A/N: Hey, I'm back and I beat the clock! I got this chapter in before the new year. Stay safe and mask up. Happy New Year!
Chapter 73. Jeffries
The drive from the city to suburban Church Falls is quiet, except for the roar of the 450-horsepower, black Panamera Porsche. Each is lost in their own thoughts, wondering what will happen next. They were not prepared for what happened this morning at CPS.
"I'm scared, Fitz. I don't want to lose Asha — not after everything she's been through —everything we've been through. I want you to talk to your father – apologize to him."
"No," he replies without hesitation as he maneuvers the car down the tree-lined streets.
"This is not the time to be stubborn, Fitz. This is about Asha. Warring with your father solves nothing. We could lose her forever. If the investigator interviews Gerry — who knows what he'll say."
"Is that what you think this is all about — me being stubborn?" The blood rising from his neck to his face.
"Honestly - I don't know what your grievance with your father is really about," she shoots back. "But I know it's not just because he's the leader of some secret organization. I'm no fool," she says softly.
"Do you think I want to lose her— do you?" He says angrily.
Olivia rubs circles on her stomach to soothe the babies who have decided to perform somersaults today. They have been active since they arrived at the CPS office this morning.
"The investigator is going to look at every part of our lives, Fitz."
"We have nothing to hide," dismissing her concerns. Olivia stares at his profile and carefully chooses her words.
"They could find out about the pills."
His head whips around and he glares at her with anger in his eyes.
"Don't ever bring that up again."
"We have to be prepared for anything, Fitz," she insists.
Tightly gripping the leather steering wheel with his left hand, Fitz shifts the twin-turbocharged engine into second gear and the engine roars louder. They ride in silence for the next few blocks.
"It was only for a short period. Nobody knows," he says
in a more even tone.
"Ben and Marion know. CPS might interview them."
"Bennie won't say anything - and Marion now lives in Seattle."
As he pulls the car into Abigail and John's driveway, Olivia makes a mental note to call Ben and Marion tomorrow. She needs to alert them that CPS might contact them about Asha.
XXX
"Oh — my God — you two look awful. What happened?" Abby asks when she opens the door and sees her distressed-looking in-laws standing on her front step.
"Where's John?" Fitz demands gruffly, pushing past Abby in search of her husband.
"Hello to you — too, Fitzgerald," Abby snarks as she glares at her ill-mannered brother-in-law stomping down the hall.
"Where's Asha?" Olivia asks with panic filling her voice.
"She's upstairs. All the rug rats are upstairs playing with that stupid turtle. What's wrong with your husband? Why are you two acting so weird?"
"I'll explain," Olivia says, hurrying down the hall trying to catch up to her husband.
"Brother — Olivia — how would you like to try — "
"Nobody wants that stupid guacamole, Jonathan. Can't you see Olivia and Fitzgerald are upset?"
"What's the matter? What happened?" John asks, setting the bowl of guacamole on the kitchen counter.
"Sit down, Olivia," Abby says, walking over to the stove to pour a cup of tea.
"That woman wants to take Asha from us," Fitz blurts out angrily.
"That's not what she said," Olivia replies tiredly. For an attorney, her husband can be hyperbolic at times.
"You heard what she said. She wants to send Asha to a bunch of strangers. I won't have it," forking his fingers through his hair as he paces around the kitchen.
"What woman? Who are you talking about?" John asks with confusion.
"The social worker at CPS. Cynthia Harrington. She's handling our case," Olivia says, providing a bit more context.
"You said the meeting was just a formality. It was anything but a formality. That woman ambushed us," Fitz spews, angrily glaring at his brother.
"Fitz please," Olivia says, rubbing her throbbing forehead.
"Sit down, Fitz," John says.
"I don't want to sit down."
"Drink this, Olivia," Abby says, sneering at her annoying brother-in-law thinking he can be such an ass sometimes.
"What happened, Olivia?" John asks, turning away from his irate brother.
"Cynthia said we should've brought Asha in sooner. She says CPS believes in unification."
"What the heck does that mean?" Abby asks.
"It means she wants to take Asha from us and place her with one of Kelly's siblings. That's what it means," Fitz rants.
"I thought her family was all screwed up."
"Abigail," John says in a warning tone and she rolls her eyes at her goodie-two-shoes husband.
"Cynthia just wants to verify their situation and if one of them might want Asha. She's just doing her job." Olivia rubs her stomach.
"Are you all right, Olivia?" Abby asks when she sees Olivia's hand resting on her stomach.
"The babies are just really active today."
"You need to calm down, Fitzgerald — and stop upsetting your wife," Abby says.
Fitz rolls his eyes and Abby continues.
"If that family is anything like their greedy mother …"
Fitz glares at John. His brother was not supposed to tell Abigail about the money he paid Barbara Ann to let Asha remain with them.
"What?" Abby says. "John tells me everything. Don't you tell Olivia everything?"
Fitz continues to stare at his brother, his eyes silently asking if he told Abigail about their father's involvement with Charlie Barber, the man who tried to kill his family. John slowly shakes his head from side to side. He knows what not to tell his blabbermouth wife.
"They appointed Asha guardian ad litem," Olivia says sadly.
"A guardian ad litem is someone the court appoints to represent the best interests of someone — in this case — Asha," John explains.
"I know what guardian ad litem is," Abby snaps, and John raises his hands in surrender.
"You might be contacted by the guardian. They're going to interview our family members, friends, co-workers. They need to find out who we are," Olivia says.
"Don't worry about anything, Liv. I got your back. I'll tell that guardian ad litem person a thing or two."
"Thank you, Abby," Olivia says, bringing the mug of tea to her lips. "We've been granted temporary custody of Asha —as her foster parents."
"Can you believe that woman wants to inspect our home? She says she needs to make sure Asha is living in a safe environment. This is a joke."
"It's protocol, babe."
"Uncle Fitz— look at Chester," Ethan says, running into the kitchen and pushing the turtle toward his uncle.
"Hey, Bud — how're ya doing?" Scooping up Ethan and Chester.
"What am I now — chopped liver? Don't I get a hello and a hug?"
"Hi, Aunt Olivia," Ethan says as Fitz leans him down to peck his aunt on the cheek. "Do you want to hold Chester?"
"Not right now, baby," Olivia says, trying not to cringe.
She hates reptiles.
"Baaba— Ethan said Aunt Abby is scared of Chester." Cena and Asha chuckle and Jolie laughs, too.
"Take that thing back upstairs, Ethan," Abby says, frowning as she rubs her stomach.
"Can we get a turtle, Baaba?" Asha asks excitedly.
"We'll see, sweetheart. We better get going, Liv."
"Fitz — let's talk about this," John says.
"There isn't a damn thing to talk about."
"Ooh," Jolie says, covering her mouth with her chubby hands.
"Fitz. Your language," Olivia says, admonishing her angry husband.
"I'm sorry," looking apologetically at Abigail as he stands Ethan on the floor. "Let's go, Liv."
"We'll talk later," Olivia says to Abby as she struggles to climb from the high-top chair.
XXX
Olivia squeezes a few drops of the blend of essential oils Marion gave her in her hand and rubs it over her stomach. Marion says the solution will reduce the stretch marks.
"Everybody's asleep. I read The Second-Grade Mix-Up twice. They love that book."
"Babe — you didn't think they'd want you to read Goodnight Moon forever," setting the bottle of oil into her night table.
"It's a classic. At least Jo still appreciates it," he says, unfastening his watch and setting it on the night table.
"Goodnight Moon is hardly a classic, babe. It's popular — but not a classic."
'You know what I mean," pulling the polo shirt over his head and tossing it on the bed.
"They know something is going on, Fitz."
"Did they say anything?" Looking at her with concern in his eyes.
"No — but they're smart. We have to tell them."
"No."
"Fitz — we have to prepare them for the possibility of — "
"I said no, Olivia."
"Don't bite my head off."
"I'm sorry. It's just been a stressful day. I wasn't expecting that woman to look for Asha's family. Things are getting out of control."
"Babe — as much as I hate to admit it — we no longer have control over Asha's well-being. CPS does," she says, watching him step out of his pants and walk into the closet.
"I don't like Cynthia Harrington. She seems to enjoy tossing her authority around. Maybe I'll talk to some people down at City Hall who might know her boss at CPS. Maybe I'll speak with the mayor."
"Don't do that, babe. You'll only make things worse."
"That woman needs to know she's not the only one who can wield a little power."
Olivia closes her eyes and rubs her stomach. She knows she is about to touch the third rail again.
"We're going to need your parents, Fitz. I think your mother will be fine — it's Gerry I'm worried about. He might say anything to the investigator to punish you."
"I don't want them involved, Olivia."
"You said you were going to let this thing with your father go."
"I said I wasn't going to actively pursue a vendetta against the man. I didn't say I would get over my anger — at least not in this lifetime."
"You have to make this right, Fitz. You need to make sure Gerry doesn't say anything that might — "
"I'm done talking about my father."
Olivia sighs thinking her husband can be exasperating at times.
"We have the interview with the housekeeper Thursday afternoon at two."
He expels a heavy sigh. "Can't we reschedule? I'm not in the mood to interview housekeepers."
"No — we can't reschedule, Fitz. If we want to get someone experienced then we need to act fast. I don't want to lose this one —too."
"I'm really not sure about this one, Liv."
"You've said the same thing about the last five candidates. Are you changing your mind about hiring a housekeeper? Because it sounds like you're changing your mind."
"I'm not changing my mind and I don't want to argue tonight. I'm going to take a shower — do you want to join me?"
"Not tonight. I have to read more resumes," she says, not bothering to look up from the tablet.
XXX
Marcella sits nervously at her desk, fidgeting with the yellow and pink highlighters as she waits for Mona to arrive. She runs her fingers through her hair thinking she will never forget the look of disappointment on Mrs. Grant's face when she saw her having lunch with Carlos.
She has worked really hard to show Mona and Mrs. Grant that hiring her was not a mistake. She comes in early and leaves late to prove she is reliable and trustworthy. And now one stupid lunch has ruined all her hard work.
For the past few days she has been kicking herself for being reckless and irresponsible. She never should have started having lunch with Carlos at the foundation. But, he is so handsome and charming, and she loves his accent. She loves the way he says her name and the way he looks at her. It has been a while since she has been in a relationship and she enjoys being desired. In hindsight, she realizes she should have met Carlos at a restaurant, after all, Mona warned her about having friends stop by the office. Mona said clients are turned off when they see strangers hanging around the office.
But Marcella ignored the warning, convincing herself she was being conscientious. She told herself it was pointless to close the office each time she and Carlos wanted to go to lunch. And with Mona being in Texas handling the funeral arrangements for her brother, then coming back home and getting ill, she did not want a client to stop by and find the office was closed. She knows how much the community depends on their services. At least that is what she told herself.
Marcella springs to her feet when she hears Mona disarm the alarm system. Her heart pounds with fear and she runs into the waiting room.
"Mona — I messed up. I did a stupid thing," Marcella sputters, and Mona crinkles her brow trying to understand what the young woman is saying.
"Slow down, Marcella What are you talking about? Messed up how?" Mona asks as she sets the alarm.
"Mrs. Grant stopped by looking for you when you were out sick."
"Oh — I'm sorry I missed Olivia. I'll give her a call later."
"She saw Carlos — we were having lunch together in my office."
"Oh — no, Marcella. Didn't I tell you — "
"I know. I know. I messed up, Mona. I told Mrs. Grant it wouldn't happen again — but the look on her face ... She wasn't happy. Mona — am I going to lose my job?"
"I haven't talked to Olivia. Marcella, Olivia Grant is dedicated to helping the underserved parts of our community. She has poured her heart and soul into this foundation. She will not allow anyone or anything to mess it up."
"I don't want to lose this job, Mona. I really love working here."
"Then you should act like it. You must act like a professional at all times, Marcella. Anything less is unacceptable. Olivia and I agree on that."
"I understand."
"I will speak with, Olivia. You won't lose your job — but Marcella —if anything like that happens again — you won't have to worry about Olivia," giving the young woman a stern look.
"I understand. Thank you, Mona. Thank you."
Marcella slinks back to her office feeling like she is starting from ground zero again. She needs to find a way to re-gain Mona and Mrs. Grant's trust.
XXX
Olivia has forgotten how daunting it can be to find an experienced housekeeper and one her picky husband will like. She has dedicated the afternoon to reading through the pile of resumes Dayna has been sending her. Reading all the resumes is time-consuming and Fitz does not want to be involved until she has narrowed the list down to two or three candidates.
She frowns down at her phone on the sofa cushion when she sees she has a missed call. Her phone is on silence because she does not want to be interrupted. She needs to hire a housekeeper before school reopens in three weeks. She also needs to finish reading the updated proposal Grayson sent her last week.
Olivia, dear — check your email. I know I said this the last time — but I think I have actually found the perfect housekeeper for your family. A bit unconventional— but absolutely divine. So much experience and character. Give me a call as soon as possible. We don't want to let this one slip away — too.
Olivia sighs, hoping Dayna has truly found the perfect housekeeper. They have an interview on Thursday and Fitz is already sending signals that he does not think she is right for them.
The doorbell interrupts her concentration and she sighs because she is not expecting a visitor. She has too much to do.
XXX
"Maura — this is a surprise," Olivia says when she sees her mother-in-law standing outside the front door.
"I'm sorry. I know I should have called. I hate it when people stop by unannounced."
"You're family, Maura. You don't need to call. Come in out of the heat. I'll get you something cold to drink."
"It really is hot today — all week actually," Maura says with her hair pulled up into a bun allowing her neck to cool.
She glances around the family room trying to remember the last time she was in the house. So much has happened over the past few weeks. She walks across the room where the wall map is hanging.
"So — what's this?" Maura asks as she stares at the partially completed map.
"Fitz is teaching the girls about U.S. geography. I'm not sure if they will ever finish the thing. They're still in the Midwest — Idaho — I think," Olivia says, setting the tray of iced tea and scones on the oversized coffee table.
"Olivia — you didn't have to go to all the trouble."
"It's no trouble, Maura. Have a seat —please," patting the sofa's seat cushion.
"How are you doing, dear? How are the babies?"
"I'm fine. The babies are fine. They're becoming more active."
"That's to be expected. You're almost six months. I know my son is excited he is finally getting a boy," she says, glancing around the room.
"Fitz and the girls have been in the pool every evening this week."
Maura sets the glass onto the coaster and scratches her neck.
"Honestly, Olivia — I was afraid if I called before coming over you would not agree to see me."
"Maura …."
"The house is awfully quiet. Where is everyone?" Maura asks, quickly changing the subject.
"Fitz went to pick up the girls from camp and Jo is upstairs taking a nap."
"Camp?" Maura says, her voice filled with surprise.
"I know — it's a big change for them. We enrolled Cee and Asha in camp for the rest of the summer."
"Fitzgerald is okay with that? He's so protective."
"We thought it would be good for the girls to get out of the house — meet other children — before school reopens."
"School? My goodness — where has the summer gone?" Maura says, reaching again for the tall glass of iced tea.
"Cena attends an arts camp. You know how much she loves dancing — painting — music. Asha goes to a STEM camp: Science —Technology — Engineering — and Mathematics. She's really good at all things numbers. We want to encourage their natural talents."
"I see."
Olivia looks at the red streaks running down her mother-in-law's neck and she is filled with guilt.
"Maura — I've been meaning to call you since — everything. I mean — I know you're disappointed about Asha – but … "
"Olivia — we can still make it work. We really can," Maura says in a hurried tone as she leans toward Olivia with desperation in her eyes. "I talked to Gerry — he won't be a problem. He wants Asha — too."
"Maura — "
"Gerry's willing to let this thing with Fitzgerald go — pretend it never happened. After all — we are family."
Olivia looks up when she hears the front door open and close and small footsteps start running up the hall.
"Mommy — look what I made at camp," Cena says with excitement as she dashes into the family room carrying something in her hand.
"Cee — say hello to your grandmother."
"Grams," Cena squeals as she runs over and wraps her arms around her grandmother's waist.
"Cena — it's wonderful to see you," Maura says, pressing a kiss on top of her granddaughter's head.
"Grams — guess what? I go to camp — every day. Asha — too. But we go to different camps. Look what I made for Uncle Bennie," holding up the braided leather bracelet.
"Wow — that's a really nice bracelet. I bet your uncle is going to like it a lot," Maura says, touching the bracelet with her long alabaster fingers.
"The teacher said Uncle Bennie can adjust it — like this to make it fit," Cena says, moving the clasp to another hole.
"GoGo — look what I have," Asha says with excitement as she runs into the room dressed like an aspiring scientist.
"Say hello to Mrs. Grant, Asha." Maura bristles at the formal title.
"Hi," Asha says softly, staring at Maura with her big brown eyes.
"Hello, Asha. What is that you have?"
"Straw rockets. I made them at camp. Baaba said he's going to find a place to put them in my new bedroom."
"New bedroom?" Maura stares at Olivia with eyes wide.
"Mom? What are you doing here?" Fitz asks, his tanned face hardened with anger.
"Fitz," Olivia admonishes. "Your mother is always welcome in our home."
"That's all right, Olivia. I understand. Good afternoon, Fitzgerald."
"Girls — let's go upstairs and put away your things while daddy talks to Grams. Cena — we can look for a small gift box for Uncle Ben's bracelet."
"Can we wrap it in nice paper — too, mommy?"
"Of course. I have the perfect wrapping paper."
"Yay," Cena yells.
"Maura — it was good seeing you. I will call you — I promise. Say goodbye, girls."
"Bye, Grams. I love you," Cena says giving her grandmother a parting hug.
"Bye-bye, Cena," Maura says adoringly as she presses a kiss to her granddaughter's cheek.
"Bye," Asha says quietly, before turning and running after Olivia and Cena.
"Good-bye, Asha," Maura says sadly, staring at her objet petit a, the person she believes will make her whole.
"Mom — what do you want? Why are you here?"
"Goodness, Fitzgerald — what has happened to your manners?"
Fitz sighs heavily then plops down in the club chair across from his mother.
"I'm sorry — how are you? I'm sure this situation hasn't been easy for you either."
"That certainly is an understatement. Fitzgerald — your father is willing to forgive you — put aside this feud the two of you are having. After all — we are still family. Asha will be safe at our home. I'm begging you son — please — reconsider. Let me have Asha. Let her come live with me," she pleads, no longer able to hold back the tears.
Fitz leans forward in the chair and stares at his mother with cold, blue eyes.
"He's willing to forgive me? Well — isn't that rich. Did you know?"
"Fitzgerald — please," Maura says, fumbling in her purse for a handkerchief.
"Did. You. Know?" He demands through clenched teeth.
"Your father never met the man. How could he know that horrible man was a maniac?"
"That's what I thought. Asha will be staying with Liv and me — forever."
"Fitzgerald."
"Liv and I have taken steps to make things legal with Asha."
Maura's eyes widen.
"CPS has appointed us as her foster parents. We're keeping her, mom."
"You're punishing me because of what your father has done. You're being unfair, Fitzgerald."
"If dad wants to make things better — tell him to keep his mouth shut if the investigator interviews you two."
XXX
Later that evening as she performs her nightly routine, Olivia thinks about her visit with her mother-in-law. She feels awful about how things have turned out. After all, she was the one who encouraged Maura to take Asha.
"I felt bad for her, babe — guilty really," Olivia says, rubbing the cream on her hands.
"You have nothing to feel guilty about. This is not on you. My father is the one who put us all in this situation. Besides — my mother's hands aren't clean."
"She seemed so heartbroken. Tell me — what do you think about the latest resume Dayna sent over?"
Fitz expels a heavy sigh.
"What was that?" She asks.
"What?" Giving his wife a perplexed look.
"That sigh. Don't you like Mr. Jeffries?"
"I don't know, Liv," he says, shaking his head from side to side as he walks into the closet to hang up his clothes.
"Why aren't you sure? He's certainly qualified. "I'll admit — he is different — nothing like Hildie."
"You see how he dresses. The man has tattoos for God's sake."
"You can't hold his appearance against him. That's discrimination."
"It's - it's just …" Fitz stammers as he stands at the foot of the bed wearing only his boxers.
"Just what, Fitz?" She says with frustration.
"He's a man, Liv. I don't know if I want a man around you and the girls."
"Fitzgerald Thomas Grant the Third — are you being sexist?"
"I'm being cautious. You need to ask the agency to send over more resumes."
"I like him. He's — he's interesting. He sort of has that Lenny Kravitz look," smiling as she rubs the cream on her arm. "I love his dreadlocks. Do you think I'd look good with dreadlocks?"
Fitz rolls his eyes.
"His credentials are impeccable — you can't deny that. He's worked for some of the most prominent families in the State. He comes highly recommended."
"So did, Hildie," he mutters as he walks toward the bathroom. Olivia continues smiling as she stares at the photograph of the latest candidate.
"I'm going to take a shower. Do you want to join me?" He is done talking about Lenny.
"Not tonight, babe, I'm too wound up," sticking out her tongue as he closes the bathroom door.
XXX
They are running out of options. Fitz rejected the housekeeper they interviewed last week. He said she smiled too much and wore too much makeup. He did not think she would be a suitable helper for the girls. So, once again, they prepare to interview another housekeeper.
Olivia tosses another outfit onto the pile of clothes on the bed she has deemed unacceptable. Fitz shakes his head.
"We're going to need help around here soon, Fitz. The schools are reopening in a few weeks and Council sessions will resume — too. So be nice."
"I haven't decided if I'm going back, Liv," giving her a sheepish look.
"Yes — you have. And I'm okay with it. I really am."
"There's just so much unfinished business. The schools are a mess and the report on charter schools is due shortly after we return."
"I understand, babe. That's why we can't afford to let another qualified housekeeper get away."
"Fine — but can we push back the Interview until next week?"
"Babe — we've already rescheduled once because of our appointment with Dr. Perry. Besides — it's too late — he's already on his way. He should be here any minute. Ugh."
"What's the matter?" He frowns as he watches her run into the closet again.
"I need to find something to wear," she says, rifling through the racks of clothes. "Nothing ever fits."
"You've changed your clothes twice already. I don't know why you're making such a big deal about this interview," he says as he pulls the powder-blue V-neck sweater over his head.
'You read the resume. It's impressive. I don't want to lose this one — so be nice."
"Why wouldn't I be nice?"
"Babe — let's review the game plan again," she says, walking from the closet carrying two more outfits.
He rolls his eyes.
"Don't roll your eyes — this is important. Remember — while I'm asking my questions — you take notes. I don't want to miss anything. I can't ask questions and take notes at the same time. When you ask questions - I'll take notes. When we debrief later tonight we can review how well he answered our questions."
"You don't need to take notes for me," he says, looking in the mirror and forking his fingers through his hair.
"Why not?" Surprise filling her voice.
"Because I don't need it. I tell you this all the time. I'll remember everything I need to know."
"Okay, Mr. Lawyer. And babe — don't interrogate him. This is not one of your negotiating sessions. I want you to be nice."
"Why do you keep saying that? Why wouldn't I be nice?"
"Babe — just go downstairs and let him in when he gets here. I don't want him standing outside in the heat. And make sure the girls are behaving. And make Jo take off that helmet — she's become fixated on it.
"Okay — I'll go let Lenny in," chuckling as he walks from the bedroom.
His name is Mr. Jeffries," Olivia calls out.
XXX
Jeffries has been sitting in the well-appointed family room for 15 minutes being eyed by three little girls and the family pet. They are all waiting for Olivia to come downstairs.
"My wife will be down shortly," Fitz repeats for the second time. Liv is probably changing her clothes again. "May I get you something to drink?"
"No thank you, Mr. Grant," Jeffries says, answering the question for the second time.
Cena and Asha sit on the sofa close to Fitz, staring wide-eyed at who might be the new housekeeper. They have never seen anyone who looks like him. Still wearing the helmet, Jolie stands across the room also eyeing the stranger.
"You have a lot of bracelets like my NaNa," Cena says, assessing the silver bracelets and bangles lining Jeffries' left arm.
"Is that right?" Jeffries replies with a smile. He stands when he sees the heavily pregnant woman enter the room carrying a notepad and an ink pen. Fitz also stands to escort his wife over to the sofa.
"Jeffries — this is my wife, Olivia."
"Hello, Mr. Jeffries. It's a pleasure to meet you," Olivia says, smiling broadly as she extends a handshake.
"The pleasure is mine," Jeffries replies with a smile.
"Sit down, Liv," Fitz says, beginning to help to lower his wife down onto the sofa.
"I don't need help, Fitz," she says as she gingerly lowers herself onto the edge of the sofa cushion. Sitting on the edge makes it easier for her to get up later.
Fitz wants to roll his eyes because she is always asking him to help her to sit down or get up from a chair.
"I am so sorry to keep you waiting, Mr. Jeffries," Olivia says, smiling demurely as she sets the notepad and ink pen on the coffee table.
"It's not a problem, Mrs. Grant. I enjoyed spending time with your husband and the girls. And — it's just Jeffries— no Mister."
Olivia smiles then look over at Jolie who is staring at Jeffries with her mouth hanging open.
"Jo — stop staring at Mr. — at Jeffries. And take off that helmet."
Jolie waves at Jeffries and smiles. Jeffries waves back at the precocious toddler and smiles.
"Let's get started, Liv," Fitz interjects.
"Of course. Jeffries — my husband and I are looking for someone to help us with our three girls and household duties like preparing meals — house cleaning — and laundry. The girls are returning to school in a few weeks and in case of emergencies we might need you to pick them up from school. Oh — we will also need you to shop for groceries."
Jeffries nods. "Does Jolie attend school?"
"Not yet. I work at home most days so Jolie will stay with me."
"Hi," Jolie says.
"Hello, Jolie," Jeffries replies, greeting the toddler again.
"We call her JoJo," Asha advises Jeffries.
"I will make a note of it," Jeffries says, using the stylus to jot down something on the iPad.
Olivia looks at her husband and sees he is not taking any notes.
"My husband is also returning to work in a few weeks — when city council resumes."
Jeffries scribbles a note on the iPad.
"We are having twins in a few months — so we will need more help when the babies come home."
"And when are you due, Mrs. Grant?"
"We're due in December," placing a hand on her stomach.
"Congratulations. Perhaps you'll have two Christmas babies."
"I wish," she coos. "We recently had the nursery redecorated — would you like to see it?"
"Of course. I would love to."
"We'll give you a tour of the entire house - so you'll know what you're getting into."
"That will be perfect."
Fitz clears his throat and uncrosses his legs. He needs to break up the little chat session else they will be here all day.
"Jeffries — your resume says for the past 15 years you worked for several prominent families in the Washington area. Your most recent engagement was with the Bradleys. You spent six years with them — why did you leave?"
Olivia reaches for the notepad and ink pen. Jeffries reaches inside his vest pocket to retrieve an envelope.
"Just in case the agency didn't send it over — here is my Letter of Recommendation from the Bradleys," handing Fitz the envelope.
"Thank you," Fitz says, setting the envelope on the coffee table.
"The Bradleys are a lovely family and I am sorry I will be leaving them. I started working with the Bradley's when the children were about Cena and Asha's age — if not a little older. They are teenagers now — and as you can imagine — they each have their circle of friends and are involved in a slew of extracurricular activities. Two are driving and Little Caleb will be getting his driver's license next year. To make a long story short, Mr. Grant — the Bradley's simply no longer need me. Oh — Mr. and Mrs. Bradley wanted to retain me — of course — but there just wasn't enough for me to do. I enjoy working with families who have busy schedules and young children who need my help."
"Why did you choose housekeeping as a profession," Fitz asks, eyeing the man closely.
"Mr. Grant — I like to consider myself more of a domestic engineer — a family helper. I worked in the hospitality industry for many years and I saw an awful lot of families who were stressed and not really enjoying themselves while they were supposed to be having family time. Parents sat in restaurants with their cell phones pressed to their ear and the children were bored and misbehaving because they weren't getting the attention they craved from their parents. I knew if I could help families to get organized — help to structure their lives — they would have more time to enjoy with each other. That's how I get my energy, Mr. Grant — helping families."
Olivia nods her head as she quickly scribbles on the notepad.
"Walk us through your other positions, Jeffries. Tell us what worked well for you and the families who employed you and what didn't."
"I'll start with my first position. In 2002 — I worked for the Richelieu family in Spokane. I — "
Jeffries stops talking mid-sentence when the doorbell rings. Fitz and Olivia look at each other wondering who it could be. They are not expecting any visitors today.
"I'll get it. Excuse me, Jeffries," Fitz says and Bowtie trots from the room behind him.
"Of course," Jeffries replies, smiling politely.
"Jeffries— so you were saying ..."
Olivia frowns and looks over her shoulder when she hears her husband's raised voice and Bowtie barking.
"Excuse me, Jeffries. Stay here, girls," Olivia says as she hurries from the room to see the cause of the raucous.
"I said this is not a good time," Fitz says, his body blocking the entrance.
"But we synced our calendars, Mr. Grant."
"You should've called first. That's the proper thing to do."
"That defeats the purpose — doesn't it?"
"Cynthia— we weren't expecting you today," Olivia says, placing her hand on Fitz' arm. "Quiet Bowtie."
"Mrs. Grant — I was clear that the first home visit would need to occur within 48 hours. Those are the rules. This is not negotiable," glaring at the man of the house.
Cynthia is keenly aware of the authority she wields and the fear she instills in some of the wealthiest families in the area who will do anything to retain custody of their children or grandchildren.
Fitz' face reddens. He does not like the veiled threat and he certainly does not like strangers coming to their home uninvited.
"Of course. We just ... Come in — please," Olivia stammers. Bowtie barks again when Cynthia enters the foyer. "Go to Cena, Bowtie," Olivia commands, pointing toward the family room.
Cynthia glares at the dog as she steps into the foyer. She glances around the massive space. The house reeks of money in an understated way. She has inspected many homes over the years, but this is by far one of the most stunning foyers she has seen.
"We are in the middle of interviewing a housekeeper," Olivia offers.
"Will this housekeeper be living in your home?" Cynthia asks, quickly pouncing on the new information.
"No — of course not," Olivia replies.
"I will need to do a background check on all adults who will be living or working in the home, Mrs. Grant. Any adult living or working around Asha must be thoroughly investigated. I'm sure I told you that."
"There was so much information to absorb — perhaps we forgot," Olivia says as she nervously rubs the back of her neck.
"Do you mind if I meet this housekeeper? She would need to know about the background check."
"I've already taken care of that," Fitz says tersely.
"I'm sure you have, Mr. Grant — but CPS uses its own resources in matters like this."
Fitz grimaces at Cynthia, he officially hates the woman.
"Come in, Cynthia — please. We've not decided on anyone yet. As I said — we are interviewing," Olivia says trying to be polite. She knows Cynthia holds all the cards. She knows Cynthia can snatch Asha from their home at will. "We must ask him if it is all right, Cynthia."
"Him? You're considering hiring a man as your housekeeper?"
"Are you discriminating, Ms. Harrington? Discrimination is illegal — you do know that?" Fitz says sarcastically.
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Jeffries sees the change in the Grants' demeanor when they return to the family room with their guest. Mrs. Grant is clearly anxious and Mr. Grant is red-faced angry. He wonders who is the woman that can have that kind of effect on the power couple.
"Jeffries — this is Cynthia Harrington. She's a social worker with Child Protection Services. We didn't get a chance to tell you ..." Olivia says, brushing the tears from her cheek.
"Sit down, Liv," Fitz says, ushering his distraught wife over to the sofa.
"Mr. Jeffries — Cynthia Harrington of Child Protection Services," Cynthia says, extending a handshake.
Jeffries stands and accepts the handshake. He withdraws his hand thinking the woman's energy is out of balance.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Harrington."
Three sets of little girls' eyes stare at the woman.
"And you must be Asha," Cynthia says, bending at the waist and looking into the little girl's big brown eyes.
Asha moves toward Baaba, the protector.
"We haven't had a chance to discuss the situation with her," Olivia says.
"In matters like this, Mrs. Grant — it's best to be upfront with children," Cynthia says.
"Of course," Olivia replies, rubbing her stomach.
"Perhaps I should take the girls into the kitchen so you can meet with Miss Harrington," Jeffries offers.
"Thank you, Jeffries. That's a good idea," Olivia says, pointing in the direction of the kitchen.
"Come on Little Ones — let's find something interesting to do in the kitchen."
Jolie walks toward Jeffries but the older girls look to Olivia and Fitz for permission. They have been taught not to go anywhere with strangers.
"It's all right, girls — you can go in the kitchen with Jeffries," Fitz says.
"Asha stays here," Cynthia says with a tone of authority. "I need to ask her a few questions."
Asha looks up at Fitz again.
"It's okay, sweetheart. You stay here with GoGo and me."
Asha remains frozen in place. She knows something is wrong because Baaba and GoGo look sad, and the woman does not seem to be nice. She wants to go in the kitchen with Cena and Jolie.
"Come on, Little Ladies — let's go in the kitchen," Jeffries says, taking Cena and Asha by the hand.
"Mr. Jeffries— if you are employed by the Grants — you will need to undergo an extensive background check by CPS."
"I have nothing to hide, Miss Harrington. For the record — I would be honored to work for the Grants."
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For the next 15 minutes Cynthia sits on the sofa in the Grants' family room asking Asha a series of questions. She asks what it is like living with the Grants. She asks if she feels threatened living in the home. She asks if she has ever been harmed or felt unsafe.
Hand balled in a tight fist; Fitz is getting angrier by the minute. He wants to throw the obnoxious woman out of their home but his wife's eyes tell him to remain calm.
Satisfied with Asha's answers, Cynthia is ready to inspect the house. She wants to see every square-foot of the almost-6000-square-foot home. She and her girlfriends love touring large expensive homes like this on the weekends. They get so many design ideas for their much smaller homes.
First, Fitz and Olivia show Cynthia Asha's newly decorated bedroom. The room is a little girl's dream. She wishes she could afford to decorate her Morgan's bedroom the same way. Next, they show the woman every room in the house, including their bedroom. The primary bedroom looks like one of those five-star hotel suites. It is stunning, although there are clothes piled on the bed. The world-renowned negotiator turned politician and his philanthropist wife actually have good taste.
"If there isn't anything else — then you should go, Miss Harrington," Fitz says, already escorting Cynthia to the front door.
"But — I haven't seen the kitchen."
Jeffries and the girls watch Cynthia as she inspects the kitchen, including the pantry.
"Now— you can leave," Fitz says.
"Of course — but I will be back, Mr. Grant. You should expect monthly visits. Have a good day, Mrs. Grant. Mr. Jeffries."
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Fitz takes the girls upstairs to play so he and Olivia can finish interviewing Jeffries.
"I am so sorry for the interruption, Jeffries — we weren't expecting any visitors today," Olivia says apologetically.
"There's no need to apologize, Mrs. Grant. It's obvious your family is juggling many obligations."
"That's an understatement," Olivia says, rubbing her stomach. "Can I get you something to drink? Perhaps a snack? You've been here much longer than you planned."
"Nothing for me, Mrs. Grant — but thank you for the offer. I learned a long time ago that life doesn't always happen the way we plan. As the saying goes — Man plans and God laughs."
Olivia crinkles her brow trying to recall where she heard the saying before.
"We must accept what happens — then move on. What other choice do we have?"
"Jeffries— I really feel that I owe you an explanation about what just happened," Olivia says, sitting down on the edge of the bench.
"It's not necessary, Mrs. Grant."
"Asha's mother died suddenly a few months ago and Asha has been living with our family ever since. Asha has become a part of our family and we love her very much and want her to continue living with us. We recently informed CPS of the situation —and well — "
"Mrs. Grant — there is no need to explain. You and Mr. Grant have three beautiful little girls. Anyone can see how much you love them."
"You didn't know you would be investigated by CPS, Jeffries."
"Mrs. Grant — in my business — I'm investigated all the time. As I told Miss Harrington— I have nothing to hide."
"We have to go", Fitz says, hurrying into the kitchen in a panic.
"What — what's the matter?" Olivia asks, holding her stomach. Her mind is racing, wondering what is wrong.
"It's Abigail. John just called. She's at the hospital. The baby is expected at any minute."
"But she's not due for almost two more months," Olivia says, looking at her husband with fear in her eyes.
"We have to go, Liv. I'll get the girls ready."
Olivia gives Jeffries an apologetic look and he smiles.
"I'm so sorry, Jeffries. Abby is our sister-in-law. She's married to Fitz' brother," Olivia says, her hand starting to tremble.
"Breathe, Mrs. Grant. Slow and deep," Jeffries says, demonstrating how to take calming breaths. Olivia nods her head and breathes with Jeffries. "That's right. That's right. In and out. In and out. Is that better?"
Olivia nods her head. The technique is familiar.
"You must think — "
"I think you are a very busy family. Don't worry. Call me if you would like to reschedule. Remember, God laughs …"
"Thank you, Jeffries, for understanding," Olivia says sadly.
Jeffries reaches into his vest pocket and pulls out a beautiful purple crystal and hands it to her. She crinkles her brow.
"Amethyst crystal. It'll help to keep you calm. Keep it close at all times.
"Come on, Liv," Fitz says with urgency, impatiently standing in the doorway with the girls.
"Best of luck to your sister-in-law," Jeffries says, looking at the anxious couple. "I will let myself out. Good-bye, Little Ones."
"Bye," Jolie says, waving her hand. Jeffries smiles down at the little girl who is still wearing the helmet.
"Girls — go wait by the door. We have to go to the hospital," Fitz says hurriedly.
"Daddy – Bowtie is hungry."
"I filled his bowls earlier," Olivia says, but Cena looks up at her father.
"Cena — go wait by the door with Asha and Jo." Olivia demands.
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When they arrive at the hospital, his parents and Bennie are already sitting in the waiting room. Ethan is sleeping on his grandmother's lap and Big Gerry scowls at his namesake in disgust.
"Hello, Gerry. Hello, Maura," Olivia greets her in-laws politely. Maura glances over at Asha who is holding Olivia's hand then looks away without responding.
"Grams, Gramps," Cena yells when she sees her grandparents.
"How's my Cena doing?" Gerry says, leaning forward with elbows resting on his knees and smiling at his granddaughter.
"Gramps — do you want to know what time it is?"
"I certainly do."
"Stay her Cena," Fitz commands, pulling his daughter back.
"But I want to show Gramps what time it is," Cena says innocently.
"Let her go, Fitz," Olivia says softly.
"Don't cross me, Olivia," he says through clenched teeth. "Bennie — what do you know?"
"John came out briefly awhile ago. He couldn't stay long. He said Abigail started bleeding and cramping earlier and he called 9-1-1. She's being prepped for an emergency C-section."
"Oh my, God," Olivia gasps, bringing a hand to her mouth and the other to her stomach. "She's not due for almost two more months."
Olivia reaches into her pocket for the purple crystal.
XXX
A few hours later John enters the waiting room to update the family on Abigail and Baby Joshua's condition. He said he will be staying at the hospital overnight and Fitz volunteered to take his godson home with them. Bennie will stay the night with his brother and the rest of the family will return tomorrow.
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"Everybody's asleep," Fitz says, walking into the bedroom rolling up his sleeve. "Ethan is sleeping in Cena's bed. Cena and Asha will share a bed for the night or for however long Ethan needs to stay with us."
"Close the door, babe," Olivia says tiredly, setting the crystal onto her nightstand. "How is Ethan doing?"
"He's fine — the pizza helped. Staying here with the girls is an adventure for him. He has no idea what's going on."
"Did you see the look on John's face? He was so scared," Olivia says.
"Of course," he was," Fitz replies tersely as he unbuttons his shirt. "Abigail and the baby are going to be fine, Liv," he says, pretending to be unaffected by the situation.
"Babe — time is short. Tomorrow isn't promised to us. Abby delivering early — well it could have gone either way. You need to make things right with your father."
"I'm going to take a shower. Are you going to join me tonight?" His way of saying I need you.
"Are you kidding me?" Looking at him with disbelief. "Aren't we going to discuss what happened at the hospital?"
"There's nothing to discuss," he says curtly as he steps out of his pants and carries them into the closet.
"Your daughter is confused, Fitz. Cena doesn't understand why she can no longer play with her grandfather. This war you have going on with Gerry needs to stop."
"We are not discussing this tonight."
"Then when are we going to discuss it, Fitzgerald?"
"Can we not do this tonight? Please?" He is exhausted. He is emotionally drained. Olivia sighs with frustration.
"When do you want to reschedule the interview with Jeffries?"
"Let's put that on hold for a while," he says, walking into the bathroom and closing the door.
Olivia wants to scream at her obstinate husband; instead, she picks up the amethyst crystal from the nightstand and expels a heavy sigh. She stares at the crystal for a long while, wondering if it really works. She wonders if it really has calming powers.
XXX
There is so much going on in their lives and he feels like there is no relief in sight. The battle with his father, CPS, and bringing another stranger into their home; it is all getting to be too much. He feels like he is losing control of everything around him and that makes him uncomfortable.
Joshua Ian Grant's early arrival into the world triggered a myriad of feelings, and for the past few weeks he has been stoic as he mentally traversed the realm of what-ifs. What if Olivia delivers prematurely? What if she or one or both of their babies does not survive an early delivery. What if, what if, what if? The possibilities are endless and equally terrifying.
He inhales deeply before entering their bedroom, thinking about that day almost seven months ago when Olivia announced they were expecting again. She was excited; he was scared. He loves children and has always wanted a passel, but he did not want a house full of children at the expense of his wife's health. Cena and Jolie would have to be enough.
His heart flutters when he walks into the bedroom and sees the love of his life slowly massaging circles on her round stomach. He cannot imagine his life without her.
"Are you uncomfortable? Are the babies doing the two-step again?" He asks, forcing a smile.
"I'm fine, babe. They've finally calmed down for the night. No more jabbing and kicking," she chuckles lightly.
"What's that?" He asks, motioning his head toward the small brown bottle on her night table.
"Marion made a blend of essential oils for me before she left. She says it will help with the stretch marks."
"Is it working?" He asks, picking up the bottle to read the handwritten label.
"I don't know. I've only been using it for a few days."
"Marion should patent it if it works. I'm sure a lot of people would buy it," he says, pulling a pair of boxers and a tee-shirt from his drawer.
"Don't you think Abby seemed different today? She didn't seem like herself. She is still being quieter than usual — withdrawn actually.
"Maybe she's just tired. Being a new mother is exhausting — so I'm told," he adds quickly with a smile.
"Maybe. I'll give her a few days — then I'll visit her and Joshua again."
"Mhmm."
"I think Joshua arriving early scared her. I would be scared. I was scared," she says softly.
"What's this?" Fitz asks, picking up the purple crystal from her nightstand.
"It's a crystal. Amethyst. Jeffries gave it to me. He says it has calming effects. He said it will help my anxiety."
"Have you had an anxiety attack lately?" Looking at her with concern.
"I got a little anxious the day we found out about Abby. That's when Jeffries gave it to me."
"How are you feeling now?" Continuing to look at her with concern.
"I'm fine. I guess it's working," taking the crystal from his hand.
Fitz climbs into bed and leans back against the headboard thinking about the look on John's face on that dreadful day when he walked into the waiting room to update the family on Abigail and the baby's condition. He could see the fright in his brother's eyes. He could see a man who was terrified about what the future might hold for his wife and son. He could see his brother's fear because he was scared, too. John and Abigail's situation hit too close to home.
"I want you to tell me when you're feeling anxious, Liv."
"It was just once, babe."
"I want to know — okay?" He says firmly. His eyes say he is serious.
"Okay," she says, tightening the cap on the bottle of oil.
"I mean it, Liv."
"What's the matter with you tonight?" She knows something is bothering him. He has not been himself lately.
He sighs.
"Fitz — what's wrong?"
"I don't want us to be Abigail and John. I don't want our babies to be born prematurely. I don't want anything to happen to you or our babies. Promise me you'll tell me if you ever feel anxious or panicky."
"I will."
"Call Lenny so we can finish the interview. I don't want you worrying about this house or anything else."
Olivia crawls onto his lap sideways, wraps her arms around his neck, and presses a kiss to his cheek.
"I hope he's still available. It's been almost two weeks," nuzzling her face against his neck. "And babe — you need to stop calling him Lenny. One day you're going to slip and call him that to his face."
"I know I can be an ass sometimes, Liv — and I'm sorry."
"Sometimes?" She says playfully.
"I just want you and our children – all of our children — to be safe," sliding his hand under the nightgown and rubbing her stomach. "Am I forgiven?" Kissing down her neck as he slips the nightgown strap off her shoulder.
"You are forgiven," she says, pressing her lips to his cheek again. He dips his head and licks the pert nipple.
"You smell so good," he mutters, sucking the nipple with intensity.
"Not too hard, babe."
"How about this?" He mumbles, tenderly licking and kissing the round mound.
"Yes —just like that," she says, sliding down the other strap.
"I love your breasts. I love your stretch marks," he mutters, turning his attention to the other breast.
"You love them because they're big," smiling at the feel of him growing against her butt.
"I do," he says, moving his tongue over the smoothness of the breast.
After two pregnancies Olivia and Fitz know how to sexually please each other without worrying about harming their unborn babies. When they were pregnant with Cena, Fitz was worried he could hurt the baby during intercourse. His normally high libido was almost nonexistent and Olivia was sexually frustrated. She asked Dr. Perry to convince her overly cautious husband that it was okay for them to have a normal sex life during their pregnancy. She told Dr. Perry he could not leave any room for interpretation, that he must be clear and crisp because her husband would find a loophole to refrain from having sex if he did not think their unborn child was safe.
Fitz — sex is good and necessary for a healthy marriage. Have sex — lots of sex. You cannot harm your baby.
Fitz took Dr. Perry's directive to heart because 15 minutes later they were making passionate love in the back of his old BMW parked in the underground garage of the Medical Arts Building.
XXX
"Lift," Fitz says, struggling to push down his boxers.
"You are so ready," she says, caressing his growing penis.
"I am so ready."
"Tell me what you need, babe," staring in his eyes as she pulls the tee-shirt over his head.
"I want to make love to my wife."
"That's what you want. Tell me what you need," placing wet kisses over his face. She knows exactly what he needs. She just wants to hear him say it.
"I need you to suck me off while I eat your wet pussy."
"Lie on your side."
Positioned opposite each other, his head between her thighs and her head between his thighs, they explore each other's intimate parts with their tongues, their lips, their hands. They love the intimacy of the position. They love controlling each other's pleasure with a flick of the tongue, a gentle wet kiss, or an irresistible suck. The mutual stimulation is extremely sensual.
"Just like that, Livvie. Just like that," slowly pumping in her mouth.
The bulging veins rubbing against the walls of her mouth are intoxicating and her desire is heightened exponentially and she wants to devour him fully. Swirling her tongue around the bulbous head, he begins to leak and she eagerly laps up the clear fluid oozing through the small slit.
"Babe - you taste so good," her clitoris swelling with excitement. He covers her inner thighs with wet, open-mouthed kisses and she writhes with pleasure.
"So wet. So sweet," extending his wonderful tongue into her opening.
"Don't stop, babe. Please don't stop."
With two fingers thrust inside, his tongue presses against the sensitive clitoris and she rocks her hips back and forth, grinding against his soft lips. She is close.
"Cum for me, baby," his plea is low and urgent.
Anticipating the wonderful gift that awaits him, his long fingers curl upward and he hits the elusive erogenous spot. Cries of ecstasy fill the air and she shudders uncontrollably, instinctively releasing the gift he desperately desires. His excitement is beyond measure, salivating as the creamy fluid pools between her legs. It is a stimulus. It is electrifying. It is his thing.
"I need to taste it, Liv. Suck me hard."
With head bobbing back and forth, she sucks him hard and he greedily slurps up every trace of the creamy delight.
"Fucking delicious. So. Fucking. Delicious."
Extra careful not to bump her protruding stomach, Fitz crawls behind his wife and cradles her belly. With eyes closed, he slowly brushes the sensitive head up and down her opening and they moan with pleasure.
His strokes are slow and shallow and the sensations rising from his balls to his penis are indescribable. Like a man possessed, he pumps deeper and faster and his groin aches for relief. The pressure is exquisitely unbearable and he does not want to let go but the body is demanding its due.
He surrenders.
Time seems to stop as nature's mind-blowing, feel-good chemicals flood his body. He is in free fall and the colors swirling in his head are vivid and beautiful. The tension has been released and he feels euphoric. He feels relaxed. He feels at ease.
"Are you all right?" He asks, clearing his throat as he pulls his wife close.
"I'm fine, babe," her voice raspy from screaming and moaning.
"So much is happening, Liv. I really needed that. I needed you."
"I know. You can always be vulnerable with me, babe. You're not in this alone. I'm always by your side."
He kisses her again and he dozes off feeling a kind of peace he has not experienced in weeks.
XXX
When the alarm system chimes Olivia and Fitz smile at each other wondering what Asha has brought home today from camp. She has been geeking out ever since they enrolled her in Science Camp. Each day when she comes home she is more excited than the last about the newest thing she made or the latest science experiment. Yesterday it was a straw rocket. The day before, squishy circuits.
"Baaba — GoGo — look what we did at Science Camp today," Asha says excitedly as she runs into the family room holding up a jar. Olivia cringes when her eyes connect with the preserved amphibian floating lifelessly in the jar.
"Wow — that's terrific," Fitz says too enthusiastically as he takes the jar from the little girl's hand to examine the lifeless frog.
"Did you have fun today?" Olivia asks, trying her best not to look at the bulging eyes.
"Yes — and guess what, GoGo — we dissected a mouse. The teacher said that's what surgeons do. I'm going to be a doctor just like Uncle Bennie."
"Not a lawyer like your Baaba and Uncle John?"
"No — a doctor," she says, taking the jar from Fitz' hand. "May I take him to my room and show Cena?" Looking at Olivia.
"Yes — you may take it to your room — but Cena is still napping," Olivia says.
"Does her stomach still hurt?"
"She's feeling better but she's still a little tired."
"Oh — okay. Bye, Jeffries. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Take care, Little One. Be careful —don't fall," Jeffries calls after the excited little girl. "That thing stared at me the entire drive home. I didn't want to say anything in the car — but it gives me the creeps," Jeffries says, his body shuddering with disgust.
Olivia and Fitz chuckle.
"Thank you, Jeffries — for picking up Asha today. I wanted to stay here with Liv to keep an eye on Cee."
"You know I don't mind, Mr. Grant. Asha is so smart — and such a chatterbox — too. So — is Cena feeling better?"
"She is. She drank a few glasses of that concoction you made for her. What's in it exactly?" Olivia asks.
"Trust me — you don't want to know, Mrs. Grant. I'm going to put the casserole in the oven before I head out. The vegetables are all prepped. You simply need to — "
"Steam and toss them in olive oil and fresh herbs," Olivia chuckles. "You're making us too healthy, Jeffries," Olivia says, rubbing her stomach.
"The body is our temple, Mrs. Grant — we can't do enough to keep it healthy," Jeffries says before heading toward the kitchen.
Olivia looks at her husband who seems to be sulking.
"What's the matter, babe?" Caressing his hand.
"I'm wounded, Liv," bringing a fist to his chest. "I've been replaced by my brother and a dead — slimy—bulging-eyed amphibian."
"Aw, babe — you'll be fine," brushing her hand through his hair.
"She's happy?" Fitz smiles, taking Olivia's hand in his.
"She's happy."
"Is Cena happy?"
"Cee is happy, babe."
"Is Jo happy?"
"Jo is happy, too," she says with a chuckle.
"Is Bowtie happy?"
"Everyone is happy, babe."
"Are you happy?" He asks seriously as he stares into her eyes.
"I'm incredibly happy," she says, rubbing her left side when she feels the one-two punch. "I think the babies are happy, too —placing his hand on her side. "Are you happy, babe?"
"Kiss me," he says, pulling her onto his lap.
"Babe — Jeffries is in there," she says, glancing toward the kitchen.
"I don't care. Don't you want me to be happy — too?"
"You're being bad."
"I am. Now kiss me, woman."
The ringing phone interrupts their impromptu make-out session and Olivia gives him an apologetic look.
"I'm sorry, babe — I need to get this. It's probably Grayson. He said he would call around four. Fitz holds her on his lap, trailing kisses down her neck. Olivia giggles as she answers the phone.
"Hello," she answers, smiling broadly at her handsy husband.
"Hello, Mrs. Grant — this is Cynthia Harrington. I have some news for you."