A/N: I own nothing related to the television show Scandal. I guess I should continue to say this periodically although the show is off the air. I want to be legal. Reader575, Vomit mouth kiss is definitely true love! Dendardendan, most parents do their best in raising children. I guess Gwendolyn is evidence that you can't run from your past. It always catches up with/to you. Monica, you picked up on that bit of information about Gwendolyn buying hygiene products for her female students, while Olivia had to figure out how to handle her cycle alone. Summer, like each season, must end — but not for a while. And yes, Olivia bought Fitz that Porsche Panamera he and Calvin test drove months ago. Olivia is earning big bucks working for Bryson. Marie7809402, glad you're enjoying the story. You're all caught up, but a few responses to you questions: Charlie knew where the Grants were going to be because Fitz shared too much on social media. Remember, only one car can enter the tunnel at a time. Charlie let others go before him until he saw Fitz' BMW — then he struck. Drunk people can plot evil. Hope you collected the bread crumbs along the way! Guest 1, Olivia bought Fitz the Porsche he and Calvin test drove. Remember, his custom BMW was totaled/destroyed when Charlie tried to kill them. The cat is still creeping around Marion's apartment. Notice that Marion spends most of her time at Bennie's apartment, so we don't get to see the cat. Good memory. You'll be reading more about Maura, Nora, and Big Gerry in upcoming chapters. Unfortunately, we will never find out what happened to Amir. He's in the wind. I love that you remember all of those small details. Guest 2, hold tight, we'll be hearing more from Miss Jo in upcoming chapters.
Here it is; sorry for any typos. It's late. Tell me what you think!
Chapter 57. A Tradition of Helping
With the phone pressed to his ear, Fitz stands from his chair and walks around the desk to close the door to the study. Jolie's ear-piercing screams are interfering with the unexpected call from his old Navy buddy and client, Ty Granger. Down the hall in the family room, Cena cups her hands over her ears and Bowtie whimpers and covers eyes with his paws. Jolie has been screaming nonstop since they finished dinner. In fact, she has been in distress for the past few days. And, like every other night, all of her mother's attempts to soothe the irritable baby are falling short. Jolie is not interested in sucking on the frozen teething ring and presses her lips tight whenever her mother tries to coax her to chew the teething biscuit.
Sitting in the comfortable chair across the room, Calvin looks up from the newspaper and peers over his eyeglasses, watching his daughter's unsuccessful attempts to calm his angry-faced granddaughter. He shakes his head, silently wondering how Olivia and Fitzgerald are going to manage four children in the coming months.
"Give her to me, Livvia", Gwendolyn says, outstretching her arms to take the screaming baby.
"She's miserable, mom. Three teeth are trying to cut through. Her gums are so swollen and hard - poor baby", placing Jolie in her mother's arms. Jolie immediately reaches for the brass charms hanging from her Nana's bracelet, and Gwendolyn shakes her wrist, causing the charms to jingle a bit more. Jolie displays a toothy grin.
"Get me her bottle, Livvia."
A few minutes later, Jolie is sucking loudly on the latex nipple while her chubby fingers play with the brass charms. Alas, silence. Cena resumes playing with Bowtie and Calvin continues reading the article on the fall of the city's chief executive.
"She's hardly eating anything these days, mom", watching her daughter guzzle the bottle of soy milk.
"She'll be fine, Livvia. Those teeth will cut through in a few more days."
Jolie stops sucking and expels a loud burp, causing everyone in the room to burst into laughter. After a while, her head droops to the side and the bottle falls from her hands. Cena scampers across the floor and picks up the bottle.
"It's empty, mommy", Cena says, handing the bottle to her mother.
"Thank you, baby. I'm going to lay Jo down while she's still sleeping", Olivia says, carefully lifting Jolie from her Nana's arms.
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As he walks through the still family room and into the kitchen, Fitz wonders what happened to his crying baby. He smiles when he sees his wife digging in the freezer; he knows what she is looking for. He wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her close, and she smiles at the feel of his lips gliding over her neck.
"How's my baby doing?" Nuzzling his face in her neck.
"I'm fine", she says, sliding a popsicle from the box.
"I was talking about Jo", he says, expelling a deep-throated laugh and Olivia playfully elbows him in the stomach.
"Babe – I'll be so glad when Jo finishes cutting those teeth. She's never been this cranky", turning around holding a cherry popsicle in her hand.
"She'll get through it", taking a bite from the popsicle. He frowns at the taste of the sugary treat.
"You were on the phone a while", wondering who he was talking to for so long.
"I know it's been over a week – but I still feel like a kid on Christmas morning. I just want to play with my new toy all the time."
"Then you should — play with Sally that is", smiling as he caresses her growing bottom.
"Do you need more popsicles? I can go to the store and get more."
"Babe — you've gone to the store twice this week to buy popsicles. I have more than enough."
"How about seltzer? Do you need more seltzer?" He asks eagerly.
"You've already bought three cases, Fitz", shaking her head at the eagerness in his voice. "Why don't you just go take Sally for a ride."
"Come with me."
"I can't. I just put Jo down to sleep - I'm sorry", pecking him on the lips when she sees the disappointment on his face. "Why don't you drive Sally tomorrow - when we go for our prenatal visit? We can go to lunch afterwards. I'll ask mom and dad to watch the girls."
He smiles. "So - what do you think we're going to have: two girls — two boys — a boy and a girl?"
"I don't know. I don't have a feeling this time like I had with Cee and Jo. You know we won't find out their gender until next month, babe. I know what you're hoping for", taking another bite from the frozen treat.
"I'll be happy — "
"Yeah - yeah — yeah. Don't give me that I'll-be-happy-with-whatever-we-have. You and I both know you want one — if not both — to be a boy."
"I'm serious, Liv."
"Yeah — yeah — yeah", she says, bringing the cherry-flavored popsicle to her mouth again
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Olivia extricates herself from her husband's embrace, turns onto her side, and hugs the king-sized down pillow. Fitz' fingers fumble for his watch on the night table and, through bleary-eyes, squints at the numbers in the moonlight room. It is 1:45 in the morning. He sighs, tosses the watch back onto the table, then rolls out of bed. The red-faced baby wails grow louder when she sees her father standing in the doorway. She releases her grip on the rails and stretches out her arms. Jolie wants out of the crib.
"Hey, Angel — you're having a tough time with the new teeth?" He lifts Jolie from the crib and kisses her wet cheek. Jolie screams louder and reaches for his thumb.
"Aww, your gums are hurting. Let's go downstairs and get something cool for them. Okay?", pressing his lips to her forehead.
Bouncing Jolie in one arm, Fitz pulls open the freezer door with the other hand and takes one of Olivia's popsicles from the box.
"How about we use one of mommy's popsicles to calm your gums? Would you like that?" Unwrapping the treat as he walks over to the island. He places the blueberry popsicle to Jolie's lips and she grabs his hand and sucks on the frozen delight.
"Who's making a racket this time of morning?" Calvin asks, rubbing his eyes as he enters the kitchen.
"Someone's having a tough time with the new teeth", Fitz says, looking down at the blueberry drool running down Jolie's chin.
"Ahh — I see", patting his grand-daughter on the head on the way to the refrigerator. "That thing is loaded with sugar, Fitzgerald. You'll never get her back to sleep if she eats that popsicle. I don't know how Livvia tolerates them. Let her suck on this ice cube while I warm a bottle. She didn't eat much of anything at dinner."
Fitz rubs the ice cube across Jolie's blue lips and she sucks on it for a moment then frowns, wondering what happened to the sugary treat. She looks at her father and pokes out her bottom lip.
"Give her to me, Fitzgerald - this should do the trick", Calvin says after testing the warmed milk on the back of his hand.
"I guess you were right", Fitz says, watching his jowly daughter suck on the nipple. He walks over to the refrigerator and slides the container of his favorite ice cream from the freezer. After dropping two hefty scoops into the bowl he sits at the granite island top next to his father-in-law.
"It looks like someone else is a little hungry", Calvin says with a chuckle as he glances over at Fitz who has begun to dig into the mound of ice cream.
"Can I get you some ice cream, Calvin?"
"No thank you. I want to get back to sleep before the sun rises."
Fitz nods as he slides another spoonful of ice cream into his mouth.
"I'm glad to see our judicial system still works", Calvin says, "That crooked mayor was sentenced to 10 years. That's a long time for a 58-year-old man to be in federal prison", he says, smiling down at his granddaughter whose eyelids have begun to flutter.
"That's a long time for anyone. Wilson got what he deserves, Calvin. He gets no sympathy from me."
"None from me either", sniggering when Jolie passes gas. "I think you're going to have some clean-up work to do when you get upstairs."
"I'm used to it", Fitz says.
"I'm glad you are – especially with two more on the way."
Fitz stops the spoonful of ice cream short of his mouth and looks over at his father-in-law. It seems like his wife has already told everyone about the pregnancy.
"My wife told me – congratulations - by the way", Calvin says with the biggest smile. "Twins – you and Livvia are going to have your hands full around here in the coming months", smiling at Jolie who is snoring softly.
"I love children, Calvin. The more the better."
"They're a gift from god. You're a blessed man, Fitzgerald – a good man."
"Thank you, Calvin. That means a lot coming from you. I know we've not always seen eye to eye — but I want you to know how grateful I am for you and Gwendolyn putting your lives on hold all these months to take care of my family. You'll never know how much that means to me."
"You're family— we're family. Family take care of each other— even when they don't agree. You take wonderful care of my Livvia and my beautiful grandchildren, Fitzgerald. A father can't ask for more than that. I must admit – though – I was skeptical whether this marriage would last this long."
With brow furrowed, Fitz looks at his father-in-law with surprise. He finds it odd that his father-in-law is just mentioning he had reservations about him and Olivia getting married
"I felt your differences were too great – and I'm not just talking about the obvious ones. But it's been almost 10 years - and the two of you have overcome many challenges. It's apparent to anyone with eyes that you love each other deeply. You were meant to be together."
"Neither of us entered into this marriage lightly, Calvin. I love Olivia more than anything. More importantly – I'm committed to my wife and children."
Calvin nods his head as he rocks his granddaughter, and the two men sit in silence listening to Jolie snore.
"Fitzgerald, my wife and I came back to Church Falls because of that horrible crash. But - that was eight months ago. Now – I think it's time for us to return to Senegal."
Once again, Fitz looks over at his father-in-law with surprise in his eyes.
"You have everything under control, Fitzgerald. You and Livvia no longer need us. Gwennie and I will be back when the babies are born."
"We would like that, Calvin."
Calvin stands and places Jolie in her father's arms. "Your daughter, Mr. Grant. You better get this little one back to bed before she wakes up screaming again. Goodnight, Fitzgerald. Or – should I say - good morning."
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Gwendolyn sets the mug of hot ginger tea on the granite island top in front of her daughter and Olivia immediately brings the steaming liquid to her lips. She is not feeling as queasy this morning as she usually does, but she always enjoys her mother's tea. It always has the right balance of ginger and honey.
"Mom— I've been thinking …."
"What's on your mind, Livvia?" Gwendolyn asks, looking over her shoulder at her daughter as she pulls the loaf of multigrain bread from the refrigerator.
"I've been thinking about what you said - about the people in the village. Fitz and I have more than enough of everything around here. Cena and Jo have so much – too many things actually. I would like to donate some of them to the children in your village."
"That sounds wonderful, Livvia", dropping two slices of multigrain bread into the toaster. "Although your father and I went to Senegal to build a school for Triumph and educate the children - it quickly became apparent that the need was far greater and more basic. Food is scarce – and most don't even have electricity – if you can imagine. You cannot educate children if their bellies are empty. It breaks my heart that the people have so little."
"I can also pack up the clothes Jo and Cena have outgrown. What about toys?"
"The children will love toys. What child wouldn't?"
"I'll clean them all and make sure whatever we send is in working condition. When Fitz and I return from our appointment with Dr. Perry - we can go around the house collecting whatever you think might be helpful."
"That'll be wonderful, baby", setting the the plate with two pieces of toast in front of her daughter.
"Thank you, mom", looking up from her tablet. "What else do they need, mom? How else can I help?"
"Well – food is the number one need — of course. While I can't ship perishables – I usually ship staples like powdered milk, mayonnaise, butter, coffee. They also need housewares of all kinds -dishes, drinking glasses, silverware. Anything really."
Olivia nods, starting a list on her tablet.
"We should go to that big box store down on Ferguson and buy the non-perishables and anything else you can think of."
"You have no idea how many lives your donations will change, Livvia."
"How do you distribute the goods when you get there?" Olivia asks, taking a bite of the toast.
"I don't", Gwendolyn says in a matter-of-fact tone and Olivia looks at her mother with crinkled brow. "Livvia – I live with these people every day – I don't want them to feel obligated to me just because I gave them a few items. Everybody deserves their dignity – no matter how little they have."
Olivia nods as she brings the mug to her lips.
"I also don't want them to expect the gifts. Your father and I pay for these things with our own money — there may be times when we cannot provide them."
"I see", nodding her head and thinking her mother is a wise woman.
"When the boxes arrive in Dakar – Ashish's cousin – who has a truck - will pick up the goods from the shipyard. He will drive to the village and deliver the items to our house. Your father, Ashish, and I will spend days unpacking and organizing everything for distribution."
"If you don't want the people to know the gifts are from you – how are the items distributed? Who gives them out?"
"The village mayor distributes them. He will call a meeting and the names of the people we provided him will show up at an open-air space – outside of his office. When he calls a name - the person steps up and select whatever they need from the tables."
"So - everyone doesn't receive a gift?"
"The need is great, Livvia. Over 100 people live in the village - we can't help everyone. We do the best we can."
Olivia nods her head.
"Keep in mind, Livvia - your father and I are one of many who help the poor on the continent. Many wealthy people like Bill Gates and other entrepreneurs also provide support. Your father and I are just doing our small part. Your donations will allow us to do even more this year", kissing her daughter on the cheek.
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Exhausted from pulling an all-nighter with his irritable daughter, Fitz finally makes his way downstairs to the kitchen for a much-needed cup of coffee. He hopes Olivia remembered to brew the delicious coffee Mrs. Handley gave him.
"Good morning", he says tiredly before pecking his wife on the lips. Olivia frowns at the taste of the mint-flavored toothpaste. "Good morning, Gwendolyn", pecking his mother-in-law on the cheek.
"You seem a bit tired this morning, Fitzgerald", Gwendolyn says, eyeing her son-in-law as he makes his way over to the coffee maker.
"Jo had another rough night. I guess she's still sleeping", glancing over at the empty high chair. "Calvin and I were up with her pretty late last night."
"Ah", Gwendolyn remarks, now understanding why her husband has not made his way to the kitchen for his cup of Café Toube'.
Fitz fills the mug with the steaming black liquid and brings it to his lips. He immediately closes his eyes, savoring the wonderful flavor. Thank you, Mrs. Handley. He takes another sip as he sits next to his wife, kissing her on the cheek. His appreciation for her making his new favorite coffee. Olivia turns her head slightly, the smell of the toothpaste mingling with the coffee make her want to gag.
"Did I hear you two talking about making donations to the people of your village, Gwendolyn?" Smiling at his wife.
"I told mom we have so many things around here that we're not using - we can pack them and have them shipped to Senegal."
Fitz nods and pinches a piece of his wife's toast and pops it into his mouth. Olivia walks over to the stove to prepare her sleepy husband's breakfast. They have to leave in a few hours for their appointment with Dr. Perry.
"The people have so little, Fitzgerald. I wish I could bring them all to the States and take care of them."
"Well that certainly isn't the answer, Gwendolyn", he responds, tearing off another piece of Olivia's toast.
"Excuse me, Fitzgerald?"
Olivia closes her eyes and sighs as she cracks the eggs into the porcelain bowl. She has heard that tone in her mother's voice more than once. She knows another debate is about to begin.
"Gwendolyn – there's a great deal of poverty around the world — our country can't take in everyone who has a sad story. It will strain the resources needed for our own citizens."
"Sad story? Is that how you view the people on the continent, Fitzgerald – as sad stories? Accepting immigrants is what this country has always done. This is a country of immigrants – for the most part", her voice beginning to rise.
"These are different times, Gwendolyn", Fitz continues, not realizing he is walking close to a land mine.
"Are these different times or are they just different people?" Glaring at her son-in-law as she places a hand on her hip. Fitz looks up when he hears the brass charms to jingle.
"Do you want bacon with your eggs, babe?" Olivia asks, her attempt to quell the impending battle. Her husband's conservative views often clash with her parents' more liberal position on social issues, and she is not in the mood for a family feud this morning. She wants to enjoy a peaceful family breakfast, not play referee.
"Good morning. Good morning. That coffee certainly smells delicious", Calvin says cheerfully as he enters the kitchen. He pecks his wife on the cheek then quickly walks over to the coffee maker. Oblivious to the tension in the room, he fills the cup with the wonderful java and takes a sip. "This coffee is absolutely exquisite. It's not Café' Toube'— but it tastes wonderful nonetheless. Is this a new blend?"
The room remains silent, and Calvin finally realizes something is not right in the usually chatter-filled kitchen. He wonders where Cena is this morning as he glances at his wife who is shooting Fitzgerald the death glare he has experienced more than once in their marriage.
"Is something wrong?" His eyes darting around the room at all the tight faces.
"Would you like breakfast, dad?" Olivia asks as she sets her husband's plate in front of him on the granite island top. She does not want her father to get riled up by her husband's comments as well.
"What's going on, Gwennie? What's wrong?"
"Fitzgerald seems to think we should close our borders to certain immigrants."
"That's not what I said at all, Gwendolyn", Fitz responds in a measured tone.
"That's not fair, mom. That's not quite what he said."
"Well maybe I didn't quote him verbatim — but I'm conveying the essence of what he meant."
"A quote is verbatim, dear", Calvin says, playfully, trying to ease the tension. The English teacher glares at her husband, she is not in the mood for his wisecracks this morning.
"Gwendolyn - you cannot put words in my mouth. What I said — "
"Gwennie— I'm not sure what's going on — but Fitzgerald has a right to his opinion." Stunned by Calvin's seemingly defense of Fitz, Olivia and her mother look over at Calvin with wide eyes.
"But - Calvin - " Gwendolyn begins to protest.
"Dear — you don't have to agree with everything Fitzgerald says — and I'm sure he doesn't expect you to. But - you must respect his right to voice his opinions."
Fitz looks over at his wife whose mouth is hanging open as she stares at who she believes is an imposter sitting in her father's chair.
"I just think — "
"Gwennie — we all know what you think — and we all respect your right to think it. We must allow Fitzgerald the same courtesy."
Relieved he does not have to do battle with both his in-laws this morning, Fitz shovels a forkful of eggs into his mouth and takes a healthy bite of the bacon. He feels like he and Calvin bonded in the kitchen during the early morning hours with Jolie.
"Livvia — I think I will have some of what Fitzgerald is eating", eyeing the eggs, bacon, and toast on Fitzgerald's plate.
"Coming right up, dad. Mom, do want—?"
"I don't want anything, Livvia", Gwendolyn says tersely as she sits in the chair next to her husband.
"Benjamin Franklin said fish and visitors smell after three days", Calvin says as he sets the coffee cup onto the saucer and leans back in his chair. Olivia and her mother look at him, unsure of what the imposter is talking about, and Fitz continues to enjoy his breakfast.
"Livvia — your mother and I came here to help you through a terrible time. And now that time has passed."
"Praise God", Gwendolyn says.
"Now it's time for your mother and I to return to Senegal - we've been her long enough."
Gwendolyn's head snaps around and she looks at her husband with surprise. Since Fitzgerald placed a moratorium on the opening of new charter schools, her husband has insisted on remaining in Church Falls so he could support the opening of Triumph Tabernacle's charter school.
"Dad ..."
"Livvia — you and Fitzgerald need your privacy and space. You have two new babies coming in a few months and you don't need your old fuddy-duddy parents around getting in the way or interfering."
"We love having you and mom here. Right, babe?" She says with an arched brow.
"Yes — of course", Fitz responds on cue.
"And we've enjoyed being here — but it's time for us to return to our work. And it's time for us to give you back your home."
"That's not necessary, dad", still looking at her husband to back her up.
"Calvin — Gwendolyn— you're more than welcome to stay here - as long as you like."
"That's very kind of you to say, Fitzgerald — but it's time for us to move on – shuffle off to Buffalo – as it were."
Gwendolyn rolls her eyes at her husband's jovial disposition.
"We'll be back when our grandbabies are born. Until then — we'll Skype or FaceTime and talk on the phone." Olivia brushes the tears from her face with the back of her hand.
"Everything is going to be fine, Livvia. I have no doubt that Fitzgerald will take excellent care of you and our grandchildren. He's a good man and deserves to have his home back."
"Thank you, Calvin." Olivia glares at her husband.
"Thank you, Fitzgerald. You've been more than patient with us two old liberals", Calvin chuckles. Gwendolyn walks over and pecks Fitz on the cheek.
"I do apologize, Fitzgerald. My husband is right — we don't have to agree with each other — nor should we be disagreeable. I am truly sorry."
"No apology is necessary, Gwendolyn", standing to hug his mother-in-law.
"When are you leaving? When will you be returning to Senegal?" Olivia asks shakily.
"Two weeks", Calvin replies, and Olivia struggles to prevent the tears from flowing.
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"Wow, this place has really changed. It's so bright and airy", Marcella says as she slowly walks around the waiting room admiring the contemporary décor.
"We had a flood last year — everything is brand new. The contractor did a fantastic job." Mona smiles proudly as she glances around the room.
"This is really nice, Mona - so much nicer than the community center. Don't get me wrong – I loved working there – love the children. It's just – well - the work environment wasn't very inspiring."
"Let me show you around, Marcella", Mona says as she guides her new employee down the hall.
They stop at Olivia's old office first. "You remember – this was Olivia's office. This is where I now sit."
"This is very nice, Mona. It looks nothing like before", reflecting on the time she met with Olivia Grant in the small office to apologize for her bad behavior at the community meeting. "Mrs. Grant must really have a lot of confidence in you."
"Olivia and I have been together from the beginning. Let's go down the hall and take a look at your office."
Marcella's eyes are wide, almost bulging from head, when she walks into the space that has been designated as her office. Although it is small, the space is larger than the closet she called an office at the community center. So much light streams through the window. There were no windows at the community center, just concrete walls. Her desk is made of wood, not the typical metal desk issued by the city government. And, there is enough room to display books, pictures, and other decorations.
"Olivia sent you these", Mona says, pointing to the tall bouquet of flowers on the desk.
"They're so beautiful", carefully fingering the delicate yellow rose petals as tears well in her eyes. No one has ever given her flowers. "This is so kind of Mrs. Grant."
"Olivia is sorry she couldn't be here today — but she wanted me to tell you welcome aboard. She said she'll come by soon to give you a proper welcome. "And this is from me - welcome aboard, Marcella." Marcella is grinning from ear to ear. She did not expect any of this on her first day.
"Mona — this is so kind of you", accepting the box. "You didn't have to …."
"Open it", Mona says, smiling proudly at the excited young woman. Marcella sets the box onto the desk and her fingers nervously fumble with the bow.
"I'm so nervous. I feel like a kid at Christmas. Oh, Mona", she says with awe. "It's absolutely beautiful."
"Let me show you the rest of the office", leading Marcella from her office. "This is the kitchenette. This is where we keep our beverages: coffee, tea, juice. There is a small refrigerator if you want to bring in something special to eat. Over there is the microwave", Mona says, pointing to the appliance placed on the corner of one of the counters. "Now – let me show you the most important room in the building – the bathroom."
The two women burst out laughing as Marcella peeks into the stylish bathroom. No more sharing a bathroom with men and children at the community center.
"Down here is our conference room", Mona says, turning and walking a few feet down the hall. Marcella turns off the light in the bathroom. "This is where we have our staff meetings – that would be you and me. We also meet with outside guests here – donors, government officials, residents …."
Marcella can hardly contain herself as she looks around the brightly lit room with the large conference table.
"You could never tell – but this is where the flood started."
"Mona - why did Mrs. Grant want to hire me? The way I treated her in the beginning", looking down at the floor.
"That's all water under the bridge, Marcella. You're smart and talented - Olivia sees that in you. I think she sees a lot of herself in you."
Marcella frowns, thinking she has nothing in common with Olivia Grant. They clearly come for two different worlds.
"Like you - Olivia is a social activist of sorts. You two just go about your business differently.
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It has been a day of mixed emotions for Olivia. First, she finds out that her parents are planning to return to Senegal in two short weeks, and that makes her sad. But when Dr. Perry told them the babies are developing as expected, that made her happy. She inhales deeply, trying to reconcile her feelings.
"Cee wants to know when she can go swimming. I guess I need to start cleaning the pool next week – get it ready for the summer", Fitz says, unfastening his watch as he walks into the bedroom. Olivia crinkles her nose as she massages the lightly scented skin caviar onto her arm.
"We need a fence before you can open the pool. Jo is getting into everything these days - I don't want her falling into the pool. You know drowning is the number one cause of death for children under five", Olivia says flatly. Fitz frowns, wondering what prompted such a dark, but true comment.
"Done. The contractor will be out next week to install the fence around the pool – the wrought iron one you wanted."
She screws the lid onto the jar and tosses the cream into the drawer, then slams it shut. Fitz stares at his wife as she reaches for her tablet and leans against the headboard.
"Liv – is everything all right?"
"The girls are going to be sad — hurt - when mom and dad leave. They've become so close."
"They'll be fine, Liv. Children are resilient", he says as he steps out of his pants.
"Children aren't always resilient, Fitz. They need help during difficult times. They need help adjusting to change."
"Difficult times? You make it sound like someone has died. Your parents are returning to Senegal — an eight-hour plan ride. We can visit any time you want before school reopens – or you're too far along", pulling the tee shirt over his head and tossing it onto the bed. Olivia rolls her eyes.
"Would you be singing that song if it were your parents who were moving away again?" She says with an edge to her voice.
Realizing they are no longer talking about Cena and Jolie, he sits next to her on the bed and takes the tablet from her hand. He knew this moment was coming when Calvin told him last night of his plans to return to Senegal.
"Liv — sweetheart — it's going to be fine. You're going to be fine. Your parents will be back soon. It's going to be fine", he repeats, staring into her tear-filled eyes.
"I guess on some level I knew this day was coming. I've just gotten used to having them around", she says through the tears.
"I know — I know", pulling her onto his lap and wrapping his arms around her. He presses his lips to her temple.
"I guess it's just the hormones", she says, crying into his shoulder.
"The next six months are going to go by so fast —your parents will be back before you know it. In the meantime — you have your work at Bryson's. We have a nursery to decorate." She looks up at him and smiles. "And I'll take care of everything else."
"What do you mean you'll take care of everything else?" She asks through the sniffles.
"I've been watching you, Liv. This pregnancy is taking a toll on you. You don't – won't - have the energy to work, take care of the girls and this house. So - I'll be handling things around here from now on."
"What do you mean?" Sitting up straight and looking at him.
"I'll take care of the girls and manage the house. Cook — clean — that sort of thing", he says nonchalantly.
"Taking care of two children and managing a house is a lot of work, Fitz. Cena will be home all summer and Jo is all over the place now that she's walking. We need help — you're going to need help if you're serious about doing this."
"Have you forgotten, Mrs. Grant – I am a Navy captain?"
"Were — you were a captain in the Navy. It's been a while, babe."
"I led hundreds of men and women — taking care of two little girls and this house will be a piece of cake."
"It's a lot of work, babe. Maybe you should put Cena in summer camp this year." He ignores the suggestion.
"By the way — Ty will be visiting in a few months. He's finally coming to Church Falls."
"That's nice. Is the trip business or pleasure?"
"A little of both I suppose. He was a bit cryptic."
"Well he knows you're married with children", she says in a warning tone." Ty has a reputation."
"I know I'm married with children. That's all that matters", setting her back onto the bed and pecking her on the lips. "I'm going to take a shower."
"Don't forget, Mr. Homemaker – I'm meeting Marion for lunch tomorrow", she calls out before the bathroom door closes.
XXX
Marion sets her iced tea onto the table and scrolls through her messages, smiling when she sees another message from Ben. They are planning a vacation together and, for the past week, he has been sending her pictures of destinations he thinks she might like.
"Marion – I am so sorry for being late. Mom and I were out shopping this morning. Time just got away from me", Olivia says as she hurries to the table.
"Shopping? I hope you bought something fun", Marion says, standing to hug her friend.
"Nothing like that – sorry to say", Olivia says, setting her purse on the seat then sliding into the booth. "My parents are returning to Senegal in two weeks – so mom and I went to buy some supplies for the people in the village where they live."
"That's so thoughtful, Olivia."
"Well – it's all my parents idea. Apparently - they've been using their personal funds for years to supply the people in the village with some of their basic needs. Fitz and I are just making a contribution this year."
"Good afternoon, ma'am. Can I get you something to drink?" The waitress looks at Olivia with pen poised over the pad of paper.
"I'll have an iced tea as well", Olivia says, glancing at Marion's sweating glass of tea. She wonders why Marion is not having her usual glass of Chardonnay. As the waitress jots down Olivia's drink order, Marion eyes her friend closely. Olivia does not look her normal, fresh self today. In fact, she looks downright tired.
"Coming right up", the waitress says, stuffing the ink pen into her apron pocket as she walks away.
"Are you all right, Olivia? Excuse me for saying – but you look a little tired."
"There's just so much going on, Marion."
"I see", not convinced Olivia is being fully honest.
Olivia knows Marion is not buying her excuse, so she shifts the discussion to the main purpose of the lunch.
"Marion — as you know - I'm developing the philanthropy program for Bryson Foods." Marion nods as she slowly stirs her iced tea with the straw.
"How is that going?"
"Now that I can focus more attention on the program — things are beginning to pick up steam. We're now in phase two of the program - where I need to identify charities that Bryson's foundation will fund. I have a deadline in two months to present my recommendations to Fred."
"Good luck with that. With many of the large corporations having left the city — it's no secret that charitable donations have all but vanished."
"You're iced tea, ma'am", the waitress says as she sets the tall glass in front of Olivia. "Are you ladies ready to order?"
Olivia nods at Marion to place her order.
"I'll have the Chicken Caesar Salad", Marion says, closing the menu and handing it to the waitress.
"I'll have a cup of the chicken soup", Olivia says, handing the waitress her menu as well. Marion looks at Olivia, wondering why she is not ordering her usual salmon salad.
"Well — Fred Bryson wants to help with that. Fred is a business leader, a philanthropist, and a change agent — who wants to help transform this city — for everyone."
Marion nods.
"He's not thinking small, Marion. Fred wants to take some big steps to help turnaround this city. And — he's putting his money where his mouth is — lots of money."
Impressed by Olivia's enthusiasm, Marion nods her head and smiles.
"Don't get me wrong — Fred is a businessman — first and foremost. He realizes the philanthropy program is not just the right thing to do — but it's also an investment in his business. He knows that having a competitive education system in a revitalized city will attract more people to the city. And – more people in the city means more shoppers in his stores."
"Well — there's certainly a lot of development going on down by the waterfront where I live. But — honestly, Olivia — I'm not seeing a lot happening in the surrounding neighborhoods."
"And Fred wants to change that, Marion. He has stores in those underserved communities - and he knows an uneducated populace does not provide a pipeline for new employees or consumers."
"You're really passionate about this program."
"I am. With Fred's generosity I can do so much more to help the people of this city — much more than I could ever imagine doing with my own foundation. His contributions will have a positive effect on this city for generations to come."
"So - what's happening with your foundation?" Marion asks, bringing the straw to her lips.
"Mona — my assistant— former assistant - now runs the foundation."
"Wow — that's a big step. The foundation is your first baby — of sorts. I'm sure it was hard letting go."
"I have every confidence in Mona - we've been together from the beginning. Mona knows the operations as well as I – if not better. Over the past few years my focus has been on attracting new donors and Mona has been running the day to day."
Marion nods.
"Mona has hired an assistant — so she'll be fine. They'll continue to focus on educating the community about all matters related to the need for clean water and the effects of tainted water on their health— especially that of the children. That's why I'm here, Marion. It's been months since we've talked about you leading the project to track and monitor the children affected by the tainted water in the Springfield Heights much has happened since then", she says softly.
"I understand, Olivia."
"As you said – there could be long-term effects for the children who have been exposed to lead-tainted water. They need to be monitored and treated – if necessary."
"That's true, Olivia. Children who have drank water tainted with lead have a greater likelihood of physical and cognitive delays."
Olivia nods.
"One of the charities that will receive funding from Bryson's generosity will be my foundation – of course. I know it's been a while – so I wanted to check if you are still interested in leading the project to track and monitor the children of Springfield Heights."
"Of course - I would love to volunteer my time to support the program. It's such a worthy cause. Let me know when you want to get started. Now that Wilson is out of City Hall I can breathe again. The man was such an ogre."
"Fitz says Wilson will have to serve 80% of his sentence. Eight years is a long time, Marion."
"Eight years isn't long enough if you ask me. Enough about that soon-to-be inmate", Marion says with a wave of her hand, and Olivia smiles as the waitress sets their orders on the table.
"Thank you", Marion and Olivia say in unison. The waitress smiles and checks if the ladies want anything else. She chuckles when the two women say no at the same time.
"Enjoy your lunch, ladies", the waitress says before walking away.
"Marion, I want to apologize to you", Olivia says as she places the white linen napkin on her lap.
"Apologize? For what?" Marion says with surprise in her voice.
"I was so caught up in my own needs — I didn't consider how you might be feeling."
"I don't understand, Olivia", Marion says, folding her napkin on her lap as well.
"I was at my wits end when I learned that Fitz was – had been - taking opioids", she says with a lowered voice. "I was so afraid he had become addicted. I didn't want to lose my husband, Marion. I needed to do everything I could to save him. But in doing so - I may have relied on Ben too much. Fitz and I discussed it – and I realize that I was not fair to Ben - and I certainly wasn't considerate of your feelings. For that I am sorry."
"I understand, Olivia. You and Ben have been friends forever. But if we're being honest — I must admit that I was a little jealous of your relationship with Ben. More than a little jealous – really."
Slowly setting her soup spoon onto the saucer, Olivia frowns because she was not expecting this admission.
"Ben is a good man and he is a good friend - you two are good friends. Always have been – always will be. I get that now - and I'm okay with it."
Olivia slides her hand across the table and gently squeezes Marion's hand. "You and Ben are good for each other, Marion."
"I love him, Olivia", Marion says sheepishly, and Olivia smiles.
XXX
Down on her knees looking under the coffee table and sofa, Olivia is becoming increasingly frustrated because she cannot find her eyeglasses. Over the past two weeks, two pairs of her reading glasses have disappeared. Lately, it seems like whenever she puts something down, it mysteriously disappears. She swears they have gremlins in the house. Maybe they need an exorcist for gremlins, she thinks to herself.
"Babe - have you seen my blue reading glasses? I thought I left them on the coffee table", lifting the sofa cushions.
"No — I haven't", not bothering to look up as he focuses on whatever he is reading on his tablet.
"Things are beginning to disappear around here, Fitz. I put something down, go away, and when I come back it's gone."
"Are you sure you put them on the table?" He asks, still not looking away from the tablet screen.
"Of course - I'm sure", running her hand along the sofa deck and frame. "Cee, have you seen mommy's blue reading eyeglasses?" She asks her daughter who is skipping into the room with Bowtie in tow.
"No, mommy", Cena says, immediately climbing onto her father's lap. Fitz smiles and kisses his daughter's head of curls.
Olivia looks over at Jolie who is sitting on the floor playing with the colorful stackable rings. She does not bother to ask Jolie if she has seen her eyeglasses. Giving up on looking for the eyeglasses, she plops down onto the sofa, shaking her head from side to side. She hates when she misplaces things.
"Babe – I had a really good lunch with Marion today. She seems so much lighter – more relaxed. I think it's because she no longer works for Wilson — and she's in L-O-V-E."
"Mhm."
"That spells love, mommy", Cena says as she stares at the images on her father's tablet.
"She still wants to lead the project to monitor and track the children in Springfield Heights who were exposed to tainted water. That's certainly a relief - I don't know who else I could have gotten to do it."
"Mhm", he mutters, still looking down at the tablet screen.
"Asha lives in Springfield Heights, mommy." Olivia frowns, she forgot that Kelly's apartment is in Springfield Heights. Since her foundation only focused on low-income homeowners, she did not think about the people who live in apartments. The city determined it was the responsibility of the landlord or owner to fix the plumbing issues in their buildings. She makes a mental note to speak with Kelly about possibly getting Asha tested for lead poisoning. She looks over at her husband who is still focused on his tablet and frowns.
"Have you been listening to me? What are you reading on that tablet?" She asks, somewhat annoyed.
"Daddy's looking at –"
"Nothing", Fitz says, quickly closing the tablet cover. "I'm looking at nothing because I'm listening to mommy", flashing his wife the crooked smile that usually gets him a pass for being a bad boy. Olivia squints at her husband, wondering what he is up to.
"When did Dr. Perry schedule our anatomy scan appointment?" Now giving his wife his full attention.
"Next month", she says somewhat sadly.
"What's an anat —?" Cena tries to ask.
"Princess - go give Bowtie some water. He looks a little parched."
"Okay, daddy", Cena says, sliding off her father's lap. "Come on, Bowtie - let's get something to drink."
"What's the matter?" He asks once Cena is out of earshot.
"I just wish mom and dad could be here when we get the results."
"We'll send pictures."
"It's not the same, babe", she says glumly. "I was planning on having a gender reveal party — but honestly I just don't have the energy."
"I'll do it", eager and ready to assume his duties as a homemaker.
"You can't plan that kind of party, Fitz", glancing up at him and thinking he is taking this house-husband business way too serious.
"Why not? I might not be able to do those decorations like your mother —but I can certainly cook."
"It's a lot of work, babe", still not convinced of his ability to be a homemaker, let alone plan a party.
"I can handle it, Liv — trust me. By the way, we have to tell Cena about the babies – and soon."
"We'll do it after the anatomy scan. We'll be able to let her know if she's going to have sisters — brothers — or both."
XXX
She is fraught, so she inhales another lungful of air to steady her nerves. Her life is becoming increasingly complicated, and she knows she does not have inside of her what it takes to be the mother her daughter deserves. So, she stands in front of the frosted glass doors trying to summon the courage to do what she knows is best. After a few more minutes, she straightens her back, nervously brushes her hands down the front of the blue Bryson Foods-issued smock, then timidly knocks on the door.
"Come in", Olivia calls out, continuing to stare at the computer screen. All morning she has been reading the histories and Mission statements of the community groups she plans to meet with in a few weeks. She needs to understand each group's purpose and their financial position before deciding who will receive funding from Bryson's philanthropy program.
Kelly steps inside the office, barely crossing the threshold. She will never get used to the huge, beautiful executive offices and the matching city skyline. She remains silent, wringing her hands as she waits for Olivia to look up from the monitor.
"Kelly? I'm sorry – come in. I was so focused on — never mind. Have a seat, please."
"Are you sure, Olivia. If you're busy – I can always come back later", she stutters.
"Have a seat, Kelly", Olivia says, removing her eyeglasses and setting them onto the desk. She quickly picks up the eyeglasses and sets them on top of her head, she does not want to lose her last pair.
"I wanted to thank you and Fitz for taking Asha with Cena to Seattle to see Misty Copeland. That's all she's been talking about for the past few weeks."
"The girls had a wonderful time. I think Fitz and my father had as good a time as the girls", smiling and shaking her head at the memory of them returning from Seattle wearing the silly ballet gear. "Your Thank-You card was beautiful."
"It was the least I could do when Asha told me Fitz helped her to select my necklace – bought it actually", Kelly smiles nervously as she fingers the silver ballerina dangling from the chain around her neck. "You and Fitz have been beyond kind to Asha."
"We love having Asha in our home – she is such a sweet girl. She and Cena are BFFs after all." The two women laugh for a moment like two mothers who love their daughters. Kelly's laughter trails off, and she shifts uncomfortably in the plush chair as she twists the ballerina on the silver chain.
"Is something wrong, Kelly?"
"Olivia – while I enjoy working here at Bryson's – it just doesn't pay enough for me to take care of all my expenses. Paying rent – buying food – keeping Asha in dance class ... Everything is so expensive these days", she smiles nervously. Olivia nods, realizing the conversation has just shifted to another place. She reaches for the cup of tea on the glass desk.
"With school out for the summer - I thought I could take on a second job – a few nights a week when I leave here. The extra money will help to keep my head above water."
Olivia continues to slowly nod her head. It saddens her that everything seems to be a struggle for Kelly.
"Olivia — I need a favor", fighting back the tears.
"Of course — anything."
"I was hoping Asha could spend a few nights a week at your home while I work at my second job. Under normal circumstances I wouldn't ask — but as you know - I don't have any family who can watch her - and I can't afford to pay for a babysitter. It'll just be for a couple of months – while school is out", she adds quickly.
Olivia takes shallow breaths, trying to control her emotions as she processes what she just heard.
"I'll understand if you say no – if you can't do it."
"I'll have to talk to Fitz, of course – but I'm sure it won't be a problem. He'll be home all summer."
"I really appreciate this, Olivia. I won't give you cause to regret if you decide to do it — I swear."
"I'll get back to you, Kelly."
"Well — I better get back to work before Deanna starts looking for me. Thank you, Olivia", Kelly says, standing quickly from the plush chair and hurrying from the office.
Olivia falls back against the buttery soft leather chair and brushes the tears from her cheeks. Damn hormones. She stares at the city's skyline wondering how she is going to ask Fitz to watch a third child all summer. After all, she is the one who did not believe he could manage their two children and the house.
XXX
Fitz is the designated Entertainer-in-Chief. He is responsible for keeping the girls occupied while Olivia and her parents pack up goods to be shipped to Senegal. So, for the second day, he has taken the girls to the park to remove them from the frenzy taking place in their home. The family room looks like a virtual warehouse, with large cardboard shipping boxes stacked taller than Olivia. Bubble wrap is spread over the floor and old newspapers are piled high on the coffee table. Thousands of dollars were spent at the big box store to buy all the items on Olivia's list – and more. And, Olivia and her parents have scoured every room in the house looking for more items to donate.
"I have to go back to the store — we're going to need more tape", Calvin says, rolling his neck from side to side trying to remove the kinks.
"And bubble wrap, dear."
"And a few more boxes, too, dad."
"I'll be back in an hour."
"Take your time, Calvin. And for god's sake — drive safely." Calvin pecks his worry wart of a wife on the check then glances around the room one more time.
"Are you sure we don't need anything else? I don't want to have to make another trip to the store."
"I'm sure", Gwendolyn says.
"Dad — can you pick up another box of popsicles? The assorted-flavored box."
Calvin shakes his head. "Livvia, my grandbabies are going to come out looking like a popsicle if you don't stop eating those things."
"Calvin", Gwendolyn says in an admonishing tone.
"Well it's true."
"Make sure the box has the cherry kind inside", Olivia calls after her father as he walks from the room. Mother and daughter look at each other and burst out laughing.
"The people in the village are going to be so happy when they receive these gifts, Livvia. You and Fitzgerald have been so generous", sealing another box with cellophane tape.
"It's the least we can do. You really have a good system for packing, mom", mimicking the way her mother has been wrapping each item. First, she rolls a glass item in a sheet of newspaper. Then, she rolls the item in a large sheet of bubble wrap. For extra security, she wraps the cellophane tape around the item several times to secure it in place.
"We don't want anything to get broken in transit. The people need everything they can get."
Olivia silently nods her head.
"What's the matter, Livvia? Do you need to take a break? We've been at this a while."
Olivia exhales a soft sigh and sits down on the sofa.
"I was just thinking about Kelly, mom. She stopped by to see me while I was at the office yesterday."
"Is she okay?" Gwendolyn asks, looking at her daughter with concern.
"Yes – I don't really know, mom. She asked if Fitz and I could watch Asha a few nights a week - so she can work a second job. She's not making enough money at Bryson's to cover all of her expenses."
"Where is her family, Livvia?"
"She doesn't have a relationship with her family, mom. And Asha's father isn't in the picture. It's such a shame."
"So - what did you say?" Sitting on the sofa next to her daughter.
"I told her I would have to discuss it with Fitz. I'm going to be so busy this summer with Bryson's philanthropy program - I won't be around a lot to watch Asha."
"What did Fitzgerald say?"
"I haven't talked to him about it yet. Fitz can't handle three little girls - it'll be too much for him."
"Sending her daughter away – if only for a few days a week - has to be very difficult for Kelly. But - mothers do what they think is best for their children."
"I know. Kelly works so hard to provide for Asha — it just never seems to be enough. I wish there was something more I could do."
"Do what you can, Livvia – and don't volunteer to do anything more. If Kelly needs more she will ask for it. You have to allow people their dignity."
Olivia nods as she stands to fill another box with bubble-wrapped housewares.
"This is so adorable", Gwendolyn says, holding up the almost-like-new dress. "Cena had to be about three or four when she wore this."
"Four", Olivia says, smiling with fond memories of her only daughter at the time wearing the dress.
"They grow up so fast."
Olivia looks over at her mother when she hears the shakiness in her voice. "Mom — are you all right?" Her turn to be concerned.
"Do you want me to stay, Livvia? Your father and I can stay in Church Falls - not return to Senegal – if you need me."
"What's the matter, mom?" Placing a hand on her mother's shoulder.
"These tiny clothes remind me how much of my granddaughters' lives I've missed. Cena has gotten so big and Jolie is right behind her."
"Mom …."
"I think I finally get how you felt all those years. You're having twins and I'm leaving again."
"Mom — I won't lie to you — I'm going to miss you and dad. The girls are going to miss both of you. They — we've - gotten so used to having you both around. But you and dad have to your own lives to live - you need to do the things that bring you joy."
"My grandchildren bring me joy, too, Livvia", Gwendolyn says, wiping her tears with the tiny dress.
"I know - I know. But it's not a binary, mom. You can live your lives and be grandparents, too. Technology allows for that – and Senegal is only eight hours away."
"Eighteen hours. The plane ride to Dakar is eight hours. It takes another 10 hours to drive to our village." Olivia eyes widen.
"I guess we'll be Skype-ing or FaceTime-ing." Mother and daughter burst out laughing again. "Really, mom – the girls and I are going to be fine."
"Are you sure, Livvia? I don't want you —"
"Mom — I get it — I really do. We come from a tradition of helping others — that's who we are. Grandma Bertha saw to that."
"She certainly did, Livvia. She certainly did."
"Let's take a break — I can use a cup of your ginger tea", taking the tear-stained dress from her mother's hand. "I guess I'll have to wash this again", smiling and kissing her mother on the cheek. They both laugh out loud as they walk into the kitchen.
"Do you think Fitzgerald will agree to hire another housekeeper before the twins arrive?" Gwendolyn asks as she lifts the pitcher of ginger tea from the refrigerator. She has begun to make large batches of the tea since Olivia drinks so much of it.
"Fitz is being stubborn, mom. He thinks he can handle the house and the children."
"What about when he goes back to work? You're going to need help with four children and this big house, Livvia."
"Abby knows someone who can help us."
"How is Abigail doing these days? When is she due?" The microwave beeps, signaling the tea is heated.
"Abby is Abby. She's due to deliver in three months."
"Those Grant brothers sure know how to make babies at the same time", Gwendolyn laughs lightly as she sets the tea in front of her daughter on the granite island top.