A/N: Hey, guess who's back? My new Lenovo ThinkPad died in September while I was updating this chapter. Lenovo kept it for three weeks to repair. Enough of my whining. Forgive any typos, I didn't want to wait any longer to post this chapter. Tell me what you think. Here we go!
Chapter 66. Cupcake
The kitchen is filled with the savory and sweet aromas of beef resting in the roasting pan, vegetables simmering on the stove, and a homemade pie baking in the oven. For the past few hours Maura has been busily preparing one of her husband's favorite meals. She had no idea that Gerry was returning home today; frankly, she did not know when he would return. He only called her once since he left, and that was on the day he and Nora arrived in Portland. She has been anxious for him to return home so she can present her proposal, but now that he is back, she is nervous and uncertain.
As Maura transfers the standing rib roast from the roasting pan to the rectangular-shaped white and blue porcelain platter, Maura silently recites the speech she has been practicing for the past few days. She feels like a silly schoolgirl who is trying to figure out the best way to ask her parents' permission to attend the school dance with the older boy who lives down the street.
She fills the large blue and white serving bowl with the whipped mashed potatoes then carefully spoons the creamed spinach into the smaller blue and white bowl. She assesses the spread and nods her head with satisfaction. Everything is perfectly arranged, just the way Gerry likes it. She pats the deep pocket of the green and white striped apron where she has stuffed the handwritten then carries the platter to the dining room. It is time to serve dinner.
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"Are you ready for dinner, Gerry?" Wringing her hands as she walks into the family room where her husband has been reading the newspaper to catch up on the local politics.
"I most certainly am. Something smells delicious, Maura", folding the broadsheet newspaper in half and setting it onto the small table situated next to the chair that everyone knows is designated just for him.
"Come into the dining room, Gerry – everything is ready."
"The dining room - we only eat in there on special occasions."
"Today is a special occasion - my husband has returned home", Maura says with a nervous smile before hurrying back to the kitchen to retrieve the mashed potatoes and creamed spinach.
Gerry stands in the doorway of the dining room surveying the table which is set with their good china, silverware, and crystal glasses that only see the light of day a few times a year. He strokes his chin thinking his wife has made a special dinner to celebrate his return. Maybe there is hope for them.
"Are we expecting guests?"
"Sit down, Gerry", laughing off his remark as she sets the blue and white bowls onto the table.
"Regardless of everything else, Maura – you were always an excellent cook", already using the serving fork to pick up two slices of the medium- rare roast beef from the platter.
"Potatoes, Gerry?"
"Of course."
Gerry takes the serving bowl from his wife's hands and scoops two large spoonful of the mashed potatoes onto his plate. He then piles a generous amount of the creamy vegetable onto the plate.
"Any au jus, Maura?"
"Yes - of course. How could I have forgotten?"
Maura spring to her feet and dash into the kitchen. She carefully fills the gravy boat with the au jus and hurries back to the dining room.
"What's wrong with you tonight, Maura? Why are you so fidgety? You're hopping around here like a cat on a hot tin roof."
"You were away for so long, Gerry — I'm just happy to have my husband home."
"Nora and I had a lot to do. I'd forgotten how much work is involved in setting up a new apartment", pouring a substantial amount of the au jus over his steak. "I actually enjoyed shopping at those home goods stores and helping her to pick out everything she needed for the apartment."
Nodding her head slowly, Maura half listens to her husband as she watches him cut into the steak and slide it into his mouth.
"It's been a while since I've had a decent meal. Nora and I either ate out or she ordered food using one of those apps on her phone. I must've gained five pounds while I was away."
"Nora never had any interest in learning how to cook – no matter how many times I tried to teach her. She always said she is an artist - not a cook."
"Well – she's right about that. Our daughter can't cook worth a damn. We tried cooking some kind of pasta dish one night – needless to say - it didn't go very well. We set off the smoke detectors in the apartment. We ended up ordering pizza", chuckling reminiscently as he slides a forkful of mashed potatoes and creamed spinach into his mouth.
"How is Nora doing? Does she like Portland?"
"She's doing well. She's like a new person, Maura. I didn't think moving away from home was a good idea – but it's turning out to be the best thing for her. I must thank Marion again for helping Nora to get the job", cutting another piece of the beef and sliding it into his mouth.
"You can thank Marion next week —she and Bennie are coming over for dinner. They're going to tell us all about their trip to Iceland."
"I wasn't too keen on Marion in the beginning – too bossy for my tastes. But – I think she might be the one for Bennie. It's time that he settles down and start giving us more grandchildren."
As Maura listens to her husband, she begins to reconsider delivering her prepared speech tonight. Maybe she should let him get a good night's sleep and discuss the matter with him tomorrow. After all, he just returned home from a long trip.
"Are you not hungry, Maura? You've hardly touched your dinner."
"I guess I'm not very hungry tonight", already standing to clear the dishes from the table. "Would you like dessert, Gerry. I've made your favorite."
"You know I can never refuse your blackberry pie and vanilla ice cream."
Thoroughly satisfied with finally having a home-cooked meal, Gerry leans back in the chair savoring the beef and gravy that linger in his mouth. A few minutes later Maura returns to the dining room carrying a freshly baked blackberry pie and vanilla ice cream. Gerry smiles when she sets the dessert plate in front of him.
"So - what's been going on around here while I was gone?" Already cutting the edge of his fork into the flaky pie crust. Maura fills his cup with the piping hot coffee.
"Oh – not too much", still unsure if she should discuss the matter tonight.
"When is Abigail going to have that baby? It seems like she's been pregnant forever. Maybe they'll have a girl this time. John would like that", relishing the mix of the warm pie and cold ice cream in his mouth.
"Abigail is scheduled to deliver in a couple of months. More pie and ice cream?" Lifting the pie cutter to slice into the blackberry pie.
"I haven't finished what's on my plate. You're stuffing me like the Thanksgiving turkey. I bet I gained another three pounds tonight", chuckling heartily.
"You act like I can't feed my husband."
"We weren't exactly on the best of terms when I left. I didn't know if I would still have a wife when I returned home."
"We've had disagreements before, Gerry", setting the pie cutter onto the side of the pie plate as she sits in the chair to the right of him. Gerry looks over the rim of his coffee cup, watching his wife stroke her décolletage, which is a sign that she is nervous.
"What's going on, Maura? Why are you so nervous?"
For some reason she cannot remember one word of the speech she has written and re-written. Her husband always has a way of disarming her, of making her feel uneasy, especially when he stares at her with those crystal blue eyes. It is as if he is looking straight through her. It is as if he is reading her mind. She inhales deeply then delivers an improvised version of her speech.
"Do you remember Cena's friend — the little girl whose mother died recently?" She begins cautiously.
"Yes. It's such a shame that little girl has to grow up without a mother", scooping the melting ice cream into his mouth.
"Her name is Asha and she's just the sweetest thing — smart - too."
"Have Fitzgerald and Olivia found her family?"
"They haven't. Fitzgerald has a friend at the FBI who's been looking for her family — but so far no luck."
"The FBI can track down the Unabomber but they can't find one grandmother. That's hard to believe."
"Fitzgerald and Olivia are going to have their hands full in a few months with two more babies coming. Taking care of a fifth child will be a significant challenge for Olivia."
"I can imagine - we had our hands full with four. Hopefully they'll find the girl's family soon", bringing the cup of hot coffee to his mouth.
"I was thinking - perhaps we could help Olivia and Fitzgerald – lessen the burden for them", she says slowly.
"Lessen the burden? What do you mean?" Setting the coffee cup onto the saucer.
This is her opportunity. Maura knows if she does not say it in this moment then she doubts if she will have the courage to say it tomorrow.
"Gerry — I want Asha", she says quickly.
"You want her? What do you mean you want her?" Setting his fork on the side of the dessert plate.
"I want her to live with us. I want to take care of her – raise her as our own. Asha has no one now and we have this big house – we can give her so much", looking around the dining room.
"So — that's what this evening has been all about?" Pushing away the dessert plate. "'Gerry do you want this. Gerry can I get you that. Can I get you more pie, Gerry?'" Imitating his wife's voice.
Gerry tosses the linen napkin onto the table, stomps over to the large window, and stares out at the backyard. It does not appear that the gardener has trimmed the bushes while he was away.
"Gerry – please. Will you just listen to me?" Hurrying over to her husband's side.
"You've always been the sly one, Maura. For all your moaning about being oppressed around here — you sure know how to scheme to get what you want — always have."
"I have so much to give her — so much to teach her."
With hands stuffed deep into his pants pockets, Gerry continues to stare out the window, slowly shaking his head from side to side.
"We have all those empty bedrooms up there. I can decorate Bennie's old bedroom for Asha – it's a nice size – it's not too big. It will be perfect for a little girl", her eyes pleading with him.
"If you need something to do – get one of those toy dogs – a Shih Tzu. I see lots of ladies in town carrying them around in their purse. They even make strollers for them. You can buy the thing clothes."
"We can do it, Gerry. Asha will bring so much life back into this house. She will keep us active."
"We're old, Maura. The grandchildren visiting for a day is one thing — raising a little girl full time — well that's a different story."
"Please, Gerry. Asha needs us. I need her", gripping his arm.
"You're asking an awful lot, Maura", running his fingers through his thick, white hair.
"Don't you hear what I'm saying? I'm going to lose my mind around here if I don't have something meaningful to do. If I don't have someone to take care of. That's all I know how to do."
Gerry looks at his wife's eyes for a long while and sees the desperation. He had no idea that she had reached this place. He closes his eyes thinking, regardless of what they have been through in their marriage over the years, he still loves Maura Catherine Grant and he will do almost anything to make her happy again.
"Will this little girl make you happy, Maura? God knows everything I've tried hasn't helped."
"Yes. I can get it right this time. Please, Gerry."
He hesitates a while longer because he is not interested in raising a little girl who is the same age as his granddaughter.
"Fine — fine", Gerry says reluctantly, and Maura's face explodes into a smile.
"We can go to Fitzgerald and Olivia's tomorrow to get Asha", she says excitedly.
"Slow down, Maura. I have a committee meeting tomorrow. We'll speak with Fitzgerald and Olivia on Thursday."
"Thank you, Gerry. Thank you", covering his face with kisses.
Gerry wraps an arm around his wife's waist and presses a kiss on her cheek. It has been years since he has seen his wife this excited. He hopes this little girl will finally be the thing that will make her happy.
"I just want you to be happy, Maura", walking back to the table to finish his dessert.
"Gerry — don't you think it's time to step down from the committee? There have been a lot of changes at City Hall."
The corner of Gerry's mouth twitch as he slowly brings the cup of lukewarm coffee to his mouth.
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After checking on a sleeping Asha one last time, Fitz trundles down the long hallway, past Olivia's craft room and the laundry room, and toward their bedroom. Right now, all he wants is a hot shower and a soft bed. The day has been long and mentally exhausting, and he is glad that it has finally come to an end. When Barbara Anne Forrester showed up at their home earlier today he did not know what to expect from the woman. His last interaction with her clearly demonstrated that she is a wild card, and that made her unpredictable and dangerous.
Although he projected a level confidence he certainly did not feel, he knew that he could not afford to make a mistake. The goal was to get Barbara Anne to sign the papers in exchange for the money. A wrong move could result in the woman changing her mind and snatching Asha away. His gut told him that Barbara Anne only wanted money and did not want to be burdened with a six-year-old, but he needed to be careful not to push the woman too hard. A little girl's life was at stake. In the end he was right, Barbara Anne only wanted the money and he gladly gave it to her so she would go away.
Turning the corner, he walks down the hall that leads to their bedroom, frowning when he sees the warm glow of light streaming into the hall from Cena's bedroom. He walks toward the light, wondering why his daughter is still awake at this late hour. He wonders if she is not feeling well. When he reaches her door, he smiles when he sees his Princess is enveloped by the huge red bean bag chair and intently focused on reading a book. He remembers the day he came home with the throwback from his days at the Academy. Needless to say, Olivia was not thrilled to see the oversized chair, but they compromised. He got to keep the chair and she got to select the bookshelves.
A sea of memories floods his mind as he recalls the day they brought their baby girl home from the hospital. Olivia was exhausted after friends and family left, so she went straight to bed and he sat in the nursery all night holding his new baby girl and staring at her in wonder. He was a father and the little body he held in his arms was an expression of his and Olivia's love. His daughter was an extension of him, and she was perfect and beautiful in every way.
Glancing around the spacious bedroom, he takes in the décor, remembering the love and care he and Olivia took in redecorating their toddler's bedroom. At three years old the nursery was no longer practical or safe for their precocious toddler. Too many times they caught Cena trying to climb from the crib to get one of her many shiny toys or to waddle down the hall in search of their bedroom. Redecorating their only child's bedroom became a serious matter for the first-time parents. Many late-night discussions were had about important matters like furniture placement, fabrics, accessories, and paint color.
At three years old Cena was already partial to the color red and the eager parents knew they had to find a way to incorporate the color into their daughter's new bedroom. Fitz had no idea there were so many hues of red until one day Olivia came home with an oversized canvas tote bag filled with paint chips, fabrics, and an assortment of catalogs for children's furniture. They spent days trying to select the perfect shade of red for the accent wall, and when they could not reach agreement, they spread all the paint chips onto the coffee table and encouraged their toddler to decide for them. Cena promptly picked up a paint chip and handed it to her daddy. Mother and father laughed out loud and gave their daughter lots of kisses and hugs because their three-year-old had managed to accomplish in a matter of seconds what they were unable to do in days.
Fitz stares at Cena's initials that hang on the wall above her bed. His eyes linger on the large letter G that is centered in the middle of the wall and flanked by a smaller C to the left and an E to the right. His eyes travel across the room to the wall of books and he shakes his head as he thinks about Olivia's rationale for filling the wall with long white, floor-to-ceiling shelves. She wanted to display all the books in a way that encouraged their daughter to pick out her favorites whenever she wanted to read.
The parents were intentional about the books they selected for their daughter. They curated an enviable collection of children's books that include the classics like Peter Rabbit as well as contemporary books that depict diverse children doing all kinds of things. Gerry bought Cena a first print of Alice in Wonderland. Fitz still wonders how his father got a copy of the rare book and how much it cost. He spots the old tattered copy of Goodnight Moon that Bennie gave Cena as a birthday present many years ago and tears well up in his eyes. He cannot remember the last time he read the book to his daughter. He has allowed the family's nighttime ritual to fall by the wayside.
"Whatcha reading, Princess?" Stepping over a sleeping Bowtie and walking into her abode. Cena holds up the book so that her father can see the cover.
"Ah – that's a good one? Why are you up so late? Can't you sleep?" He asks as he sits down on the bed.
"I just wanted to read", Cena says softly.
"I see. Come sit with daddy so we can talk", patting the Disney Princess comforter that has a print of each princess and their castles.
Cena pushes up from the oversized bean bag chair, walks across the room, and returns the book to the shelf as she was taught. She t climbs onto the bed next to her father and looks up at him with the eyes that she inherited from him.
"I owe you an apology." Cena crinkles her nose because does not understand why her father would owe her an apology. "I've not been a good daddy to you lately – and I know I have hurt your feelings."
Cena slowly twists her little fingers.
"Are you upset with me?" She stares down at her furry red slippers.
"It's all right – you can tell me."
"You love Asha more than me", she says in a sulking tone.
"Aw — that's not true, sweetheart."
"You give her everything first. You're my daddy and JoJo's daddy — not hers."
"Cee — look at me, sweetheart. Do you remember when you asked me if I could be Asha's daddy?"
Cena nods her head up and down.
"And do you remember why you wanted to me to be her daddy?"
"Because she didn't have a daddy and she was sad."
"That's right. And now she doesn't have a mommy – and that makes her even more sad. And like you — I don't want her to be sad - so I do things to try to make her feel better. But that doesn't mean I no longer love you."
"Really?"
"Really. You will always be my favorite Princess in the whole — wide — world. Nothing or no one can ever change that", choking back the tears because he assumed that his six-year-old daughter understood that his love for her is unshakable.
"Really?" Her eyes are brighter and her smile is wider.
"Really."
"Daddy?"
"Yes, Princess."
"Can you sometimes give me some things first – like you used to?"
"Of course, I can. Can you forgive me for not being a good daddy?" Cena nods her head up and down.
"Daddy?"
"Yes, Princess."
"Do I still have to tell the truth?"
"Of course - why would you ask such a thing?" Surprised by the odd question.
"Because you told mommy to lie about what Asha's mommy did. You and mommy said I should never-ever lie."
Cena looks at her father with confusion in her eyes and Fitz thinks about how children unknowingly call adults out on their bullshit.
"Come here, sweetheart", pulling Cena onto his lap. "Mommy and I always want you to tell the truth — to be honest. However - there will be times when telling someone the truth will hurt them - make them feel sad - and we don't want to do that."
"So - you and mommy are not being honest with Asha?" She asks innocently.
"Cee— it's not necessarily a question of honesty - it's more a matter of kindness and understanding of another human being. Being too honest would be cruel."
"So - if you love someone it's not being dishonest?" Her brain still trying to process the dissonance.
"You have to think about it this way, Princess. Will telling Asha make her feel happy —or will telling her make her feel sad?"
"Sad", Cena says softly.
"And we don't want Asha to feel anymore sadness, right?"
"Right, daddy."
"Princess - while it's important to be kind and not intentionally hurt someone's feelings – I never-ever want you to lose your voice. I want you to always speak up – let others know when they have done something to hurt you. And that means telling daddy when he has done something to hurt your feelings or made you feel sad. Okay?"
"Okay, daddy."
"So – can you be okay with me being kind to Asha?" Cena nods her head up and down. "Guess what?" He asks playfully.
"What, daddy – what?" Bouncing up and down on his lap because she knows that her father's playful tone means that he has a surprise for her.
"I have an idea."
"What, daddy?" Getting more excited.
"How about just the two of us spend a whole day out together?"
"Really?" She replies withgoogly eyes. The look of pure joy on his daughter's face melt his heart
"Yes - really. And you get to pick what we do", tapping her nose with his index finger.
"Really?"
"Really. Do you know what you want to do?"
"Yes – yes", resting her knees on his lap so she can whisper in his ear.
"Are you sure?" He asks somewhat surprised.
Cena nods her head up and down.
"Okay — we'll — "
"Shh – don't say it out loud", looking over at her open door. He smiles and nods with understanding. "And daddy - I want to ..." Whispering in his ear again. "I saw it on TV."
"You did?" He says in his playful tone, and Cena nods her head again. "Ok — then that's what we'll do."
Cena's eyes fill with tears and her bottom lip trembles.
"What's the matter, Princess? Do you want to do something else?"
"No", she says in a tiny voice.
"Then what's wrong? Tell me what's the matter", concern filling his voice.
"I'm just happy you're my daddy again", looking up at him with tear-filled eyes. He pulls her close to his chest and press his lips to her mound of hair. After a few moments of silence, he tickles her stomach through the pajamas and covers her face with lots and lots of kisses.
"No tickles, daddy", laughing hysterically as she tries to escape her father's fingers.
"Yes – lots and lots of tickles", and they both laugh out loud. "I love you, Princess."
"I love you too, daddy."
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Standing in the foyer holding the front door open, Fitz wracks his brain trying to figure out if heforgot or if Olivia forgot to tell him that his parents were stopping by for a visit today.
"Mom – dad?" Staring at his parents with confusion in his eyes.
"Are you going to let us in, Fitzgerald - or are you going to let us roast out here? It's hot as hell today", Gerry spouts in his usual gruff voice.
"Of course. Of course. I just –"
"I know you're surprised to see us, dear. Your father said we should call – just in case you and Olivia were out with the children", Maura says anxiously as she and Gerry step into the air-conditioned foyer.
"Dad - I didn't know you'd returned from Portland. Is everything all right? Is Nora all right?" Still trying to figure out why his parents are at his home in the middle of a Thursday afternoon.
"Nora's fine. She loves Portland and she loves her new job."
Fitz nods as he watches his parents walk down the hall and make a right turn into the family room.
"Maura – Gerry?" Olivia says, equally surprised as her husband to see her in-laws standing in her family room in the middle of a weekday afternoon.
"Olivia – you're getting as big as this house", Gerry says with a chuckle as he walks over and hugs his five-month pregnant daughter-in-law.
"It's good to see you too, Gerry", returning her father-in-law's hug.
"Don't mind Gerry, Olivia. You look absolutely wonderful - as usual", Maura says hugging her daughter-in-law and placing a kiss on her cheek.
"Thank you, Maura", looking over her mother-in-law's shoulder at her husband. He shrugs his shoulders indicating he has no idea why his parents are here.
"Sit down – sit down", Olivia says, motioning her hand toward the sofa. "Can I get you something to drink? It's really warm out today."
"It's hot - and yes – I would love a cold drink", Gerry says as he lowers his massive frame down into the large plush chair and crossed his legs. This is his favorite seat in the room. It is also his son's favorite seat.
"I'll help you, Olivia", Maura volunteers eagerly and Olivia wonders what has her mother-in-law so animated today.
"Thank you, Maura. You can see our new kitchen. We had it remodeled and we absolutely love it."
"When on earth did you have time to have the kitchen remodeled?"
"We went up to the lake house for a few weeks and thought that would be the perfect time to have it done. It was overdue."
"Well – I hope you replaced that old leaky sink. I cannot tell you how many times I stepped into a puddle of water when I washed the dishes."
Olivia glances over at her husband and gives him an I-told-you-so look. The corner of mouth twitch and he rolls his eyes.
"The sink is fixed, Maura. You can see for yourself", leading the way to show off their new kitchen.
"So - when did you return from Portland, dad?" Fitz asks, sitting down onto the sofa across from his father and crossing his legs.
"A few days ago. I stayed much longer than I'd planned – but I enjoyed helping Nora to get her new apartment set up and to get acclimated to the city. Have you been to Portland?"
"It's been a while."
"Well – now you have a reason to go up there. Take Olivia and the girls to visit your sister - Nora would like that."
Fitz nods, thinking his father will never change - always the authoritarian who thinks he knows what is best for everyone.
"I'm glad Nora is doing well", Fitz responds respectfully.
"I was not in favor of your sister moving away from home – with everything she has been through. But I must admit – it is the best thing for her. I'm glad Marion suggested it."
Fitz nods his head again.
"At first I thought Marion was being a busy-body – sticking her nose in places that are none of her concern."
"Marion is a good person, dad."
"She's just the kind of woman that Bennie needs. Where are my grandchildren?" Looking around the massive room as if Cena or Jolie would pop up from behind one of the many pieces of furniture.
"They're out back on the deck painting. I think Nora has instilled in Cena her love for painting."
"I see. And little Asha – where is she?"
"She's out back as well", Fitz replies.
"Fitzgerald – the kitchen is just magnificent", Maura says, walking into the family room carrying the tray of cold drinks. "Gerry – maybe we should think about getting our kitchen remodeled – it can stand to be updated", setting the tray onto the table.
"You've been doing enough decorating lately, Maura. We have enough changes happening in our lives", Gerry responds as he reaches for a glass of iced tea.
"What changes?" Olivia asks as she walks into the room holding a cherry popsicle.
Maura looks nervously at Olivia then at her husband. It has been a few weeks since she expressed her desire to take in Asha. She assumes that nothing has changed. Never one to mince words, Gerry uncrosses his legs and leans forward.
"Let's just get to it", setting the sweating glass of iced tea onto the coaster. "Olivia, Fitzgerald - your mother has convinced me to allow that poor little girl to come live with us. It's going to be a lot of work - but your mother thinks she can do it."
Olivia's eyes widen and from the corner of her eye she can see her husband's body stiffen and his jaw tighten. The vein that runs down the middle of his forehead is pronounced and throbbing.
"With Nora now living in Portland your mother will have a lot of time on her hands. Having a little girl around the house is just what she needs to keep herself occupied", he says, taking another sip of the iced tea.
Olivia watches her husband's eyes darken and his nostrils flare. She can almost hear him grinding his teeth to dust as he stares at his father. She clears her throat, trying to get his attention to convey that she had no idea this is why his parents are at their home.
"It's been years since you and your siblings were that age, Fitzgerald. Having a little girl in the house is going to be a significant adjustment. It's going to take some getting used to", Gerry continues.
Finally finding his voice, Fitz delivers a terse and unedited response to his father's callous comments.
"I hardly think mom's boredom is sufficient reason to want to take Asha." Olivia's eyes widen, if that were at all possible, and Gerry's face turns crimson red.
"Fitzgerald – you're being cruel", his mother retorts, bringing a hand to her décolletage
"What the hell is wrong with you speaking to your mother that way?"
"I wasn't speaking to her - I was speaking about her."
"Don't you dare lawyer me", Gerry growls.
"And don't you dare –"
"I'm sorry – this is all my fault", Maura interjects, needing to quell the firestorm that is brewing between father and son. "It seems like I may have jumped the gun. When Gerry came home - I just couldn't resist mentioning our discussion to him. I hope you don't mind, Olivia."
Olivia opens her mouth to respond, but Gerry continues.
"Having that little girl come live with us is best for everyone – especially with the twins arriving in a few months. Besides – your mother says that none of her family have shown up to claim her."
"One – the little girl's name is Asha. Two – she is not a piece of lost luggage that's waiting to be claimed at the Lost and Found. Three – Asha has a grandmother and she showed up here a few days ago."
"Did she take Asha?" Maura asks, frantically looking around the room for any sign of the little girl.
"I don't like your tone young man", Gerry snaps as he leans forward and glares at his son. Fitz leans forward as well.
"And I don't like you coming here trying –"
"Stop it. Just stop it", Olivia demands, setting the dripping red frozen treat into the decorative glass bowl that is placed on the table next to her.
"Maura - the grandmother's name is Barbara Anne Forrester and she is not a nice person."
"That's putting it mildly", Fitz mumbles under his breath. Gerry grimaces at his son, giving him the evil eye.
"We couldn't let Asha go with her", Olivia adds quickly.
"Thank goodness", Maura says, the fear easing from her body. "Suppose she comes back? Suppose she wants to take Asha?" Maura queries anxiously.
"She won't be back, mom."
"How do you know that, Fitzgerald? Olivia says she is not a nice person."
"I just know." Gerry eyes his son closely.
"Gerry, Maura and I discussed the possibility of Asha living with the two of you – but with so much that has been happening lately, Fitz and I haven't had an opportunity to figure out how to make that happen. At least not in a way that - that is best for everyone - that's best for Asha."
Maura closes her eyes and expels a sigh of relief. Olivia is still on her side. Fitz glances over at the French doors that lead to the deck where Cena and Asha are painting pictures. He does not want the girls to overhear the conversation. He clears his throat before continuing in a hushed tone.
"Mom – I'm sorry – I apologize. I didn't mean to be rude. It's just Liv and I were not expecting to have this conversation with you and dad today. We have agreed that Asha should live with you and dad – we just need to figure it out." A smile erupts over his mother's face and Gerry leans back in the chair and crosses his legs.
"Good— then it's settled. We can take Asha home with us today. Your mother has already begun to redecorate Bennie's old bedroom. She's been filling the closets with all sorts of girl things."
Fitz sighs and walks over to the French doors. With hands stuffed into his pants pockets, he looks outside at the girls who are happily playing together.
"I'm going to need some time, mom." Maura looks over at her husband for help.
"Time? Time for what, Fitzgerald?" Gerry booms.
"Asha has experienced a lot of change over the last few months, dad. I need to properly prepare her for yet another change."
Gerry looks at his anxious wife.
"Of course. Of course. We all want what's best for Asha, Fitzgerald", Maura concedes reluctantly. She was really hoping to take Asha home with her today. "I guess I can use the time to put a few more touches on her bedroom before she arrives."
Olivia hears the unmistakable sound of disappointment in her mother-in-law's voice and quickly offers her a small consolation.
"Maura, Fitz is taking Cena out on Saturday for a daddy–daughter day. Why don't you take Asha out for the day? You two can get to know each other better before she moves into your home."
"That's an excellent idea, Olivia", Maura gushes. "Asha and I can go shopping - get our nails done - have lunch", her excitement building as she ticks off the activities as they pop into her head.
"Well count me out", Gerry says, standing from the chair. "It's time to go, Maura. You'll let us know when you're ready to turn the girl over to us", giving his son a hard stare. Fitz nods, silently consenting.
"Where is Asha, now?" Maura asks hurriedly, not wanting to leave without seeing her new ward.
"She's out back playing with Cena", Olivia says.
"May I go see her?"
"Of course - but let's go upstairs first and see the nursery", Olivia says, smiling proudly. "We also had it decorated while we were away."
"Oh – all right. I can't wait to see it", Maura concedes
"The decorator did a fantastic job. The nursery is perfect for a boy and a girl", Olivia says as she leads Maura from the family room.
XXX
Gerry Grant has dealt with all kinds of people during his lifetime, and he knows when someone is not giving him the full story. He knows that Fitzgerald is not telling him everything about the little girl's grandmother. He waits until the women are upstairs before turning to his son.
"Fitzgerald –"
"John will have someone at his office prepare the paperwork for guardianship – make it official. Of course - a social worker will have to interview you and mom – inspect the house."
"I don't give a damn about any paperwork", Gerry says, taking a few steps toward his son.
"Excuse me?", staring into his father's demanding eyes.
"Don't be coy. You may be some famous lawyer – but you can't fool me. That little girl's grandmother — you paid her off. Don't try to deny it."
"I did. The woman simply wanted money and I gave it to here so she would go away. Barbara Anne Forrester doesn't give a damn about her granddaughter."
"Never-ever let anyone extort or blackmail you. You're a Grant goddamnit", Gerry growls now standing nose to nose with his son
"I didn't have another option", Fitz says dismissively. He is not interested in arguing with his father.
"There are always other options."
"I wasn't willing to risk losing Asha by trying to negotiate with a woman like that. The woman doesn't care about protocol."
"And neither do I. If that woman comes back here demanding more money - you call me right away. Do. You. Understand?"
"Call you? Why would I do that?" Scoffing at his father's directive. Gerry's cold blue eyes stare into the eyes that he shares with his son.
"I know you think I'm an old man – but don't ever underestimate me, Fitzgerald. If this Barbara Anne Forrester is wise - she won't underestimate me either. I won't tolerate her showing up here trying to take that little girl away from your mother. And I don't succumb to extortion."
Not quite sure what he is hearing, Fitz stares at his father with furrowed brow.
"Gramps – Gramps", Cena yells as she runs into the family room. Asha stops in her tracks when she sees the tall older man with white hair and bushy eyebrows standing in front of Baaba.
The sound of his granddaughter's voice triggers a change in Gerry's cold demeanor. It is as if an internal switch that regulates his temperament was turned on. A smile spread over his face and he bends with open arms to scoop up his granddaughter whose face is flush from the afternoon sun. He is in Gramps mode.
"Asha - you remember my father. Come in and say hello."
"Hi", Asha says softly.
"Hello, Asha", Gerry responds, softening his trademark gruff voice.
"Gramps – do you want to come outside and paint with Asha and me?"
Gerry looks over at the little girl with the big brown eyes. She has inched her way close to Fitzgerald's side.
"I would love to – that is if Asha doesn't mind", Gerry says, flashing a smile at the timid-looking girl.
"Asha - tell Gramps you want him to paint - too." Asha remains silent and Fitz gives her a nudge of approval.
"You can paint – too", Asha says softly.
"Do you want to paint, daddy?" Cena asks as she climbs down from her grandfather's arms.
"I'll be out shortly, Princess", still trying to comprehend what just happened between him and his father.
"Come on, Asha. Let's show Gramps how to paint."
XXX
With Gerry and Maura deciding to stay for dinner, the unexpected afternoon visit stretched into an evening of adult small talk and children bantering around the dinner table. After a long dinner, Fitz was glad when his parents finally left.
"Are you all right?" Olivia asks, watching her solemn husband mope around their bedroom.
"I'm fine, Liv", walking into the closet to drop his clothes into the hamper.
"I didn't call your parents, Fitz. I didn't even know your father was back from Portland."
"I know", he says, returning from the walk-in closet. "I'm going to take a shower."
With his back pressed against the glass shower wall, Fitz closes his eyes and allows the water to rain down over his face. He knows that he must let Asha go. Living with his parents is not the best option, it is, however, the only option.
XXX
As Fitz steps into his pants, he knows this is not an ordinary Saturday. It is a Saturday that he will spend trying to repair the damage he has done to his daughter. He will all day showing Cena that his love for her has not waned. He will spend the day rebuilding his daughter's trust in him. He looks up when Olivia walks into the bedroom.
"Maura has already picked up Asha – a half-hour early. She has a big day planned. Cee is almost ready - she just needs to put on her shoes. What are the two of you doing today? I couldn't get a word out of her — she wouldn't tell me a thing", slowly lowering herself onto the bed.
"It's a secret", Fitz says as he tucks the shirt into his pants.
"What kind of secret can she have?" Looking over at her husband as he buckles his belt.
"Cee wants to keep it a secret. Don't wait up — we won't be home until late", laughing as he fastens his watch onto his wrist. "Did you alert Bennie that his goddaughter likes to take off her clothes?"
"No. I think Ben should have the pleasure of learning about that for himself. I would love to see Ben and Marion's reaction to Miss Jo's newfound way of expressing herself."
"What time are they coming to get Jo?" Picking up his wallet from the night table.
"It's a secret", sticking out her tongue.
"I told you, Liv — I always know when you do that", crawling across the bed and pecking her on the lips. "Cena and I will be leaving shortly. Get some rest while you have the house to yourself."
XXX
Leaning against the doorframe with arms folded across his chest, Fitz smiles as he watches his daughter sitting on the edge of the bed with bent knee. She is concentrating on tying her red and white leather tennis shoes.
"Do you need help with that, Princess?"
"No - thank you, daddy."
"Okay — well it's almost time to go. We don't want to be late", he says before turning to go downstairs.
"Daddy?"
"Yes, Princess?"
"Can we ride in the fast car today? When you pick me up from school the children say your car is cool", looking at her father with anticipation in her eyes and he smiles.
"Of course — anything you want. Today is your day."
"Today is our day, daddy."
XXX
A few minutes later, with crossbody purse strapped across her chest, Cena skips down the long staircase to start their adventure.
"I'm ready, daddy", she says, smiling up at her father.
"Did you say goodbye to mommy and Jo?"
"Yes", rushing outside and climbing into the car.
Fitz straps the seatbelt across his daughter's chest then walks around to the driver's side and climbs into the car. He slides on his aviator sunglasses and Cena opens her purse and pulls out her aviators and slides them on. She smiles at her father and he returns the smile.
"Play the funny song, daddy."
Fitz smiles because his daughter has no idea the real meaning of the song's lyrics. She thinks the song is about a dragon. He presses the button to lower the roof, then taps the multimedia screen and selects the song from his playlist and the old 1960s song flows through the Bose speakers. He shifts the car into gear and drives down the long driveway. They wave at Harry and Rufus, who are out for their daily constitutional, as they sing at the top of their lungs.
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee
Little Jackie Paper loved that rascal Puff
And brought him strings and sealing wax and other fancy stuff. Oh!
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee
.
.
.
Peter, Paul and Mary
XXX
Olivia sits on the sofa shaking her head as she slides the headband with the big yellow flower back onto Jolie's head. Jolie is her burst of sunshine who dances to a drum of a different beat. She wonders what new thing her baby will start doing. The doorbell rings and Jolie bounce up and down on her mother's lap as if she knows who is at the door.
"Guess who's here, Jo? It's your Uncle Ben and Marion. Come on — let's go let them in", taking Jolie by the hand.
When Olivia opens the door, Jolie runs to her uncle.
"Hey, Sunshine", Ben says with a wide smile as he bends to scoop up his goddaughter. He covers her face with kisses and Jolie returns the gesture with slobbery kisses.
"As you can see, Jo is excited."
"How are you feeling, Liv?" Kissing his best friend on the cheek.
"I'm fine — the babies are fine. The doctor says Baby One and Baby Two are developing as expected", walking down the hall toward the family room.
"You and Fitz haven't come up with names yet?"
"I want a Fitzgerald Thomas Grant the Fourth. Your brother is not too interested in having another Fitzgerald Thomas Grant", lowering herself onto the sofa.
"I see", Ben says, sitting on the sofa next to her.
"As far as a girl name — we can't decide on that either. It's hard having to come up with two names."
"You'll figure it out."
"I'm sure we will. There's juice – water - soy milk - and extra diapers and a change of clothes in the diaper bag."
Ben nods. "So — what are Fitz and Cena doing today?"
"It's a secret."
Ben frowns. "A secret?"
"Cena swore your brother to secrecy. I have no idea what they're doing. So - what are you and Jo doing today?"
"We are going to the zoo. Are you ready for the zoo, Sunshine?"
"Doo", Jolie repeats. Olivia and Ben laugh at Jolie's pronunciation and Jolie laughs too and claps her hands. She covers her uncle's mouth with her little hand and he pretends to devour her digits.
"Jo is a handful, Ben."
"I can handle this little one. What are you going to do while everyone is gone?"
"I'm going to sleep — all day. I'm exhausted, Ben."
"I'm sure you are. You have a lot going on, Liv"
Jolie climbs down from her uncle's lap when she hears the familiar sound of Bowtie's jingling dog tags. Bowtie whimpers when he sees the toddler coming toward him.
"Ben — where's Marion? I was expecting the two of you to show up here this morning."
Ben stands, walks over to the table, and examines the contents of Jolie's diaper bag.
"What's wrong, Ben?" Looking at her friend with concern.
"Marion and I are no longer seeing each other, Liv. She broke things off."
"Oh, Ben — I'm so sorry."
"The thing about it is — I'm not quite sure why."
"What do you mean you're not sure why? Marion wouldn't end the relationship without an explanation."
Ben runs his fingers through his hair. He does not want to have this conversation with Olivia.
"I thought we were no longer discussing the problems in our relationships."
"We don't discuss the problems in my marriage. Don't try to deflect. Spill."
"It's complicated, Liv."
"Okay — I won't push — but I'll say this one thing. I've come to learn that we either contribute to or contaminate every relationship we're in. There is no neutrality.
"It wasn't just one thing, Liv."
"If you really care for Marion – you must put her first in all things - as I put Fitz first. When you care for someone you learn about their wants and needs and give them what they need."
He nods.
"I guess Jo and I ought to get going", strapping the diaper bag over his shoulder. "Get some rest. Come on, Sunshine — it's time to go to the Doo."
Olivia walks with Ben and Jolie to the front door and makes a mental note to schedule lunch with Marion. They need to discuss the program and talk about Ben.
XXX
Cena holds onto her father hand as they walk into the bakery. Although this was her idea — she is beginning to feel a little anxious.
"It smells so nice in here, daddy", Cena says, holding her father's hand tighter.
"Council President Grant", the baker says with a big smile.
"Hello, Mrs. Conyers", shaking the woman's hand.
"And this must be Cena. Hello, Cena", Mrs. Conyers says as she smiles down at the little girl. Cena squeezes her father's hand and looks up at him. He nods, giving her permission to speak.
Hi", she says softly.
"Are you ready to learn how to bake today?"
"Yes. We're going to make a fruit tart for mommy. It's her favorite dessert."
"Today we're going to bake cupcakes. You and your father will need a little more experience before you are ready to make a fruit tart. Is that okay?"
"Oh — okay", Cena says, looking disappointed.
"Why don't you go in the back and select an apron and wash your hands so we can get started", pointing to the rack of colorful children and adult aprons hanging on the rack in back of the bakery. Cena's eyes light up and she drops her father's hand and takes off running to the back to select an apron.
"I guess I'm second fiddle", Fitz says with a crooked smile.
"You can select you apron as well, Council President. And wash your hands."
When Fitz joins Cena at their table, he looks around the room and is impressed by number of fathers who are taking a Saturday morning baking class with their daughters and sons.
"Okay, junior bakers. Today we are going to make cupcakes. Your parents will serve as your helpers today. You will read the recipe and guide your mother or father in making our cupcakes. You find all the bowls – utensils - and ingredients you will need to make our delicious vanilla cupcakes at your table."
Cena looks up at her father and giggles. He smiles and taps her on the nose.
"The recipe cards are on the table next to your bowls", Mrs. Conyers continues.
"First - you're going to mix your dry ingredients in the bowl: flour, sugar, baking powder, and salt. Then, you're going to add the wet ingredients: butter, eggs, vanilla flavor, and sour cream. Yes - sour cream! Once you have made your batter – fill the cupcake liners only halfway then bring them over to the oven. It will take 18 to 22 minutes for your cupcakes to bake. While they're baking – you can start making your frosting. Feel free to add food color to the frosting to make pretty colors. Is everybody ready?"
"Yes", the children and parents respondin unison.
"Then let's get started", Mrs. Conyers says, shaking her fist in the air.
Cena picks up the recipe card and begins to read.
"You're going to be my sous chef today, daddy. Okay?" Cena says with a degree of pride in her voice."
"I guess I am", Fitz replies, sneaking a peek at the recipe as he rolls up his sleeves.
"Just do what I tell you and everything will be fine."
"Pour the flour into the bowl, daddy."
"Yes, ma'am", saluting his daughter.
"Now pour in the sugar", Cena instructs, watching her father pour the sugar into the bowl with the flour.
"How much butter are we going to need, Princess?"
"It says one stick", crinkling her nose. She does not understand why they would need to use a stick to make cupcakes.
"This is called a stick of butter", Fitz says, holding up the butter.
"Are you two all right over here?", Mrs. Conyers asks, smiling at the father- daughter duo. She did not vote for the man but she admires him for bringing his daughter to the baking class.
"Mommy says daddy is a really good cook – but not a good baker. He burnt the fruit tart we made her. "
"I'm sure you and your daddy will be a better baker after taking this class" walking over to the next mother-daughter team. Cena nods her head up and down.
XXX
Cena smiles at the feel of her small hand in her father's large hand as they walk down the street toward the restaurant. She swings his arm back and forth and holds the box of cupcakes with the other hand. The baking class has ended and now they are on to the next phase of their adventure.
"Are you ready for lunch, Cee?" Fitz asks, looking down at his daughter."
"Can we have pizza, daddy?"
"We sure can. Do you need to go to the bathroom?"
"Yes."
"Let's stop in here so you can go then we can have pizza."
The woman standing across the hall has been eyeing the man holding the little girl's hand since they entered the lobby of the restaurant. She knew immediately when she saw them that something was not right. When she saw the man peek inside the men's restroom then hurry inside with the little girl, she went in search of the security guard.
"Anyone in here?" A gruff voice calls out.
"Finish washing your hands, sweetheart – somebody wants to come in."
The security guard pushes open the door with his flashlight and Fitz looks up at the man with surprise.
"We're just finishing –"
"I told you", the woman yells, pressing her body against the guard's back as she peers into the restroom glaring at Fitz.
"Sir - you're going to have to come with me", taking a step toward Fitz.
"Excuse me?" Fitz replies with confusion as he reaches for a paper towel to give to Cena.
"Come to me, sweetie — you don't have to be afraid", the woman says, extending her hand to Cena. Cena frowns at the woman and steps back toward her father.
"Sir - I said you're going to have to come with me", the guard says, placing a hand on his taser.
"What is this all about?" Fitz asks with annoyance.
"What are you doing with this child in the men's bathroom?" The woman demands in an accusatory tone.
"This is my daughter."
"She can't be. Look at her."
"Ma'am - I'll handle this", the guard says, scowling at the nosey woman. "Sir - do you have any proof that this is your daughter?"
"Proof? This is ridiculous", lifting Cena into his arms.
"Daddy – I'm scared", Cena cries, wrapping her arms around her father's neck.
"Daddy?" The woman screeches, her eyes widening in disbelief.
"Yes — daddy — you ignorant witch."
"How dare you", the woman protests.
"How dare you. Let's go, Princess", pushing past the guard and the well-intentioned but misguided woman.
"I'm so sorry, sir. I was just doing my job", the guard tries to apologize as Fitz storms from the restroom. "All right, people - move it. There's nothing to see here", the guard says, trying to usher away the crowd that has formed outside the men's room.
"Who's ready for pizza and the The Lion King?" Fitz says in an upbeat tone, wanting to calm is daughter.
"I am", Cena says, bouncing up and down in her father's arms.
XXX
He has barely removed the key out the front door lock before Cena pushes past him and runs down the long foyer hall swinging the pink box with the thin white string.
"Mommy - mommy." Olivia slowly opens her eyes and her daughter's blurry face slowly comes in to focus."Wake up, mommy. Daddy and I have a surprise for you", pushing the box toward her mother's face.
"Cena - your indoor voice - please", Olivia says in a scratchy voice as she sits up on the sofa.
Cena is too excited to care about her indoor voice, so she continues chattering at rapid-fire pace.
"Look what daddy and I made for you", climbing onto the sofa next to her mother. "Daddy and I had a baking class because he can't bake - and we made you cupcakes."
"Cupcakes?" Olivia's interest is now piqued.
"We were going to make you a fruit tart — your favorite — but Mrs. Conyers said we will need more ex", looking over at her father who has finally entered the family room.
"Experience, Princess."
"We need more experience."
"That's so sweet, baby. Give mommy a kiss."
"Open it, mommy."
"Daddy and I had to put on aprons and Mrs. Conyers gave us everything to make cupcakes and daddy had to be my helper. Look at what daddy bought me", holding up her arm to show off her new watch."
"A watch? Let me see. Wow — that's really nice. Can you tell me what time it is?"
"It's four-twenty-eight and thirty-two - no thirty-three seconds."
"It's hard to keep up with time, Cee", Olivia says as she opens the pastry box.
Baaba", Asha yells as she runs down the stairs and into the family room. "Grams took me shopping and I got lots of pretty clothes and shoes just like Cena- but purple. I got a mani-pedi - too", holding up her hands to show off her blush-pink fingernails.
"Wow – that's a pretty color", Fitz says, plopping down onto the sofa.
"Me and Grams had so much fun."
"Daddy and I baked cupcakes for mommy - do you want one?"
Asha nods her head up and down.
"We made a purple one for you."
Cena watches her for friend dig into the box and pull out the cupcake with purple frosting. Asha takes a huge bite and Cena giggles because Asha's nose and mouth are covered with purple frosting. Olivia and Fitz smile at the little girl's confection-covered face.
"Look, Asha", Olivia says, holding up her phone so Asha can see her reflection in the mirror app. Asha laughs, too.
"Come here, Cupcake", Fitz says, pulling the handkerchief from his pocket and wiping the creamy frosting from Asha's face.
"Cena – do you wanna see my new clothes?" Cena nods her head.
"Do you want to see what daddy the watch daddy bought me?"
"Show me in my room", Asha says, shoving her cupcake into Fitz' hand before taking off running from the room. Cena climbs down from the sofa and takes off running, too. Remembering another bit of information she forgot to report, Cena stops in the doorway and turns to her mother.
"Mommy — the lady yelled at daddy and daddy said she was a witch", now she can continue upstairs. Olivia looks at her husband with and arched eyebrow.
"I'll explain later."
"Babe, you look tired."
"I'm exhausted."
"Are you going to eat that?" Eyeing the cupcake Asha shoved into his hand.
"I can't eat another cupcake— ever", dropping the treat into the pink box that is sitting on his wife's lap. He leans his head back against the cushion and closes his eyes.
"It was so sweet of you to learn how to bake for me, babe", picking up the cupcake with the green frosting.
"It was your daughter's idea. Thank Cena - not me."
"So – that was the secret?"
"That was the secret", he says tiredly.
"Babe - you and Cee have been gone all day. That was an awfully long baking class."
"We had lunch and went to the movies to see The Lion King."
"Ah. Next time I want you and Cee to bake me a lemon meringue pie"
"What time are Bennie and Marion bringing Jo home?"
"Jo is upstairs sleeping. She was knocked out when Ben bought her home. Ben and Marion are no longer together, babe."
"Really? I thought they were getting serious."
"Me – too", Olivia says sadly.
"Did everything go well with Mom and Asha?" Stretching his long legs across the coffee table.
"They had a wonderful time. You should've seen how excited they both were when they returned from their girls' outing. Asha loves everything your mother bought her. Maura said Asha was a little nervous about getting her first mani-pedi - but she enjoyed the foot massage."
Fitz nods his head and his eyelids flutter.
"They should spend more time together before we tell Asha. We should also visit mom and dad so living in new house won't be a big shock to her."
"That's a good idea", Olivia says, watching his eyes slowly close.
"Everybody's happy?" His voice trailing off, a sign that he is falling asleep.
"Everybody's happy, babe", taking another bite from the cupcake.
"Ty texted me while we were out. He arrives next week", his eyes are now closed.
Olivia stops chewing and frowns at her sleeping husband. She would rather have two root canals and colonoscopy all on the same day rather than entertain Ty Granger in their home.