Chapter Eight: I Need A Date

"Well she just looks absolutely beautiful in those photos darling. You must tell her for me. Absolutely gorgeous." Marilyn gushed over the phone. She had been raving over Olivia's pictures in Essence magazine, since she saw them.

Olivia's photoshoot with essence magazine had gone better that Olivia had hoped. Unfortunately Fitz couldn't accompany her as she had hoped, but Alex was more than happy to go with her. Olivia had fun getting pampered by the hair and make-up crew. She never really loved playing dress up, but she loved changing into the different outfits for the shoot. They shot her on a couple different scenes. Some were she was posed with a painting or one of her sculptures, when she had on a really elegant ballroom gown. And the others, were she was captured painting on an easel. Those were probably her favorite, because it was the most natural. She looked as if she was at GAI working on another painting. She had on overalls and a white t-shirt, her hair was in a messy bun on top if her head and paint smeared on her clothes. After she got over her initial hesitancy and a little pep talk from Alex, Olivia let loose and had fun for her photoshoot.

"I will mother."

"Honestly Fitzgerald, I think she's the most beautiful girlfriend you've ever had. She has a real natural beauty about her, she's not trying too hard."

"She's not my girlfriend mother." Fitz corrected her once again. Ever since Marilyn met Olivia at Fitz's office, and even before then, Marilyn was convinced Fitz and Olivia were dating. She refused to believe otherwise. She knew when her son was smitten with a girl, she knew with all her children. She had only seen it only a few times before, so she definitely noticed it now.

"I guess I could just tell her tomorrow night," Marilyn just kept talking, as if Fitz hadn't said anything at all. Fitz only shook his head, and smiled. His mother would never change. "…When I see her at the auction fundraiser that is."

"Wait what? How are you going to see Liv tomorrow?"

"Did your brother not tell you? We got our invitation for the annual auction fundraiser, they sent it to the house, it's for us all it had all the tickets in it. I don't know why they sent all of them to the house, instead of to the individual person. Because I'm sure they have your address on file, we go every year." Fitz let his mother finish her rambling, before he spoke again.

"Patrick didn't tell me, but I've known about it for a while. The coordinators for the auction called a few months ago and asked could I donate a few paintings and sketch work for the auction."

"Oh Fitz darling that's great! I've been wanting to see some of your new work. I know how you don't like to debut your work until its finish and perfect."

"So what's this about seeing Liv tomorrow?"

"Oh well I just assumed that she would be your plus one. Patty is bringing a date as well, I had no idea he was dating Olivia's sister. Alex is her name right."

"Yes. But I didn't ask Olivia mother, and honestly I hadn't planned on it." That was a lie. No he hadn't asked her, but yes, he was thinking about it. He wanted badly to ask her to be his date for the evening, but he was worried she would think he was trying to be more than just friends. Of course he wanted to be b more, but he agreed to go slow and at her pace.

"Is she in the office? You could go ahead and ask her now."

"Uh, no. She's working at the center right now. She felt like she's been abandoning her group, so she's been spending more time there."

"Fitz you have to bring her, I was looking forward to seeing her again, we all were. I even told Tabitha about her, and she's looking forward to meeting her as well." Tabitha was Fitz's little sister. She was a model and the baby of the family and never let anyone forget it. She'd spent the last four months in Spain for a modelling job. She had a couple of shows to do, and decided to extend her stay for a vacation.

"When did Tabi get back in town?"

"Two weeks ago Fitz. You know sweetheart you really should visit more often."

"I know mother, I'm just busy right now. I have a lot going on at work. I'll visit shortly."

"Thank you. Know listen, I have to go. I think I hear that damn possum in my garden again. The flowers are dying anyway, but that's not the point. I called a guy the first time, but this is personal now, I think I still have your brothers BB gun in the attic."

"Alright, you have fun mother." Fitz hung up the phone, his mother was truly eccentric at times. Meaning all the time.

X

"Ms. Olivia can I use the restroom?"

Olivia looked up to see one of her students fidgeting in front of her. Taylor was one of Olivia's best students from the younger class, but she was also one of the most annoying. Not so much her personality, but the fact that she didn't ask to go to the bathroom, until the last minute. Until she could barely hold it any longer. Olivia couldn't count how many times Taylor had an accident that could've been easily avoided.

"Yes Taylor, grab a buddy and hurry. You're mom forgot to pack an extra pair of clothes for you today." The center had implemented the buddy system a few weeks ago, after one of the younger students wandered off going to the bathroom.

After Taylor and her buddy Gina and they both walked out the door, Olivia turned her attention back to her sketch book. The other children were sitting at their easels either drawing or painting a picture of their home and their family. But Olivia was caught up in her sketch book, as she had been for the past half an hour. Normally when she sketched aimlessly it would be a scenic portrait. Nowadays, the only things she could sketch was of the same man and woman in various stages. Some were sweet and innocent, cuddling on a couch or piggyback rides whit big smiles on their faces. And others were just down right sinful. Olivia herself couldn't help but blush at her own drawings. She never drew or painted anything this racy before. She never had a reason to, because she has never had the amount of sexual urges she has right now.

Olivia had been in plenty of relationships before, but she never even thought about taking their relationship to the next level. Some pretty heavy make out sessions was as far as Olivia would go in the past. She never knew why, but later on she would say 'he just wasn't the right guy'. But now, now she was having dreams about a man she wasn't even dating.

The odd thing is, she would've thought that by having dreams about her and Fitz in bed, then that would mean she would more than likely sketch herself and Fitz. But the man and woman in her sketches were definitely not. They had distinctly different features from Olivia and Fitz, and they were the same every time. She would never understand where her inspiration came from.

"Ms. Olivia." Olivia was startled from her thoughts, by a small voice calling her name. Olivia jumped, quickly closing her sketch book and turned her attention to the little boy standing in front of her.

"Yes Billy, what is it?"

"I'm finished!" The little boy spoke with a lisp, proudly holding up his freshly painted art project.

"Billy wow, that is amazing. You did such an amazing job." Olivia took the paper dripping with excessive paint and put it on a nearby table to dry. She then used just about all the Lysol wipes to clean off Billy's now multicolored hands. "Let's let this one dry for a while. How about you draw another picture, and this time use crayons or colored pencils okay."

"Okay." Billy ran off back to his easel. Olivia smiled, as she watched him concentrate on his picture. His little eyebrows furrowing and his tongue sticking out of his mouth. He really was a cute little guy. Once again, Olivia was brought out of her thoughts, but this time by her cell phone ringing. After she did a quick check on the kids, she walked through the connecting door to her office where her phone was.

"Hey you."

"Hi."

"To what do I owe this phone call?"

"Well I assume I'm supposed to ask how your day has been going. So how's your day been?"

"So far so good. I couldn't really tell you what's be going on though. I've been zoning in and out all day."

"What's got your mind so occupied?"

Olivia blushed once again, thinking about what had her mind occupied. "Um just some sketches that I've been working with." Olivia answered very vaguely for obvious reasons.

"What kind of sketches?"

Olivia shrugged as if he could see her over the phone. "Just sketches. I can't seem to put my book down."

"Well that's a good thing, keep the inspiration going. The worst thing an artist can lose is their inspiration." Fitz knew from personal experience how detrimental that could be. "So anyway, the reason I was calling was because I got a call from my mother today. She called to remind me of an auction fundraiser event tomorrow night. Apparently Patrick's bringing Alex along as his date."

'Yeah, she told me about it a couple of days ago, she's really excited. Which is kind of weird, because if you know Alex you'd know she doesn't do the dating thing."

"Yeah I was pretty shocked to hear Patrick was still seeing the same girl after a week. Anyway, since Patrick is bringing Alex, my mother assumed I was bringing you."

"If this is your way of asking me to go with you, you're doing a crap poor job of it." Olivia smiled.

"And I realize that now, so redo." Fitz obnoxiously cleared his throat for what felt like an hour, while Olivia laughed on the other end. "Now, Olivia will you please do me the honor of accompanying me to the auction fundraiser tomorrow night?"

Olivia had to stop laughing, before she could answer him. "Well since you asked so politely, of course I will."

"Great, my mother was really looking forward to seeing you again. And my sister is back in town ad she wants to meet you as well."

"Ooh I feel like a celebrity. I've never been this popular before."

"Just wait until you get there tomorrow." Fitz internally groaned at the thought of the media attention this fundraiser got. Most of the people on the guest list were well known big art fanatics and even a few politicians and celebrities. "So the fundraiser starts at eight, and I'll be by to pick you up at around seven thirty."

"That's fine." Olivia said, before realizing something else. "Hey Fitz, this is like some fancy thing right? Like a black tie, ball gown shindig?"

"Yeah, what's wrong?"

"I don't have anything to wear. I don't really shop for gowns when I go clothes shopping." Then Olivia remembered the dress Fitz bought for her in Paris. "Oh you know what, I could wear the dress you got me in Paris."

"No no you don't have to do that, I'll take care of it."

"No Fitz really I can wear the dress, it's not a problem." Fitz tried to stop him from buying her anything else. She was still trying to get over how much the first dress that he bought her cost.

"Olivia I already said I'll handle it, so don't worry about it. Just make sure someone's home to sign for a package later on today." Fitz's assistant knocked on his office door, and he knew she was reminding him of his meeting. "I have to go I have a meeting. Have fun with your mother today."

"Huh? Oh yeah right, I'll try."

X

After the last child in her class had been picked up by their parent, Olivia quickly changed into the clothes she had in her office closet. She didn't want to wear them to the center, of fear of one of the kids getting paint on her. She quickly changed into an all black, long sleeved dress that stop just above her knees. She put on a pair of black stockings and a pair of high heeled, burgundy suede shoes. She was really starting to love her high heel shoes. She pulled her hair up into a bun and put on her burgundy scarf and black and white plaid coat. She flagged down the first cab she could and quickly hopped in the beat the cold. She gave the cabbie the directions to an office building in the city and relaxed on the drive over.

She wasn't meeting her mother for a late lunch, she just didn't want to tell Fitz where she was actually going. A little over two weeks ago, Liv got a call from an art gallery called Amelia's. It was an internationally known art gallery that everyone wanted to have on their resume. Many artist that had made it big later on, had once had their art shown in Amelia's. It was owned and operated by a man named Marcus, he was an artist, who started sketching portraits of his young daughter, Amelia. Marcus's daughter passed away from leukemia at eight years old, and he began painting Amelia as a form of mourning and remembrance. Marcus spent the next three years sketching his daughter in various stages of her life. After those three years, he disappeared from the public eye only to return four years later with an entirely different portfolio. He was no longer sketching his daughter, but now racy and intimate portraits. Those were his most popular. He had made a name for himself and now owned multiple galleries both in the states and out of state.

But now Marcus was most known for poaching other artist from his competitor galleries. He had already poached two artist just this month, and although GAI wasn't one of his competitor galleries he wanted one of Fitzgerald Grant's artist. Olivia Pope.

When the cab pulled up to the gallery, Olivia paid the driver and grabbed her purse and portfolio and headed into the building. The atmosphere was a lot different than the GAI building. Fitz's building was more like a corporate office, and while Marcus's still had a cooperate feel, it was more laid back and relaxed.

Olivia took a moment to browse around the gallery, looking at all the diverse art work and sculptures on display. It didn't unnoticed by Olivia that most of the art work were nudes. But not the distasteful kind, and not even erotica. Just men and women in their natural setting, doing mundane things. Applying makeup, drinking a glass of wine while having a cigarette. They were beautiful, and expertly so. And they reminded Olivia of the art she had done, but was too shy to show.

"Beautiful aren't they?" A voice startled Olivia, pulling her attention from the paintings. "Sorry, I didn't meant to startle you. I just saw you admiring the painting."

"Oh yeah, it's beautiful. The artist is very talented."

"That she is. Would you believe she's only sixteen years old?"

"Really?" Olivia was shocked that a sixteen year old could paint with passion and finesse.

"Yeah. Her name is Vanessa Taylor. Troubled, but very talented kid." Marcus smiled at Olivia, and only then had she noticed that the space between them was slowly getting smaller.

"Um, well I should probably get going." Olivia tried to side step the man, but he put an arm out stopping her.

"Are you in a hurry?"

"Yes actually, I have a meeting with the owner."

"Marcus Walker? The painter guy?"

"Yeah, you know his work? Amazing right?"

"Eh, it's alright if you like that kind of thing."

Olivia scoffed at the man. "That kind of thing?"

"Yeah. He's different, it's hard to understand his work. It so difficult and complex."

"The complexity of his work is what makes his art amazing and brilliant. Marcus paints at the tune of his own brush. He doesn't paint what people are expecting, it's called shock value. I don't even know why you're here if you can't see that. Obviously you don't know good art when you see it."

The man only smiled at her again. "I guess not. By the way…" He held out his hand to shake. "Marcus Walker."

Olivia stared up at him with wide eyes. "What?"

"I said Marcus Walker, nice to meet you Ms. Pope."

"Now I'm embarrassed. I'm sorry about that. It's not that I don't know who you are, I've just never seen a good picture of you before- I mean not like the pictures aren't good, like your face isn't- but… And I'm still embarrassed. I'm just gonna stop talking now, if that's cool with everyone."

Marcus smiled, he loved to get beautiful women flustered over him. "No need to be embarrassed, and really no need to apologize or stop talking. It felt good hearing someone defending my work."

"Well it was true, you really are amazing."

"Yeah? Do you have any of my work?"

Olivia laughed a little. "Uh no, I can't exactly afford your work. But I do love to admire it from afar."

"Such a shame, I'll have to see what I can do about that." Marcus said, staring intently at Olivia. He had never seen her in person before, only in pictures and of course her recent magazine spread. And she was even more beautiful in person. "So shall we get started with the meeting then?" Marcus suggested after a few moments of them just standing quietly, while he just openly stared at Olivia without shame.

With a nod of her head, Marcus led them down a corridor that led to glass double doors. The doors opened up to a nice lushy, green courtyard. There were a few people sitting at the tables and benches, while others sat on a blanket on the ground. Even with the chilly weather outside, it was still nice to sit and enjoy the outdoors, especially in a beautiful atmosphere like this one.

"This is the courtyard, it's open for all the artist here and the employees that work in the gallery." Marcus said, as they walked a stone path to another set of double doors. "Sometimes they like to come out here to work, and the employees use it for their breaks. And this is where all the offices are, nothing special." Marcus put his hand on the small of Liv's back, as he led her down the hall to his office. He felt Olivia tense from his touch but she didn't pull away.

"So by now I'm pretty sure you know why I asked you to have this meeting with me."

"I have a feeling yes." Olivia sat in one of the chairs in front of his desk. "You want me to let you represent me, you want my art in your gallery."

"That I do Ms. Pope, that I do."

"You've already taken two artist from your competitors, why do you need me?"

"Because I know talent when I see it. And because I'm all about diversity, I like to give my buyers a good variety. I like you're style, and simply I just think you would make me a lot of money."

"So you're only in it for the money?"

"Of course not, I just really enjoy that perk of the job. But if you decide to let me represent you, I'm willing to negotiate a contract better than the one you have with Grant."

"I don't care about a higher pay. I'm comfortable with the money I'm making now. If I wanted to be rich, I certainly wouldn't be an artist."

"Touché."

"Why are you so interested in my work now? Your office has never been interested in my work before. Plenty of my work has been turned down by your office. They said that you would never be interested in my work."

"Well I can't speak for them, but I'm sure there was just something missing form your previous works. But I know that you've grown and become more skilled as an artist."

"How can you be so sure, if you've never seen m earlier pieces?"

Marcus shrugged, "Just a hunch."

"You know Marcus, I don't really think this was a good idea. I really only took the meeting as a curtesy. I'm really happy at the GAI, the pay is great, I'm getting a lot of experience and I've got some great friends there. I'm not looking for a change. Besides, even if I wanted to, I'm still under contract there and-"

"You're contract was only for eight months, which is a little pitiful."

"That's the standard time for all his employees. Fit- Mr. Grant isn't really a patient man. If you don't show results in the time he gives you, then he normally gives you the boot."

"Well, your contract is up in about three months. We're fully prepared to buy you out of that contract or we can wait until your contract expires, before you join us. It's really up to you Ms. Pope Ms. Pope."

"Just Olivia, and what do you mean you would buy me out. You would do that?"

"I have all the faith in you that with the new customers you would inevitably bring in. You'd have that paid off in no time."

"And if I don't, I will be indebted to you."

"We'll cross that road if we ever get to it."

"I'm sorry. I just don't think this meeting was a good idea. You're great and all, and your gallery is amazing, but I'm happy where I am. But it was very flattering, and a boost to my artistic ego." Olivia grabbed her purse and stood up, and Marcus rose from his seat as well. "Oh and I especially love that you have the essence mag just sitting on your desk, in plain sight, to be sure I saw it. Great effort."

Marcus shrugged, as if it wasn't a ploy to make Olivia sign with him. "It's a great magazine."

Olivia smirked, "It was nice meeting you Marcus."

"Olivia I am a very persistent man, and I don't won't take no for an answer."

"And I take it not a lot of people tell you no."

"Not generally no. And especially not when I'm trying to advance their career." Marcus leaned against his desk. "Look, what you have going with Grant right now is good, great even. But it's the sloe track, and I'm trying to put you on the fast track to success. Grant's company is great for artist trying to find themselves. For an artist still trying to find their style. But you, Olivia you're different. You've found yourself, and your style. Every painting you create should be displayed and showcased, not just the ones that someone else thinks is a seller. And by the look on your face, you're agreeing with everything I'm saying."

Five minutes ago, Oliva was prepared to walk out the door. But now she found herself, putting her purse back down, and sliding back into her seat.

Marcus smiled triumphantly, "I knew you'd understand."

X

"That was great."

"I know, I was there." Alex looked over her shoulder to Patrick, who was sitting on her bed buttoning his shirt. He had come over on his lunch break, where Alex had a takeout picnic spread for them. Lunch quickly took a turn, when Alex took off her dress. Her demi cup bra and matching panty set, quickly got Patrick aroused. It took him no time to have her thrown over his shoulder as he carried her giggling up the steps to her room. Now they were getting dressed, because Patrick had to go back to work, but Alex wasn't ready for him to leave.

Alex pulled one of her oversized shirts over her head, and put on a pair of rainbow knee socks she stole from Liv. She turned back around to watch Patrick get dressed. He now had on his pants, shirt and was fixing his tie. She didn't know what was going on with her. The feeling she had for this man were new and foreign to her. He was making her feel all warm and fuzzy inside. She hadn't figured out if it was a good or bad thing yet.

Alex crawled back on the bed, kissing him on his neck when she reached him. "Do you have to go?"

"Mhm, my lunch break was over half an hour ago."

Alex climbed on his lap, straddling him. His hands instantly went to her ass. He groaned, when he realized she wasn't wearing any panties under the shirt.

"You're the boss, you can be late." She spoke against his lips in a whisper, before she softly pecked them. She continued to peck his lips, as she pulled on his tie and undid the first couple of buttons on his shirt.

Between the kisses and Alex slowly grinding on him, Patrick was losing his mind. He finally gave in, and kissed her fully on the lips. Alex was caught off guard by his aggressiveness, but took no time adjusting. Alex squealed, when Patrick flipped them over, laying her flat on her back.

Instead of kissing her like she thought he would, instead he just hovered above her, resting on his elbows, starring down at her. Alex hooked her arms under Patrick's, gently rubbing his back.

"What?" She asked.

Patrick kissed her nose. "You are so beautiful."

"I know." Alex smiled innocently up at him, making him laugh.

"I have to go."

Alex frowned, "I know."

He pecked her lips once more before unwrapping Alex's legs from around his waist and stood up. He put on his socks and shoes, before fixing his shirt and tie. "I'll call you tonight."

"You better." She was caught off guard, when Patrick once again picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder, this time carrying her down the stairs. He had just made it to the bottom of the steps, when they heard a key in the door. A second later, Olivia walked in the door and smiled when she saw Alex draped over Patrick's shoulder. It was refreshing to see her sister this way. She wasn't used to seeing her all smiles and playful with a steady boyfriend.

"Well aren't you two cute." Olivia smirked, taking off her jacket, then picking up pongo who was now at her feet wagging her tail.

"Shut it." Alex growled, as Patrick put her back on her feet. Patrick said a quick hello and goodbye to Olivia before kissing Alex one last time.

"That's a big and bright smile."

"Stop it." Alex walked away to the kitchen.

"I will not." Olivia followed behind her to the kitchen, still smirking. "I've never see you this happy over a boyfriend before." Alex blushed at Olivia calling Patrick her boyfriend. "Oh my God are you blushing? What is happening?"

"I can't help it. Patty's… I don't know, he's just different. And we gel so easily. It's like if I was a man, I would be Patty, and it's so fucking scary."

"But it's scary good. You guys are so good together, don't start overthinking it now."

"I won't"

"Good. Now I have some news, you know that party thing you're going to with Patrick?" Alex nodded. "Well now I can go with you, because Fitz asked me to be his date."

Alex squealed. "Yes! Thank you God! I knew he was gonna ask you, though I didn't think it would take this long, but I knew he would. Now I don't have to go by myself. I am freaking out about meeting Patty's parents."

"Well the mom's not that bad, but I haven't met their dad yet. Oh and their sister Tabitha is gonna be there."

"Wasn't their dad like a baseball player or something?"

"Football, and their sister is a supermodel."

"What a bunch of overachievers. Don't you think it's a little too soon for me to be meeting his parents?" Alex asked nervously. She was subconsciously trying to find a reason to back out of the fundraiser. "I mean, I'm only just now wrapping it around my head that I'm dating someone. And now I'm meeting his parents?"

"Well Lex it's not like he ask you to go to Sunday sinner at his parents' house. He asked you out on a date you said yes, and his parents just so happen are going to be there."

Alex scrunched her nose up. "I think it sounds worse when you put it that way."

Olivia shrugged, "Whatever, you're going. Now that I'm going, you're not leaving me alone either. I'm going to go shower."

X

"Mr. Grant." Beth opened Fitz's home office door, then stepped aside for Patrick to walk in.

"Thank you Beth." Fitz thanked her, before going back to the computer he was working on.

"What you doing man?" Pat sat down on the sofa in Fitz' office, after he made him a drink from the small bar in the corner of the room.

"Dresses."

"Dresses?"

"Yeah, I asked Liv to go with me tomorrow night to the fundraiser." Fitz continued to scroll on the computer as he talked. "She doesn't really have any gowns and I felt bad for asking so late. So instead of having her have to look for a dress last minute, I'm going to get it for her."

"What?"

"I found some at that boutique Tabi shops at. I'm gonna have them sent over to Liv's brownstone tonight."

"Shit man you're getting Liv a dress? That means I have to get Alex one now too." Pat walked over to the desk, hovering above Fitz.

"No it doesn't."

"Yes it does. You send those dresses over for Liv, and I'm gonna look like the cheap asshole brother."

"Well then find her something."

"Where the hell am I gonna find a dress this late?"

"I could just add a few to the ones I'm getting Liv. I had Ari from the store stay late so she can personally deliver them tonight. Do you know Alex's size?"

"Please, do you know how many times I've fucked that girl? I know everything about that body." Pat typed Alex's dress size in the search box and a variety of dresses popped up on the screen to choose from. He searched for a moment, until he spotted one he thought Alex would love. He clicked on the dress, and added it to the shopping cart.

"You only getting the one?"

"Yeah. What? How many are you getting Liv?"

"Pat if there is one thing I know about women, is that they love to shop, and when they do, they love options." Fitz got up from the chair, while Pat sat down so he could look for more dresses.

"The things a man will do for regular sex. So guess what."

"What?" Fitz asked pouring himself a drink.

"Guess who else is gonna be there tomorrow night." Fitz thought for a second, then shrugged his shoulders. "Tatiana. I saw her having breakfast at the Cove yesterday. She asked me about you, and said she would see you tomorrow."

"I don't have time for her bullshit."

"Oh it gets better. Apparently she volunteered herself for the charity auction."

The charity auction was were women and men volunteered themselves, if they weren't asked by the foundation, to basically auction themselves off for charity. It wasn't some trashy things, where old men bet on women to get laid. No it was all in fun and for charity. And you were paying for a companion for a night, a date, not sex. Although Fitz never participated in the auction itself, he did donate money towards whatever charity they were raising money for that night.

"She specifically told me to tell you that, so you could bid on her tomorrow."

"It'll be a cold day in hell before I pay for a date with her."

"Oh come on, Tati's not that bad."

"She is absolutely that bad. Don't be fooled by that front she puts up in front of the cameras. That woman is a piece of work."

X

Alex was pouring herself another glass of lemonade, when the doorbell rang. AS she walked from the kitchen to the door, she heard Olivia upstairs yelling for her rainbow socks that were currently on Alex' feet.

"Can I help you?" Alex didn't shy away from answering the door in nothing but a t-shirt and socks.

"Hi I'm Ari from the boutique, I have a delivery for Ms. Pope."

"Uh sure, I'm her sister I can take it." Alex held out her hand, expecting some small package. But instead, she went back to her car and came back with three black garment bags. Alex let her put them on the couch before signing for the delivery. "Alex get down here, you have a delivery."

"Alex did you take my socks again?" Olivia came down the steps similarly dressed to her sister in an oversized shirt and socks, only Olivia had on shorts that barely reached the hem of her shirt. "Lex I told you to stop taking my socks, you're stretching them out with your wide feet."

"Please we wear the same size shoe and have since elementary." Alex picked up a car that was attached to one of the garment bags. "It's addressed to you."

"Then would you mind if I opened it." Olivia took the card out of Alex' hand before she got a chance to open it.

Liv,

I told you I would take care of it.

Fitz.

Short, sweet and to the point, just like Fitz.

"Holy shit!" Alex gasped. She had opened the garment bag on the top of the pile. "He bought you a dress. And not just one by the looks of it." Alex grabbed another bag, and opened it as well. "Aww, these are gorgeous too, but he didn't get your size right."

"You dropped something." Olivia pointed to a note that had fallen from the bag. A minute later, after Alex squealed, Olivia assumed she discovered the dresses in that bag were for her.

"We hit the fucking jackpot with those two Liv. Best boyfriends we've ever had."

"Fitz is not my boyfriend."

"Whatever. Come on let's try these on and figure out what we're wearing tomorrow."

For the next three hours, Alex and Liv tried on every dress Fitz and Patrick sent them. They were all beautiful and different than the last, giving the girls lots of options and plenty to choose from. They were kind of losing their minds, because neither one of them had been spoiled this way before.

"It's different dating a wealthy man. God I love it so much." Alex said, modeling one of the dresses. It was a black form fitting, floor length gown. "Not saying that I'm only with Patty for his money, because lord knows the sex is out of this world."

"Oversharing Alex." Olivia put her last dress bag on its hanger and back in the garment bag. She had tried on all the dresses Fitz sent in her size, and she still had no clue what she was gonna wear tomorrow. "I'm gonna call it a night, I have the morning shift at the center tomorrow. And if I'm gonna keep up with those toddlers, I need to sleep."

Olivia climbed up the steps, with Pongo following close behind her. Liv tried to get Pongo to sleep in the doggy bed she bought for her, but the dog refused for some reason. She much preferred to sleep with Olivia.

As soon as Liv climbed in the bed under the sheets, Pongo found her spot at the foot of the bed. It was almost ten o'clock, but Olivia knew Fitz would still be awake so she picked her phone up off the nightstand and called him.

He answered on the third ring. "Liv?"

"Yeah."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just wanted to thank you for the dresses. They were all beautiful, I'm having a hard time choosing which one to wear tomorrow."

"I'm glad you like them. I wish I could say I picked out all of them, but I only picked out three. Ari chose the rest of them."

Olivia un-expectantly yawned. She hadn't realized just how tired she was until she was snuggled underneath her covers. And now talking to Fitz, listening to his deep baritone voice, was just like a lullaby. Without warning, he eyes slowly began to shut, as Fitz kept on talking.

A few moments passed, when Fitz heard Olivia's snores from the other end. He could only laugh, realizing that she had fallen asleep on him. This is when anyone else would have hung up the phone, but Fitz however didn't want to. He found her light snores comforting, and soothing. He put the phone next to his head on the pillow and closed his eyes.

"Goodnight Livvie."

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