A/N: This is so short, but this is the most writing i've done for fun in a while. I'll try to get something else updated later.
EDIT: To the person who said things aren't adding up and that the Popes are suddenly rich/affluent - they've always been rich and affluent. Olivia, however, isn't. When she became pregnant, her parents pulled their financial support as a way to teach her a lesson, hence why she lives in a one bedroom apartment and metros it to school/work. She refuses to ask them for help. Why they're helping now will be explained later.
A yawn escapes Olivia's throat as she stretches in her chair. Today marks her first full month at Knight and Day, LLC. Lately, her life seems to be in full swing. Everything seems to be falling into place. Healthy daughter: check. Dream job: check. Hunky boyfriend: double check. Just thinking about Fitz brings a smile to Olivia's face. Surprisingly enough, he's her first official boyfriend. Getting pregnant in high school limited her dating options and most men don't really stick around after she tells them about Frankie. She doesn't count the brief few weeks she'd been under Jake's spell in high school, either. Yes, life is looking up, even though the weather outside is looking down.
D.C summers are often hot and oppressive. Today, the weather chooses to add volatile on top of that. Lightning strikes the sky and thunder shakes her office building. The train ride home is going to be hell. Tomorrow is her first day off, too and unfortunately, she'll be spending it at the Ballard residence. Monthly dinners with Martha and Simon Ballard are always a drag, a necessary evil in order to ensure Frankie's tuition to Sidwell is paid. Jake's check helps Olivia cover Navy Yard rent while in school. While Simon and Martha aren't awful people, their son is another story. The thought of sitting down across from Jake and his fiancée is nauseating. Vanessa is a pretty woman, but only on the surface; her mere presence grates Olivia nerves.
Outside rain beats down on the windows. Olivia watches, arms folded across her chest debating on calling an Uber. Her cellphone rings, drawing her attention away from the windows. She picks up her phone, a smile immediately brightening her features as she realizes it's Fitz..
"Hi," she answers, unable to stop the happiness from permeating her voice.
"Hi," Fitz replies. "How's my pretty girl?"
Olivia blushes. "Tired, ready to go home, but waiting. There's a storm outside and I don't feel like walking to the Farragut in rain. I've gotta grab Frankie from my parents' house, too, first." The Popes lived in Dupont, not too far from where Knight and Day is. Since telling her parents about her job, they've been surprisingly supportive of both Olivia and Frankie.
"What if I say I'm outside?"
"I'd say you're crazy. You have class tonight, mister," Olivia teases.
"I canceled due to the crappy weather."
"Are you really outside?" she asks. She can feel her heart flutter in her chest. Ever since that night in the closet, she and Fitz have been on cloud nine. Night walks, candlelight dinners…they've done it all except for hitting the sheets. They've come close, turning nights out into glorious make out sessions in the back of Fitz's Mercedes, but they've always just stopped. Something in Olivia keeps pulling back. She's only had sex a handful of times and admittedly, she's nervous.
"I am," his baritone voice sounds through the phone. "Well, now I'm technically around the block. Finding a parking spot here is nearly impossible."
Something between a giggle and chortle leaves Olivia's lips. "I'll be down in five."
/
They move through the rainy D.C streets. Fitz's right hand rests on Olivia's thigh. Heat tints her cheeks. Her thoughts are far from pure as she guides him to her parents' house. They're seconds from picking up her daughter and she can't stop thinking about how badly she wants to straddle Fitz; how she wishes he'd slides the fingers that dance along her thigh up just the slightest to the juncture of her thighs.
The royal purple sweater he wears clings to him like a glove. The muscles in his neck strain as he moves the wheel. Somehow, some way she's determined to get over her fear and just fuck him.
"Which house?"
Olivia blinks hard, realizing that they're nearing her parents Victorian row house. She closes her mouth and takes a minute, refocusing her attention. She takes a deep breath and smiles awkwardly. "Uhm, the third from the last, with the red door. You can pull front. I'll run in and get her."
Fitz does as she instructs. He puts the car into park and turns to her. "Don't the Obamas live around here? He asks.
"They live in Kalorama."
"Which is five minutes to the left of us. Your parents live near them."
"Actually, the Obamas live near my parents. My parents have been here since before I was born." Her small hand rests on the door, ready to pull it open.
"Your parents must be important people."
Olivia rolls her eyes and the chuckles. "Your father was a governor. You've met the Obamas."
"Well, yeah, but…" He doesn't get to finish his sentence.
Olivia pulls up her jacket hood and rushes out the car door. She nearly slips on the wet pavement as she runs toward the house, but catches herself. Her heels click against the stone porch. She raises her hand to knock on the door, rain dripping down her coat when the door opens. In front of her stands Eli Pope. He raises an eyebrow, glancing behind Olivia toward Fitz's idling car.
Olivia tries to pay him no mind, not wanting to discuss her love life with her father. "Hey, dad, is Frankie ready? She asks.
Eli's sharp brown falls slightly and he ushers Olivia into the house. "We were hoping you'd stay for dinner."
Taken aback by her father's question, Olivia's face scrunches. "Really? Why?"
"Don't be so surprised. You are our daughter. We just figured with the rain, you'd want a home cooked meal."
Olivia tilts her head. She wonders what's gotten into her father. On the days they've watched Frankie for her, he always has something to say about the way she parents.
"But I see you have a . . . friend out there," he says. His tone is combative, almost as if he's searching for a fight. Now that is the father Olivia knows. "That looks like a man's car."
Instead of taking the bait, Olivia turns her attention back towards her daughter. "Francesca?" Olivia yells. "Frankie, mommy's here."
The pitter-patter of little feet across hardwood floor echoes around the large house. In seconds Frankie comes into view. Two long plaits roll down her shoulders and she's in a set of pajamas Olivia doesn't remember buying for her.
"Hey bug, go get your things so we can go."
"Can I stay? Me and Grandma are having a marathon." Frankie asks.
Olivia looks back at her dad. "What?"
"A marathon, mom. We're watching the Descendants."
Maya Pope appears behind her granddaughter seconds later. The pajamas she wears are identical to Frankie's. "We can keep her, Livvie. We don't mind."
Olivia looks back to her father who nods his approval. Bewilderment moves across her face. She doesn't understand. Her parents have never been this amenable or openly warm when it comes to Frankie. Are they turning over a new leaf?
"You both want to watch Frankie overnight?" She can stop the skepticism that seeps into her voice.
"We know how to raise a kid," Maya growls. Now that is more like her parents.
"Please, mom. Pleaseeee." Frankie asks, lips full on pouting.
"I guess. I mean…yeah. If it's ready with Pop-pop."
"Of course it is. She's my granddaughter."
/
She reaches the car after bidding farewell to Frankie, hugging her daughter tightly and promising to pick the young girl up first thing in the morning.
"Where's Frankie?" Fitz asks as she slides back into the passenger's seat.
"My parents wanted her to stay."
"They're really starting to step up, aren't they?"
"Yeah, I think so. Ever since I started at Knight and Day, their attitude towards Frankie's shifted. I still get jabs from my dad and attitude from my mom, but they're spoiling Frankie." She shrugs, hiding the hurt in her eyes. Not that she didn't love the fact that her parents were welcoming Frankie into the fold, but because they were still somewhat callous towards her.
"So then what do you want to do?" Fitz leans back against the driver's seat. He throws her his famous crooked smile. "I'd planned on taking you and Frankie home, maybe ordering a pizza and just enjoying your company. Watch a movie or two."
God this man is perfect. He even cares about Frankie, she thinks. "We can still do that, but now the movies don't have to be PG…" Olivia says. Her heart begins to race at the mere thought of being all alone with him.