May 18, 2003 - Graduation Night:
Olivia is lying in Fitz's arms in his apartment. Today was the day she dreaded. Today was the day Fitz graduated and he would be leaving Georgetown to go back to sunny California and get his Masters at UC Berkeley. After all, it had one of the best business schools in the country. He took an internship opportunity his father made happen. That meant, they weren't going to have any time for each other before he moved back. She always feared it. She feared he would forget her once he left. Though he's promised her that he would come for her just like they discussed, deep down she didn't believe it. Deep down she felt like this summer would be their last true night together.
Fitz is stroking her hair. He can feel her tears soaking his shirt. "Don't cry Livvie," he says softly.
"Why not?" she answers, burning her face deeper into his chest. She wants to stay there even though she knows she can't.
"Because everything is going to be fine that's why," Fitz says softly, kissing her head. "Look at me." She refuses to look at him. She knows if she does, she will fall apart all over again. "Come on baby, look at me."
"No," she says strongly.
"You'll be graduating and I'll be graduating. I am coming back for you. We already talked about this," Fitz says. He sits up, bringing them both up on the headboard.
"Don't make promises that you can't keep," Liv answers.
"I plan on keeping every promise I ever made to you. I'm coming back for you and nothing is going to stop me," Fitz answers as she finally looks up at him.
"Your dad hates me," Liv says pointedly.
"Your dad hates me," Fitz laughs.
"My dad doesn't hate you. He just thinks I am too young to be in love, that's all," Liv assures him.
"And my dad just wants me to follow the plan he has for my life."
"Which is not you bringing a black woman into the Grant home as your wife. I don't think that's the picture of the American family he's looking for," Liv says turning her head away.
"I get the feeling your father did not imagine his only daughter bringing home someone that didn't look like him either," Fitz points out.
"No, definitely not. He thinks it's a mistake. He thinks this phase will go away once you are gone," Liv shakes her head.
"You think this is a phase," Fitz asks, slightly biting his bottom lip.
"I don't know. I couldn't have predicted that 2 years later we'd be here. I would have laughed and laughed."
"Why would you laugh?"
"You were so cocky and so sure you'd get me. You were just obnoxious and.."
He stops her, "And sexy, and cute, and adorable…"
"And dumb," Liv laughs.
"I was not dumb. I just was having trouble," Fitz defends. "You know how embarrassing it was for me, a junior, to need the help of a freshman."
"It's not my fault you weren't mathematically inclined," Liv fires back.
"I charmed you, that's why. I mean you know how embarrassing it was to need the help of a math wizard who was a freshman," Fitz laughs.
"You are never going to let me forget this are you?"
"No I am not. This is something I can hold over your head forever. When you become the great Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III with your own business, I can say, I knew you when….," Before she can finish he puts his finger on her lips.
"I love you," he says.
"You fear me, there's a difference," she laughs.
"Do you remember our first date?" Fitz asks.
Liv looks at him as if he is joking. "What?"
He gently flips her on to her back. He settles his body down into hers. He peppers a gentle butterfly kisses down her lips and neck. The moment is not lost on them that they won't have this much longer. She can't help but let the tears escape her. He crawls up her body, "You are right. I fear you," he says, wiping her tears away.
She finds his words, "Why do you fear me?"
"Because I shouldn't be head over heels in love at this age. I should be figuring myself out. I should be figuring out what I want to do and what my dreams are," Fitz answers, anxiously waiting for her response.
"Your father knows what your dreams are," Liv reminds him.
"To hell with my father's dreams. You are my dream. That's all that matters to me," Fitz says almost angrily.
"What if time and space tears us apart?" Liv asks with a sadness in her eyes that is too much for Fitz to bear.
"It won't. The only change will be the miles, not how we feel," Fitz answers.
"Who are you head over heels in love with?" She asks about changing the subject.
"There's this hot chick down the hall. I think her name is Jessica..she's…" He stops and says "Ouch...damn!" Liv knees him in the nuts. "I'm just joking."
"I'm going to make you sing soprano."
"Settle down my beautiful tigress," he laughs as he kisses her nose. "Do you remember our first date?"
"What?" Liv asks.
"Do you remember our first date?" Fitz asks again.
Liv sits up, "How could I forget our first date? You were fucking late," she punctuates.
"Watch your mouth," Fitz teases. "I wasn't late. I just wasn't on time." Liv gives him a death stare. "Okay, I was fucking late."
"Thank you," Liv giggles.
"I wanted to make a good impression. I knew being late would do that," Fitz explains.
"How would being late be a good impression?"
Fitz sits up more, facing her, "I wanted you to be wowed and angry with me all at the same time. I knew you were attracted. I wanted me to be affixed in your mind all the time."
"You do know this would never hold up in court as a defense for bad behavior. You were late on purpose. That's craziness."
"But it worked didn't it?"
Liv bites her lip, "Yeah, it did. Maybe I'm weak."
Fitz winks, "I know I am for you."
Liv sighs, "I'm the one who shouldn't be in love. I should be figuring it out. I should be thinking of changing my major right now or realizing what I don't want to do right now. I shouldn't be obsessed with a guy who's eyes make me melt and lips make me shiver when he kisses me," Liv smiles.
"You shiver huh. Like this…," he asks as he gently kisses. "Or like this," he asks as he moves his lips down her neck slowly stopping in between her breasts.
"I'm shivering," she teases.
He then unbuttons her shirt slowly, "I guess I need to warm you up."
"I guess so," she smiles as she twirls the curl of his hair around her finger.
He gets her shirt completely open. He smiles at the lace black bra that covers her. "Pretty," he winks.
"Just for you, for tonight," she winks back.
"Well it's fun to look at but I much rather it off of you," he says as he runs his fingertips along the edges.
"Then take it off," she says quickly.
"It would be my honor," he says as he quickly starts to undress her. They make love right there on his bed, in his apartment.
Present, 2012:
Fitzgerald Thomas Grant owns a couple successful restaurants in DC. He's going to open one soon in McLean Tysons Corner, where he lives outside of DC. He's an entrepreneur. He set out to do what he wanted to do, be a businessman. That was much to Gerry Grant's dismay. He didn't follow in his father's law footsteps. He studied Business Law, that's as far as he was going to go. The only thing he did was get married like his father wanted him.
He's meeting with his lawyer, young Abby Whelan. They both graduated from Georgetown, different years of course. He took a chance on her, a soft spot for their Alma Mater. She was fresh out of law school and she took a chance applying for his open position for a legal counsel for Oliveiria Enterprises. He's always liked rooting for the underdog. Oliveira is the Portuguese name for the Olive Tree. He has his reasons for choosing that name. Abby never understood it and she never asked. All she knows is, it's been wildly successful for him. Now he's looking to do chic modern with his new restaurant and he wants to spare no expense.
"You want to put a lot of money into this restaurant," Abby counts.
"Yes I do. I can certainly afford it. The company can afford it," Fitz answers. He never looks up from his papers.
"I know you can afford it. I am just surprised since you got the contract to add the restaurants in the airport and in Bethesda," Abby explains.
"I know but I just have to do this one in Tysons Corner and I am going to take a break. This has all been going fast and furious and I need to catch up. I need to take a breath. I have a wife and son I never get to see and she's bitching me out every minute about it," Fitz says.
"Meanwhile she has no trouble spending your money," Abby says as she stops herself. She knows she's speaking out of turn. Fitz looks up from his paper. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that."
"When I hired you I said it was okay for you to speak freely. Speak freely," Fitz says.
"I am not calling her a bitch but Mellie can be bitchy," Abby finishes.
Fitz chuckles, "I am aware of the hurricane. I married Abby."
"I am honestly surprised she popped out a kid. She's so into her career and her obsession with becoming a Senator to the great state of Virginia. She doesn't seem like the picture of wife, mother, and homemaker."
"My wife is many things, but domesticated is not one of them. And she loves Teddy. I honestly think it is his charm."
Abby looks doubtful, "Just remember, if something happens, you better have a good deal in place when it comes to her."
Fitz looks up, "Are you asking me to divorce my wife?"
Abby's eyes widen, "Of course not. You know me, I'm a realist."
"And a cynist," Fitz chuckles.
"Okay that too," Abby rolls my eyes. "It's just that I know someone that was madly in love with the guy of her dreams and they had a forever plan and forever never happened."
"Maybe he wasn't the guy of her dreams. Or maybe something was wrong with her," Fitz deduces.
"There's nothing wrong with her. He was just an asshole I think. I never met him. She would tell me about him, she wouldn't even tell me his name. He was just him." Fitz at this point is staring off into the distance. She can see his frown lines develop as if he was in pain. "Boss are you okay?"
Fitz is still far away in his thoughts as Abby says his name again. He shakes off his thoughts, "Sometimes the best laid plans get disrupted. I know that feeling."
"Ohh...does Fitzgerald Grant have a girl of his dreams out there?"
He decides to change the subject abruptly. "Do you have the paperwork on my restaurant building finalized."
"So that's my cue to change the subject. Got it!. Yes, I have the paperwork all finalized. Between the new restaurant and the new house. You are going to be extra busy. And Mellie got her wish, she will now live in the Reserve. I know Mellie is Mellitizing the place."
Fitz can't help but laugh at the name, "Mellie is in complete control of the drapes, the marble, the tile and everything else going into that house. She says she has a need to be fundamental, not ornamental." Fitz says.
"How very Mellie of her," Abby laughs.
Fitz laughs, "I have to give her credit. The house looks great. She has an eye for things."
"Money loves showing money I always say," Abby says looking over the sketch.
Fitz can see she's focused on the logo. "So what do you think of it?" He asks.
Abby looks at him and back at the logo. She thought it was odd that he worked on a logo before any plans for the restaurant. She reads it out loud, The Oliveiria Trattoria. "It's a beautiful logo. There's something about it that really says love. I really like it. I can't believe you are actually opening a restaurant named after your company."
Fitz looks at the logo. He takes a thoughtful breath. He felt his chest tighten a bit. He couldn't explain it to Abby. He wasn't comfortable sharing the backstory. Because it still hurts too much. "I thought it was time," is the only explanation he gives.
"I know what Oliveiria stands for but why that word?" Abby pushes.
"It just has a special meaning to me that's all," Fitz answers, shifting in his chair uncomfortably.
"Okay….I won't press. I'll figure it out eventually but what are you going to do about making this modern design idea come to life?" Abby asks.
"Well I've been doing my research on some architects. I am going to be calling some of them soon."
"Are you looking for a well established architect or fresh and new?" Abby asks.
"I am looking for good," Fitz says quickly.
"I might have someone in mind. She's moving back here to the states. Her husband's got a new job that's bringing them both back. She's really good."
"A woman," Fitz says.
"Women can do the job too. Men aren't the only architects in the world," Abby says defensively.
"I hired you didn't I? You know I am not sexist," Fitz defends.
"Well, I want to know more about what you expect before I call my friend and get her cautiously excited."
"Well, I want the romance, as you call it, of this logo to be reflected in the design," Fitz conveys.
"She's a good interior designer too," Abby adds.
"She's an architect and interior designer. What is she? Is she Wonder Woman?" Fitz laughs.
Abby takes a moment to think about her answer, "She kind of is."
"What made her leave the states?" Fitz asks.
"Well she got a great opportunity to study abroad before she entered her Master's program. She ended up loving it there in Italy, so she stayed and she worked in interior design. What better place than Italy? Then she met this guy and fell in love..You know the story, boy meets girl and girl meets boy."
"She seems like a mystery. I can't wait to meet her. I trust your instinct. You haven't steered me wrong yet. And what is this Wonder Woman's name?" Fitz says.
"I call her Lynnie."
"Will I be allowed to call her Lynnie?" Fitz asks.
"No, she will kill you and me but...you never know," Abby laughs.
"Well I'll give her a meeting. If you like her then I will love her, no doubt," Fitz says.
Abby smiles, "You truly are the best boss I've ever had."
"I'm the only boss you've ever had," Fitz laughs as Abby heads for the door.
"And that's why you are the best," Abby says as she leaves.
Fitz sits back laughing, "Lynnie..Is her name Linda or Lynn. Should be interesting."
Fitz goes back to his work and continues what he was doing. He has no idea what's to come. The past is coming back to meet his present. Will he be ready?
Olivia Pope Emory has been away from the states for 7 years. She left after graduation and never looked back. She was given the opportunity to study abroad for her masters and she fell in love with Europe. Being in Europe, she's fallen in love with the life there and the culture. She truly didn't know if she would ever go back but meeting Russ and falling for him, meant falling in love with his career. He's a basketball player, basically considered a wizard with the basketball. He was living the life in Italy on their expansion team and went out one night with the guys and fell in love with what he calls his muse, Olivia. One thing led to another and they are literally newlyweds moving back to the States because he's been hired by the Washington Wizards.
Liv is looking around the bedroom as most of the boxes have been packed. Liv is lost in thought when she feels arms around her waist. "What are you thinking about Foxy Brown?"
Liv laughs, "Would you stop calling me that? I am not."
"Babe, yes you are," Russell says as he plops down on the bed. Russell stands about 6'4. He's got a mustache that Liv hates but she deals with. He's caramel brown colored. He's very built in stature.
"You are supposed to be helping me pack, not laying down."
"Well I was hoping we'd have sex. I laid down with a purpose," Russell laughs.
"We are not having sex. We are packing," she pushes his leg. "We are flying out in two days."
"Baby, in case you missed the memo, we are newlyweds. We are supposed to have sex all the time. You know, hot and sweaty sex."
"We have been married a year. We are not newlyweds anymore technically. Plus, we have sex all the time. Now we have to move, literally. So you need to control that," she points at his penis, "And help your wife get these boxes packed."
Russ sits up on the bed, "Well, I am glad you are excited about leaving finally. I was starting to feel guilty."
"What do you mean?"
"I know you love it here and I am pulling you away. But I thought you would be happy to be back with family and with me," Russell says apprehensively.
"I married you, knowing what came with it. I am still not used to your life. I am a Basketball Wife."
"You'll fit right in," he laughs. Liv shakes her head, taping up another box. "I am serious. I don't want you to hate me for this move."
Liv sits on the bed, "I don't hate you. I was going to go back eventually."
"Who hurt you back home?" Russ asks.
Liv looks at him, shocked, "What are you talking about?"
"You have been running from someone or something back home and I get the feeling you don't want to go back."
"There's a lot of pain there. I've told you that but I am not afraid to go back. I am a different girl than I was when I came here."
"So we are good?" Russ asks.
"We are good," Liv says as she puts more clothes in the box.
"Did you talk to the real estate agent today?" Russ asks as he begins helping her with clothes.
"Yes, I did. And she said the close should be finalized by the end of the week," Liv says.
"I don't know what the big deal is about this Reserve community but my agent said it would be the best place. We get privacy. We won't get hounded and it's beautiful."
"I can't believe we bought a house virtually. The wonders of technology," Liv says.
Russ is stripping his clothes, to jump in the shower. Liv enjoys the view. "I am glad we have a house before we even get back."
"What are you doing?" she says.
"I am going to take a shower. It is fucking hot," he says. She just looks at him. "You like what you see."
"That's not the point," she says.
He flexes his pecs, "Oh yes it is. You can join me if you want."
"Russ, come on, we have to pack."
"I am going to help you pack after I take a shower. I'll pack everything," He promises.
"I am going to hold you to that. I will have a nice long bubble bath while you work. That sounds perfect," she answers.
"You are passing on the shower with your star husband," Russ asks.
"Yes I am," she laughs.
"Your loss," he says as he closes the door.
"I'll live," she laughs, rolling her eyes as she goes into her office, in another room. She sits at her desk and unlocks her desk. She pulls out a box and opens it. She takes a breath. She's looking at photos and papers that she's been keeping. She says to herself, "Back to reality."
She keeps looking through the photos. She keeps listening for Russ to finish his shower when she gets a call on her cellphone. "What!" she says.
"Can you answer the phone any other way?" Abby says with a laugh.
"No I can't. So what do you want?" Liv answers.
"Well I talked to him, my Boss, and he's interested in meeting you," Abby says.
"You talked to him before I even stepped foot on soil yet," Liv says, a little frenzied.
"Well I told you I'd put in a word," Abby answers.
"I really don't think it will matter. He hired me fresh out of the water. He's very modernized that way. He likes me and he trusts me. He trusts that I'm going to send in someone good and you are good," Abby tells her.
"Yes but I haven't done anything like this before," Liv says.
"Grant is different, believe me. You are going to like him," Abby reassures her.
"His name is Grant," Liv says as she realizes Russell's shower is off. She starts putting the papers back, to lock her box.
"He's really Boss but yes Grant," Abby answers. Not really thinking about Liv's question.
"Oh okay," Liv says breathy.
"Everything okay," Abby asks.
"Everything is good. Russ and I are trying to get packed here. Everything just snuck up on us. Saturday will be here before we know it."
"Call me the moment you get in. I can't wait to see you," Abby squeals.
"You saw me a year ago Abby," Liv says nonchalantly.
"At your wedding. I haven't seen you since the wedding. Now we will get to hang out all the time. We will get to do girls night, especially when Russ is on away games. I've missed you," Abby explains.
"I've missed you too Abs," Liv smiles, shaking her head.
"Babe, did you pack all my clothes?" Russ says from the room.
"Sounds like the husband needs you," Abby says.
"I left one drawer with a few clothes in it," Liv says back to him.
"You are so domesticated," Abby teases.
"No, I am just organized. You know me. I'm borderline OCD," Liv says as she looks at the box and puts the key quickly in her purse zipper, sitting the box down in the open packing box.
"You aren't borderline OCD. You are OCD," Abby clarifies.
"I thought you loved me anyway," Liv laughs.
"I do. So now keep packing your boxes so you can get your ass on that plane and get back here."
"I will and I promise to call you as soon as I get in. After I call my parents who will command me to give them my undivided attention first and foremost."
"Are they excited you are coming home?"
Liv laughs, "My mother is over the moon. She's glad we will be there so she can spoil her grandbabies."
"Oh shit, are you pregnant?" Abby yells. Liv moves the phone from her ear.
"No Abby, I am not pregnant," Liv says, putting the phone back to her ear.
Russ comes by kissing her neck, "Not yet. I hope to get her pregnant soon tho. I need my DNA multiplied."
"He is such a man. He's all about spreading his seed around," Abby says.
Liv laughs. "He really does think his DNA is precious."
"You love my DNA," he says as he keeps looking for more tape for the boxes.
"I better go Abby. I have to direct him on how to pack," Liv says.
"Okay….I can't wait to see you," Abby says.
"I can't wait to see you either, bye," Liv says hanging up.
"You two are going to be trouble. I just know it," Russell says.
Liv laughs, "Abby is trouble."
"We will see," Russell says as they continue packing their boxes.
Fitz gets home, to find Teddy in full force. They are starting to pack boxes to move into their new home. So the house is in a little bit of chaos. Their nanny, Quinn, is chasing him around the room when Fitz comes in. Mellie is in her office working when Fitz comes in.
"Daddy, daddy," Teddy screams, running towards Fitz.
"Hey buddy!," Fitz says, getting down on his knees to greet his little guy.
"Hello Quinn," Fitz says.
"He's a fast one sir," Quinn says.
"Yes he is. I hope he's going to play a sport," Fitz says kissing the top of his little guy's head.
"He's definitely going to be into sports," Quinn laughs. She looks down at Teddy, "Okay little guy, let's let your dad settle down for a bit."
"Thanks," Fitz says getting up on his feet. "Is Mellie in her office?"
"Yes she is. I think she was on an office call," Quinn says as Fitz goes into that direction.
He gets to the door and he doesn't hear any talking. "Mel," he says.
"Come in," Mellie says as he opens the door. "Hey!"
"Hey," Fitz says as he looks around the office. "We really should just hire some movers."
"I'm a step ahead of you. I already did," she says walking over giving him a kiss.
"Perfect! I hate packing boxes," Fitz says as he takes a seat.
"Did he tackle you?" Mellie asks.
Fitz is a little zoned out, "What?"
"Teddy...did he tackle you? He was anxious for you to get home."
"He tackled me good," Fitz laughs.
"He couldn't care less if I ever come home. He just wants to see his dad," Mellie says.
"He loves you," Fitz says.
"He likes me. He loves you," Mellie clarifies.
"I'll take it. He's not a momma's boy"
"He's certainly not that," Mellie says as she looks at some swatches.
"I can't believe we sold this house so fast," Fitz said.
"Well it is a gorgeous house. It's just not the Reserve," Mellie says putting more books in the box. She looks up. She can tell Fitz is a little distant. "How was your day? Are you okay?"
Fitz looks up at her, "I'm good. Just a lot of stuff on my mind."
"You want to talk about it," Mellie asks.
"No, I need to go finish up some paperwork. Quinn is sticking around for another couple of ours. I better get the little work I need done, done."
"Okay. I need to go over these resumes for a housekeeper. Do you want to look over them?"
"I trust you. If she can cook then she's hired," Fitz says as he gets up to go to his office.
"That's your only caveat," Mellie laughs.
"That's it," Fitz says as he goes to his office.
Fitz goes into his office. He closes the door and locks it. It's something he always does because Teddy loves to come busting through the doors. He sits down in his dark brown executive chair and rests his head on the back of it. He keeps thinking about he and Abby's conversation. How Abby's friend felt like she found the right guy and he turned out to be an asshole. He felt like he had the same past relations. It automatically brought his mind back to her, the reason for everything, Olivia.
He keeps the keys to his desk on his key ring. He unlocks his desk and pulls out a little box. He pulls out some pictures and papers as he looks over at the logo that is sitting on his desk all the time it seems like, lately. He looks at this picture as he traces his finger around the picture.
He is talking to the picture, "I wonder if you feel like I am an asshole for what I did to you? I didn't want to Livvie but I had to," he says staring at the picture. He goes back into thought.
Graduation Night, May 21, 2005:
Fitz is kissing Liv's head repeatedly, "I am so proud of you Sweet Baby."
"I am proud of you too," she laughs.
"I am serious. I am so proud of you. You are going to be a badass architect. I can't wait until you take the job by storm," he says.
"You are just saying that because you really like me," Liv brushes off.
"You are right about that. I really like you," he says and then turns away.
"We better do something tonight. I blew off my parents to spend the night with you," she says as she kisses his chest.
Fitz just looks at her sadly, "What do you want to do?"
Liv sits up confused, "What do you mean what do I want to do? I thought that was obvious or do you need to see the new Victoria Secret garments I bought for it."
Fitz kisses her softly, "You don't play fair. I want to talk."
"I want to talk in the morning," she says as she reaches for his shaft. He grunts.
"Come on baby. Let's talk, please," he says seriously.
"Fine, let's talk," Liv says as she sits up, letting go of him.
"I mean what I said. I am proud of you," Fitz starts.
"I know you are," Liv says, tracing his lips. Fitz takes a breath. She can tell he is fumbling with his words. "Fitz, what's going on?"
"I love you. You know that," he finally croaks out.
"I love you too but I don't like where this is going," Liv says.
"I think we should take a break while you are over there," Fitz says.
"Because I'm going abroad. I thought you said miles would never come between us. Are you saying countries do?" She asks.
"No, of course not. You know better than that," Fitz says.
"Then what do you mean? When we talked about me taking this opportunity, we said it wouldn't be a problem," Liv says almost angrily.
"Yes, I know that," Fitz agrees. Liv gets off of the sofa. She stands up staring at him. The tears are starting to fall. Fitz jumps up going over to her, she steps back. "Would you just listen to me?"
"I am listening," she says.
"I just think it will be better for you until you come back," Fitz says.
"Are you cheating on me?" Liv asks flat out.
"What?" Fitz says going toward her.
"Don't touch me. Just answer the question, are you cheating on me?"
"I'm not cheating on you. You have to believe that," Fitz says.
"When does this break start?" She asks sarcastically.
"Liv I just want you to study and do well. I won't be able to visit with you like I would like to. Our time differences are going to be huge. You know with my internship I'll be busy."
"So now, all of a sudden, all the plans we talked about and made won't work," Liv says as now she can't stop the tears.
"I just want to be realistic about it," Fitz says.
"Get out," Liv says.
"Liv come on. You know I'm right," Fitz says.
"Get out," she repeats.
"Would you just listen to me?" Fitz begs.
"I want you to get out," Liv says.
"I am not leaving until you listen to me," Fitz fights back.
"I've listened and I want you to go," she says as she's taking a ring off of her finger.
"What are you doing?" Fitz says, knowing exactly what she is about to do.
"I want you to leave and take this fake promise with you. You never meant it," Liv says as she gets the ring that seems to want to stick to her off. She throws it at him.
"I am not taking that back. I gave it to you and I meant everything I said when I gave it to you," Fitz says. Tears are now welling up in his eyes.
"I know you don't understand this right now but maybe tomorrow," he starts.
"There's no tomorrow for us," Liv says as she's now almost hysterically crying.
"Livvie," he says.
"Olivia," she answers.
He knows there's nothing else he can say right now. He doesn't pick up the ring. He turns around and goes to the door. He opens it, ready to walk out, and he turns looking at her. "I love you Livvie, no matter what you think of me right now."
Olivia says nothing, she watches him walk out, slamming the door behind him. She lays on her bed and cries herself to sleep the rest of the night.
Fitz comes out of the memory letting out the longest breath he's ever heard. He didn't know he was holding his breath that long. That memory has plagued him for 7 years. He looks over at his logo, waving his hands across it.
I hope everyone enjoyed this introductory chapter. This story premise has been swimming in my head for a while. I had to get it out. There will be twists and turns. I will be posting First Do No Harm next. I've been working on that one for weeks.
