the nightstand. He needs to find out what the hell is going on with Wilson, and he needs to buy a new phone.
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With arms folded across his chest, Fitz leans against the doorframe of Cena's bedroom, smiling as she tugs at the lace tights. She never fails to let him know she does not like wearing tights.
"Do you need some help, Princess?" He asks, walking into the room.
"They itch, daddy. I don't like them", pouting as she scratches her leg.
"How about we find some socks in the same color? Would you like to wear socks instead?"
Cena nods her heads vigorously, then runs over to the dresser and grabs from the drawer a pair of pink and white-striped, knee-hi socks covered with cat faces. She holds them up for her father's approval.
"I don't think those quite match your dress, sweetheart", bending down and rummaging through the hosiery drawer for a more appropriate pair of socks his wife will find acceptable. "How about these? Do you like this pair?" Holding up a pair of anklets with pink and white ruffles.
"Yes, daddy, they don't itch."
"Okay — let's take off those old itchy tights and put on these", sitting on the bed and helping his daughter remove the tights.
"Yay", she shouts with joy, as she climbs onto her father's lap.
"That's better", he says, reaching to the floor for the black patent leather shoes. After the shoes are buckled, Fitz stands with Cena in his arms, ready to go downstairs.
"You have paper on your face, daddy", tapping her index finger on his chin.
"It's just a little cut", glancing quickly in the mirror. She takes her father's face in her small hands and pecks him on the lips.
"Better?"
"Better", he says with a smile.
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Bennie inhales deeply, then rings the doorbell for the second time. He did not think to call beforehand, and now he is questioning his decision to rush over unannounced. Maybe she is not home, or maybe she has company. He looks at the coffee cup in his hand, sighs, then presses the doorbell again. When the door suddenly swings open, for some reason he is startled to see Marion standing in front of him. Their eyes meet, and he sees the confusion in her eyes. She apparently just got out the shower because droplets of water drip from her hair and onto the shoulders of the silk robe he has slid off her body so many times. He smells her favorite lavender and mint soap, of which she has several boxes stashed under the bathroom counter because she is afraid the manufacturer might discontinue the fragrance. She told him she always buys her favorite products in bulk because she hates when they are discontinued once she has become attached.
"Why are you here?" The surprise in her eyes giving way to a cold anger.
"Good morning", he says somewhat nervously. "I heard about Wilson. I wanted to make sure you are okay. I bought coffee - may I come in?" He adds quickly.
He knows she has not learned how to set the timer on the coffee maker and, therefore, has not yet had her first cup of the morning. She glances at the large cup of macchiato in his hand, then turns and walks into the apartment. Ben closes the door behind him and walks down the hall to the beautifully decorated living room. He glances around the space, thinking how much he has missed spending time here. He sets the coffee cup onto a coaster on the cocktail table in front of the sofa; he knows the rules. Unsure whether he should sit or continue standing, he opts to stand. Marion returns from the kitchen carrying a tray with two coffee cups, two spoons, cream, and sugar. He smiles because regardless of the circumstances, Marion always practices good etiquette.
"Have a seat, Ben", she says flatly, as she sets the tray onto the table. He flashes her a nervous smile and sits at the far end of the sofa, watching as she pours the macchiato into the beautiful porcelain cups.
"So - did you know — that Wilson was going to resign today?" He asks as she hands him a cup.
"No — not at all. That was the last thing I expected when I woke up this morning. Well - maybe not the last thing", she says softly as she sits on the sofa and crosses her legs. Ben glances down at her feet.
"So how are you — what does this mean for you?"
"I'm not sure how I feel — really. Wilson could be such an ass. I don't know Rodgers very well."
"Rodgers?"
"Most people ask that question", she says with a chuckle. "Barksdale Rodgers, he's the deputy mayor. He'll complete Wilson's term for the next 18 months."
"I see. So why do you think Wilson resigned?" Bringing the cup to his lips.
"I have no idea — but I'm certain he didn't want to step down. He loved the power too much."
Ben nods and an uncomfortable silence hangs in the air as they both sip coffee. He sets the cup onto the coaster and cocks his head in her direction, and she pulls her robe tight. His gaze is making her uncomfortable. Leaning forward with arms resting on his knees, he turns his gaze back to the dark liquid in his cup. He is not quite sure what to say next.
"Why are you here, Ben?"
"I've missed you", he says without hesitation.
"You haven't called", leaning forward to set her cup on the table.
"I was at that conference — in Portland — for a week."
"I forgot", she says softly, nodding her head in remembrance. "It's been three weeks", she adds, and he looks at her somewhat embarrassed.
"We needed a break, Mar. I needed a break", he says with intensity. "I couldn't— didn't want to continue the way …." He presses two fingers against his temple and closes his eyes for a moment. "Did I — have I —ever given you cause to think I was still interested in Liv? I've been racking my brain thinking perhaps I did something — said something. If I did — I'm sorry."
"You shut me out, Ben. You were cold— cruel. I felt like ..."
"Mar —you said some harsh and untrue things. I've been nothing but honest with you. Why won't you believe me?"
Marion's eyes search his handsome face and sees the kindness and sincerity that is Ben. He is an honest man, a good man, who does not play games. What you see is what you get - no masks. So right now, in this moment, she has to decide if she is going to pull her usual trick and hang the blame squarely on him, take advantage of his kindness; or, come clean and show him who she really is. She takes a deep breath, looks into his kind eyes again, and slowly exhales.
"I have a perpetual chip on my shoulder - placed there by my dear, sweet, unloving mother. My mother was bitch who hated me from the first day she set eyes on me at the hospital. Frankly, I'm not sure if she ever really looked at me when I was born."
Taken aback by what he is hearing for the first time, Ben crinkles his brow. Marion rarely talks about her family, let alone her mother. The most he knows about her family is she has a brother who lives in Florida.
"Truthfully - she wanted to leave me there – in the hospital. She felt she had fulfilled her end of the bargain. Being a nurturing and loving mother was not what she signed on the dotted line for - and she actually signed a contract with my father. I saw it - years later. But my father made her take me home — at least the nanny took me home from the hospital and set me up in the nursery", swiping the tear from her cheek.
"Marion", Ben says softly, sliding across the sofa to comfort her, but she raises her hand to stop him. She knows if she does not tell him everything right now she will not have the courage to tell him later.
"My mother was strikingly beautiful – a classic beauty some would say. But her physical beauty was in stark contrast to her inner self. She had a dark and ugly heart, which she was adept at expressing in many vile ways. When I was old enough — around four or five — she calmly explained - in her refined voice - her undying disdain for me. She told me I was an interruption. That's how she usually referred to me – the interruption."
"Over tea in the sitting room - she would politely explain to my four- or five-year-old self that she only married my father because he was wealthy and could finance the lifestyle her family allowed her to enjoy all her life. For a time — my mother's family was quite wealthy - but my grandfather lost most of the family's fortune because of bad investments and other endeavors no one ever discusses. Mother needed to find another man to backfill her father's generosity – so she married my father –who was a wealthy international banker and much older. She never loved father - just what he could provide her. And he was okay with that - he just wanted children - which was written into the prenuptial agreement. The agreement stated she would give him two children by the fifth year of their marriage — and he in return he would bankroll the lavish lifestyle she enjoyed — but she could not travel again. She had to remain home — in the States."
"Mother never wanted children - but she never wanted to be poor either — so she took the deal. And as contracted — she gave birth to me and my brother. I rarely saw my father after my brother was born. He was always traveling somewhere for business. I guess he just wanted to leave a legacy." She wipes the tears from her face and continues.
"Daily tea in the sitting room was always a production with mother. I would watch in amazement how she would delicately pour tea from the shiny, silver teapot into the china tea cups. I watched how she would drop a single cube of sugar into the black liquid — then stir in the milk – never cream - until the liquid turned a warm shade of brown. Mother had a game she loved to play with me at tea time - but it was hardly a typical child's game. While she sipped tea — she insisted I stand erect — with hands clasped in front of me — and listen while she regaled me with stories of the wonderful life she had before I came along. I watched how she oh so carefully sipped her tea — never leaving a trace of lipstick on the cup's rim. And – every day - at the same juncture of story time - she would reach behind one of the pillows on the sofa and pull out a silver, rectangular metal bottle. I later learned it was called a flask and it contained cognac."
"After the third sip of tea - she would set the tea cup onto the saucer, lean back against the sofa with crossed legs, and glare at me with a sick smile on her face. The look on her face always signaled she was ready to tell me again about her many lovers in the States and abroad. One day she confessed she wasn't sure if my father was really my father. She always pressed a finger to her lips - as if it were our secret. The sick part about all of this is she made me repeat her stories because she never wanted me to forget I was the cause of her misery. This game would go on for hours – every day — until she passed out."
Ben's heart is breaking, he now understands why Marion can be so cruel and insecure. But he remains silent as she continues.
"I felt invisible as a child, Ben. After years of listening to and regurgitating her stories - I began to realize she no longer saw me. With each lift of the flask - I disappeared — and I supposed she did as well. Much later - it became effortless for me to erect a steel façade — to pretend my mother's words did not feel like a hot knife jabbing into my flesh as I stood before her. This skill served me well while in medical school and during the many debasing meetings I had with Wilson. Those guys had nothing on my mother. I could take whatever they dished out tenfold and they would never reach the level of viciousness my mother reserved solely for me", she says through clenched teeth.
"You don't have to do this Marion", Ben says sadly.
"You wanted to see me - to show you who I am. Well - this is who I am, Ben. I'm the daughter of a whore - who screwed any and every man who came her way. I'm the daughter of a woman who got perverse pleasure from torturing her daughter with her sordid stories that I barely understood as a child. I am the daughter of a closet alcoholic who drank daily to make it through her miserable life."
"I tried everything within my power to make her want me—to make her love me. Psychologists call it emotional abandonment – I call it abuse. She never once showed me a hint of affection. What I would have done for a scintilla of what Olivia and Fitz give Cena and Jolie. They are so fortunate to have parents that love them unconditionally –that will do anything for them."
"They say rejection breeds obsession. I craved my mother's love like a junkie craves their drugs. I became a doctor because of her — my feeble attempt to please her. She was fascinated with - obsessed really with doctors of all sorts. The plastic surgeon whom she paid handsome sums of money in an effort to freeze time. The psychologist she met with almost daily to help her understand why she was miserable. And the medical doctor who prescribed her whatever she needed to help her forget why she was miserable."
"I spend ridiculous sums of money buying expensive clothes – expensive everything – trying to emulate my mother's elegance. I project this image of confidence to the world - but just like my mother I am afraid – terrified - because I don't know who I am."
Ben's eyes glisten with tears and he slides over and wraps his arms around her. Feeling vulnerable, she tries to push him away, but he holds her tighter, not allowing her to shut him out this time. Her body quakes and the tears stream down his neck. She is so weary of pretending, tired of wearing masks. Sunlight has a disinfecting effect, and she now feels clean, liberated, and scared. She does not know if Ben will like what he sees. She does not know if he will like the real Marion.
"I was a little girl, Ben. I just wanted my mommy to love me and I didn't understand why she didn't."
"I know – but you don't have to be that abandoned little girl anymore. I'm here for you. I won't leave."
"You've already left once", she says sadly.
"I didn't know, Mar. You didn't let me in - didn't let me see the real you. You hid your pain by blaming others."
"Can you like the real me?" She asks shakily.
He lifts her chin and looks into her eyes. "I love the real you - and I'm not going anywhere. I promise."
"How can you love me when my mother didn't? I'm broken, Ben. I feel so hollow."
"We're all brokenin our own were just a little girl who was cheated out of a mother's love."
"I hated her — hate her. She's been gone now — dead for years - and I still can't get her out of my head."
Ben pulls her onto his lap and rocks her the way her mother never did, and for once she feels the safe and loved. No more words need to be spoken, so they sit like that, in silence for a long while. He tightens his arms around her, stopping her from pulling away when she catches him sneaking a peek at his watch.
"Jolie's party is in an hour. I'm her godfather - I have to be there - I can't be late."
"Of course - I forgot. I understand. Go."
"Come with me. It would do you good to get out - be around people right now."
"I'm not sure I'm ready, Ben. I've not been fair to Olivia."
"She doesn't know anything. Besides - I would like you there for the dedication", pecking her on the lips.
"Are you sure?" Looking into his eyes for a hint of pity. She hates being pitied.
"I'm sure. Now go get ready", kissing her again.
"I'll be ready in 15." He gives her a look that says he does not believe her.
"I will –really", sliding from his lap. He catches her hand and she looks at him curiously.
"Thanks for trusting me – for telling me", lifting her hand to his lips. She smiles and jogs toward the bedroom feeling much lighter and free.
Over the next 48 minutes, Ben washes their cups, saucers, and spoons. And now he sits with legs crossed, glancing at his watch and waiting for Marion to emerge from the bedroom. He smiles and shakes his head.
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Calvin is enjoying his role immensely as the official greeter of the guests when they arrive. In honor of his granddaughter's birthday, he is donning one of his favorite grand and complete boubous with matching kufi. While the family is still upstairs getting dressed, and Hildie is in the kitchen putting the finishing touches on the food, he glances around the family room checking that everything is in order. When he hears the doorbell rings, he rubs his hands together and smiles. Showtime!
"Welcome - welcome", he says jovially when he opens the door and sees Gerry, Maura, and Nora standing on the steps.
"Hello, Calvin", Gerry says somewhat winded from carrying an oversized, yet colorful box.
"That' s a pretty large box, Gerry. Do you need some help?" Eyeing the man's flush face.
"No — no. I'll just set it in the living room", pushing past Calvin and walking down the hall toward the room that is decorated in a theme fit for an angel.
"Maura — Nora, how are you lovely ladies doing on this fine day?" Kissing both ladies on the cheek.
"I'm fine, Calvin. It's so good to see you", Maura says, pecking him on the cheek as she enters the foyer.
"Hello, Mr. Pope", Nora says softly.
"Come — come. Have a seat", Calvin says, leading the way down the hall to the family room.
"Set our gift in the living room, Nora", Maura says, handing her daughter the tastefully wrapped gift from both of them. Where's the birthday girl? Where are my grandchildren?" Maura asks, looking around the room.
"They're still getting dressed", Calvin announces. "Can I get you something to drink, Maura?"
"Thank you, Calvin. I'll have a sparkling water, please."
"Coming right up."
"Can I get you two something to drink?" Calvin asks, looking at Nora and Gerry as they enter the room.
"I'll have a diet cola, Mr. Pope."
"One diet cola coming right up. Gerry — anything?"
"I'll have a ginger ale, Calvin — diet", sitting down in one of the large occasional chairs and crossing his legs.
Nora is more timid today than usual. This is the first time she has been out of the house since she returned home, and it is the first time she will be around the entire family since before she went away. It seems like an eternity has passed since she was last in this house. She pulls her sweater around her frail body when she thinks about the dreadful night Fitz threw her out of the house. She shivers slightly, hoping Bennie gets here soon.
Glancing around the large, open room, her eyes land on the photo gallery wall above the massive fireplace. The photos of smiling faces are like a gravitational pull, and she walks slowly across the room and gazes up at the array of black and white photos in white wood frames. She smiles slightly because the photos tell the story of the people who live in the house. A large photo of Olivia, Fitz, Cena, and Jolie is in the center. It is surrounded by individual photos of family and friends enjoying various holidays and celebratory events. The photos remind her that life did not stand still while she was away.
Nora smile broadens as she looks at the photos showcasing her nieces in every aspect of their lives: bathing, eating, laughing, sulking, playing. She cannot believe how much they have grown. She remembers when the wall was filled with pictures only of Cena. Now that Jolie has arrived, the little girl has taken her rightful place on the wall. The family pet even has his place on the wall. She wonders who is the little girl with the rich brown skin and long braids hugging Cena. She wonders if Cena will remember her. She knows Jolie will not have a clue of who she is, and maybe that is for the best. Jolie will not have any preconceived notions of who she is or awareness of the things she has done. Maybe she can start afresh with Jolie, be someone different, someone who would make Jolie proud.
"Sit down, Nora", Maura calls to her daughter from the sofa across the room.
"Leave her alone, Maura. She's just looking at the pictures", Gerry says from his favorite seat.
"Gerry — Maura", Olivia says as she enters the room carrying Jolie on her hip. Nora jumps away from the fireplace, slithers over to the sofa, and quietly takes a seat next to her mother.
"Oh my — look at our birthday girl - she looks absolutely beautiful. That dress is just adorable", Maura gushes as she admires the white dress covered with a field of embroidered flowers in pink, yellow, and blue. With arms outstretched, Maura walks over and pecks her daughter-in-law and takes Jolie from her arms. Olivia glances quickly at Nora, who is staring down at the floor. With everything that has happened over the past few days, she forgot that Nora was attending the party. She sighs silently, wondering where the hell is Ben.
"Hello, Olivia", Gerry says, kissing his daughter-in-law on the cheek. "It's good to see you as usual." He takes Jolie from his wife's arms and bounces her in the air. Jolie squeals and laughs, displaying her few teeth.
"It's good to see you, too, Gerry", Olivia says, glancing at a waif-like Nora as she pecks her father-in-law on the cheek.
"Give my grandbaby to me, Gerry. You're going to make her sick", Maura says as she gently lifts Jolie from her husband's arms.
"Ah she's fine - she's a Grant", handing Jolie to his wife.
"I'm a Grant, too, Gramps", Cena says, squirming to climb down from her father's arms as they enter the room.
"Yes - you are. Yes - you are", Gerry says proudly, picking up Cena and shaking her in the air.
"Gramps, may I see your watch?" Tugging at her grandfather's shirt sleeve.
"Of course, you can. Let's sit here so you can get a good look at it."
"Don't wind it too tight, Princess."
"Let her be, Fitzgerald. My granddaughter can't hurt this old watch."
"Say hello to your grandmother, Cena", Fitz says.
"Hi, Grams", kissing her grandmother on the cheek. "Aunt Nora", Cena screams when she sees her aunt sitting on the sofa. She squirms from her grandfather's lap and runs across the room to Nora.
"Cena", a big smile spread across Nora's face, which fades quickly when she glances at Olivia.
"Aunt Nora, I have a dog and his name is Bowtie and he is my friend", Cena says at rapid-fire pace. "Do you want to say hi to Bowtie?" Pulling Nora's hand. Not sure what to do, Nora glances at Olivia and Fitz. She does not want to break the house rules.
"Maybe Aunt Nora can meet Bowtie later, sweetheart", Fitz says.
"Aunt Nora — today is Jo's birthday. She's one — but I'm six", displaying six fingers.
"You're such a big girl now, Cena." Cena smiles and nods her head up and down. She likes being called a big girl.
"Jo is going to have cake and ice cream and get lots and lots of presents. Maybe daddy will get Jo a dog, too."
"I think one dog is enough around here", Olivia says as she walks over to Nora. "Hello, Nora", resting a hand on her sister-in-law's shoulder.
"Hello, Olivia", Nora says softly, staring down at the floor.
"Welcome home, little sister", Fitz says, pecking his sister on the cheek.
"Thank you, Fitz."
"You should say hello to your other niece — the birthday girl", Fitz says, glancing quickly at Olivia as he takes Jolie from his mother's arms, and as usual, Jolie grabs for her father's nose. "Say hello to your Aunt Nora, Jo", waving the baby's hand at Nora.
"Hello, Jolie. I'm so happy to see you again", unconsciously reaching to touch Jolie's face, then snatching it back when she sees Olivia staring at her.
"Gerry, doesn't Jolie look just like Nora when she was a baby?" Taking the birthday girl from her father's arms. "The same wispy hair", brushing back Jolie's hair with her fingers. Calvin enters the room carrying the tray of drinks.
"You were supposed to wear your blue button-down shirt", Olivia whispers to her husband.
"Blood dripped on it", frowning as she pulls the scrap of tissue from his chin.
"We're not going to match", she whispers again.
"And neither is my face", he says, and she rolls her eyes.
"A seltzer for you, Maura", Calvin says cheerfully as he hands Maura a glass and cocktail napkin.
"Thank you, Calvin", Maura says, taking the glass and napkin and sitting down on the sofa.
"Diet cola for you, Nora."
"Thank you, Mr. Pope", she says softly.
"And a ginger ale for you, Gerry."
"Thank you, Calvin", setting the glass on the table next to his seat as Cena crawls back onto his lap to play with the antique wristwatch.
"Dear, can I get you something to drink?" Calvin asks his wife as she enters the room wearing one of her colorful dresses. Nora peers over her glass of diet cola at Mrs. Pope. She always loves the bright, flowing dresses the woman wears.
"No - thank you dear. Maura, it's been ages", Gwendolyn says, pecking the woman on the cheek.
"It has been a while. How are you, Gwendolyn?"
"I'm well - my family is well", looking across the room at Olivia and Fitz. "And Gerry — it's good to see you."
"Hello, Gwendolyn", standing and pecking the woman on the cheek.
"Nora - you look lovely."
"Thank you, Mrs. Pope. You look beautiful as usual."
"Sit down - sit down, Gwendolyn", Maura says, patting the spot on the sofa to her left. "So, have you and Calvin set a date to return to Senegal?"
"Two weeks", Calvin says chipperly, answering for his wife. "We're wrapping up our work at Triumph. The new school will be ready to open in the fall."
"I guess you have your answer, Maura", Gwendolyn says playfully. "We've been away much longer than we anticipated. We must get back and help those who need us. But, I'm really going to miss my grandbabies", smiling at a Jolie.
"I'm certain you will."
"We'll Skype as often as we can", Calvin says.
"You know it's not the same, Calvin."
"Now don't go getting all teary-eyed. Livvia and Fitzgerald said they would bring the girls for a visit." Fitz glances over at his wife and the doorbell rings.
"Stay there, dad, I'll get it", Olivia says quickly, hoping it is Ben.
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When Olivia swings open the door, she is disappointed when she does not see Ben. Abigail's green eyes sweep over Olivia and she frowns, thinking something is not right with her friend.
"Abby, John - it's so good to see you", giving them both a tight hug.
"Well I no longer hear from you", Abby says, eyeing Olivia closely.
"Hello, sister-in-law", John says, pecking Olivia on the cheek.
"How are you feeling, Abby. How's the pregnancy?" Olivia asks, smiling at the woman's swollen belly.
"How do you think I feel? I'm pregnant and I haven't seen my friend in forever", pushing past Olivia.
"A lot has been going on, Abbs. We'll get together soon - I promise. Hello, Ethan", Olivia's smile broadening as she bends and picks up the little boy who has always held a special place in her heart. "How is my Ethan doing today? You're getting to be such a big boy" Bouncing the shy boy up and down in her arms.
"Hello, Aunt Olivia", Ethan says softly.
"May Aunt Olivia have a kiss?" Ethan nods his head up and down, then kisses his aunt on the cheek.
XXX
"Gramps, Uncle John and Ethan are here", Cena yells, squirming to climb down from her grandfather's lap.
"Okay – okay", Gerry says, standing Cena to the floor and smiling as she dashes from the room in search of John and Ethan.
"Uncle John — Ethan", Cena screams.
"Cee-Cee", John screams, mimicking his niece's enthusiasm. He lifts Cena and swings her high in the air. "How is my beautiful niece doing today?"
"Uncle John, today is JoJo's birthday and she's going to have cake and ice cream and get lots and lots of presents", nodding her head up and down.
"I know - but JoJo's a baby and you're my big girl", tossing Cena in the air again, which causes her to giggle.
"Hey — what am I — chopped liver?" Abby says, while rubbing her stomach.
"I think someone is jealous. You better say hello to your Aunt Abigail", John says, winking at his excited niece.
"Hi, Aunt Abby. Today is JoJo's birthday and she's going to have cake and ice cream and get lots and lots of presents."
"Is that right?" Abby says playfully, and Cena nods her head up and down. "Well give me a kiss before we eat cake and ice cream and open lots and lots of presents." Abby bends down so Cena can kiss her on the cheek.
"Ethan, let's go get a horsey ride from Gramps." Ethan's eyes light up and he runs down the hall behind Cena.
"I'll set the gift in the living room", John says.
"Come on, Abby - you look like you need to sit down", Olivia says, guiding her friend down the hall.
"What I need is to have this baby – like yesterday."
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"Abigail, how's my new grandbaby doing?" Gerry says, standing and kissing his daughter-in-law on the cheek.
"Cool your jets, Gerry. This is the last one - I don't care what your son says." Nora giggles and Abby turns her head in the direction of the sound and sneers at the young woman.
"How are you feeling these days, Abigail?" Maura asks sympathetically.
"Miserable. I'm always miserable – from the time I get up in the morning - until I go to bed." Gerry rolls his eyes, not understanding how his son tolerates the woman.
"I see", Maura says, stroking her décolleté and thinking pregnancy only makes her daughter-in-law's tongue more caustic.
"She's right about that - which means I'm miserable", John says with a chuckle as he enters the room and pecks his mother on the cheek. "Dad — good to see you", shaking his father's hand.
"John — good to see you as well."
"Mr. Pope – Mrs. Pope. It's good seeing you two again."
"You as well, John", Calvin says.
"Congratulations to you two on the new addition", Gwendolyn says.
"I love Mrs. Pope – but I am not a happy camper these days."
"Nora — it's good to see you. We're glad you're back home ", John says, kissing his sister on the cheek and giving her boney shoulder a reassuring squeeze. Abby rolls her eyes thinking, speak for yourself. She does not trust Nora.
"Hi, John", Nora says softly, tugging at her sweater sleeve. She feels like she is under a microscope, and that makes her more uncomfortable.
"You're looking well, Abigail", Fitz says, walking over and kissing his sister-in-law on the cheek.
"You're such a liar, Fitzgerald. I'm as big as a house and it's your brother's fault."
"Uncle, Fitz", Ethan yells when he sees his godfather walk into the room.
"Hey, buddy. How's my favorite nephew doing?" Scooping up the boy in his arms.
"Daddy, he's your only nephew."
"But he's still my favorite - right, Ethan?" Ethan nods his head up and down.
"Gramps, Ethan and I want a horsey ride."
"Of course - of course", Gerry says happily as he gets down onto the floor on all fours.
"I'm first", Cena yells, climbing onto her grandfather's back, laughing as he begins to neigh and buck like a wild horse.
"Gerry is so energetic today", Gwendolyn says with a smile as she watches the man crawl around the floor with their granddaughter on his back.
"For a man who was out late last night", Maura says snidely as she jiggles the ice in her glass.
"Down on the floor like that - well it would take me forever to get up", Gwendolyn says, knowing better not to respond to Maura's comment.
"My turn", Ethan yells, climbing onto his grandfather's back.
"Hello, Nora", Abby says flatly, eyeing the young woman with suspicion as she lowers herself onto the sofa.
"Hello, Abigail", Nora says meekly, studying the pattern in the area rug. Abby sighs and rolls her eyes, not buying her sister-in-law's timid act.
"Okay - that's enough horseback riding for today, Ethan", John says. "Gramps won't be able to get out of bed tomorrow if he stays on the floor much longer."
"Ethan, let's go play with Bowtie", Cena yells, pulling Ethan from the room by the hand.
"And don't get any ideas young man - we're not getting a dog", Abby hollers after the children who are already halfway upstairs. The doorbell rings again and Calvin begins to stand.
"Sit down, dad", Olivia says. "I'll get it", hoping Ben has finally arrived.
"It seems like I've been fired by my own daughter. Terminated without cause", Calvin says, feigning hurt feelings.
XXX
"Everyone, this is Mona and her husband, Tom" Olivia says, announcing the latest arrivals. The family greets the two new guests and Calvin resumes his other official duties.
"Have a seat, Mona – Tom", Calvin says. "May I get you something to drink?"
"I'll have an iced tea", Mona says.
"I'll have the same", Tom chimes in.
"Two iced teas coming up", Calvin says as he walks toward the kitchen.
"Your father is taking his job very seriously", Gwendolyn remarks and Olivia nods with a smile.
"I'm so sorry we're late, Olivia – traffic is a nightmare."
"There was an accident over on Marple Avenue - the police rerouted traffic", Tom chimes in.
"An accident?" Olivia says anxiously, afraid something has happened to Ben.
"I told Tom he needs to get one of those things where the lady talks to you – tell you how to get where you're going."
"I don't need a G-P-S, Mona. I'm quite familiar with the area."
"I understand a G-P-S alerts you if an accident has occurred and actually gives you an alternate route to take. It would've been helpful today."
"Men don't like taking driving instructions from anyone", Abby says, looking at her husband.
"Did you see the kind of car that was involved in the accident?" Olivia asks anxiously, bringing a hand to her chest. Fitz walks over and wraps his arm around her shoulder.
"What's the matter – what's wrong?"
"Ben isn't here yet - he's never late." The pitch of her voice rising.
"You have to calm down, Liv."
"What kind of car was it, Tom? What color?" Everyone is now looking at Olivia with concern.
"It wasn't a car - it was a motorcycle. It seems like the driver was going too fast – spun out."
Olivia's heartbeat and breathing slow to a normal rate and Fitz guides her to a chair. Abby eyes the two closely, confirming her suspicion that something is going on with them.
"Everyone – let's go to the dining room for lunch. I think we can use a little sustenance", Gwendolyn says.
"But Bennie isn't here yet", Nora blurts out, dropping her head immediately when everyone turns and looks at her.
"There will be plenty of food for Bennie when he arrives", Gerry replies.
"I'll get Cena and Ethan", Calvin says as the guests file into the dining room.
XXX
"Brother, did you know Mayor Wilson was resigning today? We heard about it on the car radio while driving here."
"I knew nothing. I was surprised as I suspect many others are today."
"He sounds like a ghastly man - stealing from the poor people of the city", Gwendolyn says with disdain.
"So - will you run for mayor?" John asks and Gerry's head snaps up and looks at Fitz.
"I haven't given it any thought, John. Wilson only resigned a few hours ago. Besides, I have three-and-a-half years left in council."
"That doesn't mean you can't run", John persists. Jolie begins to whine and squirm on her mother's lap.
"Enough about politics. Jolie doesn't want to discuss it on her birthday. Right, Jo?", Olivia says as she pats an irritable Jolie on the back.
XXX
After everyone has enjoyed Hildie's scrumptious lunch, they begin to convene to the living room to open the gifts, and Fitz pulls his wife to the side.
"Are you okay?" Examining her face closely.
"It's not like Ben to be late. I don't want to miss anything this time." Fitz frowns as she glances at her watch again.
"Take a breath, Liv. Ben is fine – he'll be here. He knows the importance of this day?"
"I'm fine – I'm okay. I guess it's hormones", she whispers. He nods, pecks her on the lips, and steers her toward the living room.
"Let's go open our daughter's gifts."
XXX
The living room is decorated in an ethereal motif, with shades of pink, blue, yellow, and white. In the center of the room is a huge replica of a hot air balloon, a larger version of those that line the center of the dining room table. The envelope is composed of countless balloons in various sizes ranging from small to large; and in hues of pink, blue, and white. The basket is covered with the palest of pink organza and filled to the brim with lots of cotton to emulate billowy clouds. An arrangement comprised of white and pale-yellow roses, baby's breaths, and greenery trail down the side of the basket. Jolie will sit in the basket while the gifts are opened.
To the left of the hot air balloon is a three-foot tall number one, which Gwendolyn designed from cardboard and covered with pink, white, and pale-yellow roses. She spent the better part of yesterday afternoon gluing on all the flowers. To the right of the hot air balloon is a long, rectangular glass table with miniature hot air balloons bookending the array of elegantly wrapped gifts. But the gift that always takes center stage is concealed under the large, elaborately decorated wooden box Gerry placed next to the table when he arrived earlier. This gift is always the last to be opened.
"My word", Mona exclaims when she enters the room. "I thought the dining room was something to behold – but this room is absolutely beautiful - fit for angel."
"Mom is a fantastic decorator, Mona", Olivia says, walking into the room holding her husband's hand. "She and dad pulled all this together yesterday."
"I was just the lowly helper — refilling the glue gun when needed", Calvin confesses.
"Well it's absolutely beautiful, Gwendolyn."
"I might not be much of a cook — but my mother certainly made sure I knew how to sew and decorate." Calvin clears his throat and starts to take a seat next to Gerry when the doorbell rings.
"I guess I'm still on duty", Calvin says and the adults chuckle lightly.
XXX
"Ben, you're just in time", Calvin exclaims, pulling the young man into a tight bear hug.
"Hello, Mr. Pope. It's good to see you. You remember Marion — my girlfriend?" Giving Marion's hand a gentle squeeze, and she smiles.
"Yes — yes. Of course. It's good to see you again, Dr. Harris", Calvin says, extending a handshake with a smile.
"Call me Marion — please", Marion says as she shakes Calvin's hand.
"Come in – come in", guiding the couple to the living room. "Look who's here", the official greeter announces and Nora is close to bouncing in her seat.
"Bennie — Ben …" Everyone calls out in unison.
"Finally", John says.
"I wouldn't miss my goddaughter's first birthday", bending and pecking Jolie on the cheek. "Sorry we're late", he whispers to Olivia, and she nods with a smile. "Everyone remembers Marion — right?"
"Of course. Come - sit here, Marion", Olivia says, patting the spot on the sofa between her and Olivia. Nora smiles because she finally gets to meet Bennie's lady doctor.
"Hello, everyone. I'm so sorry – I'm the cause of Ben being late."
"We have more gifts for the birthday girl", Ben says, holding up his gift bags before setting them onto the table.
"Olivia, that box is absolutely beautiful", Marion says as she admires the attention detail on the elaborately decorated wooden box next to the table.
"Hey, Nora", Ben says, pecking his sister on the cheek.
"I'm glad you're hear Bennie."
"Marion, I take no credit for designing that box. That's all Nora's doing. She's the family's talented artist."
"Nora, it is absolutely stunning - you have a real talent. You should be working in design. And, by the way, I'm Marion — we haven't met yet. Ben has told me wonderful things about you."
Nora smiles. "Thank you, Marion. It's finally good to meet you, too."
"Nora has been working on that box and decorating the R-O-C-K-E-R for weeks now", Gerry chimes in.
"That spells rocker, Gramps", Cena yells, and everyone shakes their head.
"Thank you, Little Sis. It's really beautiful", Fitz says from across the room.
"I made the banner", Cena says proudly as she points to the Happy Birthday, Jolie sign stretched across the wall.
"You did a terrific job, Cena", Nora says.
"Thank you. My mommy helped me", Cena announces.
"Somebody's excited", Gwendolyn says as Jolie squirms to climb down from her mother's lap.
Jolie holds onto the edge of the sofa, bouncing up and down, trying to figure out how she can make her way over to the colorful balloons. She stretches her hand toward her father, who grins goofily, coaxing her to come to him.
"Come on, Angel. Come to daddy." Jolie looks up at her mother, then at the other faces who are waiting with bated breath for her to make the trek across the room to her throne. "Come on. Come on", Fitz repeats, beckoning her with his hand.
"Go, Jolie, go", everyone says in unison. Jolie looks around at the cheering faces again, then scurries over to her father, surprising herself and everyone in the room.
"Dada - dada", she says, stretching her arms for her father to pick her up. The room grows silent, and everyone looks at Jolie in shock. Then, they clap, praising the little girl for her accomplishments.
"JoJo's walking and talking", Cena yells.
"That's my, Angel. That's my Angel", Fitz says, dewy-eyed as he swoops up Jolie in his arms.
"Say dada again, Angel. Say dada again", Fitz encourages and Olivia rolls her eyes, wondering why momma is never their first word.
"Dada — dada", Jolie repeats as she points to the balloons.
"Put her in the basket, Fitz", John says, videotaping the exchange. Fitz gently places Jolie into the basket and Ethan giggles.
"Jolie's going to float away", Ethan yells, and Cena laughs out loud. Jolie laughs too because she tries to mimic everything her older sister does.
"She looks like a real angel", Nora says in awe.
"Okay — time to open the gifts. Which one should I open first?" Maura asks, rubbing her hands together.
"That one, Grams", Ethan shouts.
"No - that one, Grams", Cena yells, pointing to a different gift. Fitz poses the question to Jolie and she pointing to Abby and John's gift.
"I like a girl who knows what she wants", Abby says.
"Where's Hildie?" Olivia asks, scanning the room.
"I'll get her", Gwendolyn volunteers, standing from her seat and hurrying from the room.
XXX
As she nears the kitchen, Gwendolyn hears the unmistakable sounds of someone crying, and she immediately wonders what is wrong with Hildie. She walks over to Hildie, who is leaning against the copper farmhouse sink, and places a hand on the women's trembling shoulders.
"Hildie, what is it — what's wrong? And don't say nothing. You've not been yourself for weeks. I won't let you continue to suffer like this." Hildie wipes her eyes with the hem of the apron and looks up with the saddest eyes Gwendolyn has ever seen.
"I'm sorry, ma'am. I'm fine now."
"You're not fine. Sit down - sit down", Gwendolyn insists, guiding the woman to a stool at the granite island top. Hildie sits on the edge of the stool, and stares across the room at the three-tier cake she baked for Jolie's birthday.
"It's a beautiful cake, Hildie - exquisite actually. You've really outdone yourself. What's wrong, Hildie?"
Hildie reaches into the apron pocket and wipes the tears from her face with the wad of tissues. After few moments, she finds the courage to express what she has not uttered to anyone in over 30 years.
"We were moving from Salzburg to Vienna. My husband and I had gotten new positions at the University of Vienna. He was such a brilliant scientist – a kind-hearted man. We both were going to teach and research at the university. We were so excited to start our new life — with our baby girl." Gwendolyn eyes widen because she had no idea Hildie was married and had a child.
"She was such a good baby — our Ella - a beautiful baby. She did not cry the entire train ride. Of course - she slept most of the time. We were about an hour outside of Vienna when it happened - the train derailed. When I awoke - two days later - I was in hospital." Gwendolyn sits on the stool next to Hildie and takes the woman's hands into hers.
"They – the doctors - told me my husband and baby were gone — did not survive the crash. I couldn't believe it — couldn't accept it. I was in an institution for six months."
"Oh – Hildie. I'm so sorry."
"My baby's birthday is today, ma'am. She never made it to her first birthday. She was nine months old when it happened. When Mr. and Mrs. Grant brought our baby home from the hospital it was as if I was looking at my Ella again. It was as if I had a second chance. Jolie could be my Ella's twin."
"I was unable to have more children - I never married again— never had another family. I gave up my profession as a scientist and came to America. My family are the people I work for." Tears stream down Gwendolyn's face and she rubs Hildie's back. She knew Hildie had secrets, but she never imagined her story was so heartbreaking.
"When I heard that Miss Nora was coming to the party — I became anxious, ma'am. She is not a good person. I don't want any harm to come to our baby", she adds quickly.
"I understand. I understand."
"Will Mr. and Mrs. Grant no longer want my services?" She asks with concern.
"Of, course they will. My daughter and her husband care for you very much. I assure you - everything is going to be all right." The distraught woman looks at Gwendolyn for a while, then nods her head. "Come on Hildie - let's go watch our baby open her presents."
XXX
Gwendolyn and Hildie enter the living room as Maura prepares to open the last gift on the table. Olivia crinkles her brow because she can see Hildie has been crying, and she looks at her mother for answers. Gwendolyn shakes her head from side to side, indicating they will talk later.
"Okay, let's see what's in this lovely wrapped box", Maura says, removing the small gift card. "And this is from Marion." Olivia smiles at Marion and squeezes her hand. "Goodness", Maura says in awe when she lifts the white Versace dress and navy-blue and white Armani romper set from the box. Everyone's eyes grow wide.
"I couldn't resist", Marion says, smiling and clasping her hands to her chest. Abby rolls her eyes.
"They're absolutely beautiful, Marion. Thank you so much", Olivia says.
"Jo's going to be the best dressed little girl at the playground", John says.
"Jolie won't be wearing those outfits to the playground, John", Gwendolyn says as she admires the two outfits.
XXX
"Now it's time for the big reveal", Fitz announces, looking over at his father. Gerry nods and walks to the middle of the room.
"Family is everything", Gerry begins. "My father repeated that mantra to his children every day and I did the same with my children. When my grandfather came to this country - he was in search of a better life for his family. Along with the hope for a brighter future - he brought many family traditions and beliefs."
"Grandfather believed – above all else – that as the head of the house – the man is responsible for safeguarding and protecting his family — at all cost. Nothing or no one is ever permitted to interfere with the sanctity of the family."
"Grandfather also believed that all Grant children are special - and should be celebrated - as they are our legacy."
"As a master carpenter - grandfather established the tradition of carving custom rockers to celebrate each baby's first birthday. A child's first birthday is a special occasion because many children did not survive until their first birthday back in the old country." Gwendolyn glances over at Hildie, who is staring down at her lap.
"Children who survived were heralded as strong – resilient - and grandfather wanted to honor their perseverance with something made of his own hands – something that is unique to each child. So - he crafted custom rockers for all his children and grandchildren's first birthday. It brought him great joy to design rockers that reflected a child's personality he saw developing during their first year of life."
"The tradition has been passed down over the generations – and as the eldest son - my father passed the tradition on to me. And I have taught John how to make the rockers", smiling at his eldest son. "When I am no longer here - John will continue the tradition - and one day - teach Ethan."
"I carved Ethan an airplane rocker for his first birthday because he loved playing with airplanes since Fitzgerald gave him his first plane as a baby. I carved Cena a rocker shaped like a chariot because from the very beginning she was our Princess."
Everyone smiles, except Abby. She thinks all the talk about family and traditions is a bunch of crap. The Grants are just as messed up as her family, they just do not live in trailers.
"Now - without further ado – it's time for Jolie to receive her special rocker."
Gerry lifts the cover that has shielded the gift all afternoon, and everyone gasps when the rocker is revealed. Resembling an angel, the rocker has a winged saddle, footrests, and an adjustable fabric backrest. It is a magnificent work of art that obviously was created with a lot of love. Jolie tries to climb from the hot air balloon when she sees the rocker, but her father quickly grabs her.
"Wow", Ethan says in wonder.
"It's cool", Cena says with eyes wide.
"Gerry, that is a magnificent display of workmanship", Calvin says, admiring the handcrafted rocker.
"It's beautiful, Gerry. Thank you so much", Olivia says, swiping away the tears.
"Thanks, dad. We'll treasure it forever", Fitz says. Weepy-eyed, father and son hug each other, and after a while, Fitz pats his father on the back and Gerry returns to his seat. John walks to the center of the room and stands next to Fitz. Fascinated by the Grant family customs, Marion sits on the edge of the sofa, anxious to see what comes next.
"As is tradition in the Grant family - the first birthday celebration culminates with the dedication of the godfather. When Ethan turned one - I dedicated Fitzgerald as his godfather. A few months later - Fitzgerald returned the honor and dedicated me as Cee-Cee's godfather. Now - it is Benjamin's turn to have the honor of becoming godfather – Jolie's godfather. Benjamin - stand please."
Fitz lifts Jolie from the hot air balloon basket as Bennie joins him in the middle of the room. Olivia brings a hand to her mouth, fighting back the tears and Marion wraps an arm around her shoulders when Fitz begins the dedication.
"Bennie, you have and always will have a special place in my heart. I know we agreed to never mention that day at the well - and I promise - I will not mention it again after today. You are responsible for my life - and by extension - you are responsible for me having the opportunity to celebrate my daughter Jolie today."
"The godfather holds a special place in the life of a Grant child. The godfather is the child's second father. The godfather is the child's protector. The godfather is the child's mentor. Bennie, Liv and I have no doubt you will love Jolie as I - that you will protect Jolie as I - and you will be there for her if I'm no longer here for her. On this day - in our home - in front of family and friends - I dedicate you the godfather of my precious daughter. I present your daughter to you."
Ben brushes the tears from his flush face as Fitz places Jolie in his arms, and everyone laughs when Jolie immediately reaches for her godfather's nose.
"Fitz, I accept the honor and responsibility of being Jolie's godfather. I will love and protect her forever. I will be there for her at every graduation - when she gets married - and when she has her own children. We will hang out together, and pretty girl, I promise to shower you with lots of candy and toys when your parents aren't around." Everyone claps as the two brothers hug, and John hands Fitz a box.
"Bennie, I present you with a gift to thank you for accepting the role as Jolie's godfather. I hope it will bring you much joy." Ben places Jolie in her father's arms and wipes the tears from his face with the back of his hand.
"You gotta be kidding me", gawking at the shiny item in the wooden case. "Where'd you find this?" Olivia smiles at the look on Ben's face. So that is what Fitz had delivered a few weeks ago.
"Let us see, Bennie", Nora squeals like a child, and Ben lifts the item from the case and holds it up for everyone to see.
"What's that?" Ethan asks unimpressed, looking at Cena, who simply shrugs her shoulders.
"Pretty impressive, Fitzgerald", John says. The three brothers hug and Jolie claps her hands.
"Who's ready for cake and ice cream?" Olivia asks. Ethan and Cena jump up and down with their hands in the air.
"Gerry, this was a good day", Calvin leans over and whispers to the Grant family patriarch.
"It's all about family, Calvin. All about family."
XXX
Carrying the tray of breakfast foods with both hands, Olivia pushes open the door with her foot and Cena runs past her and jumps onto the bed. Jolie and Bowtie follow closely behind their leader. Lying on his stomach and hugging the pillow, Fitz' eyes flutter rapidly and he is smiling. He is exhausted from yesterday's festivities.
"Daddy - daddy. Wake up, daddy", Cena yells, preparing to pull open her father's eyelid.
"Don't do that, Cena", Olivia says in a warning tone. Cena fold her arms and pouts, which does not faze her mother. Awakened by all the commotion, Fitz reluctantly releases his pillow and rolls onto his back.
"We made you panny cakes, daddy - with fruit and cream", Cena announces to her father whose eyes are still closed. She reaches again to pull open his eyelid, but thinks better of it when she looks over at her mother. "We made you panny cakes, daddy", she says, impossibly close to his face. Pushing up against the upholstered headboard, Fitz rubs his eyes, then forks his fingers through his hair.
"Wow - this looks terrific. What did I do to deserve all of this?"
"Mommy said you're our hero so we do something special for you", Cena yells, bouncing on her father's lap.
"She did?" Looking at his wife and thinking Cena has been forgetting to use her indoor voice lately.
"She did. Move over, Cena, so daddy can eat his breakfast", setting the breakfast tray onto his lap and pecking him on the lips. He deepens the kiss.
"How are you feeling?" He whispers against her lips.
"I'm fine - really", placing the coffee mug in his hand. "We're meeting with Ben at one", she says with a serious look, and he nods.
"Where's my Angel? Come here, Angel."
"JoJo, go to daddy." Fitz squeezes his eyes shut as Cena's voice reverberates in the room. Still getting used to walking, Jolie waddles over to the bed with her arms in the air.
"Good morning birthday, girl", Fitz says, lifting her onto the bed and pecking her on the lips.
"Daddy, JoJo helped make your panny cakes, too."
"JoJo is going to be a good cook just like her big sister."
Jolie reaches for the whipped cream topping the pancakes and Fitz grabs her hand. "No dairy for you, Angel", stuffing her tiny hand into his mouth and pretending to chomp on her fingers. Jolie throws her head back and laughs, her body shaking uncontrollably.
Olivia walks over to the bathroom and closes the door. Bowtie quickly scampers across the room and sits on the floor outside the door.