A/N: Hey, here is a little Christmas gift. I made it in under the deadline. Whew! Have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! Excuse the typos and grammatical errors, I have to get back to baking Christmas cookies. Thanks for reading my story this year. Here we go!
Chapter 67. The Kitchen
Standing in front of their new stove filling her mug with hot water, Olivia shakes her head in wonder, she cannot believe that Lindsay found a blue stove to match the new barstools, or vice-versa. The new commercial-style Viking stove, which cost a small fortune, is a must-have for serious cooks and aspiring cooks like her husband. With six high-performance burners, dual ovens, and lots of other features she does not know how to use yet, they can now easily prepare meals for the large family gatherings they enjoy hosting. She remembers the day she saw a similar stove in one of the houses they toured in the city. She fell in love with it immediately. She was fed up with their old stove that barely worked, and she was ready for something more modern and functioning. She also thought Fitz would enjoy preparing meals on the technological wonder, but of course, he did not think the stove was sufficient reason to buy a new house, especially in the city.
Setting the tea kettle back onto the front burner, Olivia smiles, thinking the old adage is true: the kitchen is the heart of the home. The kitchen is where they come together as a family more often than any other room in the house. It is where they share meals and hang out telling stories about their day. It is where some of their important and transformative conversations take place. Some nights, after the girls are in bed, she and Fitz sit at the new table talking for hours about their lives and and the future of their family.
She sighs, drops the tea ball into the cup, then joins her husband at the table. She still has not figured out how to broach the sensitive topic with him.
"I really like this farmhouse table, babe. I must admit - I was a little skeptical when Lindsay suggested we add it — not that we don't have more than enough space", sitting down across from her husband who is preoccupied with reading something on the tablet.
"Mhm", he says absently, continuing to look down at his tablet.
"I have so much more room for my stomach. I'm glad Lindsay added this bench along with the dining chairs. It's getting more difficult to climb up and down from those barstools", glancing over at the island.
He nods again.
"What are you reading? What's so important on that tablet?" Blowing the surface of the hot tea as she stares at him with an arched brow.
"Nothing", he mutters, still not bothering to look up.
She hates when he does that, says nothing when he is obviously reading something. She would rather he said none of your business or go take a hike, than to say nothing. The response is dismissive.
"Lindsay gets us, babe. She knows our needs. She knows who we are as a family."
Her last comment pulls him away from whatever he is reading, and he looks up from the tablet and stares at his wife's glowing face for a long while. He glances around the kitchen, reflecting on the day he and John toured the newly constructed house almost 10 years ago.
With a baby on the way he was tired of living in their apartment in the city and wanted his growing family to live in the suburbs — where he was raised. After all, that is why he relocated to Church Falls. When he received the architectural drawings for a house that Joan, his long-time real estate agent, thought was perfect for the large family he was planning, he wanted to see the house right away. As soon as he walked inside, he knew the house was meant for their family. It was everything he dreamed. The architectural drawings did not do the house justice.
The modern five-bedroom house was spacious, but not cavernous. The architect clearly focused on comfort and function, rather than formality and grandeur. Joan was right, the house would be a great place to raise children and entertain family and friends. Even though Olivia was still pregnant with Cena, he could see, in his mind's eye, a house full of clamoring children running around the open floor plan.
"What's on your mind, babe?" Watching his mouth stretch into a smile.
"Do you remember when we redecorated Cee's bedroom?"
"Of course - I do", smiling reminiscently. "She wouldn't stop trying to climb out of her crib. I thought our baby was going to break her neck. Why do you ask?" Lifting the tea ball from the mug and setting it onto the linen napkin.
"We poured our hopes and dreams for her in that room: the books – "
"She loves to read, babe. I guess she gets that from both of us."
"Her initials on the wall above the bed …."
"That was your idea. You said you wanted her to always remember that she is a Grant", she chuckles."And that bean bag chair — I still can't believe I agreed to let you put that thing in her room", carefully bringing the steaming cup of tea back to her mouth.
"Cee is a product of us, Liv. She is a blueprint of our love."
"What's this all about, babe? Why are you bringing up Cee's bedroom tonight?"
"A few nights ago I went into Cee's room. She was up late — sitting in that bean bag reading I Am Enough. She seemed so sad, Liv — like she was all alone in the world. In that moment I remembered the joy our daughter brought into our lives when she was born. She is our first child, Liv. She has a special place in this family — in my heart. It's her birthright to be treated with love and respect."
"What's wrong, Fitz?"
"You were right — I haven't been fair to our daughter lately. I haven't been giving her the love and attention she deserves."
"Cee's happy now, babe", sliding her hand over the burled wood table and resting it on top of his. He slowly shakes his head from side to side, the magnitude of his actions has finally sunk in.
"It should not have taken me this long to realize the harm I was doing to my own daughter, Liv. Taking her out for a day does not absolve me of my insensitivity."
"You were just trying to do the right thing, Fitz."
"She had every reason to be angry with me. Our daughter should never have to wonder whether her father loves her. She shouldn't have to ask her father to give her things first sometimes. She didn't say all the time, Liv — just sometimes. It's her birthright —she's entitled to everything — including getting goddamn panny cakes first", rubbing his forehead.
Olivia stares at the pained expression on his face and she sees that her usually rational husband is caught in a vortex of emotions. He is still grappling with what is best for everyone.
"Asha is going to be fine, babe", giving his hand a reassuring squeeze.
For the next few minutes they sit in silence, each internally acknowledging they have crossed the chasm. The Asha matter is settled, now he must determine when the little girl will move in with his parents. Fitz turned his attention back to the tablet, and Olivia wonders if this is the right time to pose the question she has struggled with for the past few days. She knows he is going to resist, but she has a busy week and she needs him to cooperate.
"Babe — I'm going to need your help this week", she begins slowly.
"Of course. Anything", he says solemnly, looking up and bringing her hand to his lips.
"I made an appointment for the girls - Cee and Asha."
He nods, waiting for more information.
"Asha's braids need to be removed and Cee needs a trim. James is expecting them on Thursday morning at ten."
"Liv ..." Lowering her hand to the table.
"Under normal circumstances you know I wouldn't ask — but I have a busy week. I have a meeting with Mona at the foundation tomorrow — a lunch meeting with Marion on Wednesday — and a meeting with Gray and his team on Friday."
"Gray? When did you start calling him Gray?"
"I told you — all his friends call him Gray."
"So - you two are now friends?"
"Fitz — please. I know you hate going there but I really need you to do this."
"Anything but that. The man undresses me with his eyes", standing from the chair and walking over to the refrigerator. He wants ice cream.
"James just appreciates a handsome man, babe. Take your mother with you - she needs to learn how to style Asha's hair."
"My mother? Come on, Liv", whining like toddler as he drops a second scoop of ice cream into the bowl.
"Please, babe."
"Nope", leaning against the island thoroughly enjoying the frozen treat.
"I love Asha's hair — but I can't manage all those braids - and neither can your mother."
He shakes his head from side to side as he licks both sides of the spoon.
"I've already told James how to style Asha's hair. He knows what to do for Cee."
With a sigh of resignation, he scoops more ice cream into the bowl, thinking he deserves the treat since he has to sit in the salon for hours.
"Fine – but you owe me, Liv", shaking the spoon at her.
"I owe you", she repeats, fluttering her eyelashes. "Your hair is getting a little long — you should let James cut it while you're there", snickering as she brings the cup of tepid tea to her mouth.
XXX
The sounds of the policeman's whistle blowing, car wheels screeching, and the jackhammer breaking through the black asphalt greet Marcella as she steps off the bus.Just another day in the city she thinks as she makes her daily two-block trek from the bus stop to the foundation. The skirt of her dress swish from side to side, like a flag blowing on a warm breezy day, as she struts along the concrete sidewalk in the peep-toe sandals. With head held high and shielded by the oversized sunglasses, she grips the keychain tightly in her hand, as she approaches the bakery. She knows Carlos will be waiting for her again. The man makes her nervous. He makes her feel things in places she has not felt in a while. She looks to the right when she hears the familiar knocking sound on the plate glass window, Carlos is beckoning her to come inside the bakery. She flashes him a nervous smile and quickens her steps toward the foundation. She punches the alarm code in her phone and quickly closes the door behind her. She fans herself with her hand and takes several deep breaths, thinking Carlos is a lot of man.
The sound of something crashing to the floor in the back jolts Marcella from thinking about Carlos. No one is supposed to here; Mona never comes in this early. She grips the tube of pepper spray that dangles from the keychain and disengages the safety lock with her thumb. She is on high alert as she slowly walks to the back of the offices to investigate the noise. Startled by each other's unexpected presence, the two women scream with fright.
"Mona — you scared the daylights out of me. I didn't know you were coming in early today."
"Do you mind lowering that thing?" Mona says, pointing to the tube of pepper spray Marcella has poised for action.
"Oh - I'm sorry. I carry it when walking around the city. A girl can't be too safe", lowering the spray down to her side. "What are you doing here so early, Mona?"
Tears begin streaming down Mona's face.
"Are you all right? I heard a noise. It sounded like something fell to the floor", Marcella says with concern.
"I'm fine. I dropped my coffee mug. I was just cleaning up the mess", Mona says with a quivering voice.
"You're not fine, Mona. What's the matter?" Taking a step toward the obviously upset woman.
"Oh, Marcella — this is a terrible day. I got a call from the hospice earlier. Anthony died this morning. My brother is dead, Marcella."
"Mona – I am so sorry. Sit down", setting the pepper spray on the desk as she guides the distraught woman over to the chair. Marcella opens the bottle of water that Mona keeps on her desk and fills the glass halfway.
"I knew he didn't have much time left — but hearing that he is actually gone …." Mona says, shaking her head in despair.
"Drink this, Mona. What can I do?" Placing the glass in Mona's hand.
"I have to go to Texas — make arrangements for the funeral. I came in this morning to finish up a few things before Tom and I leave tomorrow. I won't be gone long — maybe two days." She does not realize she is rambling.
"Nonsense — you go home, Mona. I'll handle things around here."
"Marcella - you haven't worked here very long. I can't –"
"I told you — I'm a quick learner — now go home", coaxing the woman from the chair.
"Are you sure?" Mona asks through the sniffles.
"I'm sure."
Both women look at each other when the alarm system beeps. Marcella quickly looks at her phone and smiles when she sees Olivia entering the waiting room.
"It's Mrs. Grant", Marcella beams. Mona swipes her fingers across her cheeks and heads to the bathroom.
"I forgot we were meeting today. Let Olivia know I'll be out in a minute. Marcella - don't say anything about Anthony to Olivia. She doesn't need to be upset in her condition."
XXX
"Mrs. Grant — I mean, Olivia — it's so good to see you. You look absolutely beautiful. You're one of those women who gets more beautiful when pregnant."
Olivia smiles politely because she certainly has not been feeling very beautiful lately. In fact, she feels like a hippopotamus on steroids.
"Thank you, Marcella. But look at you — I love the new look. Your hair is beautiful."
"Thank you", Marcella replies bashfully. "No more sweatshirts and jeans now that I'm working down here."
"Well - you look absolutely wonderful."
"Olivia – it's so good to see you", Mona says cheerfully as she walks into the waiting room with outstretched arms.
"It's good to see you – too, Mona. It's been way too long", hugging her friend.
"You look wonderful, Olivia — well rested. Are those babies behaving?"
"The babies are fine", resting a hand on her belly.
"Let's go back to my office and catch up", Mona says, glancing at Marcella as she steers Olivia in the back to her office.
"How are the girls? How's Fitz?"
"Fitz and the girls are fine. Everything is fine – now", setting her purse onto the desk before settling down in the chair.
"What do you mean now?" Mona asks as she sits in her chair behind the desk. She has always been a sounding board for Olivia.
"Mona - my home has not been the same since Kelly died. Asha living with us full time has been difficult — to say the least."
"What's going on?"
"For a while - our home was a virtual war zone. Cena and Asha were constantly bickering — vying for Fitz' attention. Cena was losing at every turn. Fitz was showering Asha with so much attention that he was neglecting his own children. It all came to a head. Thank goodness it's all settled."
"How is it settled?" Mona asks, rolling the ink pen between her fingers.
"Fitz and I came to realize that the changes in our home were not good for our family – for anyone really."
"What are you saying, Olivia?"
"I – Fitz and I – have agreed it would be better for everyone — for Asha - if she lived with his parents — with Maura and Gerry."
"Live with Fitz' parents? Your in-laws?"
"Yes. Maura volunteered to take Asha in – and Gerry agreed. With the twins arriving in a few moths — well — it's just not practical to have another child in the home right now. Maura and Gerry can provide Asha a loving and supportive family."
Mona mumbles something unintelligible under her breath and Olivia watches Mona restack the neatly piled sheets of paper on the desk.
"Is something wrong, Mona?"
"No — yes", Mona snaps, slamming her hand onto the desk and glowering at her friend. Olivia's eyes widen at the uncharacteristic outburst.
"Mona …"
"I'm just surprised Fitz agreed to allow Asha to live with his parents. You've said how attached she has become to him - and he has grown close to her", she says curtly.
"That's because Asha has never known her father. She has always wanted a father."
"That might be true – but have you ever wondered why Asha is not close to you — especially now that her mother is dead?"
Olivia is baffled by the tenor of Mona's voice and the direction in which the conversation has shifted. She feels like she is being interrogated and she does not understand why.
"Asha may not know what it's like to have a father, Olivia — but she darn sure knows what it feels like to have a mother. And now that her mother is gone - don't you think it would be natural for her to gravitate to you as a mother figure?"
Olivia stares at Mona, wondering why her friend is attacking her.
"Animals and children have an uncanny ability to read human emotions, Olivia. They know when they're liked and when they aren't."
"I care for Asha", Olivia retorts.
"Do you – really?" Mona replies brusquely. "Olivia - raising someone else's child is a gift. You shouldn't consider it a burden or an inconvenience because your perfect life has been disrupted."
Olivia places a hand on her stomach and stares at Mona in disbelief. Mona is being cruel, and she does not like it.
"I never told you this, Olivia – my brother and I were raised by foster parents. Many – many foster parents – so I know what it feels like to grow up in a house knowing that you're not wanted. Knowing that the only reason you're there is because the people are getting a monthly government check. I guess that's why my brother had so many problems", she says softly. "Foster home isn't pretty, Olivia. Every damn family Anthony and I lived with had an agenda for taking us in — and believe me — most of them weren't good."
"I didn't know, Mona. I'm so sorry", rubbing circles on her stomach.
"Don't underestimate the influence you can have on that little girl's life – on her development, Olivia. It just angers me when adults use innocent children to satisfy their own selfish needs."
"Maura isn't like that, Mona."
"Isn't she? Maura Grant loves playing the victim – the long-suffering wife. Wasn't it just last year she left her husband and moved in with you and Fitz? She said she felt trapped and wanted to escape her overbearing and controlling husband. She'd still be living in your home if it weren't for Nora. If the past is prologue — then Maura Grant has no business raising anyone's child – especially a grieving little girl. The woman knows how to get what she wants, Olivia —she's not half oppressed as she pretends.
"Mona. Why are you being so mean? This is not like you."
Mona clenches her hand into a tight fist and closes her eyes. She has been crying all morning.
"I'm sorry, Olivia - I have no right to speak to you this way. It's just …"
"What is it Mona — what's wrong?"
Mona falls back against the chair and runs her fingers through her hair. Getting the call this morning about her brother and now hearing that Asha will be passed between the Grants like hors d'oeuvres at one of their cocktail parties triggers memories she thought she had buried long ago.
"Anthony died this morning. My brother is gone, Olivia."
"Oh, Mona — I am so sorry", Olivia says as she scrambles to her feet. "Here I am going on and on about my life and you just lost your brother. I'm so sorry - what can I do?" Walking around the desk and wrapping a comforting arm around her friend's shoulders.
"I have to go to Texas in the morning. Tom is making our airline reservations as we speak. I'll be gone for a few days - I hope you don't mind. Marcella has volunteered to take care of things around here while I'm gone. She's smart, Olivia. She's ready. She can do it."
"Mona - don't you dare worry about this place. Take whatever time you need — I'll help Marcella."
"You already have a full-time job — and you're five-months pregnant."
"I got this, Mona. Don't you worry about a thing. I'll call a car to take you home", reaching into the purse for her phone.
"I can drive myself home, Olivia."
"Not today, Mona. Not today."
XXX
When Olivia hears the unmistakable sound of her husband's bare feet walking on the hardwood floor toward their bedroom, she sets the jar onto the night table. She turns around, staring at the slightly ajar door, waiting for him to enter their private space.
"Everyone's asleep", Fitz says as he walks into the bedroom. "Jo is taking off her clothes again. Do you think she's hot all the time?"
"Close the door, babe."
His brow crinkles and he slowly close the door. The sadness in her voice is a tell that something is wrong.
"What's the matter? " He asks, walking over to her side of the bed.
"This has been a difficult day – a difficult few weeks, babe", she says tiredly. "I just want some normal for a change."
"What happened?" Concern filling his voice.
"Mona's brother, Anthony, died this morning."
"I'm sorry to hear that. How is Mona doing?"
"She's devastated— of course. She and Tom are leaving for Texas in the morning."
"Is there anything they need — anything we can do?"
"No. It'll be a small funeral. Anthony didn't have a wife or children. I told Mona to take as much time as she needs — not to rush back to the foundation. I'll stop over while she's away to make sure Marcella is okay working alone. It just seems like it's one thing after another."
He takes the jar of cream from the night table and scoops a healthy amount with his fingers, preparing to massage her leg.
"You have to warm it first, babe", rubbing her hands together to demonstrate how to heat the expensive cream. He nods then rubs the cream between his hands until it melts like heated butter.
"Now rub it on. My feet ache so much - and they're swollen."
"You have to wear sensible shoes, Liv."
He glides the cream up and down her leg, kneading the calf muscles before working his way down to her feet. With thumbs pressing on her heel, he kneads the entire heel, then her ankle.
"Mmm - that feels so good."
With hand balled into a fist, he massages the ball of her foot, rolling his knuckles back-and-forth.
"You missed your calling, babe. You should become a masseur."
"You'd be okay with me doing this to other women?" Slowly sliding his hands up her thigh.
"Don't go there", swatting away the hand. "Back to my feet, mister."
"I just want to make sure you're relaxed all over", pressing his lips to her knee.
"Don't forget the toes, babe."
He kneads her toes, gently pulling each one.
"That feels so good. Now - do the other foot."
He dips his fingers in the jar again and warms the cream the way she showed him.
"I'm fat, Fitz", she says in a pouty tone.
"You're pregnant - with twins. You're my babies' momma." She rolls her eyes because she hates when he tries to use street talk.
"I'm fat. I can no longer see my feet when I'm standing."
"Dr. Perry said your weight gain is normal. He said you can expect to gain up to 50 plus pounds by the time you're ready to deliver."
The tears stream down her face and she is crying uncontrollably.
"Hey - hey - what's the matter? What's wrong?"
"I no longer recognize my body. The stretch marks - varicose veins - hemorrhoids. I won't be the same, Fitz."
"I love your body. I love you. I love your hemorrhoids."
"Your being silly", slapping him lightly on the shoulder.
"I am being serious. You will always be my beautiful Livvie", kissing her fat foot.
"I can't buy bigger clothes fast enough. I can't stop eating. These babies are growing so fast."
"That's a good thing", massaging her leg again.
"It's a good thing that I need bigger clothes?"
"It's a good thing that you're making sure our babies are healthy. They need you, Liv."
She smiles because he always knows how to calm her down when she is overreacting.
"Babe."
"Hmm?" Kneading her ankle.
"Mona said she and Anthony were raised in foster homes. I never knew. She thinks that's why Anthony was so unstable."
"That wouldn't be surprising, Liv. When children have horrible things happen to them – it can impact their entire life."
"I'm having lunch with Marion tomorrow to discuss the program. I want to see if I can learn why she and Ben are no longer together."
"Stay out of it, Liv. This is between Ben and Marion."
She rolls her eyes. She thinks Ben and Marion belong together and she is going to do whatever she can to make that happen.
XXX
Waiting patiently for her lunch date to arrive, Marion sits in the booth of their favorite restaurant for lunch, scrolling through the list of work email. Since she is no longer seeing Ben, she has more time to dedicate to work. She finalized the plan for Olivia's program one month earlier than scheduled, and she is getting a jump start on restructuring the city's health departments, which is long overdue. It is going to take a lot of work, but she does not mind putting in the extra hours now that she no longer works for Mayor Wilson.
"Marion – I am so sorry I'm late. I got caught up in traffic on the way here." Marion smiles, thinking Olivia is always late for their lunch dates.
"No worries. Sit down - catch your breath." Olivia looks at the booth and frowns. There is no way she can squeeze into the tight space. "What's the matter, Olivia?"
"Can we sit at a table today? I can no longer fit in the booth", she says somewhat embarrassed.
"Of course," Marion replies, looking around the dining room for their server.
Now seated at a roomier table, Olivia and Marion quickly give the server their lunch order. They always order the same entrees when they come to the restaurant.
"Have you and Fitz decided on names for the babies?"
"Not yet. So much has been going on – we haven't had time to really think about names. Although - I kind of like Sky for the girl and Fitzgerald for the boy – of course. But my husband hates his name. He says with a name like Fitzgerald – our son will get beat up on the playground every day."
Marion chuckles. "I'm sure you two will figure it out. You still have a few months", reaching into her portfolio and pulling out a folder.
"Here is the complete plan for rolling out the program. I ran it by a few people and they all think it's a solid plan."
"I am so excited", taking the folder from Marion's hand.
"By the time school reopens in September - the program should be up and running. Families will be able to take their children to a neighborhood clinic for treatment and ongoing testing for lead poisoning."
"That's terrific, Marion. This could not have happened without you."
"It was your idea, Olivia. I just pulled together a few of my resources. By the way - I love working with Mona and Marcella. Those ladies are fantastic. They are as dedicated to families having safe and clean water to drink as you are. You left the foundation in good hands."
"I know. I don't think I could've taken this position at Bryson's if Mona hadn't agreed to stay on and manage things. She's a godsend."
"Your entrees", the server says as she carefully sets a plate in front of each lady.
"Thank you. May I have another iced tea?" Olivia asks politely. She knows she will be in the bathroom all evening, but right now she does not care.
"Of course," the server replies with a smile. "Another cola for you, ma'am?" Looking at Marion.
"Yes, please. Thank you."
"So - what else is going on? Have you and Fitz had any luck finding Asha's family?" Olivia sighs and sets her fork on the side of the plate.
"It's all a mess, Marion. The grandmother showed up at the house - she's an awful person. We couldn't let Asha go with her – and frankly - she was fine with that", giving the abridged version of the story.
"That's a shame. Asha is lucky to have you and Fitz in her life. Many children in her situation would end up in foster care", taking a sip of the soft drink. Olivia sighs, not sure if she should their plans for Asha, but she does.
"Maura and Gerry are going to take Asha — raise her as their own."
"Really?" Marion exclaims, not trying to hide her shock.
"Raising someone else's child is difficult, Marion – regardless of the circumstances. I know what I'm about to say will sound horrible – but I often wonder if Asha would be living with us if Kelly had died elsewhere."
Marion gives Olivia a questioning look and waits for her to continue.
"Kelly and I worked for the same company and she died while we were at work. I was notified because Deanna – the administrative assistant – knew that Cee and Asha are friends. But Asha has other friends."
"I see", Marion says.
"Marion - things have not been the same since Asha came to live with us", Olivia continues carefully. She does not want another person to judge her for not wanting to keep Asha.
"Kelly is the one who is at fault here, Olivia. Your family shouldn't have to pay for her poor decisions."
"It's more complicated than that, Marion ", unwilling to share anything about Kelly's rape.
"I'm sure it is. There is always a story behind why someone turns to drugs. Regardless of the reason, using drugs was still Kelly's choice."
"I feel like I'm being judged whenever I say that I don't want to raise Asha."
"Have you considered talking to your pastor?"
"We haven't been to church since Kelly's funeral. Fitz thinks it would be too traumatic for Asha. I really miss going to church."
The women eat in silence for a few minutes before Olivia continues. She feels like she is in a safe space where she can share her feelings about not wholeheartedly embracing Asha.
"I finally realized why I am not close to Asha – at least not the way Fitz does. He has always been a natural at parenting. I've always had to work a little harder at it. But when I got the hang of it - I loved it - I love being a mother. I love watching my girls grow. I love teaching them new things and seeing how they respond to what they've learned. I love seeing a bit of Fitz and me unfold in their appearance and personality every day."
Marion nods.
"I had nine months to bond with Cee and Jo before they graced us with their presence. I nursed my babies. I sat up with them at night when they were ill. I remember their first teeth and their first steps. I remember the first time they called me mommy. On the other hand - my experience with Asha is limited to sleepovers. I hope you don't think I'm an awful person."
"I think you're being honest – and frankly – that is refreshing. Olivia - you have every right to your feelings. The worst thing you can do is to keep Asha in a home where she is not loved or wanted."
Olivia frowns. "I care for Asha, Marion", she says somewhat defensively.
"I know – but you cannot give her what she needs – what she deserves - and that's okay. But let's be clear – what you're talking about is not about biology – it's about choice. Every day – people choose to raise other people's children that are not their own. Then there are those biological parents who don't give a damn about their own children. Olivia - I spent my entire childhood trying to devise ways to make my biological mother and father love me. At a young age – I realized there wasn't anything I could do to make them want me. They chose anything and everything except me."
"I didn't know, Marion. I'm sorry", Olivia says softly.
"Well – it's not a story I want to run around re-telling", chuckling mirthlessly. Olivia nods with understanding.
"Marion - I don't want to make the sacrifices it will take to raise someone else's child. I just don't want to do it."
"It's as important to know what you don't want as it is to know what you do want."
"Thank you, Marion. I appreciate your objectivity. Ben took Jo to the zoo. I don't know what they did – but she was knocked out when he bought her home. She slept throughout the night."
Marion nods. She was wondering how long it take for Olivia to bring up Ben.
"I won't pretend I don't know that you and Ben are no longer seeing each other. Ben is a good man, Marion. I know how deeply he cares for you."
"I know Ben is a good man, Olivia. He just isn't good for me."
"Marion - I'm sure the two of you can work things out. You're perfect for each other. Maybe Fitz and I will give a party - to celebrate the program launch. I'll invite Ben."
"Olivia - I know you mean well - but please stop."
"Marion –"
Olivia - stop - please. It's over between Ben and me. I won't waste my time hoping that someday Ben will love me for me. You of all people can appreciate that. You know how deeply Fitz loves you - everyone knows. The man shows it all the time. You never have to wonder if he is looking at someone else in the room."
Olivia narrows her eyes at the odd comment.
"I won't settle, Olivia. I hope you and I can remain friends - but I'll understand if you feel otherwise."
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Thinking about her lunch with Marion, Olivia starts her nightly routine with little to know interest. She is disappointed that she was not able to convince Marion to give Ben another chance.
"How was your lunch with Marion?" Fitz ask as he unfastens his watch and tosses it onto the night table.
"It's over between her and Ben", not bothering to offer more information. Fitz shakes his head because he knows she did not take his advice to stay out of Ben and Marion's business. "Remember – I'm meeting with Grayson tomorrow."
"Don't you mean Gray?" Trying to lighten her mood, but she rolls her eyes and shifts to the topic he does not want to discuss.
"Why won't you see my perspective on safe injection sites? Why won't you see that opening these sites will save lives?"
"You don't want me to see your perspective — you want me to agree with you and Gray", climbing into bed and adjusting the pillow behind his neck.
"You do agree that the drug epidemic is a problem that's affecting too many families in the city?
"Just because I agree doesn't mean I want to spend my time and political capital on the problem."
"Why not?"
"Because it's a rat's nest and there's no simple solution. Besides — I have other priorities."
"Like what? What could be more important than saving families— keeping families together?"
"I don't want to get into this, Liv."
"Why not?"
"Because it's going to result in an argument — and I don't want to fight with my pregnant wife tonight."
"We can discuss topics on which we disagree without fighting."
"But not tonight. Good night", pecking her on the lips.
"Fitz", she whines.
"Goodnight, Mrs. Grant. I have a salon appointment in the morning", smiling as he turns off his lamp.
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Dressed in his signature attire, which includes a black short-sleeved compression tee shirt, black paints, and black shoes, James stops blowing drying his client's hair when he sees the yummy Fitzgerald Grant enter the salon with the two little girls and an older, but still somewhat attractive woman. He assumes the woman is his mother. He pushes the large black-framed eyeglasses up the bridge of his nose as Fitz walks toward his styling station.
"James", Fitz says flatly as he extends a handshake.
"Council President Grant — it's so good to see you again", James says, smiling broadly.
"You as well. And call me Fitz. This is my mother, Maura Grant", he says in a businesslike tone.
"A pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Grant Number One", shaking the woman's hand lightly.
"It's good to meet you - too, James."
"You must allow me style your hair one day. I can work wonders."
"That's so kind of you", Maura says, glancing at the array of silver bangles and bracelets on James' wrist. She is not quite sure how to interact with the man. There is no one in her social circle quite like him.
"James — Olivia said she instructed you how to style the girls' hair."
"Indeed - she did. Such a bossy one – isn't she?" James chuckles. "I already know what to do for this little beauty - we have a history together. Hello, Cena", waving the blow dryer at the little girl.
"Hi", she says softly, remembering the noisy blow dryer from last time her mommy brought her to the salon.
"And who is this beauty?" Eyeing a timid-looking Asha. She has never been to a salon. Her mommy always braided her hair at home.
"This is Asha", Fitz says.
"Hello, Asha. Are you ready for a new hair-do today?" Feeling her braids.
Asha stares up at James with eyes wide, staring at the blow dryer.
"I would like to watch how you do Asha's hair. I need to learn how to do it."
James looks at the woman curiously and nods.
"We better get started. We have a lot of work to do and so little time", assessing the girls' hair again. "Tamika — take the girls to the back and prep them for the shampoo and a deep — deep conditioner."
"Come on, girls. Let's get started", Tamika, the shampoo girl, says. Cena and Asha look up at Fitz for permission to go with the stranger.
"Go with Tamika to get your hair shampooed. I'll come back there in a few minutes."
"I'll go with them", Maura chimes in, quickly following Tamika and the girls to the back of the salon.
Fitz watches as his family walks away then he returns his attention to James. James smiles, pushing the eyeglasses up the bridge of his nose again.
"James — Cena only needs a trim. I don't want you to cut too much", thinking about the pixie cut he gave Olivia several months.
"Of course, Fitz. I know what you like." Fitz' face turns an odd shade of red and James smiles to himself. He enjoys teasing straight men.
"Why don't you have a seat, Fitz — make yourself comfortable. You're going to be here for a while. There is a drink bar over there – coffee – tea – juices - water", pointing his comb in the direction of the bar across the room.
"Thank you – but I'm going to check on the girls."
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Asha sits quietly at the farmhouse table listening to everyone laugh and talk about her and Cena's visit to the salon. She feels different. She feels like she is changing. This morning she walked into the salon with the braids her mother styled for her, but she walked out with a totally new hair style.
"You girls look absolutely beautiful. James did a fantastic job", Olivia says, looking back and forth between the girls as she admires James' handiwork.
"Mommy – you should've seen Asha when Miss Tamika shampooed her hair. She was too scared to lay back in the hair. Grams had to help her then she was okay. Right Asha?
"Asha - did you like getting your hair shampooed?" Olivia asks. Asha nods her head up and down because she thinks that is what she is supposed to do. Fitz smiles at the little girl.
"Mommy – Mr. James said he wants daddy to bring Asha and me back again. Right daddy?"
"Really?" Olivia says, looking at her husband.
"Why is she doing this, Liv? She never wants keep her clothes lately." Fitz frowns as his Angel tries to remove her top.
"It's just a phase, babe. Don't make a big deal of it — she'll stop soon."
"Nudity in the house is one thing — I'm afraid she'll do it in public. You can't take it for granted that she'll keep her clothes on because she's in public."
Cena giggles.
"What's so funny, Princess?"
"You said granted, daddy. That's our name. I'm a Grant."
"You certainly are", tapping his daughter on her nose.
"Ben said she kept her clothes on while they were at the zoo. Our baby is a free spirit. Right, Jo?" Covering the toddler's face with kisses.
"Well – free spirit or not – she needs to keep her clothes on."
"Tell daddy you don't like being constrained by clothes or anything else", Olivia says, squeezing Jolie's fat cheek and she squeals with laughter.
"It's okay for her to be a free spirit at home — but what if she removes her clothes while we're in public — while we're at the farm for God's sake?"
"Then she'll start a trend", looking over at Asha.
Asha has been quiet all evening. She has hardly touched her dinner, not even the corn on the cob Fitz cooked especially for her.
"Asha - is something wrong? Are you all right?"
Tears the size of her big brown eyes roll down her cheeks, bringing the playful banter to a halt. Everyone stares at the visibly upset little girl and Asha looks up at Olivia and the floodgates open. Fitz starts to stand but Olivia places her hand on his arm, halting his movement. She needs to handle this. She stands from the bench seat, walks over to Asha, and places the back of her hand on the little girl's forehead and tear-stained cheek. Fitz looks on with concern.
"Asha - baby, what's the matter? Don't you feel well?"
Asha shakes her head from side to side.
"You don't seem to have a fever. How about we go upstairs and get you comfortable. Okay?"
"I'll come with you", Fitz says, already on his feet.
"I got this, babe. You stay down her with Cee and Jo."
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For the past 20 minutes Olivia has been sitting on the side of the bathtub waiting for Asha to tell her she is ready to get up. She feels the little girl's forehead again and Asha looks at her with tear-filled eyes.
"Does your tummy still hurt?" Olivia asks with genuine concern as she brushes her hand over the little girl's cheek. Asha shakes her head no.
"Okay — let's get up and wash your hands. I'll give you a sip of ginger ale and tuck you in bed."
As Asha stands on her tippy toes washing her hands under the warm running water, the tears begin to flow again.
"Asha — baby — what's wrong? Can you tell GoGo what's the matter— what hurts?"
Asha looks up at Olivia with tear-filled eyes and places her tiny hand over her heart. She does not have the language to express her pain.
"Oh — baby", Olivia says, picking up the little girl and holding her close. Asha wraps her arms around Olivia's neck and lay her head on her shoulder.
"I miss my mommy", her tiny voice quivers with sadness.
"Oh, baby. I know. I know", carrying Asha to the bedroom. Olivia sits on the bed and Asha immediately cuddles close to her side.
"Of course - you miss your mommy", not sure if she is talking to Asha or herself, maybe both. "When your heart hurts I want you to come tell me - okay?" Asha nods her head. "You can tell Baaba - too."
"He's gonna think that I'm a baby like JoJo", starting to cry again.
"Aw - baby that's not true. Come here – come sit on my lap", rocking the little girl and the tears stopping falling.
"GoGo?"
"Yes, baby."
"Will my mommy be mad if she knew I like living here?"
"Of course not, sweetheart. Your mommy only wants you to be happy."
"I like living with you and Baaba and Cena and JoJo." Olivia closes her eyes thinking about the agreement they made with Maura and Gerry.
"And we love having you here with us", kissing the top of Asha's head. Asha wraps her arm over Olivia's protruding belly and snuggles closer to her side.
"GoGo."
"Yes, sweetheart?"
"Do you think my mommy would like my new hair? It felt funny when the man blow hot air on it. Cena was laughing so hard when I closed my eyes."
"Your mommy would love your hair very much. Do you like it?"
Asha smiles and nods her head up and down.
"I'm glad that you like it. Are you feeling better?"
A slight smile forms on Asha's lips and she nods her head up and down.
"GoGo?" Peeking up at Olivia through her thick eyelashes.
"Yes, baby."
"Can me and you make chocolate chip cookies one day?"
"Of course - we can. Of course."
Asha smiles brightly.
"Time to get under the covers and get some sleep."
"Good night, GoGo."
"Goodnight, baby."
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As Olivia walks down the hall to their bedroom, she admonishes herself for not being more sensitive to the frightened six-year-old who wants her mommy more than anything else in the world. She walks into the bedroom and close the door.
"How is she? Does her tummy still hurt?"
"It wasn't her stomach, babe – it's her heart. Her little heart is breaking. She misses her mommy. She misses Kelly", sitting on the bed next to him.
Fitz expels a heavy sigh and sets the tablet on his night table. Guilt and doubt about sending Asha to live with his parents is resurfacing.
"Should I go check on her?"
"She's sleeping now", she says softly.
"Do we need to get her professional help?"
"Maybe —I'm not sure", running her fingers through her hair. "Asha needs to remember her mother, babe."
"What are you thinking?" Rubbing his hand up and down her arm.
"I don't know – but we have to find ways to keep Kelly alive for her. We can't let her forget her mother.
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Fitz has been up since the crack of dawn, preparing for the big day. He whistles as he looks in the mirror combing his hair. He got a haircut, so he adds more mousse to stiffen the curls. Olivia frowns thinking he is adding too much.
"I know what you're going to look like when you get older. You're going to have a mane of white hair like your father", watching him comb his hair as she tugs on her skirt.
"Don't forget, Ty is arriving today. He's joining us for lunch", walking into the bathroom to wash his hands. Olivia remains silent as she buttons the blouse.
"Liv – did you hear me?" Standing in the doorway drying his hands on the towel.
"Of course - I heard you, Fitz", trying to control her annoyance. "I'll be back after my meeting with Gray and the team."
"Do you have to meet with them today? Can't you reschedule?"
"This is my work, Fitz. I can't just drop everything because Ty Granger is coming to Church Falls."
He sighs with frustration. He is tired of the snide remarks about his friend.
"Liv."
"I'll be back in time for lunch. I promise", pecking him on the lips.
XXX
Dressed in navy blue dress pants and a powder blue button-down shirt, Fitz walks down the long staircase carrying Jolie in his arms. He glances at his watch; he is running behind schedule because his Angel removed all of her clothes while she was playing in her room and he had to find her another outfit to wear. When he reaches the bottom of the staircase, he is greeted by two pairs of eyes gawking at him.
"What's the matter?" Looking down at the confused faces.
"Are you going to work?" Cena asks softly.
"Who's going to watch us?" Asha chimes in.
"No – I'm not going to work. Why would you ask that?"
"Because you have on real clothes. You never wear real clothes unless you're going to work."
"We're having company today. Don't you remember I told you my friend from California is coming for a visit today?"
"Oh", the two girls say in unison.
"C'mon, Baaba – you said we can help you make lunch."
He stands Jolie on the floor then glances down at his watch before walking into the kitchen. He grabs one of the aprons hanging on the hook by the pantry and pulls it over his head. He does not want to ruin his clothes before Ty arrives.
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Careful to adhere to the posted speed limit of 25 miles per hours, the driver patiently navigates the long black limousine through the neighborhood lined stately homes and all sorts of flowering trees. The police in these wealthy small towns are fiendish about enforcing the speed limit. He glances in the rearview mirror at his passenger, who has been talking on his cell phone since they left the airport. Based on what he could hear, the driver concludes the passenger is some sort of businessman.
"That's a beautiful house, the driver says as he snakes the car up and around the long driveway.
Ty looks up from his cell phone and smiles when he sees the black Porsche parked in front of the garage. Fitz has always liked fast cars. He stuffs the phone in his jacket pocket and instructs the driver when to return before exiting the car. He glances around the property, admiring the stunning landscape, then walks up the wide concrete steps. He bends to pick up a small red ball before ringing the doorbell.
XXX
"Baaba — somebody's ringing the bell."
"Our guest has arrived. Keep stirring the batter while I answer the door. I'll be back shortly", quickly wiping his hands on the blue and white striped kitchen towel. Asha and Cena nod. Jolie nods her head, too.
His smile broadens when he opens the door and sees his old friend standing outside holding a large bouquet of flowers.
"You old salty dog — you shouldn't have." The two men embrace in a warm bear hug.
"Those are for, Olivia — a peace offering."
"Get in here. Liv has a meeting this morning — she'll be back for lunch", leading Ty up the hall toward the family room.
"Nice digs", Ty says, glancing around as he follows his friend up the hall.
"You finally found your way back to Church Falls. Did you have a good flight?"
"I always have a good flight. The benefits of owning a private jet", staring up at the gallery wall that chronicles the evolution of Fitz and Olivia's marriage. He studies the wedding pictures, remembering the day clearly. The couple could not stop grinning at each other.
"Having a private jet must be nice", standing next to his friend who is an inch or so taller than him.
"It certainly is. If I'd known we were playing dress up I would've brought my momma's apron", laughing at the apron hanging around Fitz's neck.
Fitz looks down at the apron, pulls then pulls it over his head, and places it on the arm of his chair
"Have a seat", motioning his hand to the chair. "Can I get you something to drink — iced tea – lemonade?"
"I guess it's too early for bourbon", Ty says, sitting down on the comfortable sofa.
"It is — even for you", Fitz says sitting in the chair across from his friend.
"How's Olivia? I see you two are still making babies. You're posting pictures all over Facebook. It seems like you're going get those five children after all."
Fitz smirks and crosses his legs. "Liv is doing well. We're due in December."
"So how is this politics thing going for you? Are you mayor — now?"
"President of the City Council — and it's going fine. We're on hiatus until September."
"I see. So how long are you going to play politician? This ain't you. You're a lawyer — a businessman — a dang good one I might add."
"I love my job, Ty. I like helping people", giving his standard response.
"You forget — I know you, Grant. Don't give me that hogwash. You don't have to give up your business to help people. Hell - I donate millions to causes every year."
Fitz smiles because Ty does know him almost better than anyone. They have experienced a lot life together.
"Honestly - I've been considering giving up politics and staying at home to raise the children."
"Stay at home? Have you lost your mind? What the hell has happened to you? Where the hell is that competitive – kick-ass drive? Why the hell are you walking around here wearing aprons like some mansy-pansy? Did the crash do this to you? Did it mess up your head? You told me you were fine."
"I guess – in a sense – the crash precipitated the thinking – but there were other factors."
"That fuckin' nut better be glad he lost his head in that crash - 'cause I would've had a few guys ready to take it off for him."
"It's over, Ty."
"No one can pull shit like that and expect to live. You know that."
Fitz shakes his head because Ty always liked to get into bar brawls.
"So - what the hell does Olivia have to say about this new man of hers – about this insanity?"
"Liv will support whatever I want to do", Fitz replies smugly.
"Is that right? Olivia is a successful executive who still owns a foundation. Do you think she wants to be married to a poor substitute for a housekeeper?
"I'm raising my children, Ty — spending quality time with them."
"Take them on a vacation. Spend quality time with them for a month in Europe or somewhere — but don't drop out of the game. They won't be kids forever."
"I won't do it forever", he says in defense, although he has not fully thought out the idea.
"Olivia didn't marry a house-husband – she married a renowned business negotiator. She didn't sign up for this shit. And if she says she supports this nonsense – then she ain't being honest. You better get your act together Grant or you're going to lose your wife."
Fitz shakes his head again.
"You're going to have four kids around here — all under the age of six."
"Seven – actually under the age of eight. Cena turns seven in November."
"Seven– nine – ten – who the hell cares? The point is you're gonna have a helluva a lot of children running around here and you think you can do everything yourself. That dog won't hunt."
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Cena is in hot pursuit of her sister, but she is not fast enough because Jolie is standing in the middle of the family room wearing nothing more than a wide smile.
"Lordy — she's as naked as a jay bird. We kin see clear to the promised land!" Ty says, grinning from ear to ear.
Fitz turns around to see what has captured Ty's attention and his eyes nearly pop from his head when he sees his baby girl revealing everything the Good Lord gave her. He is on his feet immediately and Jolie takes off running around the room.
"Come back, Jo", Cena calls out.
"We tried to stop her daddy — but she's too fast", Cena says holding Jolie's discarded clothes in her hand.
"Baaba — JoJo won't keep her clothes on", Asha yells out of breath as she runs into the room, carrying Jolie's shoes and socks.
"Jolie", Fitz yells, and Jolie laughs hysterically.
Ty expels a deep belly laugh as he watches his friend and the two little girls try to corner the toddler. Never in his wildest dreams would he have imagined the world's top corporate negotiator would be playing house husband and chasing a naked toddler around the house. The scene is hilarious.
"I'm sorry, Ty — I'll be with you in a minute."
"Don't worry about me —I'm enjoying the view", Ty cries, doubled over with laughter.
"Baaba — she's over there", Asha yells, pointing to the large potted ficus plant. Bowtie runs into the room barking, which adds to the commotion and Ty's entertainment.
"Oh no — you have a dog - too? This is priceless", leaning back in the chair and swiping the tears from his face.
Fitz finally corners Jolie, who is hiding behind the potted plant, and scoops her up into his arms. He carries his naked daughter over to the sofa and Cena and Asha give him Jolie's clothes as he sits down. Cena and Asha stare at the stranger.
"I'm sorry, Ty – Jo is going through a phase."
"She is a natural one – ain't she?"
"Ty — this is Cena - and this is Asha", nodding in the direction of the two older girls as he begins to re-dress his Angel.
"I recognize Cena from your Facebook postings. Hello, little darlins", leaning forward in the chair and smiling at the girls. Cena and Asha over look at Fitz.
"Say hello to my, friend – Mr. Granger."
"Hi", Cena and Asha say in unison.
"Daddy – we have to finish making lunch."
"Right. You can relax here, Ty — while I get lunch ready", standing with Jolie tucked under his arm like a football.
"You mean you cook — too? I wouldn't miss this for the world. Mellie complained you couldn't boil water."
"Who's Mellie?" Cena asks, looking up at her father for an answer.
"Nobody", he says, walking toward the kitchen.
"Are you girls hungry? I'm as hungry as a prospector's mule", Ty says, trying to distract the little girl from him unguarded comment. His daddy always said he was a blabbermouth.
Cena laughs.
"You talk funny", Asha says, staring up at the tall man.
"Do I – now?" Smiling as he follows Fitz into the kitchen. "With all these children running around here, you're going to need a bigger house, Grant."
"We're not going anywhere", setting a fully clothed Jolie in the highchair.
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Cena and Asha watch Ty slide off his jacket and toss it on the back of one of the barstools. They are fascinated by the stranger. They have never heard anyone talk like him.
How can I help?" Glancing around the cozy kitchen.
"You're our guest. You don't work", Fitz says.
"I want to help. Do I get one of those pretty little aprons you were wearing?"
Asha points to the row of aprons hanging on the hook across the room.
"Thank you, Lil darlin'", tapping Asha on the nose as he goes to retrieve an apron. "I think I'll take this yella one."
Asha covers her mouth, trying to suppress her laugh.
"What do y'all need me to do?" Pulling the apron over his head.
"Are you sure you want to do this? You don't have to", Fitz replies as he takes the fixings for the salad from the refrigerator.
"You know I never do anything I don't want to do", rolling up his shirt sleeves to his elbows
"All right", Fitz concedes. "Why don't you start chopping the carrots. Wait — do you even know how to chop vegetables?"
"No — but I'm willing to learn", Ty says, reaching for the chef's knife.
"I think you better start with something a little less dangerous. I don't want you to lose any fingers. Spread the butter and garlic on the bread. We're having garlic toast." Ty nods and reaches for the bread, causing Cena to speak up.
"Mommy said we must always wash our hands before cooking."
Fitz smiles and Asha looks at the stranger and nods her head up in down.
"Then I better do what mommy says", looking at Fitz who motions his head toward the old copper farmhouse sink.
With hands washed and dried, he holds up his hands so Cena can inspect them. She nods with approval. Ty smiles, thinking she may have her daddy's eyes, but she is definitely her momma's daughter.
XXX
After lunch, the girls go upstairs to take a nap while the two friends wind down their visit. Ty rolls down his sleeves as he walks over to the barstool to get his jacket.
"Well, G, this has been fun – but I have to get going. Tell Olivia I'm sorry I missed her",
"Her meeting must've gone longer than expected. How much longer are you in town?"
"Just a few more days. I have to get up to Seattle – meet with a few local officials."
"Come back tomorrow and have dinner with us. Liv really wants to see you."
"Are you sure about that?"
"I'm positive."
"Then I'll be back tomorrow for dinner. We can find time to talk a little business."