A/N: Sweet160717, it takes a while for people to change their behavior. Marion is trying to do better because she really loves Bennie and she wants to be a better person. It is shocking that you now understand Fitz' PoV. LOL. Excellent observation about the way Olivia and Fitz show love for each other. They are complicated as individuals and as a couple. Ms. Rhimes might have something to say about me publishing this story. I suppose I can change the names, but will anyone read it if they don't recognize Fitz and Olivia? Yes, you caught that at different points in their marriage each has felt like they didn't have a voice in their own home. Now that the pretending is over, they can move on. didi46, glad you loved the chapter. Marion stepped up in this chapter, providing Bennie insight about Nora and containing her jealousy. You are so right; the Grant household is going to be overflowing with children soon. Let's see how they handle it. Reader575, Fitz, like Olivia, has finally realized that he must take care of himself before he can take care of others. While at Mirage, Olivia came to the realization she must take care of self and family before taking care of the community. Dr. Brennan is so smart for helping Fitz to realize what was happening with him. Also, remember there was a one-week time jump from the time Olivia met with Bennie and when she and Fitz literally and figuratively came clean with each other. We'll see how the Narcan situation is handled. kandyse4olitz, you're so right, communication in a relationship is equally as important as love. They're going to be all right and they will need to be on the same page for what is to come. So, you also think it's time for the Popes to leave. Let's see what happens. GeeGee612, let's see if there is any fallout from Olivia going to Bennie about her suspicions rather than to her husband. Dendardendan, I'm glad you're enjoying the story and I appreciate the compliment. Liv is usually the culprit, intentionally or unintentionally, when it comes to Fitz' woes. Remember, Olivia and Bennie have been friends long before Fitz or Marion came into the picture. She has relied on him since they were in school. But, is it time for the two to change, be more aware how their friendship impacts their mates? The children are definitely going to give Fitz a run for his money. Hint. Coralsue, a mother not telling her daughter about one of the basic functions of the female body seems incredible to some. But, as you confessed, for some reason some mothers miss this opportunity. Monica, I don't want you to be antsy and nervous, and I certainly don't want you breaking out in hives. As a couple, they are in a good place. But, life is always ready to throw us curve balls. Mona told Olivia long ago, "we are either going through something, coming out of something, or getting ready to go through something. It's what makes life, and this story, interesting, I hope. All of Olivia's attempts to fix Fitz were going to fail because she was not fixing the real problem. Emma, Bennie is a caring brother, boyfriend, and friend and doesn't let many things frazzle him. Notice, he was not upset with Marion for listening to Nora's gossip about the family. He moved on and helped Marion to understand why Nora is the way she is. Remember, Fitz has been insecure about his relationship with Olivia since they married. This came out a bit during their sessions at Mirage with Avril. We'll find out how or if Olivia addresses her resentment for her mother in Chapter 56. Not only does Fitz have to listen to Calvin's rants about socio-political issues, he must also wonder every morning if Calvin has made two pots of the spicy Café Touba. The little things start to build up over a while. Let's see what happens with their house guests. Managing all those children is going to be challenging. Cleo, you're perceptive. Feeling Liv's ever-so slight baby bump made Fitz realize he needed to get to the bottom of his anxiety attacks. Thanks for researching names, you know I'm absolutely horrible at naming characters. I don't think you'll ever like Marion. LOL. kelleelekell, glad you're enjoying the story. It is important for Olivia and Fitz to remember the tools Avril taught them. Guest 1, those Grant girls are truly daddy's girls. Keep reading, you'll find out how Fitz will handle his time remaining as council president. This pregnancy was unplanned, and Liv did not ignore Fitz' wishes. As Dr. Brennan told Fitz, it takes two to make a baby. Remember, way back in January, February, and March, they were going at it like jack rabbits, almost every night he came home from City Hall. What did Fitz expect? Guest 2, you give for those you love, Cyrus told Fitz that on the show a long time ago. But, you don't give in an unhealthy way. Marion is maturing in her relationship with Bennie. Both Olivia and Fitz have made sacrifices. I'm impressed you read the story straight through. Whew! Guest 3, Too funny your husband was catatonic after getting the news you two were having twins. That's how I imagined Olivia and Fitz responding. Guest 4, not engaged in the story – what? I get it. The last two updates were really about Fitz getting to the bottom of his panic attacks. Although this is FF, I couldn't resolve the issue in one chapter. It takes time for people to heal and evolve. Also, won't disrespect you all with shock and awe and unrealistic timelines. So, Cena pulled you back in with, "Daddy are you happy now?" Thank you and enjoy your summer as well. Guest 5, with all the children Fitz and Olivia are going to have, they need the big house in Church Falls. You're right, Olivia showed maturity and grace when she accepted her role in creating the problems in their marriage. Bennie loves Marion the way she is and doesn't care if she doesn't cook. Marion will be around unless she does something stupid to run Bennie away. Remember, Bennie doesn't like a lot of drama, and Marion can bring drama at times. More juicy stuff? Sheesh.
I recently realized that I've been writing this story for TWO YEARS. I can't believe it. Thanks to all who have stuck with it from the beginning. And thanks to all the new follows and favorites. Here we go!
Chapter 55. Summer Break
The garage door slides up and Olivia slowly rolls her SUV over the cobblestone pavers until she reaches the end of the long driveway. With the driver side window rolled halfway down, she looks left then right before pulling out onto their street. It is late spring, and the birds are making quite a hullabaloo. She smiles at the sounds of the short, quick bird songs and calls and wonders if her goldfinch is contributing to the raucous this morning. As she drives down the street, she sees Harry, who is out with Rufus for their morning walk. They exchange waves and she makes a mental note to send Harry a basket of something as an apology for her husband's bad behavior a few weeks ago. She will also include a treat for Rufus.
As she turns onto Apple Way, Olivia takes a moment to admire the stately homes in built in various architectural styles. The landscaping is immaculate, as always. She inhales deeply, filling her nostrils with the wonderful scents of fully bloomed flowers and freshly mown grass. Fitz is right, Church Falls is truly a beautiful little town and a good place to raise their children. Today she will take the backroads into the city, instead of the highway. She wants to enjoy the scenery.
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When Olivia pulls into her reserved parking space in the underground parking garage of Bryson Foods headquarters, she laughs out loud when she thinks about how she and Fitz sat in the truck frozen for, well she does not know for how long, after Dr. Perry gave them the surprising news. She still cannot believe they are having twins. As she climbs from the car, she reminds herself to ask her parents if there is a history of twins on either side of the family. Fitz says there are none on the Grant side. The clickety-clacketing sounds of her heels striking against the concrete floor reverberate in the relatively quiet garage as Olivia walks quickly toward the elevator. The clickety-clacketing suddenly stops and Olivia stares blankly at the closed elevator doors. The reality that in seven months they are going to double the number of children in their home is somewhat scary. They are going to need help.
Deanna glances up from the reception station and smiles when she sees her favorite executive walking toward double-glass doors. She stands, balancing herself on the sensible kitten heels, then walks around the impressive station to greet Olivia Grant. She admires Olivia. The woman has an enviable life: a handsome husband, two beautiful children, and a burgeoning new career. She also admires Olivia's ability to walk in the not-so sensible, four-inch heels. She would give her eyeteeth to have Olivia's perfect life.
"Olivia, it's so good to see you. I didn't realize you were coming into the office today", outstretching her arms to give Olivia a hug.
"It's good to see you as well, Deanna", wrinkling her nose as she accepts the hug. "I need to pick up a few things from my office. I'll be working here for a few hours - until around four."
"I'm always glad to see you, Olivia - but remember - if you ever need anything from the office — just let me know and I'll have it sent to your home by messenger. There's no need for you to drive into the city."
"That's so kind of you, Deanna. I'll keep that in mind."
"Can I order you lunch or get you anything?"
"No - thank you. I'll just be having tea", slyly breathing through her mouth.
"Well - you'll find everything you need in your office."
Needing to escape the overpowering smell of Deanna's perfume, Olivia nods with a polite smile then dashes down the hall to her office. Halfway down the hall, she remembers she should ask Deanna about Kelly. She inhales a lungful of fresh air then walks back to the reception area.
"Deanna - there is one more thing."
"Yes — what is it, Olivia?"
"Would you happen to know if Kelly is in today?"
"Kelly from housekeeping?"
"Yes", Olivia replies, trying not to breathe through her nose.
"I'm afraid Kelly is going to be out for a few days. Her arm — the one she injured a while ago — apparently the old injury has flared up again."
"I see. Thank you, Deanna", Olivia says, hurrying to her office.
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Olivia really wants to pull the covers over her head and sleep forever, but she lifts the jar of skin caviar from the night table and half-heartedly begins her nightly routine. She has been feeling queasy all day, especially when she got multiple whiffs of Deanna's perfume. She laughs lightly because she bought Deanna the expensive perfume a few months ago to thank her for being so helpful during her transition to Bryson Foods. When her husband plops down onto the bed, Olivia clutches the jar and closes her eyes.
"Don't do that, babe — I'm feeling a little nauseous tonight", unscrewing the top from the jar.
"Don't do what?" He asks innocently.
"Nothing", sighing as she dips her fingers into the cool cream.
"Did you talk to Kelly? What did she say?" He asks with a hint of urgency in his voice.
"She wasn't at work today, babe", rubbing the cream on her arm.
"Well — is she going to be in tomorrow?" He persists.
"I don't know. She's ill, Fitz", now massaging the cream on her right arm.
"You need to follow up on this, Liv."
"Babe, I can't make Kelly come to work", she says with a tinge of frustration in her voice.
"Maybe you should go to her home —"
"Stop it — please. Just stop."
"What?" Surprised by her response.
"I get that you're now okay with Cee and Asha being friends — but you can't rush this thing."
"I just want to do what's right, Liv. Children shouldn't have to suffer because their asshole parents can't get it together."
"I get that, babe — but I can't go to Kelly's home and beat down her door just because you've changed your mind. She'll be back to work soon."
He nods. "When are we going to tell Cena that she's going to have two more siblings?" Smiling proudly.
"After I tell mom and dad", lazily rubbing the cream on her leg.
"It's going to be exciting having a house full of children. When do you want to tell the rest of the family?"
"I haven't decided yet, babe. Ben already knows", she says tiredly as she twists the lid onto the jar.
"What?" Eyes wide with surprise.
"I told him, Fitz. I was so upset — it just sort of came out."
"What do you mean it just sort of came out? We agreed to wait." Olivia sets the jar onto the night table and turns to face her upset husband.
"Babe - I went to visit Ben – I needed to talk. I asked him to teach me how to administer Narcan."
"You. Did. What?"
"I was scared, Fitz. I didn't know what to do. You weren't letting me in. I thought maybe …."
"You thought—what - that I was taking opioids again? Dammit, Olivia — I told you I wasn't",abruptly standing from the bed and stomping around the room. He is livid.
"I didn't know what to believe. You weren't talking to me."
"So - you go to my brother and ask him for Narcan? For god's sake, Olivia", balling his hand into a tight fist, trying to control his anger.
"I wanted to help you — just in case ..."
"This has to stop, Olivia", halting his pacing and glaring at her.
"What do you mean?"
"Sharing with Bennie everything that goes on in our marriage. It has to stop."
"That's not fair — I don't tell Ben everything."
"He's not just your friend, Olivia — he's my brother. I need you to keep what happens in our marriage between us."
"I needed to talk to someone. I couldn't talk to my parents. I couldn't tell Abby. We'd already talked to Ben about it. I just thought …." Her bottom lip trembling. He pinches the bridge of his nose then sits down on the bed next to her. Not wanting to upset her, he softens his tone.
"I get that — and I'm sorry for scaring you. But - we have to resolve our problems together — not involve my brother. There have to be boundaries. Okay?"
She nods. "I couldn't bear if something happened and I couldn't help you", her voice quivering.
"I know — I know", holding her close.
"I'm sorry."
"Are you okay? Do you want some tea or seltzer?"
"I'll be fine."
"Are you sure?" She nods. "It's late - let's try to get some sleep", pressing his lips to her forehead.
With his wife curled close to his side, Fitz lie awake in the dark, staring at the shadows the moon is casting on the ceiling. He is seething with anger. He needs to have a talk with his brother.
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"Good morning, Mrs. Handley", Fitz greets his receptionist somewhat glumly as he walks past her desk.
"Good morning, council president", she replies, thinking the man looks a bit haggard this morning.
"Oh — by the way - I'll be going out to lunch after my meeting."
"Of course, sir."
With foot resting on the edge of the desk, Fitz reclines in the oversized leather chair, concentrating on the latest document he requested from Darrin. He is still preparing for the budget hearings that start next week. He has been meeting nonstop with key council members and other city officials to garner their support. In 20 minutes he will be meeting with the Chairwoman of the Education Committee and the Superintendent of Schools. He needs their support.
Running his fingers through his hair, he expels a heavy sigh as he reflects on the guidance he received from his former advisor. Darius continually reminded him that as council president he must make sure that a vote in council is never close. Darius coached him to do whatever backroom dealing is required to control the outcome of the vote. Public defeat is not an option. A defeat will show vulture council members that he is weak and cannot control his own council.
Mrs. Handley knocks lightly on the slightly ajar door before stepping inside the office, just past the threshold. She never walks deep into the office unless otherwise invited. She smiles inwardly because she is learning how to read the council president's body language. Sleeves rolled up to the elbows and tousled hair indicate he is in deep thought.
"Sir, your 10:30 appointment has arrived."
"Give me a few minutes then send them in", standing from the comfortable chair and buttoning the shirt sleeves. He slides on the suit jacket then straightens his tie. A few minutes later, Mrs. Handley knocks on the door again.
"Come in — come in", displaying his politician's smile as he walks from behind the massive desk, unconsciously combing his fingers through his hair. "Thank you, Mrs. Handley", she nods and closes the door behind her.
"Henri, thank you for coming", extending a handshake to the chairwoman.
"It's good to see you again, council president."
"Chauncey - it's been a while", shaking the Superintendent of Schools hand.
"Council President", Chauncey says, giving Fitz a firm handshake and a warm smile. He is happy to no longer be under Mayor Wilson's control.
"It's Fitz — to both of you", flashing Henri a smile, which she returns.
"Have a seat - please. May I offer either of you some refreshments?" Walking over to the credenza that holds the beverages and light snacks. "Coffee, tea, juice. I highly recommend the coffee", he says with a genuine smile.
"Nothing for me", Henri replies as she settles into one of the chairs in front of the Second Empire desk.
"Nothing for me, either", Chauncey chimes in, sitting on the chair next to Henri.
"Well, if you don't mind — I'll have a coffee", lifting a fresh cup from the tray and filling it with the wonderful black brew. "I've been told to limit myself to two cups a day", bringing the porcelain cup to his lips before taking his seat.
"We all have our addictions", Henri says innocently, causing the corner of Fitz' mouth to twitch.
"Thank you both for taking time out of your busy schedules to meet with me this morning", Fitz says, setting the cup and saucer onto the desk.
"Anytime, Mr. — Fitz", Chauncey corrects himself and smiles broadly.
"I won't beat around the bush — you both know why I invited you here", his eyes darting back and forth between the two guests. "The budget hearings start next week."
"A new mayor and new council president — this is unprecedented", Henri says.
"Indeed", Chauncey agrees. Fitz nods as he brings the cup to his lips again.
"I've discussed with each of you my position on the schools. Our schools are in trouble — the traditional schools and some charters. Despite the increase in spending — performance continues to decline — in both systems."
"Fitz - our schools need better resources to help improve test scores. We can't expect our children to learn if they don't have access to good teachers and the latest technology", Henri says somewhat defensively.
"Perhaps if we stop diverting money from the traditional schools to give to failing charters —"
"One — we have many successful charters in this city, Chauncey. Two — parents have the right to choose where they want to send their children to be educated", Henri says tersely.
"There's no need to get your feathers ruffled, Henri. I'm simply saying what Fitz is obviously thinking", the superintendent says as he looks at Fitz. Henri looks at him as well. Fitz clears his throat and leans forward, resting his elbows on the desk. He feels like he is caught between two squabbling children who are competing for his approval.
"Henri — you're right — if our children are going to compete in this new economy we must modernize our schools — implement more new learning technologies. We must also hire more qualified teachers. And yes — parents should have a choice as to where they send their children to school."
Henri smiles triumphantly at Chauncey.
"However — none of that negates the fact that test scores continue to drop. The data show that some of our charters are underperforming at a higher rate than the regular schools. This has been the trend for years. And within the charter system — there is such disparity in performance that it difficult to determine if the current system is a worthwhile investment. We need to get to the bottom of this, Henri.
Chauncey nods in agreement.
"Fitz — I appreciate your desire to understand the causes of the performance problems that plague our charters — but must we punish the families? Many families are excited about the prospect of sending their children to one of the new charters scheduled to open in the fall. They have been on the waiting list for years."
"I understand, Henri — but we will do the families — the children — more harm if we turn a blind eye and continue to fund a failing system."
Henri reluctantly nods in agreement. "I cannot support a moratorium beyond a year, Fitz. My constituents deserve an answer — sooner rather than later."
"Understood. The moratorium will be lifted well in advance of the following school year."
Chauncey gloats at Henri capitulating to the council president.
"We must all be responsible for how we spend taxpayers' dollars — especially when it comes to educating the children", looking squarely at the superintendent. "Chauncey - you're going to have to make some changes at the School Board — significant changes. You've made several questionable spending decisions and your administrative staff is bloated. Some are beginning to wonder if you're the right person for the job."
Flabbergasted by the unexpected reprimand, Chauncey Hixson shifts uncomfortably in his seat. A slight smiles forms on Henri's lips.
"Council president – I don't think –"
"Clean up your house, Chauncey — or I will", Fitz demands. The superintendent pulls a handkerchief from his suit jacket pocket and dabs his forehead. Marla Briggs appointed him as superintendent, and he knows he serves at the pleasure of the new council president. He sits back in his chair thinking the council president can be as vicious as the former mayor.
"Now — as part of my legislative agenda — I have encouraged the mayor to increase the school district's budget by 20 million dollars – 20 percent of which will go to charters."
Henri and Chauncey both smile.
"But – the funds will not be made available until after the study is completed."
Impressed by the rookie council president's political skills, Henri and Chauncey nod with understanding.
"Can I count on your support?"
"Of course,", Henri says.
"Certainly", Chauncey agrees.
"Thank you both for your support. I won't forget this", standing and walking around the desk to shake Henri and Chauncey's hands.
"I'll see you at the budget hearings, Fitz."
"Have a good day, sir", Chauncey says as he follows Henri from the office.
Fitz puts a check mark next to Henri and Chauncey's names listed on the yellow legal pad. One more to go he thinks. He looks down at his watch and slides his phone from the desk, he needs to leave now if he is going to be on time for his lunch with Bennie.
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When Fitz arrives at the restaurant, the manager recognizes him immediately and signals for the hostess to escort the council president to his table. Holding two menus close to her chest, the hostess guides Fitz across the dining room to one of the restaurant's best tables.
"Sir - may I get you something while you wait for your guest?"
"I'll just have the water for now", lifting the sweating glass from the table.
"I'll send the waitress over when your guest arrives", flashing Fitz a smile before walking away.
Fitz leans back in the chair, crosses his legs, and scrolls through the many unread messages while he waits for Bennie.
"Good to see you, brother", Bennie says, somewhat out of breath. "I'm sorry for being late – my last surgery went longer than expected."
"No worries", Fitz says, standing to hug his younger brother. "You look like you ran over here", razzing his brother about his running habit. Bennie smiles as he takes his seat.
"Have you ordered yet?"
"No — I was waiting for you."
"I like that we are getting the chance to see each other more often. I really enjoyed going to the wrestling match. I told Marion we should go with you and Liv one night."
"That sounds good. I'm sure Liv will enjoy that."
"Marion thinks it's phony and barbaric - kind of like Liv in the beginning", bringing the cool glass of water to his lips.
Fitz nods with a slight smile.
"Marion took Nora to dinner that night. She wants to get to know her better."
"I'm sure Nora was happy to get away from mom and dad for a few hours."
"What can I get you two gentlemen to drink?" The waitress, who seemingly came out of nowhere, asks with pen poised in hand. Fitz looks at Bennie.
"Diet cola, please."
"I'll have the same", Fitz says, flashing the waitress his politician's smile.
"Marion says Nora is angry. She says Nora hasn't gotten over how she was treated as a child."
Fitz nods with understanding. "Nora has to get past that, Bennie", running his fingers up and down the glass.
"She got a bad deal from our parents, Fitz — especially from dad. You know that."
"Of course — I know — and I'm not being insensitive. But — Nora can't let the past dictate the rest of her life."
"Two diet colas", the waitress says, setting a tall glass in front of each man. She slides two black straws from her apron pocket and sets them onto the table.
"Are you gentlemen ready to place your orders?" Looking back and forth at both men.
"I'll have the Super Salad — extra kale and quinoa, please", Bennie says, closing the menu and handing it to the waitress.
"I'll have the bacon-cheeseburger — medium-well", Fitz says, handing the waitress his menu as well.
"Nice choices — I'll be back shortly with your entrees."
"Always eating healthy", Fitz says, lifting the glass of cola to his lips.
"You might want to try it sometime. How about you start running with me? Exercise is not a bad thing, brother."
"Never. I haven't been running since I hired Geoffrey." Always amused by his brother's resistance to running, Bennie smiles and shakes his head.
"So - how are you doing these days?" Thinking all must be well since Olivia called last week to say she did not need the Narcan. He was relieved that she changed her mind.
"I'm well. I'm fine now", Fitz says, slowly nodding his head.
"I'm glad to hear that, brother", taking a sip of the diet cola.
"Bennie — I never got the chance to thank you and Marion for your help." Bennie waves his hand dismissively.
"I know we're family – but I also know it had to be uncomfortable to listen to that kind of information be shared", Bennie says sincerely. Fitz presses his lips together and slowly nods his head.
"Your entrees, gentlemen", the waitress says, balancing the tray on one arm.
"Thank you", Bennie says as the waitress sets the huge salad in front of him.
"Your bacon-cheeseburger, Council President Grant", the waitress says with a smile.
"Thank you", Fitz says, returning the smile.
"Is there anything else I can get for either of you?"
"We're fine", the brothers say in unison, and the waitress laughs.
"Enjoy your lunch, gentlemen."
"You're like a rock star, brother. Are you recognized everywhere you go?" Bennie asks, digging into his salad.
"Sometimes. There's something to be said for anonymity — though", biting into the greasy burger. "It can be a bit annoying when Liv and I are out with the girls and people approach me wanting to say hello or discuss policy", Fitz says between chews.
"I'm sure Liv understands – she's always been community focused." Fitz tightens his jaw and sets the burger onto the plate. Sometimes the familiarity is annoying.
"Liv told me about the Narcan — that you were going to get it for her — teach her how to use it. You should've told me, Bennie."
The two brothers stare into each other's eyes, each knowing the light-hearted conversation has taken a turn.
"She was scared, Fitz."
"I get that — I do. And I appreciate you wanting to help Liv — but I wish you had come to me — talked to me about it. Do you think I want my wife worried that I might overdose?" He says in a hushed tone.
"She needed my help — especially now", Bennie says, lowering his voice as well. "She told me about the pregnancy — I just wanted to put her mind at ease."
"I could've eased her mind if you'd told me what she was planning."
"She wouldn't have come to me if you were talking to her", Bennie says with a slight edge to his voice. Fitz takes a breath, he does not want to argue with his brother.
"All I'm saying, Bennie — Liv can't continue to run to you whenever she — we — have a problem. She has to allow us time to work through things without involving you." Bennie sets his fork on the side of the plate.
"For the record, Liv doesn't discuss your personal affairs with me. You know this was a special circumstance."
"As your brother, Bennie — I'm asking you not to entertain Olivia every time there's a problem. We've discussed the matter and she understands it's not wise to seek your counsel about our marriage. It's important to me that you understand this, Bennie."
"Are you saying I shouldn't talk to Liv?"
"You know that's not what I'm saying. We're family. You're my brother. You're Liv's friend. And you're my daughter's godfather. But —there have to be boundaries."
Bennie nods and looks down at his watch. He wipes his mouth with the black linen napkin then stands from the table.
"I understand. I gotta get back to the hospital", reaching into his pocket for his wallet.
"I've got this, Bennie. Go — if you must."
After Bennie leaves the table, Fitz tosses his napkin on top of his burger and slumps back against the chair. He has also lost his appetite.
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He is grateful for the end of another long day. He is mentally and physically drained and cannot wait until the hearings are over. His meeting with Henri and Chauncey went fairly well; expectations were set for both of them and, they in turn promised him their support. His abbreviated lunch with Bennie went as well as could be expected, but needed to tell his brother how he feels. Fitz sets the phone onto the charger, crawls into bed, and lays his head on his wife's lap.
"You're tired", grazing her fingernails over his scalp.
"I'm tired. How's my babies' momma doing tonight?" Pressing his lips to her stomach.
"Your wife is doing fine."
"Are you sure?" Looking up at her with concern.
"I'm fine, babe —really."
"You have to tell me if you start to feel different, Liv — I mean it. I don't want you holding back from me this time. Dr. Perry said —"
"I won't - I promise. But, babe — please don't treat me like I'm fragile. I don't want —"
"I'm going to treat you like you're my wife who is carrying my two children. I won't pretend not to be concerned, Liv."
"I know. I just don't want you to treat me like I'm broken."
"And I don't want you hiding anything from me", he says emphatically.
"I won't— I promise. How's the vote— do you have enough council support?" Wanting to change the subject. Fitz sighs, rolls from her lap and onto his back.
"It might be tight", he says, staring at the ceiling.
"Well — at least you can count on Darius' vote", setting her eyeglasses onto the night table. Fitz remains silent and Olivia looks over at him.
"Babe — is something wrong? You can count on Darius' vote — right?"
"It's complicated, Liv", not interested in discussing the matter.
"What do you mean it's complicated? Darius is your friend— your advisor. How can that be complicated?"
"I won't be renewing Darius' chairmanship, Liv", he says tiredly.
"What?"
"It had to be done."
"What do you mean it had to be done? Why am I just hearing about this?" He gives her a look that says we don't talk about my work. "What happened, Fitz?" Ignoring the expression on his face.
"Let's just say Darius has conflicting interests — and that's all I'm saying about it tonight. Goodnight, baby momma", pecking her on the lips and turning off his lamp.
Olivia crinkles her brow, wondering what in the world could have happened between him and Darius. She also thinks about how this is going to affect her relationship with Yvonne.
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Darius knew it was a matter of time before the council president would come knocking on his door. After all, he taught the man everything he knows about politics. The budget hearing is next week, and the choirboy needs his vote to ensure the budget passes without council taking a chainsaw to it. But, there is a price for everything. If the council president wants his vote, then he will have to pay for it — big time!
"Go right in Council President Grant. Councilman Moton is waiting for you", Darius' assistant says with a smile.
"Thank you", Fitz says, returning the smile.
When Fitz enters the office, there is no greeting, no handshake, no joking around before getting down to business. This not a kayfabe, the friendship is dead. Darius pretends to read the document in his hand and does not look up when he hears Fitz enter the office. The council president is on his territory, so he will have to wait. Fitz, however, is not in the mood for Darius' games, and he certainly is not going to wait until Darius decides to acknowledge him.
"I need to know if I can count on your vote", Fitz says flatly. Darius looks up with faux startlement, as if he was unaware that Fitz has entered the room.
"Excuse me?" Looking across the room at the council president.
"The budget hearings start in less than a week — I need to know if I have your vote."
"Well — well — well", Darius says with a sardonic smile. "Saint Fitzgerald Grant needs something from this lowly sinner", tossing the document onto the desk.
"Cut the crap, Darius — you're not a victim."
"And you're not my goddamn judge", he snaps. "How much is worth to you?"
"What?"
"You heard me — how much is a disgraced councilman's vote worth to you, Fitz? You want your agenda funded. You want to study charters - how much is my vote worth to get all of that?"
"You don't give a damn about the children of this city."
"I'm negotiating", sneering at Fitz. "This is my last shot at the big seat and I'm going to fuckin' grab that brass ring. Barksdale is out of here soon and I want that seat. I should've been mayor all these years. It's owed to me", he yells, sending spittle flying across the room.
Fitz stares at Darius with furrowed brow, thinking the man has become unhinged. Darius leans back in the leather chair and wipes the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand.
"You agree to endorse me for mayor in the next election and I'll vote to fund your little agenda", he says in a more calm voice. "I know the vote count - you need me", smirking at a red-faced Fitz.
"Is there anything else?" Fitz asks with disdain, and Darius' eyes darken.
"As a matter-of-fact there is, council president. I want to retain my chairmanship — until I run for mayor. Yvonne doesn't know …." His bravado cracking slightly.
"That's not going to happen. I'm not an alchemist — I can't turn you into some kind of hero. I won't endorse you for mayor."
"Then consider your legislative agenda dead", Darius yells as Fitz stomps from the office. "You need me, Fitz."
XXX
Fitz stares out the window of his office, pondering what happened a few days ago with Darius. He shakes his head as he thinks about how their friendship has soured. He thinks about Bennie. He glances at his watch, his meeting with the mayor is in 15 minutes. He lifts the cup of coffee from the desk and brings it to his lips. This is his third cup of the day.
Fitz exits the elevator on the fifth floor of City Hall and walks up the marble hall toward the mayor's suite of offices. Mayor Barksdale agreed to fully fund his legislative agenda if Fitz could commit to getting the council and community to support his budget. The hearings are quickly approaching, and Barksdale wants the status of the vote count. Fitz needs one more council member's vote to ensure the budget passes intact. He is not confident he can sway one of Wilson's old toadies to join his side, and Darius is a lost cause.
"Do you have the votes?" The man, who tends to fade into wallpaper, asks in a measured tone.
"I'm working on it", Fitz replies guardedly.
"Just because I won't be around to see the spending of this budget doesn't mean I don't want to leave office without a win. I don't want to be an asterisk in the annals of the city's history."
"We have community support and I'm confident of my support from most of the council members. With the increased funding for education — I can count on Henri."
Fitz refrains from telling the mayor that Darius is being difficult, he wants to explore other options before raising concerns. The mayor, however, notices the omission. He has heard the rumors that the council president and his advisor have had a bitter falling out.
"Most? Well most isn't going to cut it council president. I need to know that you have all the votes — or if I have to make changes to the budget before presenting it to council. The community and council have to be behind this. I don't want anyone to think I am ramming this thing down their throats — or up their asses."
Fitz hears the veiled threat, nods with understanding, then stands to leave. Barksdale slides open the middle desk drawer and pulls out manila envelope.
"Fitz - Wilson didn't get a chance to clean out his desk before stepping down as mayor. This might be your insurance policy — do with it whatever you like", tossing the envelope onto the desk.
XXX
Fitz leans back in his chair, staring at the envelope laying on his desk. For the past few hours he has been debating whether he should open it. He knows if it came out of Wilson's desk drawer then it cannot be good. He looks at his watch and sighs, it is late, and he needs to get home for dinner. He locks the envelope in the middle desk drawer, grabs his suit jacket, and walks from the office.
XXX
After a trying day at the office, the yelling and barking of his greeting party make him smile, reminding him of what is important. He cannot wait until the council goes on hiatus for the summer.
"Guess what, daddy?" Cena yells, forgetting about her inside voice.
"Uhm", pressing his index finger to his chin and pretending to think about her question. "I can't guess — so you'll have to tell me", picking up his overly excited daughter.
"You have a birthday and I'm going to make you something special."
"You are? What are making me?"
"It's a surprise, daddy. I can't tell you."
"You can't tell me - hunh?" Tickling his daughter until she squeals with laughter.
"No, daddy. No tickles", Cena laughs hysterically while trying to escape her father's fingers.
Carrying Cena up the hall, he bends down to scoop up Jolie, who is just making her way around the corner from the family room. When he walks into the family room, he sees Olivia stretched out on the sofa. She looks a little green around the gills tonight.
"Daddy, mommy is tired again", Cena reports.
"Liv — are you all right", sitting down on the sofa with his daughter's still clinging to him. She lifts her head from the pillow and glares at him, her eyes saying that's a stupid question. He reads the message in her eyes and kisses her on the cheek.
"Okay, girls — let mommy rest while we go cook dinner."
"Yay", Cena yells. Jolie claps her hands and Bowtie barks as they all follow Fitz into the kitchen.
XXX
For the past few days Fitz has been contemplating what to do with the envelope. Debating with himself whether he should throw it away, unopened; or, if he should open it to see why Barksdale calls it an insurance policy. This morning he opened the envelope, which only served to increase his inner turmoil. He returns the contents to the envelope and tosses it onto the desk, thinking politics is a dirty business.
Standing to stretch his legs, he stuffs his hands into his pockets and rolls his neck from side to side. He has been sitting too long. Bennie is right, he needs to exercise. For the next hour or so, Fitz stares out the window, watching the clouds slowly shroud the sun. He has to make a decision.
Pulling on his jacket, he breezes by Mrs. Handley's desk, without uttering a word, and continues down the marble hall. She wonders where he is off to in such a hurry. He walks past the assistant's desk and storms into the office, the rules of professional courtesy are long gone. He glances at the framed photographs of Darius and Yvonne smiling happily with their children, then tosses the envelope onto the desk. To be in this business you have to be willing to do horrible things.
"What the hell is that?" Darius growls, glaring at the envelope then back at Fitz.
"Open it."
Annoyed by Fitz' presence, Darius sucks his teeth then snatches the envelope from the desk. He slides the photographs from the envelope and his countenance darkens when he sees pictures of him and Victoria go in and out of her apartment at all hours of the day. He angrily flips through the stack of pictures, abruptly standing when he sees the ones of him with his face between Victoria's thighs.
"You motherfucker."
"Council needs to approve the mayor's budget", Fitz says without batting an eye.
"You fuckin' bastard. Are you blackmailing me?" Darius' chest rising and falling with anger.
"There won't be any negotiating", Fitz says flatly.
"You self-righteous prick. You're no better than Wilson", Darius yells, flinging the lewd pictures onto the desk.
"I expect your support in chambers tomorrow, councilman", turning and walking toward the door.
"I understand why Charlie tried to kill your fuckin' ass", Darius shouts the venomous taunt. Fitz turns and walks back to the desk, leaning in, nose to nose.
"Fuck you, too", he barks, sending spittle flying over Darius' face. "By the way — you can keep those — I have copies", pointing to the damaging pictures spread across the desk.
XXX
Olivia groans and pulls the covers over her head, a feeble attempt to block out the sounds of drawers being snatched opened and slammed shut. When she hears the familiar dammit, her husband's word of choice when he is frustrated, she realizes Fitzgerald Grant is the source of the early morning disturbance. Unable to block out the noise nor ignore her screaming bladder, Olivia crawls from under the warm bedcovers and staggers toward the bathroom. She is still tired. She is always tired these days. As she washes her hands, she wonders what her husband is trying to find so early in the morning.
"What are you doing in here?" She asks through the yawns as she glances around the spacious walk-in closet.
"Go back to sleep, Liv. You need your rest", rifling through his valet drawer for the third time.
"How can I go back to sleep when you're slamming drawers? What are you looking for anyway?" Frowning at the clothes spilling out of various drawers.
"My lucky cuff links", now pushing around the contents of one of her drawers.
"Why are you looking in my drawer?"
"Because I've looked everywhere else", he says with frustration.
Olivia rolls her eyes and stomps over to the hutch, thinking cuff links is why she is awake so early. She snatches open the glass French doors, grabs the small leather box from the middle shelf, and shoves it at him.
"I told you the last time you wore them I was putting them on this shelf since you can never seem to find them in your valet", she says with annoyance.
He takes the box from her hand and opens it, checking if his lucky cuff links are really inside. She rolls her eyes again, wondering what he thought she was giving him.
"You have to put them on, Liv", pushing the leather box toward her.
"Fitz, please. I'm going back to bed."
"Do you want to jinx me today? You know the routine."
"Fine – just so I can go back to sleep. When are you going to get over this superstition? It's ridiculous."
"It's not. I always win when I wear them. You know that", holding out his left arm so she can attach the accessory to the cuff. Today is the last day of the hearings. The vote is today."
"Do you think Darius will vote in your favor?"
"Yes", lifting his right arm.
"How can you be so sure?" Fastening the second cuff link to his right sleeve.
"Because I'm wearing my lucky cuff links", holding up both arms like a superhero and smiling broadly.
"I'm not cleaning up this mess, Fitz", looking around the closet with arms folded across her chest.
"I'll do it when I get home tonight. I won't be too late"
"We're going to need help, Fitz. Two more babies — Cena and Jo. It's a lot."
"We don't have to worry about that now - we have plenty of time", sliding on his suit jacket.
"Why do you keep saying that? We don't have plenty of time. The babies will be here before we now it. There's a lot to do. I have to implement Bryson's program. I have to get the nursery ready. Abby knows someone — she says we have to move fast if —"
"We don't have to discuss it now, Liv - go back to bed. I'll call you after the vote." He pecks her on the lips and pats her butt when she turns to walk into the bedroom.
XXX
The city is in an official heatwave. Triple-digit temperatures have plagued the city all week, and everyone is on edge. With the budget hearings underway, there could not have been a worse time for a heatwave to take residence in the city. For the past two days, hundreds of people have packed into council chambers to listen to the members debate the mayor's proposed budget. They also want an opportunity to express their support for or opposition to the budget. The city charter allows citizens to speak for five minutes, before the council president calls for the vote. Over the last two days, every special interest group, concerned parent, or general rebel rouser, has exercised their right. They have used the hearings as an opportunity to publicly share their political views or showcase their oratory skills. And today will be no different.
People are getting restless as they listen to council members debate the boring parts of the budget. And to make matters worse, the air conditioning system stopped working over an hour ago, rendering council chambers a virtual hot box. An overheated citizen yells out that the air conditioning is not working because city officials are not interested in maintaining City Hall's infrastructure because they are lining their pockets with taxpayer dollars. Other equally overheated citizens begin to grumble and agree with the man. Others start yelling out their general discontent for the government.
Wanting to stave off a riot, Fitz calls an hour-long recess. He orders the maintenance crew time to collect every damn fan in the building and set them up in chambers. He also ordered the staff to distribute cold bottles of water to everyone. Almost two hours later, the fans are blowing warm air, providing a modicum of relief to the council members, citizens, and reporters who are lucky enough to be sitting on the first level. Unfortunately, the fans do nothing for the poor souls who are seated in the sweltering balcony.
Fourteen hours later, after everyone who wanted to speak has spoken, Fitz calls for the vote, and the budget is passed, without incident, for the next fiscal year. The chambers is abuzz with excitement and people begin to quickly scamper to escape the oppressive heat. Fitz and the mayor slap each other on the back, congratulating themselves for a job well done. Henri and other supporters of the council president circle him, wanting to get close to the power. Slumped in his chair, a defeated Darius glares at the smiling council president with contempt, thinking he helped to get that bastard elected.
It is almost midnight when Fitz finally gets home. He kisses his sleeping daughters goodnight, then walks into their bedroom where Olivia is sound asleep. He flicks on the lights in the walk-in closet, it looks like a hurricane has swept through the room. He turns off the lights and walks back into the bedroom. He will clean the closet tomorrow. Right now, he needs a hot shower.
XXX
It has been six long months since Fitz walked into City Hall and was sworn in as the council president. Last night he scored a major legislative victory and he is on cloud nine. As he packs up his office, he feels like a schoolboy who is anxious to start his summer break. He is ready to put the politics of City Hall behind him and spend a relaxing summer with Olivia and the girls. He glances around the Second Empire-style office, making sure he has packed everything he wants to take home. The credenza is void of family photographs and his desk is free of clutter. He smiles when he thinks about the day Olivia showed up unexpectedly to clean the office and surprised him with a sandwich from Moe's. She would be proud of how clean he has kept the desk.
"Come in", he calls out when hears Mrs. Handley's unmistakable knock in the door. He slides the expensive Mont Blanc ink pen Olivia gave him inside his jacket pocket.
"I know you're preparing to leave for your summer break, sir – but I wanted to stop in and congratulate you on your accomplishment in council yesterday. Or – should I say last night", Mrs. Handley says with a slight laugh as she stands in the doorway holding a wicker basket.
"Thank you, Mrs. Handley. Come in — please."
"I also wanted to give you this since council will be on break for a few months", setting the basket on the desk. Fitz eyes the basket curiously then lifts the lid, and his mouth immediately forms a smile.
"You are a godsend, Mrs. Handley", taking one of the six bags of coffee from the basket and examining it closely. "It would've been a long summer without this."
"Enjoy it, sir — and enjoy your summer", glancing around the office now clear of all personal items. He has packed the photographs of his beloved family, his daughter's artwork, and the crystal paper weight from his desk into the cardboard box.
"Thank you again – and you enjoy your summer as well."
Mrs. Handley smiles with her kind eyes and turns to leave, wondering if the council president is planning to return to City Hall in September.
"Oh - Mrs. Handley - before you go - there is something I want to tell you." The middle-aged woman turns with a warm smile. "My wife and I are pregnant - we're expecting twins", he says with a goofy grin.
"That's wonderful, sir. Four children - you and Mrs. Grant are truly blessed."
XXX
Fitz exits the elevator and walks across the lobby carry the cardboard box in one hand and his brief case in the other. He stops at the security guard station to say good-bye to Dennis.
"Have a good summer, Dennis", Fitz says, shifting the box in his arms.
"Thank you, council president— you as well. Congratulations on getting the budget passed. I hear it was a long night."
"It was — indeed. Thank you, Dennis."
"Do you need help with that box, sir?"
"No — thank you. I'm fine. Good-bye, Dennis."
Dennis watches the council president disappear behind the door that leads to the parking garage. He leans back in his ergonomically designed chair and folds his hands on top of his round belly. He nods his head, thinking there goes one of the good guys.
XXX
City council has been on summer break for over a week, and Fitz is finally starting to unwind and enjoy being home with his family. The political backbiting and jockeying for political power takes its toll after a while. He is glad to be out of the swamp. He smiles as he stirs the pot of homemade spaghetti sauce when he hears small, bare feet running across the hardwood floor and little voices giggling and chattering non-stop in the family room.
"GoGo, my mommy bought me a pretty dress."
"She did!" Olivia says in the exaggerated tone adults reserve for children.
"And new shoes, too. She said I wear them to the ballet", Asha says excitedly. Asha does not know that her mother spent her last few dollars to buy her a new dress and shoes. Kelly will be late paying the rent this month.
"Well - Baaba will have to take lots of pictures so you can show your mommy how pretty you look at the ballet", Olivia says, smiling at the little girls.
"Okay", Asha says before running into the kitchen.
"Baaba, GoGo say you have to take lots of pictures of my new dress and shoes. You have to show them to my mommy", looking up at Fitz with her big, brown eyes.
"She did?" He says in the same exaggerated tone. Asha nods her head up and down, causing her braids to swing from side to side.
"Well – GoGo is the boss lady — so I guess I'd better take lots of pictures", smiling at the excited little girl. "Guess what I'm making for dinner?"
Asha wrinkles her nose as she thinks hard about the question. She looks up at Fitz for help when she cannot come up with an answer.
"Spaghetti — your favorite", he announces with fanfare.
"Yay", Asha yells as she runs back into the family room. "Cena — guess what? Baaba is going to take lots of pictures when we go to the ballet. And he's making spaghetti — too."
Fitz smiles as he ladles chicken soup into a bowl for Olivia. The look on Asha's face is priceless.