A/N: DanDevWe, glad you're enjoying the story. I'm always amazed by the parts of the story that resonate with the readers. Five children, wow, you're truly blessed. You certainly know the challenges of trying to maintain an orderly home. In Chapter 60 we see more differences between Cena and Asha. Hold tight, you're going to find out what is going on with Kelly. Many, many chapters ago I mentioned that Kelly had an issue with someone on the job. The Book is a shorthand for Facebook. Monica, you think Fitz is a sucker. Too funny. Dendardendan, Fitz is living his best life. He loves being home with the girls. Yes, he is also teaching them a lot. Cleo Griffith, Kelly can't afford to pay the Grants to watch her daughter, and they don't need the money. You're right, Fitz loves indulging the girls. You will find out more about Kelly in Chapter 61. kelleekellkell, we all have our natural abilities. Asha has a special aptitude for numbers/arithmetic. Fitz recognizes her gift and wants to nurture it. KaylaP923, wow, you've been doing a lot of reading. I enjoy reading reviews – don't hesitate to write one. I will be curious to read what you think of Nora moving forward. Guest 1, I had two colds in three weeks. No more, please. Mona gave Olivia good counsel, which she will heed. Guest 2, Darius reaction to Olivia proves that he is a small man. Guest 3, is Cena spoiled or is she a six-year-old little girl who was born into wealth, has had a housekeeper, and does not need to learn how to clean? Pick up toys, yes. Perhaps we should ask if Asha has too many household responsibilities for a six-year-old. Also, Cena knows how to count and read; remember, she attends an upscale suburban school, her parents are highly educated, and her Nana is a teacher who tutored her after the accident. My intent was to juxtapose the two little girls' experiences and talents. Fitz is protective of his family and aware of his wife's condition, but that does not mean he will not get upset with Olivia. They will argue and make up. Olivia is due in December, and the next few chapters take place in the month of July. In fictional Church Falls some months are much longer than others. Haha. Look for the timeline signals throughout the chapters. Guest 3, Fitz is a big softy, and he knows it. Hold tight, Ty Granger won't arrive in Church Falls for several more chapters.
This is a big chapter and a lot of territory is covered. Don't blink, you might miss something. Tell me what you think. Here we go!
Chapter 61. The Husband Shirt
Fitz smiles when he hears his wife's stomach growling as she enters the kitchen. She is wearing one of his white, button-down shirts and her hair is piled high on the top of her head. Her face is full from pregnancy and she looks beautiful to him.
"Why are you grinning?" Brushing her lips against his.
"Because my babies' momma looks absolutely beautiful this morning." Olivia rolls her eyes as she reaches in the overhead cabinet for a mug.
"I didn't sleep well — One and Two had me tossing and turning most of the night", yawning as she fills the mug with hot water.
"I know — they were really active last night — doing the two-step", laughing at his own joke. "I told them to calm down so mommy could get some rest."
"I'm starved, babe", she says, climbing onto the stool and dipping the tea-ball into the mug of hot water.
"Breakfast is coming right up", quickly scraping the eggs from the frying pan and onto the plate. He adds two sausage links, sets the plate in front of her, then pecks her on the cheek.
"Did you make home-fries?"
"No — I can whip some up quickly if you want", setting the bread plate with two slices of toast to the left of the plate.
"That's all right, babe", quickly jabbing the fork into the perfectly scrambled eggs: soft — not runny - the way she likes them.
"Our five-month check-up is next week."
"I have it on my calendar", already wolfing down the delicious breakfast. The babies like breakfast food, too.
"Do you want to shop for the nursery after our appointment? We have to start thinking about getting things set up", placing the small glass of orange juice to the right of her plate.
"Jam, babe", she says with a mouthful of sausage, and he sets the jar of boysenberry jam next to the bread plate. She raises the mug of tea to her lips.
"So — do you want to go shopping for the nursery after our appointment?"
"I haven't had time to think about the nursery, Fitz. I've been so busy lately. Besides — I'm not sure how I want to decorate this time. The theme has to work for a girl and a boy", taking another bite of sausage.
"Do you want to hire a decorator? It'll be easier."
"More sausage, please", holding her plate toward him like one of the orphans in a Charles Dickens novel. He smiles, walks over to the stove, and drops two more sausage links onto the plate. "I want us to do it ourselves — just like we did for Cee and Jo."
"You have more on your plate now, Liv", laughing as he sets the plate in front of her.
"You're a funny man", she says, biting into the toast slathered with jam.
"You might not have the time or the energy to do it, Liv."
"This jam you bought at the farm is so good, babe. You should get a few more jars."
"They're in the pantry", beginning to sit down on the stool across from her.
"More orange juice, please", shaking the empty glass at him. Fitz walks over to the refrigerator and refills the glass. "Bring over the bottle, Fitz — I'm going to want more juice."
Fitz shakes his head, for the past few weeks his wife's appetite has been on steroids. He sets the glass and bottle of orange juice onto the island and watches her spread a healthy amount of jam onto the second slice of toast.
"More tea?" He asks before sitting down.
"Yes — please", draining the last drop of tea before handing him the mug. "Aren't you going to eat?"
"I already had coffee. I have to start working out, Liv. I have to get in shape before the babies arrive", setting the mug onto the island. He sits down and watches her lick jam from her fingers.
"I love you just the way you are, babe. You're my Incredible Hunk", she chuckles, feeling more playful now that her belly is full. He nods, deciding to take advantage of her cheery disposition and revisit their discussion from last night.
"Will you speak with Kelly today — about the school for Asha?"
Olivia sighs internally and slowly lowers the glass of orange juice from her mouth. She really does not want to discuss Asha and Kelly right now.
"You need to — "
"Fitz, please — I have meetings scheduled all week. I'll speak with Kelly the next time I'm in the office", a tinge of annoyance lacing her voice.
"When will that be?" He persists.
"When I'm there, Fitz. Sheesh."
"Asha has a natural ability for math, Liv."
"Arithmetic — not math."
"What?"
"Asha is good at numbers — not the theory behind the numbers - that's mathematics", she says flippantly.
"Why are you being difficult? Why are you fighting me on this?"
"Why are you obsessed with Asha all of a sudden? Don't get me wrong — Asha is a lovely little girl — but you're not responsible for her — we're not responsible for her. You need to stand down." She tosses the napkin onto the plate and climbs down from the stool. Her husband has succeeded in killing her appetite.
"Where are you going? You haven't finished your breakfast."
"I've had enough", she says, stomping from the kitchen.
"Remember – it takes a village, Liv."
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"My — my — my", Rev. Walker says as he stands from the chair and walks around the desk. "Look how the Lord has blessed you my child." Olivia smiles because the old squeaking chair reminds her of the many hours she and Fitz spent in the office for their pre-marital counseling sessions.
"It's good to see you, Rev. Walker", giving the barrel-chested man a hug.
"Let me see you child. When are you due, Olivia?"
"In December", she says, beaming brightly.
"Not until December?" Sly eyeing the dress that is straining against her stomach. "Well – we just might have a Christmas baby. Praise the Lord."
"Babies, Rev. Walker. Fitz and I are having twins. A boy and a girl."
"Twins? Good, Lord. That's wonderful. I'm sure Gwendolyn and Calvin are excited to have two more grandbabies."
"They are."
"Where are my manners? Have a seat", guiding Olivia to one of the chairs situated in front of the desk. "Can I get you anything to drink? A snack?"
"I'm fine", she says with a wave of the hand, thinking people are always trying to feed her.
"I was delighted to get your call last week, Olivia. You know it's been a while since you and that family of yours have been to Sunday service. How is Fitz doing — by the way?"
"Fitz is fine. He's playing stay-at- home dad while council is on summer break."
"I'm sure he's enjoying that. Everyone knows how much that man loves his girls."
"He is. I think he's having as much fun as the girls."
"Well — tell him I said hello and that I look forward to seeing you all in church very soon", peering over the rim of his eyeglasses.
"I will – and we will be back in church soon. I promise."
"I'm going to hold you to that promise", he laughs lightly. "So - what can I do for you today, Olivia?" Leaning back in the chair and folding his hands atop his stomach.
"Rev. Walker — I know you were disappointed when council placed the moratorium on new charter schools."
"If I'm to be honest – we felt blindsided. Triumph never got a chance to present its case."
"I understand— and that's why I'm here." Rev. Walker furrows his brow. "Rev. Walker — I now work for Bryson Foods — "
"I didn't know you closed your foundation. Calvin and Gwendolyn didn't say a word."
"The foundation is still open. My partner now manages the operation."
"Thank God. You've done great work educating the community about the need for clean water. You got those people over in Springfield Heights new plumbing. The Lord only knows how many lives you saved by getting the lead pipes in those old homes replaced."
Olivia smiles because Rev. Walker is quite talkative, even when he is not preaching from the pulpit.
"Fred Bryson, the founder of Bryson Foods, has hired me to develop a philanthropy program that reflects the Bryson brand."
"That's wonderful, Olivia. I've heard good things about Fred Bryson."
"He wants to give back to the community from which he came. He believes corporations have a responsibility to help to improve society, especially the communities where they do business."
Rev. Walker nods.
"Education is how he climbed out of poverty and started a successful business. He is truly a rags-to-riches story. Fred believes if he could do it – then with education - others can as well."
"Well - he gets no argument from me."
"Rev. Walker - the Bryson Philanthropy wants you — wants Triumph Tabernacle – to open its school. We want to provide Triumph an annual grant of 250,000 dollars – for three years. With the corporate grant - Triumph gets to bypass the city's moratorium and open its school in the fall."
"Praise the Lord. Praise the Lord", Rev. Walker says in his booming voice. "When one door closes — God always opens another."
"Triumph deserves this grant. The church has done so much for the community."
"You are a godsend, Olivia."
"Fred Bryson is the godsend. You'll receive the details of your grant in the mail. Sign it and get it back to me as soon as possible."
"I certainly will", smiling broadly.
"Well - I won't take up any more of your time", struggling to stand from the chair.
"Let me help you up, child", Rev. Walker says, rushing around the desk.
"It was good seeing you, Olivia. I look forward to seeing you and your family one of these Sundays."
"We'll be here soon", pecking the man on the cheek before leaving the office.
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Olivia slowly walks around perusing the books that seem to cover every surface of the small office space. She picks up a book from one of the many piles and smiles as she reads the colorful cover.
"Oh, Olivia - I didn't hear you come in", Berlinda says, walking into the main area holding books in both hands.
"I just got here. Berlinda - I don't think I've ever seen so many books in one place – other than in a library – of course."
"We're fortunate to get donations in weekly. I was just in the back sorting through our latest shipment. Have a seat, Olivia. Can I offer you something to drink? Water? Tea?"
"No – thank you. I'm fine", lowering herself onto a small metal chair. Berlinda leans against the edge of the desk in front of Olivia.
"I was really surprised to get your call, Olivia. That meeting didn't go well – the yelling and shouting."
"They're just passionate about their work."
"You're being kind."
"Berlinda - you have a reputation for doing good work in the community. Everyone in the city knows about the Book Lady." The two women chuckle.
"I love books, Olivia. Ever since I was a kid I realized the power of books. They could transport me around the world – away from my circumstances", her voice trailing off.
Olivia nods.
"This city has a literacy problem, Olivia. Problems with literacy start when children are young. If nothing is done about it - the problems remain and create even greater dilemmas - like unemployment, poverty, crime, and homelessness. I want to – need to - reach children at an early age to prevent adult illiteracy."
"Your website says you serve over 3,000 children and adults annually – I was quite impressed. I had no idea your program had that kind of reach."
"We're barely scratching the surface at Crayons to Pencils - the need is far greater. Our schools aren't doing their jobs and many of the parents don't have the time or the ability to teach their children how to read."
"Bryson Philanthropy wants to help you to do more, Berlinda." Berlinda looks at Olivia with surprise.
"Based on what I heard at the meeting - I didn't think I qualified for a Bryson grant - although I pay the bills for this place on time and have a little savings in the organization's account."
"And that's sufficient, Berlinda. The Bryson Philanthropy wants to make a three-year commitment to Crayons to Pencils – provide you an annual grant of 250,000 dollars a year." Tears roll down Berlinda's cheeks and Olivia reaches over and squeeze the woman's hand.
"I don't know what to say", wiping the back of her hand over her cheek.
"Say nothing. You deserve this, Berlinda."
"Thank you, Olivia. You don't know how much this will mean to the children."
"I do. But don't thank me — thank Fred Bryson."
"Fred Bryson doesn't know me from a can of paint", Berlinda says through the sniffles. "You made this happen, Olivia. You're helping to change lives."
"You'll receive the details of your grant in the mail. Sign it and get it back to me as soon as possible."
"I'll sign it as soon as I get it", smiling lightly. Olivia stands to leave, setting the book she has been holding onto the pile stacked on the desk. "Olivia — take the book. I'm sure your girls will enjoy it."
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Fitz glances across the room, smiling as his baby girl tries to drop the chunky colorful blocks into the bucket. After a few minutes of watching his daughter, he returns his attention to Gregory's email. The message is a bit cryptic, so he begins to re-read it when Cena runs into the study.
"Daddy — daddy - Asha doesn't have a tablet. We need two tablets to play games together."
Fitz smiles at his daughter, thinking she can be bossy just like her mother. Then he looks over at Asha, who is standing in the doorway with eyes wide.
"Two tablets, huh?"
"Yes, daddy — we need to play games — together", climbing onto his lap.
"You need to play games together, huh?"
"Yes – yes - yes", getting more excited when her father repeats what she says. This is what he does before giving her what she wants.
"Well – I guess we'll have to go to the store. Get your shoes on and meet me at the front door."
"I told you, Asha - my daddy would get you a tablet like mine."
"Can we ride in the fast car, daddy?"
"We'll have to take the truck today, Princess. We all can't fit in the car."
Cena climbs down from her father's lap and she and Asha scream with joy as they run from the study.
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For the past 10 minutes Fitz has been driving up and down row after row looking for a parking spot. He cannot believe the mall is crowded this time of the day. Slowly cruising down another row, he comes to a rolling stop when he sees a woman pushing a baby stroller. He watches as she straps the baby into the car seat then stuffs the stroller and shopping bags into the trunk before climbing behind the steering wheel. He thinks in a few months he will be struggling with double strollers, Jolie, and Cena. He pushes the aviator sunglasses on top of his head and turns to give the girls the rules for visiting the mall.
"Okay, girls - when we're in the store you must always stay with me. Never- ever go off alone. Okay?"
"Never - ever", the Cena and Asha repeat. Jolie and Bowtie just stare at Fitz.
"Okay — let's go", unbuckling Cena then Asha's seatbelt. Jolie stretches her arms for him to unbuckle her car seat.
"Can Bowtie come too, daddy?" Standing close to the truck the way her father taught her.
"No, Princess - he must stay in the truck", checking that he has left the window slightly open. "Hold on to the left of the stroller, Cee. Asha – you hold onto the right side. Don't let go until we get in the mall."
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Olivia sighs as she sets her purse onto the foyer table, thinking she has the best job in the world. Seeing the need in someone else's life and being able to fulfill it is gratifying and rewarding. She walks through the family room to the kitchen, crinkling her brow when she does not see Fitz and the children. She walks through the open kitchen door, onto the deck, and immediately regrets that her phone is in her purse. Cena, Asha, and Jolie are all reclining in Adirondack chairs wearing aviator sunglasses. Cena is sitting in a red chair holding her tablet. Asha is sitting in a purple chair holding a tablet. Jolie is sitting in a yellow chair squeezing the red ball. She looks to her left and sees Fitz reclining in his lounge chair with sunglasses pull downed over his eyes.
"A nice day to be sunbathing", she says, standing over him with a hand on her widening hip. He lifts his sunglasses and smiles up at her.
"We thought so, too. Right girls?"
"Right daddy", Cena replies, lifting her sunglasses as she looks over at her father. "Hi, mommy."
"Right, Baaba", Asha says, lifting her sunglasses, too. "Hi, GoGo."
"Mom — mom", Jolie babbles, trying to lift her sunglasses, too.
"Hello, girls", Olivia says, shaking her head.
"Go change - dinner is on the grill", Fitz says, smiling proudly as he leans back and lowers his sunglasses.
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"I have to make an appointment to board Raffles while we're away - he's not going to like it. The poor thing gets upset whenever I go away and sulks for days when I pick him up."
"Why don't I ask Nora to watch him? It'll give her something to do other than think about herself."
"Do you think she will mind?" Marion asks as she slowly strokes the cat's back.
"We'll see - I'll stop over and ask her tomorrow. It'll give me a chance to check on her. It's been a while since the Abigail incident."
"That'll be terrific, Ben. You see — Raffles, Ben does like you after all."
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Olivia sits on the side of the bed rolling up the sleeves of the oversized shirt. She reaches for the bottle of baby lotion on the night table and begins her nightly routine.
"I don't want their noses pressed against those screens all day, Fitz", squeezing a generous amount of lotion into the palm of her hand.
"I know better, Liv", he says, leaning against the headboard and looking down at his tablet.
"I hope Kelly doesn't get upset."
"About what?"
"The tablet, Fitz. I don't want Kelly to think we're trying to buy Asha by giving her things she can't. You know she's sensitive about that sort of thing", rubbing the lotion onto her stomach.
"It's just a tablet, Liv."
"It's more than a tablet to Kelly, babe. She's working two jobs just to pay for the basics. She can't afford to buy extras like an expensive tablet."
"When I take Asha home tomorrow — I'll explain to her that the girls wanted to play games together. She'll understand", thinking his wife is making too much of the small gift.
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"There's my mommy", Asha yells, pointing to where Kelly is standing on the sidewalk in front of their apartment building. From the backseat, Cena and Jolie stretch their necks trying to get a glimpse of Asha's mother.
"Mommy, Asha yells, frantically waving her hand.
"Stay seated until I park, sweetheart", Fitz says, bringing the truck to a slow roll before parking at the curb. Asha nods her head up and, her face beaming brightly as her mother walks toward the truck.
Fitz walks around the truck, grabs Asha's overnight bag, then walks to the front and unbuckles the little girl's seatbelt.
"Bye, Cena. Bye, JoJo."
"Bye", Cena says, and Jolie opens and closes her hand to wave good-bye.
Kelly immediately notices the new sunglasses her daughter is wearing and she forces a smile as Asha runs toward her.
"Mommy - look what Baaba bought me. A tablet just like Cena's - but mine's purple."
"Wow – that's really nice", pulling her daughter close to her side and kissing the top of her head." Hello, Fitz."
Fitz pushes the sunglasses on top of his head and immediately thinks Kelly looks thinner than the last time he saw her.
"Hello, Kelly - I hope you don't mind the tablet. The girls wanted to play games together."
"Not at all - it was kind of you. Did you tell Baaba thank you?" Looking down at her daughter who has pushed her sunglasses on top of her head, too.
"Yes", Asha says, smiling up at Fitz.
"Well – I better get going. It was good seeing you, Kelly. And we'll see you again soon, Asha."
"I love you, Baaba", Asha says, giving Fitz a big hug. Kelly fights back the tears.
"I love you, too, Ash", tousling the top of her hair.
"Fitz – thank you for taking care of my baby. I know you and Olivia have been watching Asha more than you planned. Well - I just wanted to say thank you."
"It's not a problem, Kelly. We love having Asha with us. Take care."
"Come on, mommy – let me show you my new tablet", grabbing her mother by the hand and pulling her toward the apartment building.
Fitz walks back to the truck contemplating if he should broach his school idea with Kelly. By the time he climbs into the truck, he has decided to let Olivia discuss the matter with Kelly.
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Dressed in a yellow romper with white daisies and matching yellow shoes, Jolie stands on her tip-toes trying to reach the door knob. She is ready to go. Upstairs, Olivia frowns as she struggles to squeeze into another sundress - everything is too small. The stretchy panel in all the maternity clothes she wore with Jolie no longer stretch enough. Cena sits patiently on the bottom step of the staircase playing a game on her tablet and looks up at her father walking into the foyer carrying the picnic basket. She has witnessed the scene that is about to unfold many times in her young life.
"Come on, Liv - we're ready to go", he yells from the bottom of the staircase.
"I'm coming", Olivia replies in frustration. "Put everything in the truck."
"Everything is in the truck", he yells up the stairs again.
"I'll be down in a few minutes. Put the girls and Bowtie in the truck", trying to buy more time. Fitz sighs in frustration as he picks up Jolie.
"Come get into the truck, Cee."
"Come on, Bowtie", Cena says, still looking down at her tablet as she follows her father outside to the truck.
The chiming alarm system signals that Fitz has opened the front door and Olivia looks at the clothes scattered over the bed thinking she has about five minutes to find something to wear and get downstairs before her husband starts yelling again. She snatches open the drawer where he keeps the assortment of tee shirts, then runs into the walk-in closet to find a pair of yoga pants that are close to fitting. Two minutes she thinks, sliding the two black super-stretch scunciis from her wrist and hurriedly pulling her hair up into a bun. She sticks a few pins into the mound of hair and sighs again, thinking she needs to make an appointment with James. Then, she rifles through the mountain of clothes on the bed looking for her crossbody purse. Fitz begins to yell again.
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He hooks Bowtie's leash to the door then walks to the back of the truck to unload Cena's bicycle and Jolie's push and pedal car. Jolie bounces up and down in the car seat when her father opens the door. She wants to get out of the truck.
"Dada. Dada", outstretching her arms to her father.
"Cena - leave the tablet in the truck", Olivia says as she climbs down from her seat.
"Put on your helmet, Princess", Fitz says as he sets Jolie into her car then straps Bowtie's leash around his wrist.
"Okay, daddy", Cena says, already climbing onto her Red Devil bicycle.
"I have the picnic basket", Olivia says as Cena pedals down the concrete trail.
"Don't get too far ahead, Princess", Fitz calls out as he and Olivia stroll down the trail that leads to the picnic tables.
"Okay, daddy", Cena replies, pedaling quickly to catch up with the other children who are riding their bicycles around the duck pond.
"She's so excited - I think she's going to need a bigger bike soon, babe." Fitz nods, his eyes never leaving Cena.
"Good afternoon Council President Grant", the two women dressed in stylish athletic wear smile flirtatiously as they pass the couple.
"Good afternoon, ladies", Fitz replies politely.
"What am I — chopped liver?" Olivia asks, looking over her shoulder at the two giggling women.
"I'm a public servant, Liv. When my constituents recognize me - I have to be polite.
"Well — they were rude", regretting she did not try harder to squeeze into one of those sundresses still scattered across the bed.
"I do think Cena is going to need a bigger bike soon", he says, trying to prevent an argument.
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"This is such a beautiful day", Olivia says, setting the picnic basket onto the table.
"It is. I remember the first time we bought Cena here", he says, watching wistfully as his daughter pedals around the pond. "She's getting so big. She no longer needs me to hold her up while riding."
"She hasn't needed you to do that for a while, babe", pulling a boiled egg from the basket. "Jo is right behind her - she does her best to keep up with Cee and Asha."
"This is what it's all about, Liv —family. Our girls — you — the babies", his eyes welling with tears.
"Aww, babe —are you getting misty-eyed?"
"I've traveled around the world and I always knew I would come back to Church Falls — find you — and have a houseful of children. This is all I've ever wanted. Family is everything."
"You didn't know you were going to find me when you came back to Church Falls."
"I did - it was pre-determined."
"Predetermined- huh?" She says, digging into the picnic basket. "Oh, babe — you made my favorite - turkey on multigrain with Havarti and avocado. And you didn't forget the bean sprouts. I love you."
"You love me because a make a mean sandwich?"
"Yup."
"Somebody's a little hungry", smiling as his wife bites into the sandwich.
"Don't blame me — blame the Dynamic Duo. They make me want to eat all the time", wiping her mouth with the red and white-checkered napkin. "Babe, dance class starts again next week. Ebony sent an email reminder. She's getting ready for the fall dance recital. Summer is flying by so fast."
"I have it on my calendar. Have you thought about names? It's going to be doubly hard this time."
"Not really. Baby Boy Grant will be easy. Little Fitzgerald."
"No child should have to go through life with that name."
"The name was good enough for your father and your father's father. The name was good enough for our thirty-fifth president. We might be having a future president", she says, taking another bite out of the sandwich.
"I don't want him going into politics, Liv. I certainly won't encourage it. Politics is a dirty business", he says with bitterness.
"You no longer have to do it, Fitz", Olivia says, chewing slowly the wonderful sandwich.
"Tomorrow isn't promised to us, Liv", watching Cena steer her bicycle around the pond.
"I know."
"I don't want to miss out on a minute with my children. No one is required to complete the task — but neither are we free to refrain from it", quoting a Jewish rabbi.
"Fitz."
"The people gave me their trust, Liv. They voted for me because I told them I would help to make their lives better. I have an obligation to them." Olivia slides her hand across the table and intertwines her fingers with his.
"I will support whatever you decide. Okay?" He slowly nods his head.
"I have a meeting with Gregory next week."
"What about?"
"He wants to catch me up on a few things."
"Mom – mom", Jolie says, stretching a hand toward her mother's sandwich.
"Are you hungry, Miss Jo?"
"Come on, Jo — let daddy feed you." He ties the large bib around her neck then searches through the picnic basket for her sandwich. Jolie's hat flops off her head as she bounces up in down on her father's lap.
"Put Jo's hat back on, Fitz. I don't want her to get sunburned.
"Daddy — look at me, daddy", Cena waves, proud that she can ride the bicycle with one hand like the other children.
"You're doing terrific, Princess."
"Look at me, mommy."
"Go, Cee — go."
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Posting the last pictures from the park to Instagram, Fitz looks up from the tablet when Olivia walks into the bedroom with a huge pink sheet towel wrapped around her body and a smaller powder blue towel wrapped around her head. He sets the tablet onto the night table and smiles. His love for her is immutable and his desire never wanes. He licks his bottom lip when she walks from the closet buttoning one of his shirts. She looks sexy as hell with her wet hair hanging around her shoulders and her stomach pressing against his shirt.
"What a day — I'm pooped, babe", sitting on the bed. She reaches for the baby lotion to begin her nightly routine.
"Let me do that."
"Do what?" Looking over her shoulder at him.
"Do you."
"Somebody's a little horny tonight", smiling as he caresses her breasts through the cotton shirt.
"A lot horny. Lay down."
He unbuttons the shirt and she giggles when he tosses it across the bed. He presses his lips to hers, the kiss is slow and sensual. He languishes on her mouth, exploring the caverns before working his way down to her full breasts. He loves the wonderful things that pregnancy does to her body. Covering her stomach with soft, gentle kisses, his tongue traces down the linea nigra. She shivers and spread her legs wide. She holds his head between her hands and rocks her hips back and forth.
"So good", he mutters, his tongue traveling deep inside.
"Oh —babe. Right there", slowly riding his wet mouth. His tongue plunges deeper and she grips the sheet, expelling deep-throated moans. "Baby, baby, baby", her body quaking with pleasure.
He kisses the inside of her trembling thighs, thinking she always cums fast when she is pregnant. As she floats back to Earth, he kicks off his boxers then slides up the bed. They smile into each other's eyes. Hers are filled with pleasure. His are filled with desire.
"Turn on your side", his voice scratchy from pleasuring his wife.
He kisses her round ass then pulls her close, then he is inside. She is wet. She feels wonderful. He feels wonderful. Face buried in her neck, he pumps slowly, and she moves with him. They move together, entering that wondrous and marvelous place. It is spiritual, and they want to stay there forever.
"Livvie. Livvie. Livvie", holding her tighter as he flows deep inside her.
XXX
Olivia groans and peels her husband's warm hand from her stomach. The babies are reclining on her bladder, which seems to be their favorite position these days. She searches in the bedcovers her shirt, but her bladder is screaming so she makes a mad dash to the bathroom. A few minutes later she hurries into the walk-in closet and slips on another one of Fitz' shirts. She loves the feel of the crisp cotton against her skin. She crawls back into the warm bed, snuggles close to her husband, and falls back to sleep. She has a busy day tomorrow.
XXX
Olivia braces herself before entering the small storefront office. Her last interaction with Grayson Williamson, the founder of One Step at a Time, was not pleasant. The man's acerbic language can be off-putting, to say the least. She inhales deeply one more time, pushes open the door, and steps inside. She glances around the space, her eyes settling on one of the many posters that shows happy family of four enjoying a bicycle ride together. Grayson looks up from the document thinking the woman is a dichotomy. She looks like a sister, with her natural hair flowing around her shoulders, yet she is married to that famous negotiator who is now the president of city council. He shakes his head, he really is not in the mood to entertain some confused sister who plays in the 'hood by day then returns to her alabaster pedestrian suburban life at night.
"Mr. Williamson – thank you for making time to see me today", Olivia says, extending a handshake.
"Have a seat, Mrs. Grant", Grayson says flatly, not really interested in exchanging pleasantries with the suburban housewife. Olivia hangs her purse on the back of the chair then carefully lowers herself onto the small seat.
"What can I do for you, Mrs. Grant?" Grayson asks as he sits down in the chair behind the desk.
"Olivia – call me Olivia - please."
Grayson nods. "What can I do for you, Olivia?" Her name does not roll easily from his tongue.
"Mr. Williamson - people in this city have wonderful things to say about your work. Your organization comes highly recommended."
"Is that right?" Not interested in the flattery.
"Yes – and I would love to hear more about what you do here."
Grayson pulls a pamphlet from the middle desk drawer and tosses it onto the desk. Olivia glances at the pamphlet but does not reach for it.
"Drug addiction ruins communities - destroys families. It is a source of great instability and despair. At One Step a Time - we help people struggling with addiction to reclaim their lives. We also provide services to their families" quickly summarizing his organization's purpose.
"I've read your website – it discusses everything you just said – but there's no indication of what drives you to keep One Step at a Time going." She knows that most nonprofit leaders have a personal connection to their cause.
Grayson leans back in the chair and stares at her for a long while, mulling over the woman's non-question. Olivia returns the stare without blinking.
"Mrs. — Olivia. I know firsthand how drugs ruin families. I am an addict. I haven't used drugs in over 10 years – but when I was out there — I didn't care about anything or anyone. I didn't care about my wife. I didn't care about my three beautiful children. All I cared about was getting high. As a result - my wife divorced me — and to this day — I am still trying to build a relationship with my children."
"That's a powerful story, Mr. Williamson."
"It's my life – and it's the life of so many people in this city. Drugs are destroying families and I want to do whatever I can to put an end to it. If the family unit isn't stable — then there is little hope for this city. Family is everything, Olivia."
"You're providing a wonderful service to the community, Mr. Williamson – and The Bryson Philanthropy wants to help you to continue your great work. We want to make a three-year commitment to your organization – provide you an annual grant of 250,000 dollars."
Grayson's eyes nearly shoot from his head. He has never received such a large grant since he founded One Step at a Time.
"Wow - this is totally unexpected — especially after my behavior at the meeting."
"You're passionate about your work. I get that", standing and grabbing her purse from the back of the chair. "You will receive the details of your grant in the mail. Sign the agreement and get it back to me as soon as possible."
"You're nothing like what I thought, Olivia. Thank you."
"Have a good day, Mr. Williamson", extending her hand as she prepares to leave. She is late for her next appointment.
"Call me Gray - my friends call me Gray", standing quickly to shake her small hand.
XXX
James pushes the square, black-framed glasses up his nose when his next appointment rushes through the door. Olivia Grant is a beautiful woman, but today she looks like a ragamuffin. Her hair is a wild mess and that dress she squeezed into is screaming to be liberated.
"I'm so sorry I'm late, James - I had back-to-back meetings today", lowering herself into the chair.
"You didn't get here a minute too soon, dear. When did you decide to go natural?" Draping the black cape around her body.
"I can't do a thing with my hair these days, James."
"I can see that - you definitely need my help. You're going to need a deep – deep conditioner and a trim before I straighten -"
"I think I want something different this time. I want a new look."
"A new look?"
"I don't have time to worry about my hair – especially with the twins coming."
For years, James has been trying to convince Olivia to change her outdated hairstyle. He wonders if Olivia and that yummy husband of hers are headed for Splitsville. He has seen this movie more than once: When a client is going through a breakup, one of the first things she wants to do is cut her hair. And he loves it because he gets the chance to use his scissors. Hairstylists love using their scissors.
An hour later James turns the chair so Olivia is facing the large plate mirror at his styling station.
"So - what do you think? I gave you more volume on the top", tousling her crown to give it a messy, chic look.
"I love it, James. I feel lighter — liberated", smiling at her reflection.
"All you need now are some new outfits that fit - and you'll be gorgeous again." Olivia rolls her eyes because James never has a problem speaking his mind. "I hope everything's all right with you and that scrumptious husband", spritzing a bit more of holding spray on her hair.
"Fitz and I are fine. I just needed a change — express myself differently."
"Mhm. So — what does Fitz think about you expressing yourself differently?"
"What do you mean?" Staring at James' reflection in the mirror.
"You told him you were going to cut your hair — right?"
XXX
Maura's face lights up when she sees her youngest son standing on the door step dressed in blue hospital scrubs. She has not seen her son since the gender reveal.
"Bennie — this is a surprise."
"Hello, mom", stepping into the foyer and pecking his mother on the cheek. "I wanted to stop by to say hello and check on Nora. How is she?"
"She's fine. She's upstairs in her room. Come in — your father will be thrilled to see you."
"Bennie — what brings you here in the middle of the afternoon?" Gerry booms from his favorite well-worn leather chair.
"It's good to see you - too, dad", walking over to shake his father's hand.
"Can I get you something to eat, Bennie?"
"No — thank you, mom."
"How about something to drink? I have some of that — "
"Stop flittering, Maura. He said he doesn't want anything."
"Sit down, mom - I have some news to share."
"News?" Nervously stroking her décolleté.
"Don't tell me you're marrying that Marion woman", Gerry bellows from across the room.
"Bennie — "
"No, mom — it's nothing like that. But we are going on vacation in a few weeks. We're going to Iceland."
"That's wonderful, Bennie. I'm sure you and Marion are going to enjoy yourselves. I want to hear all about Iceland when you return. How about the two of you come over for dinner when you get back? Wouldn't that be nice, Gerry?"
Already resuming reading the newspaper, Gerry mutters something unintelligible.
"We'd like that. Mom — I wanted to ask Nora if she would watch Marion's cat while we're away. I thought it would give her something to do — take her mind off things."
"A cat? Nora can barely take care of herself — let alone a cat", Gerry snarls. Bennie closes his eyes, he did not come here to argue with his father, but the man can be so insensitive at times.
"Perhaps if you didn't encourage her isolation she would be more responsible."
"You watch your tongue young man."
"No — you watch your tongue, dad." Maura gasps. Bennie has never used that tone with his father.
"Do you want Nora to get better or do you want her here as a buffer for your marriage?"
"You don't know what the hell you're talking about, Bennie", Gerry snaps, angrily folding the newspaper.
"I know exactly what I'm talking about. You can no longer be in denial— neither of you. Nora is hurting."
"I thought she was fine —getting better."
"She's not fine, mom. You gotta stop sticking your head in the ground and see what's going on."
"Don't you speak to your mother like that. Why the hell did we send her to that fancy, overpriced treatment center back east if she isn't fixed?"
"She's not fixed - her wounds aren't healed. They're very much open. She won't get better as long as she lives in this house."
"What's wrong with Nora living here?" Gerry demands.
"Because you're crippling her - not helping her, dad. She's a convenient distraction. Focusing on her prevents the two of you from dealing with the problems in your marriage."
"I thought you were a cardiologist. When did you get your degree in psychology? I think I missed that graduation", Gerry shouts, veins close to bulging from his neck. Bennie ignores his father's attempt to deflect.
"You can't fix what you don't acknowledge, dad. If you love your daughter — you'll do what's best for her."
"So - what do you suggest, Dr. Know-It-All —we send her back to that damn clinic? What a waste of money." Maura frowns at her husband.
"No – I suggest you encourage her to start a life on her own."
"And where might that be?" Gerry demands, flinging the newspaper to the floor and standing to his feet.
"Portland."
"Portland? What the hell is in Portland but a bunch of hipsters?"
"Marion has a friend who owns a graphic arts studio there. With Nora's talent — Marion is sure her friend will hire Nora right away." Gerry shakes his head from side to side, not convinced that moving away is best for his daughter.
"Just because that woman leads you around by the nose doesn't mean she gets to control this whole damn family."
"For god's sake, dad. Can't you for once — "
"Let her go, Gerry — I don't want Nora to end up like me."
"I'm tired of being the bad guy around here, Maura. If you're so miserable - why don't you just go — leave?" Maura brings a fist to her mouth and turns away from her husband.
"I wanna go. I wanna go to Portland", a small voice says from the doorway. Everyone turns and looks at the young woman who seems to be withering away with each passing day.
"I need to go and figure out who I am - figure out what I want to do with the rest of my life."
"Are you sure, Nora?" Bennie glares at his mother and she immediately shut her mouth.
"I'm terrified about moving — but if I don't leave I am going to die here."
"Nora."
"If I stay — I'll never know what it's like to be independent, mom. I'll never know what it's like to have a healthy relationship. John has Abigail. Fitz has Olivia. Bennie has Marion. I want someone to love me. That's all I ever wanted."
Bennie walks over to his sister and wraps his arms around her shoulders.
"I was lonely growing up in this house. I never felt like I was a part of this family", beginning to speak her truth the way Dr. Ramirez encouraged her to do.
"Nora - what are you saying?" Maura asks, startled by the revelation.
"You two didn't act like my parents. I know you had your own problems, mom – but …" Nora glances over at her father. "When I was eight years old — and I broke my leg and had to be carried up and down the stairs — you made John and Fitz do it. You didn't care enough to do it yourself. You never cared enough, Gerry."
Gerry looks over at his daughter, trying to recall when she had a broken leg.
"I just wanted to be your princess. I just wanted you to love me the way you loved your precious sons. I would've done anything for an ounce of the attention you gave John, Fitz, and Bennie."
Gerry looks down at the floor, he had no idea his daughter felt this way.
"I thought I was a loser – that I was a terrible person. Every day I told myself no one would ever love me. Why would anyone love me when my own father didn't? I needed to feel like I mattered. I needed to feel like someone cared. So - I found the attention in unhealthy ways. I knew what I was doing was wrong — wasn't good for me — but I needed to fill the emptiness."
Face twisted with anger, Nora continues to educate her parents about her miserable life.
"I enjoyed the rough, painful sex I had with so many — many faceless men. I loved it when they hurt me. I needed them to hurt me, Gerry – that way I could feel something. Dr. Ramirez said at that overpriced - fancy treatment center back east — that I have to stop hoping for something that I will never get. He says I have to stop hoping that you will love me. He said I have to stop hurting myself." She glares at Gerry with disdain.
"My god", Gerry mutters, slumping into the chair. All these years he ascribed his daughter's outrageous behavior to the growing pains of a young girl. But she is no longer a young girl, she is a grown woman who has been hurting for a long time.
"Before the men - I cut myself." Maura gasps, clamping a hand over her mouth. "Yes, mom — I cut myself. I started cutting when I was 13. Many days I would run to my bathroom and use nail clippers — anything sharp — to cut or bruise myself. I needed to feel something."
"You're breaking my heart", Gerry mumbles in an unrecognizable voice.
"This is not about you, Gerry", Nora screams, her face beet-red with anger and hurt. She has found her voice and she will not allow him to hijack the moment. Silence hangs in the air and everyone tries to process what is happening.
"I am so sorry I wasn't there for you. I left that job to your mother — like my father did and his father before him", Gerry says in an uncharacteristically soft voice.
"You can't make excuses, dad", Bennie says, rubbing his hand up and down Nora's bony arm. Gerry glowers at his son, then turns his attention back to his daughter.
"Nora — I didn't love your brothers more than you. They were just easy - familiar — not better. I could play sports with them – take them fishing. I didn't know what to do with a little girl - you've always been such a tiny little thing. That's not an excuse — just a fact."
With shoulders drooped low, Gerry walks over to his daughter and she backs away. She is apprehensive of the man who has never been a father to her.
"I've always loved you, Nora. I should've told you — should've shown you – and for that I am sorry — more than you'll ever know."
Nora brushes the long cotton sleeve over her tear-stained face and stares at her father who looks like he has aged in the last few minutes.
"I can't turn back the clock — be the father you deserved — I blew that. But — if you're willing to give me a chance — I wanna try to be the father you need today. Can you give me that chance, Nora?"
Nora stares into her father's watery blue eyes, thinking he is saying all the things she longed to hear her entire life. The floodgate swings open.
"I just want to be normal, dad", tears stream down her face.
"I know. I know", wrapping his strong arms around her shoulders. Nora pulls away, but her father holds her tight. "I need to try to make this right. I need you to be all right. Will you let me try to make things right?"
Nora softens in her father's arms. The longing will never cease.
"How about I drive you to Portland — we can talk. You can tell me about your art - your dreams — your hobbies. Would you like that?"
"You would do that for me?" Looking into his tear-filled eyes. She has never seen her father cry. Gerry brushes his thumb across her wet cheek and kisses the top of her head.
"Of course. I can help you find an apartment – get you all set up. I can stay as long as you need me."
"I would like that", she says, smiling up at her father. Gerry turns to Bennie and clears his throat.
"Bennie — tell Marion that Nora will take that job." Bennie nods and smiles at his sister and father.
"And, Bennie - tell Marion I'm sorry – but I can't watch her cat. I'm moving to Portland", Nora says with a big smile. Maura nervously strokes her décolleté, silently wondering what the new union means for her.
XXX
When the alarm system chime, Cena takes off running from the family room. She has been waiting, not so patiently, all afternoon for her mother to return home with more art supplies. Bowtie trots behind Cena and Jolie slowly follows the family pet. Cena stops suddenly and stares wide-eyed down the foyer. Bowtie barks and Jolie drops to the floor and starts to cry.
"Jo — what's the matter, baby?"
Olivia pulls a toy from the bag and shakes it as she walks toward her crying little girl, who is now screaming at the top of her lungs. Bowtie barks louder and Cena remains frozen in place, her fingers gripping the wood molding that frames the entry to the family room. Fitz frowns when the crying and barking gets louder. He tosses the kitchen towel over his shoulder and walks through the family room, then into the foyer. He stops mid-stride; his mind is trying to process what his eyes are seeing. Olivia smiles at her husband, but the smile is not returned. Eyes never leaving his wife, Fitz bends slowly to pick up a screaming Jolie. He pats Bowtie on the head.
"My goodness— you'd think a stranger had walked into this house", Olivia says, pushing past those who continue to stare at her.
Dinner time is quiet at the Grant's home. Cena periodically glances up from her plate to sneak a peek at her mother. Jolie clings to her father, refusing to leave his lap. Bowtie lay on the kitchen floor staring up at Olivia with tongue hanging out. Fitz gives his wife with curt responses as he feeds Jolie.
XXX
Fitz has been angry for the past three days and his ire rises more each time he yanks a hanging shirt across the metal rod. His meeting with Gregory is in one hour and he cannot find any of his white button-down shirts.
"Dammit", he growls as he moves over to the laundered shirts that are folded on the glass shelves. "Liv", he calls from the walk-in closet. "Olivia", he yells again.
"What is it, Fitz? I was in the bathroom."
"Dammit, Olivia", he says in frustration when he sees she is wearing the shirt he has spent the last 15 minutes searching for.
"What? Why are you yelling?"
"You're wearing my shirt. I wanted to wear that one today."
"Fitz — you have plenty of dress shirts – just pick another one."
"I wanted to wear that one. The last time I needed a white shirt they were all in the hamper. I never have a clean shirt when I need one. Why are you wearing my shirts anyway?"
"They're just so much more roomy than my nightgowns. Besides - it like a boyfriend's shirt – but it's my husband shirt", she says playfully.
"What? Why don't you just buy bigger clothes?" Resuming his search for a suitable shirt to wear.
"What. Did. You. Say?"
"If you can no longer fit your own clothes — you should buy a larger size", repeating the logical recommendation.
"Did you just call me fat?" Placing a hand on her hip and causing the shirt to rise up her thighs. He looks over his shoulder when he hears the tone in her voice.
"What? I said no such thing."
"Then what was that comment about buying bigger clothes?"
"I just meant if your clothes are uncomfortable... I don't have time, Liv - I just want to find a shirt."
"Well take this one if you need it so badly", beginning to unbutton the shirt she is wearing.
"Calm down - there's no need to get excited. It's just a shirt", deciding to wear one of the many pale blue shirts that are hanging on the metal rod.
"That's what I said", she snaps, stomping from the closet in frustration.
XXX
Propped against the headboard with arms folded across her full breasts, Olivia glares at her husband as he flips up the shirt collar and drapes the necktie around his neck. Under normal circumstances she would tie it for him, but she can tell that this is not going to be a normal day.
"Is this about one of the jillions of shirts you have or are you upset about something else?"
"You should've asked me", he says tersely, undoing the tie for the second time.
"Asked you what?"
"Don't be coy, Olivia. You said you were getting a trim — not scalped", adjusting the tie. "You should've asked me – talked to me first."
"So - you are upset about my hair. You said you were okay with it."
"That's not true - I didn't say anything. I was in shock – just like the children", sliding the comb through his hair.
"I don't need your permission to cut my hair, Fitz. You don't consult me each time you go to the barber."
"Because I get the same haircut every time — have been for the past 30 years. How would you feel if I shaved my head - came home with a bald head?"
"I'd feel you were expressing another side of yourself."
"I express myself in other ways", tossing the comb onto the vanity table, then sliding on his suit jacket. "I gotta get going - Geoffrey is waiting for me. Don't forget to drop off Jo at mom's and pick up Cena from dance this afternoon", pecking her on the cheek.
"I don't need you to remind me what I have to do", sticking out her tongue as he walks from the bedroom.
"I told you I know when you do that", he says, hurrying down the hall.
When she hears the alarm system chime, Olivia crawls from the bed and admires her new pixie haircut in the mirror. She smiles as she forks her fingers through the short hair thinking James did a fantastic job. Her smile suddenly turns downward when she wonders if he is serious about going bald. Lord, she hopes not.
XXX
Now that Rev. Walker and the non-profit leaders have been informed that they will receive a grant from the Bryson Philanthropy, Olivia needs to compile the award packages that detail the program's rules, the dates on which the funds will be distributed, and the quarterly check-in schedule. She wants to get the packages in the mail as soon as possible so the recipients can begin to receive the funds.
"Olivia — you look absolutely radiant", Deanna says, walking around the console and glancing at the dress hugging the executive's stomach. "And your new hairstyle— it frames your face magnificently."
"Do you like it, Deanna?" Olivia asks, smiling proudly.
"I love it - you should wear it like that all the time. How are you feeling, dear?"
"I feel wonderful."
"Good. Good."
"Deanna – I need to prepare a few award packages - so I'll be working in my office all afternoon. Do you think you can get them in the mail today?"
"Of course – just let me know when they're ready."
"Thank you, Deanna."
"Olivia - your refrigerator is stocked with fruit and various snacks, let me know if you want anything else."
"Thanks, Deanna", hurrying down the hall to her office. Halfway down the hall, Olivia stops, remembering she had another question for Deanna. "Oh, Deanna …"
"Yes, Olivia?"
"Is Kelly in today?"
"Yes — she is. She should be making her rounds again in another hour or so."
XXX
Fitz smiles when he sees the Grant Consulting lettering on the double glass doors. It feels like an eternity has passed since he was last here. He steps inside the reception area and Sandra jumps to her feet with a huge smile on her face.
"Fitz - it's so good to see you. It's been forever", walking from around the desk with arms outstretched.
"It's good to see you - too, Sandra", giving his office manager a warm hug.
"You're a busy politician — you don't have time for us regular folk", Sandra chuckles lightly. "How are Olivia and those beautiful girls doing?"
"Olivia is fine. The girls are well – getting bigger every day."
"They are. I follow you on Instagram."
"We're expecting again – twins -", he says, smiling proudly.
"Twins? Oh – my - that's wonderful. When is the big day?"
"December."
"That's fantastic. I'm sure you and Olivia are thrilled."
"We are."
"We'll – all be waiting for those babies to arrive."
Fitz smiles politely.
"Geoffrey is still on a call in Conference Room A - he should be finishing up in a few minutes. Can I get you anything while you wait?"
"No – thank you. I'm fine. I'll just head on back."
"Well — don't leave without saying goodbye."
Fitz nods with a smile then walks down the long hall toward Geoffrey's office. He passes Marcus' empty office and continues down the hall. He stops outside his old office, and for some reason he feels like a stranger peering into someone else's private space. He steps inside, thinking everything looks the same. The valet on which he hanged his suit jacket still stands in the corner across from the desk. The desk is set with all his accessories, as if waiting for him to pick them up. The credenza behind the desk is still lined with pictures of him, Olivia, and Cena. Jolie and Bowtie had yet to join their family the last time he was here. He sits behind the desk in the large black leather chair, thinking this office is nothing like his traditional Second Empire-style office at City Hall. He feels a bit nostalgic. He did not realize until now how much he missed being here.
While waiting for Geoffrey, Fitz reflects on the fight he started with Olivia this morning. He knows she is right, she does not need his permission to cut her hair. He is upset because he is going to miss the feel of her hair when they are making love. He slides the phone from his pocket, leans back in the chair, and scrolls through one of the popular websites for maternity clothes. He selects the clothes he thinks will look good on Olivia and adds them to the online cart. He taps on a red negligee, which sort of reminds him of the one he bought her years ago, shortly after they moved into the house. He smiles as he enters his credit card information and ship-to address.
XXX
Olivia looks up from her laptop and her heart begins to hammer in her chest. The look on Deanna's face tells her that something is wrong, and her imagination begins to run wild. She quickly inventories her family's whereabouts: Fitz is meeting with Gregory. Cena is at dance class. Jolie is with Maura. Dear Lord, please let my family be all right. Please let mom and dad be all right.
"Olivia", Deanna croaks out, her voice filled with panic.
"What is it Deanna? What's wrong?" Olivia asks in an anxiety-filled voice.
"Olivia …"
"What is it, Deanna?" Holding her stomach and preparing for her world to be shattered.
"It's Kelly."
"Kelly?"
"In the bathroom. The EMTs are working on her", Deanna sputters, as she points toward the door.
"What?"
"Rhonda found her – in the shower. Kelly didn't show up for –"
Holding her stomach, Olivia rushes past Deanna and runs from the office and down the hall. She sees Kelly's housekeeping cart pushed against the wall across from the women executives' bathroom and a crowd of people hoovering several feet away. She tries to push her way into the bathroom, but a firm hand grabs her arm.
"You can't go in there, ma'am."
XXX
"You look like a happy man, Mr. Grant", Gregory says as he enters the office. Fitz hits the Submit Order button, sets the phone onto the desk, then stands to greet Gregory.
"It's good to see you, Gregory", he says with a huge smile as he walks around the desk to shake Gregory's.
"And you as well. It's been much too long, Fitz."
"I've been a little busy", he chuckles.
"Yes – you have. I follow local politics."
"We can meet in your office, Geoffrey", beginning to walk toward the door.
"Let's stay here - it's good to see you sitting behind that desk again", Geoffrey says as he sits in one of the chairs in front of the desk. "Do you miss it?" Studying Fitz' face closely.
"I'm in a different place now, Geoffrey." Geoffrey nods, both men know the question was not answered.
"You should move into this office, Gregory. I'll have Sandra pack up my things."
"I prefer to stay where I am. So - tell me — what's it like being the president of the city council? Is it everything you thought it would be?" Fitz returns to his seat and thinks for a moment before responding.
"Let's just say there is never a dull moment at City Hall. Negotiating corporate mergers and acquisitions is a cakewalk compared to the political shenanigans that go on down there."
"I'm sure. There have been a lot of shake-ups at City Hall. Mayor Wilson was a piece of work."
"Indeed", Fitz says reflectively. "How are you doing, Gregory? Any regrets about moving to sleepy Church Falls?"
"I'm good, Fitz. Don't tell my boss – but this little town has begun to grow on me." The two men laugh out loud. "I'm sure you're wondering why I wanted to meet with you. I assure you I wasn't intentionally trying to be mysterious. However - certain topics need to be discussed in person."
"I can't consult on any deals — conflict of interest", Fitz cautions
"Of course," Geoffrey says, steepling his hands to his mouth. "Fitz, the business is doing well — extremely well."
"I review the monthly financials - you're doing a fantastic job, Geoffrey."
"Thank you — but I couldn't do it without Sandra and Marcus. They're invaluable— we're a team."
Fitz smiles because that kind of camaraderie is lacking at City Hall.
"Fitz - you built a lucrative business — established strong bonds with some of our oldest and most valuable clients. Although last year we grew the business by 15 percent— it is our long-term clients — the top 10 percent — who generate over 60 percent of our revenue."
Fitz nods because the statistics are the same when he was at the helm.
"While our oldest clients are satisfied with our services — quite frankly I don't believe we're delighting them."
Fitz frowns, he is not quite sure what Geoffrey is getting at.
"Fitz - you are the Grant in Grant Consulting. You bought our top 10 percent onboard. You have the relationship with those CEOs."
"Is something wrong, Geoffrey? Has a client expressed dissatisfaction?"
"No — as I said – they are happy with our services - but they miss you, Fitz. From a legal perspective— I can serve them as well as you — but they miss the personal interaction they enjoyed with you. And - I get that because I have that same kind of relationship with the newer clients we've bought on board in the last year."
Fitz furrows his brow.
"Case in point —Ty Granger called me to discuss another business venture he was interested in pursuing. We handled the deal — but it was apparent that Mr. Granger would have preferred to work directly with you."
"Ty is an old friend."
"If It were just Mr. Granger I wouldn't mention it. As I said — our top 10 percent miss you. They've not expressed any interest in taking their business elsewhere— they're loyal— to you."
"So - what are you suggesting, Geoffrey?"
"I'm not sure —really. I just think it's something you should be aware of. We don't want our top 10 to wake up one morning and decide to take their business elsewhere because they miss you."
Fitz looks down at his ringing phone; Olivia is calling. She knows he is meeting with Geoffrey and would only call it were important.
"Hold on a minute, Geoffrey — I need to take this call", pressing the green Accept button then placing the phone to his ear. "Mrs. Grant - to what do I owe the honor?" His eyes smiling along with his lips.
"Fitz –"
"What is it? What's wrong?" His eyes widening when he hears the fright in his wife's voice.
"Fitz …." Something has happened. He is on his feet and Geoffrey is on the edge of his seat staring up at Fitz with concern.
"Olivia - talk to me. What's the matter?"
"The EMTs couldn't save her." Cena and Jolie's faces flash in his mind and his heart sinks to his stomach.
"Save who? Save who, Olivia?"
"Kelly. Kelly is dead, Fitz."