Chapter 71. Back to Us
As Olivia fires off the text to confirm her meeting with Gray, she wonders how they will get their plan for safe injection sites in front of council for a vote. They need a council member to sponsor the plan as a resolution. The team thinks it is a slam-dunk, a no-brainer; after all, Olivia is married to the president of city council. Surely she can convince her husband to support a resolution that will help so many people who are struggling with addiction. Olivia shakes her head thinking the team could not be more wrong. Convincing her husband to initiate the resolution is far from a slam dunk; Fitz wants no part of it. He is not willing to spend his political capital on controversial legislation that will generate nothing but outrage from the community. No one wants that kind of facility in their neighborhood.
Olivia sighs as she drops the phone into her purse then reaches for the glass of lemon-flavored seltzer water. Even if they could convince a council member to sponsor the resolution, getting the council president to sign it so it takes legal effect will be an uphill battle.
Bringing the black eco-friendly straw to her mouth, she smiles as the businessmen wheeling and dealing over lunch sneak peeks at the attractive and immaculately dressed woman following the hostess across the dining room. Marion is quite stunning; in fact, she is what some would call a classic beauty. It is no surprise men of all stripes fall over themselves when she enters a room. Any man would be lucky to have her.
Slowly twisting the straw in the seltzer water, Olivia wonders once again why things did not work out with Marion and Ben. She thought they were perfect for each other. After dating for a short while, they quickly became inseparable. They even vacationed together, which is a test for any relationship. As her lunch date approaches their table, Olivia thinks about the cryptic remark Marion made the last time they met: You don't ever have to worry about if Fitz is looking at someone else in the room, or something to that effect. Was she accusing Ben of having a wandering eye? The Ben she knows will never disrespect a woman in that way. There must be more to the story, but she will not bring up the subject today. She will respect Marion's wishes and not probe any further.
"Enjoy your lunch, ladies. Your server will be over shortly," the hostess says with a polite smile as she sets the oversized menus on the edge of the table before walking away.
"Don't look surprised — I know I'm usually the one who's late," Olivia says, as she attempts to stand and greet her friend.
"Don't get up," Marion says, placing her hand on Olivia's shoulder as she bends down to peck her friend on the cheek. "I'm always delighted to see you, Olivia — no matter who arrives first."
Marion sets her designer purse and a small gift bag on one of the three empty chairs before settling into her seat.
"I hope you don't mind — but I got a table for four instead of a booth. This stomach of mine just takes up so much space these days," Olivia says, rubbing her protruding belly.
"Don't be ridiculous - you look wonderful by the way."
"You look terrific. You're turning a lot of heads today," Olivia smiles as she glances around the dining room.
"How are you doing? How have you been since I saw you last?" Dismissing the compliment.
"Marion - my life feels like an unending bad soap opera. I just want some normal."
"What do you mean?"
"Nope — were not doing that today. I am not going to dump my problems on you. I did that the last time. I want you to hear some good news. What has you looking so terrific? You are literally beaming."
A huge smile spread over Marion's face and she leans forward as if she is going to tell Olivia a secret.
"Can I get you ladies something to drink?" The waiter asks, and Marion sits back in her seat.
"I'll have an iced tea — unsweetened - please," Olivia says, smiling politely at the young waiter.
"I'll have the same," Marion says.
"Two iced teas coming right up," the waiter says before turning to leave.
"Spill. What has you glowing?"
Marion's eyes brighten and her ruby-stained lips stretch into a huge smile. The usually cool and composed doctor can hardly contain herself. She has wanted to share her good news with someone, but unfortunately there is no one else to tell except Olivia. Olivia smiles as the words tumble out Marion's mouth, thinking Marion sounds like her Cena who talks really fast when she is excited.
"I got a new job. I'm the new CEO of Bangor Healthcare. They manage over 30 medical facilities. I'm moving to Seattle."
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Gerry Grant's placid face immediately shifts into a scowl when he opens the front door and sees his son the cardiologist standing before him. He sucks his teeth in disgust then turns and stomps down the hall. He is not interested in being preached to by another one of his self-righteous children.
"Hello to you — too," Bennie says sarcastically as he enters the foyer, closing the door behind him. His father can be vicious, doubling down on his position, when he feels threatened or trapped.
Making his way down the hall toward the room where his father has retreated, Bennie stops short of entering the family room and frowns. It is early afternoon and the drapes are closed tight, not a ray of sunlight can enter the room. Since he was a young boy his mother always opened the drapes when she came downstairs in the morning. He glances over at his father sitting in his favorite chair with legs crossed. He is reading, or pretending to read, the newspaper. The small lamp on the table next time him provides the only light in the room.
"If you came here to preach to me about my business activities then you can leave. I don't want to hear it," Gerry says in a tone dripping with bitterness.
"Where's mom?" Ben asks, slowly walking into the dimly lit room.
"What do you want, Bennie? Did Fitzgerald run blabbing to you — expressing his faux outrage?"
"I met with Fitz and John. What the hell were you thinking, dad?"
"Don't give me that holier-than-thou attitude - look down your nose at me. I'm trying to save this country. I'm trying to—"
"I don't give a damn about your warped views or those of your acolytes. What the hell were you thinking getting involved with Charlie Barber? The man was running against Fitz for council president."
"I never met the man. I don't engage with people like that."
"But you were working behind Fitz' back trying to get Charlie elected."
"Fitzgerald should've stayed out of politics. He has no idea how things really get done in this country. He should've continued running his business — being a negotiator — or whatever hell he does. Goddamn hypocrite," Gerry mutters under his breath.
"Is that all you have to say — Fitz shouldn't have gotten involved in politics? That man tried to kill your son and Liv. He tried to kill your grandchildren for God's sake."
With face beet red, Gerry slams the newspaper onto the table, almost toppling the small lamp. He glares at his son with steely, cold eyes. He is tired of being pilloried by his family. He is not the bad guy.
"Do you think for one minute I would've gotten involved with that lunatic if I'd known he'd try that shit? The man was obviously deranged."
"Bennie - I thought I heard voices down here," Maura says, walking into the room.
Bennie is surprised to see how tired and drawn his mother looks. In just two weeks she has gone from being energetic and upbeat to someone he hardly recognizes. He pecks her on the cheek and gives her hand a reassuring squeeze.
"Sit down, mom," escorting his mother over to the sofa. "How are you doing?"
"Bennie — I need you to speak with Olivia. She'll listen to you. Your relationship is special."
"Mom —"
"Tell her Asha will be safe here. Tell her —"
"It's over, Maura. Let it go," Gerry growls, causing his wife's head to snap in the direction of her husband of 45 years and spew out her hurt and disappointment.
"This is all your fault. You're the reason I lost Asha. You're a horrible person, Gerry."
"Don't act like you're innocent, Maura. You know who I am — what I do."
"Bennie — please - tell Olivia that Asha will be safe here. I'll see to it."
"Mom — Fitz won't have it. Not after —"
"Olivia never wanted, Asha. Fitzgerald is forcing her to keep her because he is angry with your father."
"Stop it, mom. Liv cares for Asha."
"But she doesn't want her - and I do. If you talk to Olivia then she will talk to Fitzgerald. He won't say no to her — he never does. Please, Bennie — you must do this for me."
Bennie hates seeing his mother so desperate and heartbroken, so he reluctantly relents and agrees to speak with Olivia.
"Okay — I'll talk to Liv. I'll see what I can do. But mom — don't get your hopes up," trying to manage her expectations.
"Thank you, Bennie. Thank you," staring at her youngest son with hope in her eyes.
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Although Olivia is happy about Marion's new job, she is sad her friend is moving to Seattle. Marion will always have a special place in her heart. She saved Fitz' life and cared for her children on that awful day on the mountain. She sighs as she sets her purse and gift bag on the foyer table then walks up the hall toward the family room. She cannot wait to put her feet up on the table. She is exhausted.
"Mommy - can you show us where to put Nevada? Daddy wants us to put all the western states on first," dangling the cut-out of The Silver State in her hand.
"But - we don't know where they go," Asha says.
"Where is daddy?" Olivia asks, glancing around the room littered with toys and books.
"He's working again," Cena says in a disapproving tone.
"He's always working. JoJo is with him - but he told us to play out here. Right, Cena?"
Cena nods her head up and down.
"I see," Olivia replies, as she walks over to the wall where Fitz hanged the map of the United States. He is teaching the girls about U.S. geography. She stares at the barely populated wall map. "Well — if I remember my geography correctly — Nevada should go right there," pointing to the empty space next to California.
Cena places the State of Nevada on the map, steps back, then smiles at her accomplishment.
"Daddy said there are 11 western states. He put them on the table and told us to put them on the map."
"Well — you better get busy - you have seven more to do," Olivia says, walking toward the kitchen with Asha following close behind her.
"It's not fun doing it without daddy," Cena says, plopping down on the sofa and sulks.
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Olivia frowns when she walks into the kitchen and sees the dishes from lunch are still piled in the sink. Fitz has not started dinner either. She yanks open the refrigerator trying to figure out what she can quickly prepare for dinner.
"GoGo."
"Yes, sweetheart," Olivia responds, trying to contain the anger that has been building over the past few weeks.
"Why don't Baaba want to play with us anymore?" Asha asks as she climbs onto the farmhouse bench.
"Baaba is just a little busy lately," Olivia says, closing the refrigerator door a little too hard. She does not feel like cooking tonight; she will order pizza for dinner.
"He wasn't busy before," Asha says, resting her chin on top of her hands and swinging her legs back and forth in boredom.
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Olivia looks down at her swollen feet as she rubs the expensive cream on her leg thinking maybe Fitz is right, maybe it is time she starts to wear flat shoes. She cannot wait until he comes upstairs so he can massage her feet. She will also have him massage the oils on her stomach that Marion made for her. Marion says the oils will help to diminish stretch marks.
"How was your lunch with Marion?" He asks, walking into the bedroom and sitting on the bed. He looks tired.
"Good. She's resigning her position as the city's Director of Health."
"What?" His mouth hanging open in surprise.
"She's taking a job in Seattle. She's the new CEO of Bangor Healthcare. It's a good opportunity but I'm really going to miss her."
"This sounds sudden."
"You know these things are never sudden, Fitz. Vetting for a job like that takes months."
"The mayor will have a tough time replacing a talent like Marion. When does she leave for Seattle?"
"Next month. She'll need time to find an apartment— get set up — before starting the new job in September."
"I guess that means she and Bennie are really done."
"I guess so," Olivia says, reaching for the bottle of oil Marion concocted for her.
"I'm going back down to the study to do more work," pecking her on the lips. "Get some sleep," he says, walking from the room and closing the door behind him.
Olivia stares at the closed door then down at her swollen feet thinking his preoccupation with punishing his father must end.
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Olivia moves from room to room resetting the downstairs living areas of their home. After everyone is asleep, she cleans the kitchen, including Bowtie's food and water bowls, making sure the kitchen is ready for the next morning's breakfast. She puts away the toys scattered around the family room, then gives the powder room a quick cleaning. It is the girls' favorite and most used bathroom in the house. This has become her routine over the past few weeks for keeping their home neat and tidy.
Satisfied the house is ready for the next day, she walks into the study and closes the door, gasping when she sees the sight before her. The desk is a mess, littered with papers, a couple of coffee mugs with stale coffee, and a half-eaten sandwich. Her husband usually maintains a meticulous workspace, often using the phrase a cluttered desk is a cluttered mind. From the looks of things, he has a lot on in his mind.
She does a quick sweep of the desk, stacking the papers and returning ink pens and highlighters to the tray in the center drawer. She will take the coffee mugs and plate to the kitchen when she is finished. Getting comfortable in the leather chair, she groans when she realizes she left her tablet in the kitchen. She opens Fitz' laptop and her eyes widen when she sees the extent to which he has gone to uncover his father's affiliations. She shakes her head then starts the video-conferencing app.
"Livvia — your father and I were saying earlier it's been too long since we've talked to you. How are you? How's Cena and Jolie and the twins?"
"Slow down, mom. Everyone is fine — except Jo. She is so bossy and gets into everything. I can't believe how different she is from Cee. I have to keep my eyes on her all the time."
"Jolie is fine. You were just like her at that age – getting into everything. Your father and I had to literally nail down certain things in the house."
"You're kidding. I don't remember that," Olivia says with surprise.
"Of course - you don't. This too shall pass, Livvia. What are you doing up this time of night? Is everything all right?"
"I love your head wrap, mom. I think I'm going to need a few of those. I can't do a thing with my hair these days."
"Your hair looks beautiful. It is getting long again. Stand up, baby - let me see you. Let me see how my grandbabies are growing."
Olivia stands from the chair and adjusts the laptop so her mother can get a good look at her protruding stomach.
"Goodness, Livvia — you've gotten so much bigger since we last talked. My grandbabies are really growing."
"I can't stop eating, mom. These babies are draining all my food," climbing back into the chair.
"You're carrying wide, Livvia. The babies are lying sideways," Gwendolyn says somewhat concerned. She knows if the babies do not turn their heads downward before Olivia delivers, her baby will need a Cesarean section.
"I know. My sides are sore from all the kicking."
"What is the doctor saying?"
"We have our next checkup in two weeks."
"Call me right away — after you leave his office. I want to know everything he says. Okay?"
"Okay. How's dad? Where is he?"
"He went to the store with Ashish. He's going to be upset he missed your call."
"I'll call back again when he's home. How are you doing mom? You look terrific — as usual."
"I'm doing well. I really enjoy teaching the children. They're so eager to learn. By the way — thank you for the shipment of books, the children can't stop reading them."
"I'm glad they're enjoying them," Olivia says, sighing as she stares at the photograph on the desk.
"What is it, Livvia? What's wrong? You seem upset," says the perceptive mother.
"Mom — it seems like Fitz and I can't get a break. It feels like the stars are aligned against us. Whenever I think we've gotten over one hurdle — another is placed in front of us."
"What happened, Livvia?"
"Fitz found out that Gerry is the leader — has been the leader - of some secret organization for over 30 years. They want to rule the world – or something ridiculous like that."
"Secret organization? Are you saying Gerry is some sort of mobster – a crime boss?"
"No — nothing like that - at least I don't think. He leads a group of uber wealthy businessmen who are intent on shaping the country in their image. They're involved in all kinds of schemes, mom: paying off politicians - donating ridiculous sums of money to get their candidates elected across the West Coast so they can control policy decisions. They're trying to privatize the city's police department. It's pretty incredible."
"Gerry Grant? Old doddering Gerry who gets down on all four and plays with the grandchildren?" Gwendolyn asks with incredulity.
"One in the same," Olivia says solemnly. "Fitz is so angry — he never wants to see his father again. He wants to take down his Gerry."
"Take him down? What does that even mean?"
"He wants Gerry to go to prison. He wants Gerry to pay for his actions."
Seemingly in deep thought, Gwendolyn slowly nods her head up and down.
"Mom — what is it? What are you thinking?"
"Livvia — I'm sure it's shocking —even painful - for Fitzgerald to learn his father is some sort of — of — well I don't even know what you call people like that. But …"
"But what?"
"Those things Gerry is involved in sound absolutely horrible — but Fitzgerald wanting to send his father to prison is a bit extreme. Is there something else going on? Did Gerry do something else to spark this kind of response from Fitzgerald?
"Fitz hasn't said anything else. Mom — I'm scared - if it gets out what Gerry has been doing — Fitz could be indicted. He could go to prison."
"Prison?" Gwendolyn screeches, now sitting on the edge of her seat. "What has Fitzgerald done?"
"He hasn't done anything — but the authorities and the citizens won't believe he didn't know what his father has been up to. He's trying to downplay the possibility— but I'm worried. I don't know what I'd do if he were to go to prison."
"Why is Fitzgerald poking the bear? If there is a possibility of him being accused of knowing about his father's actions — why doesn't he let it go? He has a family to think of. There's more to this, Livvia. Your father and I are coming home. We'll be on the first flight we can get out of Dakar."
"No — mom - that's not necessary — not yet. I'll let you know if I need you and dad to come back."
The corners of Gwendolyn mouth turn down. She does not like that those Grants are upsetting her pregnant daughter again.
"Are you feeling anxious, baby? Is all this Gerry business getting you upset?"
"I'm tired, mom. There's just so much going on. Because of Fitz' fight with his father — he doesn't want Asha to live with Maura and Gerry. He doesn't think his parents' home is a good environment for her."
"Livvia —"
"I'm now okay with that - really. I just feel sorry for Maura. She was so hopeful."
"Hopeful? What was she hoping – that Asha would make her happy – fill her void? Maura Grant is her worst enemy — she keeps looking outside herself for happiness. People are not responsible for making us happy, Livvia. We must do that for ourselves."
Olivia nods her head as she thinks about her mother's wise words. She misses talking with her.
"Enough about Maura — I'm concerned about you, Livvia. I don't think this is the time to take on another child. You and Fitzgerald have too much going on."
"Asha doesn't have anyone else – no next of kin to speak of. She deserves to feel safe — to know she has a home and a family. I can only imagine what she's been thinking all these months. I should've seen it sooner."
"I don't feel good about any of this. I think you're taking on too much."
"I'll be fine - really."
"So - are you and Fitzgerald planning to adopt Asha?"
"No. We haven't gotten that far. First - we have to petition the courts for guardianship."
Gwendolyn slowly shakes her head from side t side. She does not like what is happening in her daughter's home.
"I want you to hire a housekeeper and I don't care what Fitzgerald says. You need help around that house. I know after Hildie —Fitzgerald is resistant — but he'll have to get over his need to control everything. He can't expect you to take care of five children — maintain that big house — and work. It's too much."
"I may not have a job much longer, mom," Olivia says sadly.
"Why? What has happened?"
"Fitz learned that Fred Bryson is a member of Gerry's cabal. He wants me to resign my position at Bryson's. If I resign —already struggling and underserved communities will be harmed. But — continuing to work for Bryson's could drive a wedge between me and my husband. I don't know what to do," running her fingers through her hair.
"Fitzgerald's feud with his father is one thing — but he has no right to ask you to stop doing what you love. He shouldn't put you in that position. Don't you dare quit that job unless you want to quit. If you still love what you do - and Bryson's money can help reduce some of the social and economic disparities that plague those communities - then take the money. Do some good with it. Snatching away valuable resources from the people who need it the most changes nothing. It won't stop whatever Gerry and his minions are up to."
"I just want some normalcy in our lives."
"You need to buy yourself some time and peace, Livvia. Get a housekeeper and put Cena and Asha in day camp - there's a full month of summer left. I'm sure you can find a camp for them."
Olivia nods her head, knowing sending the girls to camp is will be a tough sell to her husband. She stares at the framed photograph taken on their honeymoon in Santorini, Greece. Fitz says it is his favorite picture of her. She rubs her finger over her chin thinking their lives were so simple back then. It was just them and they were incredibly happy, happier than she ever imagined.
"Livvia — are you listening to me?" Gwendolyn asks, shaking Olivia from her reverie.
"Yes. I was just thinking."
"You must control the harmony in your home, baby. Men don't know how to do that. They are singularly focused. They can't see when multiple dynamics are happening around them."
"I miss talking to you, mom. I miss you and dad so much."
"We miss you — too — baby."
"I love you, mom."
"I love you — too. It's getting late, Livvia - get some sleep. We'll talk soon."
"One more thing, mom."
"What is it, Livvia?" Withdrawing her hand from closing the laptop.
"Asha struggles with her grammar. Because of the circumstances I've been hesitant to correct her. I don't want to hurt her feelings — but I don't want her to continue bad habits. As an educator – how would you handle it?"
"A child's language skills are a reflection of the people with whom they interact the most. Children learn from their environment — they repeat what they hear. If a child lives in a home where the parents use correct grammar and regularly reads to them - then the child will use correct grammar."
Olivia listens intently as her mother shares her professional wisdom.
"You and Fitzgerald must gently correct Asha and explain the reason for the correction. In time - as she becomes more integrated with your family — she'll assume the norms of your family — including using correct grammar. This will also be reinforced in school."
"Thank you, mom. Good night," blowing her mother a kiss before shutting down the laptop.
Olivia picks up the framed photograph, smiling broadly as she thinks about the day the picture was taken.
Flashback
After drinking way too much and laughing too loud, the newlyweds run into the Mediterranean Sea to bathe away the white gypsum sand mixed with the residue of their lovemaking. Naked as a jay bird, they stagger back to the beach and stretch out on the oversized, multi-colored beach towels. This is how they spent the first three days of their honeymoon on the private beach in Santorini, Greece.
"I love you, Mrs. Grant - more than anything," intertwining his hand with hers.
"I love you, Mr. Grant - more than anything. We should go sightseeing today," she suggests with little conviction.
"We should," he agrees, but neither makes an effort to move from the comfortable position on the beautiful beach. "I love it here. We should come back every year."
"Every year? Don't you think that's a bit much?"
"We should come back every year and renew our vows."
"Renew our vows? Every year? You're drunk," she says, rubbing her thumb over his wedding band.
"I am. But — I'm lucid enough to know I want us to renew our vows here."
"How about we discuss it on our tenth anniversary?"
The summer breeze blows their hair every which way as they lie in silence, listening to the soothing sounds of the waves softly splashing against the beach. Life cannot get any better.
"Fitz — look," Olivia shrieks, when she opens her eyes and sees an old man smiling down at them. She tries to cover her womanhood with her hands.
"What the hell …" Fitz growls angrily, quickly tossing a towel over his wife's nakedness.
He pulls on his swim trunks and snatches off his sunglasses, glaring at an old man wearing a cap pulled down low on his forehead and holding cigar between his fingers.
"What the hell are you doing here? This is a private beach," Fitz demands angrily.
"I give the newlyweds a bottle of my favorite wine," the old man says in a thick Greek accent. "I assure you it's really very good," handing the bottle to Fitz.
Startled by the man who seems to have come from nowhere, Fitz reluctantly takes the bottle of wine.
"Your wife is a beautiful lady. Always give her what she wants - and you'll have a wonderful life," the old man advises before continuing on his trek down the beach.
Not sure what just happened, Fitz stares at the bottle of wine in his hand, then looks over at his horrified bride, and he falls in love with her all over again. She is breathtaking. With her natural hair blowing in the warm breeze and clutching the colorful beach towel to her breasts, he knows he will love her forever. He drops the bottle in the sand and grabs his camera to capture the moment. He will cherish the picture forever.
End Flashback
Olivia chuckles lightly as she thinks about standing with her husband in the resort manager's office so her irate husband could complain about the stranger that invaded their privacy. The expression on his face was priceless when he learned the old man's name is Dado and his family has owned the private beach for over 100 years. She wished she had a camera to capture the look on his face. She returns the photograph to the desk then grabs the dirty dishes; she knows what she needs to do.
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Clutching a pile of papers in her hand, Olivia stands in the doorway watching her husband as he stares intently at the computer screen. For the past few weeks, this has become his daily routine: hunkering down in the study all day and researching his father. Like a bloodhound tracking down an escaped criminal, he follows the scent trail of his father's business dealings. He is piecing together his father's business and political connections and the discoveries are incredible.
Olivia sighs lightly, thinking about the advice her mother gave her few nights ago. Gwendolyn Pope is right, it is time she got her family back on track.
Hyper-focused on reading whatever is displayed on the screen, Fitz is unaware that his wife is watching him. His unaware that his dogged determination to take down his father is disrupting their family.
"Hi," she says, slowly walking into the room in her bare feet.
"Hi," he says, tossing out the greeting without bothering to look up from the screen.
"You missed bedtime with the girls again."
"You wouldn't believe the shit my father is involved in, Liv. It's freakin' incredible," averting his eyes from the screen to quickly scribble something on the yellow legal pad.
"They miss you. I miss you."
"Those people in his circle — well they are the worst of the worst. Scum of the earth — including Bryson."
"Let it go," she says, standing a few feet away from the desk.
"What?"
"Let it go. Let your obsession with your father go. This is not a productive use of your time. While you're holed up in here all day and night you're ignoring your family."
"I'm so close, Liv. That man is going to prison for a very long time. I'll see to that," not listening to what she is saying..
"Stop it. Just stop it. I'm tired of hearing about your father. You're letting him live rent-free in your head while our family is falling apart."
The unexpected outburst commands his attention and he stares at her with confusion in his eyes.
"This thing with your father — I need you to let it go."
"Liv —" She holds up her hand to halt his protest.
"Just hear me out. I'm not asking you to have a relationship with him — if you really don't want to. But I'm asking you to let it go. You're hurt and disappointed that your father is not the man you thought he was — I get that. But if you pursue this — there is no turning back the clock - no un-ringing of the bell."
"Is it too much to expect that my father — and his cohort — adhere to minimum standards of honesty and fidelity to the public interest?" He says defensively.
"Why won't you let this go? Why is this so important to you?"
"Because I want him to pay for what he's done," he says angrily.
"If you make him pay — then you make our family pay. You drag us down along with him. I don't want that. We've been through enough over the last two years."
They stare into each other's eyes thinking about everything they have experienced.
"This will consume you – change you. It already has. You're in here all day and night while Cee and Asha wait for you to help them to complete the map."
She walks around the desk and stands in front of him. He is wound tight — on edge.
"You're a man of principle — I get that. It's one of the many things I admire about you. But — something else is going on — something you haven't told me. I'm okay with that — tell me when you want — if you want. But — I'm not okay with losing my husband. The anger will eat you alive. Stop this thing."
He stares in her eyes thinking if she knew the truth she would understand why he cannot let it go. But, he never wants her to know about his father's connection to Charlie. So — he places his large hands on either side of her belly and changes the subject.
"How are my babies doing tonight?" Giving her that crooked smile that usually gets him out of the doghouse.
"Fitz —"
"When is our next appointment with Dr. Perry? It should be soon," pulling her down on his lap.
"Two weeks," not happy he is trying to distract her.
"What's that?" Motioning his head toward the papers in her hand.
"I want to tell you something and I need you to listen before flying off the handle."
He gives her a curious look, wondering what else he is not going to like hearing tonight.
"Read," handing him the papers. He frowns immediately when he reads the titles.
"Cee and Asha are going to camp. There's a full month of summer left and they're going to spend it at day camp. There are still openings - I checked."
She feels his body tense as he quickly scans the brochures, unconsciously shaking his head from side to side. She points to the brochure in his left hand.
"That one is for Asha. It's a camp for children who have lost a parent. They have grief counselors and offer a comprehensive STEM program for little girls. She will be with other children doing the things she likes and that have lost a parent. The other one is for Cee. She likes the arts: dancing— music — painting."
"Cena has never gone to camp," he says curtly.
"It's time she does."
"I'm not sure about your proposal, Olivia," flipping the brochures over and over as if that will change the words on the pages.
"This is not a proposal, Fitz. This is happening," she says with conviction. "There is too much to do around here. Taking care of three children – managing the house —"
"I do all of that," he retorts.
"No - you don't. Not anymore."
He stares in her eyes, silently conceding he has not done his fair share of work around the house lately.
"Camp will be traumatic for them, Olivia." She rolls her eyes thinking the girls going to camp will be traumatic for him.
"We have appointments next week to tour both facilities. Cee and Asha will get a chance to visit their camp before starting on August third."
"August third? That's a —"
"A week-and-a-half away."
Things are moving too fast. He was not expecting to have this kind of conversation with his wife tonight. He wants more time to try to convince her that camp is not a good idea. But he can see has made up her mind. He runs his fingers through his hair and sighs.
"Fitz …"
"Fine — but these places will need to be investigated."
"Of course."
"I want a background check on everyone who works at both camps. I need to know what kind of people my girls will be around."
"Employment at both camps is contingent on successful background checks of all employees," she says, taking the brochures from his hand.
"I'll do my own investigation. And —I'll break it to the girls that they will spend a few days a week at camp."
"Five days. Cee and Asha are going to camp five days a week."
His eyes darken; he really does not like what he is hearing but she does not care. She needs to restore order in their lives. Inhaling softly, she prepares to touch the third rail.
"We're getting a housekeeper," she says, watching his face slowly turn an odd shade of red. "It's time — we missed the boat with Irma's sister. Abby says she's working nearby for another family. I'll call the agency tomorrow — schedule interviews," she says quickly, not leaving any room for him to protest or argue his case for not wanting a stranger in their home.
"No." This is where he draws the line. He does not want another stranger in their home.
"We need help, Fitz. I need help around here before the babies arrive."
"I'll do better. I'll clean more and prepare dinner."
"No – you had your chance," her voice rising with frustration. "Don't you understand what I'm saying? I'm exhausted. It's too much."
The furrow in his brow deepens when he realizes she is genuinely upset. She is right, he has been too distracted lately to see what is happening in his home, to see what is happening to wife. He had no idea his actions were affecting her like this. The stress and fear in her eyes are now apparent. She is drifting into that dark place. He glances over her shoulder at the photograph of her wearing nothing but that beach towel, and he remembers Dado's words from all those years ago: "Your wife is a beautiful lady. Always give her what she wants - and you'll have a wonderful life."
He studies his wife's face thinking she is just as beautiful today as she was back then. With a pained expression on his face, he slowly brushes his thumb over her lips.
"I'm sorry. Call the agency tomorrow — we'll start interviewing housekeepers."
"Thank you," she says, beginning to stand, but he holds her in place.
"I love you, Mrs. Grant — more than anything," gliding his mouth down the side of her neck.
"I just want to get back to us," Olivia says tiredly.
XXX
When Fitz enters Rev. Walker's office, he feels like he has stepped back in time. Not much has changed in the cozy office since the days when he and Olivia attended pre-marital counseling. For weeks, they sat in this office listening to Rev. Walker dole out his sage advice. He smiles when he hears the squeaky chair.
"It's good to see you, Fitz. It's been a while," Rev. Walker says, standing from the chair and extending a handshake. The soft jab is not lost on Fitz.
"Thank you for making time to see me today, Rev. Walker. I appreciate it," accepting the handshake.
"I'm always happy to meet with you, Fitz. Sit down. Sit down," motioning his hand toward one of the chairs in front of the desk. "We're having another heat wave. Can I offer you something cold to drink?"
"No — thank you," Fitz replies, waving his hand in the air.
Rev. Walker sits behind the desk in the oversized leather chair and the chair squeaks again.
"How is Olivia and those beautiful daughters of yours? Olivia should be delivering those babies soon."
"Olivia is fine. Cena and Jolie are fine. The babies arrive in four months — in December."
"We might have two Christmas babies to celebrate at Triumph", Rev. Walker chuckles.
"We'll see," Fitz says, pressing his lips together.
"I was just telling my wife this morning if I didn't see the two of you at Sunday service soon - I was going to stop by your house to check on you two."
"We've been juggling a lot lately," Fitz says solemnly.
"What is it, Fitz? You seem troubled."
"Olivia wants to come to church. She misses fellowshipping with everyone at church. I do as well," he adds quickly.
"Well – I would say that's a good thing," Rev. Walker chuckles again as he leans back in the chair and folds his hands on top of his round stomach.
"Under normal circumstances— it would be a good thing."
Puzzled by Fitz' comment, Rev. Walker furrows his brow. He can see the man is worried about something.
"You remember Asha — you eulogized her mother a few months ago."
"Of course. Such a tragedy. How is Little Asha doing? Did you find her family?"
"For these past few months Asha has been a member of our family — in every way. Now we want to make it legal. Liv and I are going to petition the court for guardianship."
"That's wonderful. Asha is fortunate the Lord has blessed her with such a loving family."
"Asha is a blessing to our family, Rev. Walker."
"Of course," the reverend replies, realizing the man sitting before him cares deeply for the little girl.
"So - what's the problem, Fitz? What has you so distressed?"
"As I said — Olivia wants our family to start attending Sunday service again. I'm just concerned coming here — where Asha last saw her mother — will be too traumatic for her."
"Ah — I see," Rev. Walker says, leaning forward with his elbows on the desk. "Fitz – when a person in the family has special needs — of any kind — it impacts every other member of the family. By virtue of their needs — more family resources — such as time or money — are allocated to them. This can be can seem unfair to the rest of the family and resentments can build."
Fitz nods his head thinking about Cena.
"Grief does not have a timeline, Fitz – therefore - you must learn how to balance Asha's special needs with those of the entire family. You cannot put the family's life on hold while you wait for that precious child to get past her grief. That will be unfair to the other family members. It will be unfair to Asha."
Fitz gives the reverend a questioning look.
"If you don't treat Asha the way you treat your biological children — then you will handicap her— limit her forever."
Fitz frowns, because that certainly was not his intention.
"But she isn't like my other children. She has lost her mother."
"I applaud you for wanting to protect Asha — but don't handicap her in doing so. Sheltering her from dealing with life's challenges does her more harm than good. You must build resilience in her - allow her to experience life's challenges – grow from them - and move on."
Fitz slowly nods his head.
"Fitz - when parents shelter their children from risks - they internalize the message that they aren't strong enough to handle the things life throws at all of us. When children embrace risks - they learn to push themselves. It's important that you and Olivia encourage Asha to take healthy risks —risks that will result in very little harm if they're unsuccessful."
Fitz nods his head; he can support that.
"Bring your family to church on Sunday. Everyone at Triumph will be here to help you and Olivia to help Asha. She doesn't have to come in the sanctuary— not yet. She can attend Sunday school with the other children. Baby steps."
"Thank you, Rev. Walker — you've eased my mind. We'll see you on Sunday," Fitz says, beginning to stand.
"Is there something else?" Rev. Walker asks when he sees Fitz hesitate to stand.
"What are your thoughts on family estrangement?" He asks with a pained look on his face.
XXX
As Olivia carefully negotiates her way down the long foyer hall to answer the door, she wonders who is calling at this time of the afternoon. She is not expecting any visitors today. A huge smile immediately spread across her lips when she opens the front door and sees her best friend. It has been too long.
"Ben," her voice filled with surprise and happiness. "I wasn't expecting you today. How are you?" Giving her brother-in-law a warm embrace.
"I'm sorry for stopping by without calling first. Do you have time for an old friend?"
"Don't be silly - come in out of the heat. I'll get you something cold to drink," pulling him by the hand into the air-conditioned foyer.
"Let me see you," Ben says, holding her hands in his as he steps back to appraise her beautiful face and huge belly. "You look terrific — as usual. Those babies are really growing."
"You're being kind. I look a mess. I'm as big as this house."
Cena stops trying to figure out where they should place the State of Arizona on the wall map when she sees her uncle entering the family room dressed in his periwinkle blue hospital scrubs. Asha hangs back, standing close to the partially completed map.
"Uncle Bennie," Cena screams with excitement as she runs toward her uncle with outstretched arms. Bennie swoops up his niece and swings her around the way she likes whenever he comes to visit.
"Hey, Cena. How are you doing these days? Watcha been up to?"
"Uncle Bennie — Asha and I are going to summer camp — but we're going to different camps. Asha is going to science camp and I'm going to arts camp. It's going to be so cool," she reports in rapid-fire fashion.
"Wow — summer camp. That sounds terrific," staring at his niece's butter-toned skin and blue eyes. The older Cena gets the more she looks like Olivia. "I remember when your dad and I went to camp when we were boys."
"You and my daddy went to camp?" Her eyes wide with surprise.
"We did — every summer. We had so much fun. We went swimming — all the time. We played lots of games and made all kinds of cool stuff. The next time I come over I'll bring pictures of your dad and me at camp."
"Cool. Asha — Uncle Bennie is going to show us pictures of daddy at camp," she says excitedly. She has not seen any pictures of her father when he was a little boy.
"You must promise to tell me about everything you do at camp. Okay?" Kissing his niece on the cheek.
"I promise," climbing down from his arms.
"Hello, Asha. Are you excited about going to camp?"
"Yes," Asha replies shyly, nervously twirling the State of Arizona in her hand.
"You'll have to tell me about the experiments you do at science camp. Okay?"
Asha nods her head up and down.
"Maybe one day you and I can do an experiment together. Would you like that?"
"Yes," now smiling brightly.
"And here's my Jolie," lifting the toddler in the air and tickling her sides. Jolie squirms and laughs uncontrollably.
"Uncle Bennie — Jo is a handful. Mommy said so."
"She gets into everything," Asha chimes in.
"Is that right?" Tickling Jolie's stomach.
"She likes to climb on everything and run from GoGo."
"Mommy's too slow. She can't catch her."
"Are you giving your mommy a hard time?" Kissing one of Jolie's fat cheeks.
"Yes," Cena and Asha say in unison.
"She certainly is," Olivia says, carrying a tray with a pitcher of iced tea and two tall glasses filled with ice.
"Sit down, Ben," Olivia says, bending to set the tray on the coffee table. "Girls – why don't you go play in your rooms while I visit with Uncle Ben. We can work on the map later."
"Ok, mommy. Bye, Uncle Bennie," Cena calls out as she runs from the room.
"Bye," Asha says as she runs after her friend.
Jolie starts to climb down from her godfather's lap preparing to follow the older girls upstairs, but her mother stops her.
"Stay down here, Jo," Olivia says as she fills the glasses with tea. "I have to keep my eyes on her all the time," Olivia says, handing Ben a glass. Jolie starts to whine.
"Look what I have for you, Jo," Bennie says, pulling the key ring from his pocket and dangling it above niece's head. Jolie's eyes widen at the sound and she stands on her toes and grabs the keys.
"Cee and Asha are going to summer camp," Bennie says, bringing the glass of iced tea to his mouth.
"Day camp. They were so excited when Fitz told them. He— of course - was heartbroken. He thought they would resist the idea," chuckling as she leans back against the sofa. "Of course — he had to investigate everyone who works at both camps."
"Of course," Ben says, and they both chuckle at the overprotective father. "Where is my brother – by the way?"
"He had an appointment. He should be back soon. How are doing, Ben? You look terrific. I can tell you're still running."
"I'm well - busy at the hospital. And yes — I'm still running. You know running keeps my head clear."
"I miss running. I will definitely be back on the track after I deliver these two little ones," rubbing her stomach. "I could never convince your brother to run with me. He hates it."
"Don't rush it, Liv. You'll have plenty of time."
"I don't know about that — not with five children running around here."
"So - you're okay raising another child? I know that's what Fitz wants— but is it really what you want?"
"Honestly — at first I wasn't okay with having a fifth child," glancing at the doorway to make sure the girls are not within earshot. "I never wanted five children. I certainly didn't want the responsibility of raising someone else's child."
Bennie nods as he takes another sip of the iced tea.
"The subject became a flashpoint in my marriage. Fitz and I had a lot of difficult conversations about Asha. But — when your mother volunteered to take her in — to raise her — I thought it was the best solution for everyone. When Fitz finally got onboard with the idea — although reluctantly — I thought it was the start of us getting some normalcy back in our lives. But this thing with your father — well — it has changed everything. It felt like we were back to square one."
"So — does that mean you're still uncertain about keeping Asha?"
"No - not at all. Her mother died, Ben. She doesn't have anyone else. She deserves some stability in her life. We owe her that," brushing away the tear forming in the corner of her eye.
Ben nods his head with understanding.
"You're a good person, Liv. Let me know if I can do anything — take the girls out sometime to give you a break."
"That's so kind of you. I will definitely take you up on your offer. How's your mother, Ben? How's Maura doing?"
"She's hurt – sad - confused. She was excited about the prospect of Asha coming to live with her."
"I'm so sorry."
"It's not your fault. Mom is going to need some time."
"I'll call her."
"She'd appreciate that."
"We're getting a housekeeper," moving on to a more upbeat subject. "Fitz agreed we're going to need help with a house full of children."
"That's a big step for my brother."
"My husband can be hot-tempered and obstinate."
"And pig-headed."
"And pig-headed," she repeats, chuckling lightly. Bennie nods, watching Olivia run her fingers through her hair.
"My brother loves you very much, Liv. Fitz will always do what's best for his family."
"Ben — this thing Gerry is involved in really has Fitz upset."
"Is he still intent on taking down our father?"
"Not anymore. He realized it's not the best use of his time.
"I'm sure you helped him to get to that place."
"Sometimes I think Fitz isn't telling me everything about what happened between him and Gerry."
"What do you mean?" Growing a bit uncomfortable. It is apparent that his brother still has not told Olivia about their father's connection to Charlie.
"My husband is a principled man — so learning about your father's involvement with that group was disappointing and painful. But ..."
"But what?"
"I don't know. It just seems — it seems — there is more to it."
"Have you asked Fitz?"
"No. Maybe I'm being silly," waving her hand in the air in an attempt to dismiss the thought.
They turn their attention to Jolie for a few moments, watching her play with the key ring. Olivia looks at her best friend contemplating if she should tell him about Marion.
"I had lunch with Marion earlier this week," she says cautiously.
"How is she?" Crossing his legs.
"She's moving to Seattle next month," pausing to gauge his expression before continuing. "She got a new job. She's now the CEO of Bangor Healthcare."
"Wow — I didn't know. That's really impressive. It'll be a great opportunity for her. Marion is smart."
"Ben ..."
"I'm fine, Liv. Really."
"I'm sorry things didn't work out for you two. I thought you were good for each other."
"Some things just aren't meant to be," he says solemnly. "I better get going."
"So soon?" Struggling to stand from the sofa.
"I have a few more stops to make before getting back to the hospital. I just wanted to stop by to say hello," picking up Jolie and carrying her down the hall.
"Oh - okay. I'll let Fitz know you stopped by," following Ben to the front door.
"Take care, Liv," pecking her on the cheek. He stands Jolie on the floor and deftly slides the key ring from hand before walking out into the hot summer day.
XXX
The invisible force pulls him closer to her and he nuzzles his face against her neck, smiling in his sleep as he rubs her round stomach. She stirs a bit, her round butt brushing against his arousing his desire. His eyes flutter open and he kisses down her neck.
"Liv. Wake up, Liv," his warm breath wafting over her ear.
"Hmm?" She mumbles still in a sleep state.
"Wake up," he persists.
"Why?" She whines, hugging her pillow tighter.
"I need you," sliding his hand between her thighs. Dammit, she is wearing panties.
"Need what?" She responds sleepily.
"I need you," trying to slide down her panties.
"Babe — we have to get up soon. We can't be late our first day back."
"I'll be quick," he whispers, pushing down his boxers and kicking them off under the covers.
"You're never quick, babe," eyes still closed as she rolls on her back.
"I will this time. I promise," inserting a finger inside as he suckles a breast. After a few minutes of delicious foreplay, Olivia begins to warm up to the idea of having pre-dawn sex.
"The pillow," she whispers in as raspy voice.
Fitz jumps from the bed looking around the dark room for the positioning pillow. Olivia found it online last month when sex started becoming uncomfortable.
"Where is it?" He asks in a desperate and hurried tone.
"Under the bed," she replies in an equally hurried voice, already missing the feel of his fingers.
"Lift", quickly sliding the pillow under her bottom.
He spread her wide and immediately dives between her thighs, his wet mouth pleasuring the most sensitive part of her body. They both moan as his tongue glides up and down. He sucks harder and a loud gasp escapes her throat as the sensation washes over her body. She always cums quickly when she is pregnant. He laps up her juices as she contracts around his tongue. He needs to be inside her.
"Lie on your side," he says in a voice husky with desire.
He places the pillow under her stomach then crawls behind her, pulling her close. His eyes close as he slowly slides inside, the connection is intimate and sensual. He gently massages her full breasts, kissing down her shoulder as he pumps rhythmically. His pounding heart wants to leap from his chest as the wonderful tension builds in his groin. He paces himself as he goes deeper and deeper.
With jaw set tight, he thrusts harder, moaning louder as he nears that exquisite place. He cannot hold it any longer. He does not want to hold it any longer. His body stiffens, and a burst of the most beautiful colors in the universe fill his mind. The feeling is dizzying. Pulsating and twitching inside her, he pumps a few more times, selfishly trying to enjoy the last of the incredibly good feeling. After moment, he slides out and rolls onto his back, panting heavily. Olivia looks over at her husband's flush face and smiles, and he manages to muster up a smile, too.
"We're going to be late for church, mister."
"I'll take the blame," he says, feeling lightheaded and slightly numb. He pulls her in his arms and kisses her forehead.
"You are the blame," she says, pulling away and tossing the positioning pillow on the floor. Between the lovemaking and the babies sitting on her bladder, she needs to pee. His eyes flutter close as she walks toward the bathroom.
XXX
The sun is peeking over the horizon, so Olivia sets her hair on the jumbo curlers and takes a hot shower. There is point going back to bed at this hour. Besides, she is too excited to sleep. Today is their first day back to church and she cannot wait to see everyone and hear the choir and one of Rev. Walker's soul-stirring sermons.
As she looks in the mirror gliding the mascara over her eyelashes, she thinks about Asha's befuddled face when she and Fitz sat her down last night to explain they will be going to church the next day, the same church where she last saw her mother. They explained she will join Cena and Asha at Sunday school with all the other children. She and Fitz held their breath as they waited for Asha's response. They were relieved when Asha simply replied okay. When asked if she could go upstairs and play with Cena, they knew everything is going to be all right.
Fifty minutes later, wearing the white knee-length, waffle weave robe, Olivia walks into the bedroom and frowns immediately when she sees her husband is fast asleep. She knew this would happen. He always falls back to sleep after pre-dawn sex.
"Fitz. Get up, Fitz! We're going to be late."
"What?" He replies groggily.
"We're going to be late for church. I told you we didn't have time. You need to go shower while I get dressed."
"I need 15 minutes."
"We don't have 15 minutes," stomping over to his side of the bed. She reaches to pull back the covers and he grabs her wrist and pulls her on top of him, laughing hysterically.
"You're not funny. You scared me," gently slapping him on the chest.
"Kiss me."
"No. You're being bad."
"I'm a bad boy."
"You certainly are. Now get up - I have to get the girls ready."
"I said kiss me, woman," caressing her plump bottom.
"Do you not care that we're going to be late?" Desperately trying not to laugh as she stares in his eyes.
"Nope. Do you?" Flashing her a smile.
"Okay. One kiss — then you have to get up and get showered."
She leans in to give him a quick peck on the lips, but he promptly turns it into a deep, passion-filled kiss. After a moment, they pull back for air, goofily grinning at each other as they did almost 10 years on the beach in Santorini.
"I love you, Mrs. Grant - more than anything."
"I love you, Mr. Grant - more than anything."