Okay my pumpkins…here is the next installment of "Saving Grace." It's got some cuteness in it. You will also discover a #GameChanger piece of info about our Livy. What is it? Will they discover that they are Ella's god-parents? Well my pumpkins…read on and find out?

Chapter 2: The Godparent's "Saving Grace."

Olivia Pope was always a woman that spoke her mind not caring how she offended or ticked off along the way. She always jumped into situations with both feet in and her hair on fire. She dived into dangerous situations on her own not needing anyone, especially a man to save her in any way shape or form. She NEVER had a hard time focusing on the task at hand and was always able to find the right words for ANY situation. That was until today.

Today was the christening of her godchild Ella Beene. On the way there, her SUV broke down on the side of the road. Some gentleman in well manicured suits had the nerve to ask her to search her car. She told them to do whatever they needed to do, while still yelling at the garage who was supposed to fix her SUV the last two times.

As she struggled with the tire another voice came over to her. She did not look up who this was and said some witty comment about not wanting his suit to get dirty. She then thought back and told "this suit" that she did not want or need his help unless he was the President, jokingly, and he would punish a shady mechanic. When she finally whipped around and told him basically she didn't want his help and how COULD HE know the President. Holy crap was she SHOCKED to find out that IT WAS the President of the United States in front of her.

At first she just stood there dumbfounded totally unable to find her words. What are the chances that you break down on the side of the road, and it's the President of the United States that pulls up behind you. I mean SEROUSLY…WTF! Holy cow! Then you don't realize it's him because you're too pissed off and start ranting and raving in front of him like your having the worse case of PMS ever.

As she stood there staring at the Leader of the Free World, she could not get over how deliciously handsome and sexy he was. She admired his curly hair that was slicked back. She started having visions of her fingers running in his hair. He worse a well tailored dark blue suit, white dress shirt, and a tie to match. She noticed how the suit hanged off his body perfectly and made his shoulders look broader and strong. She started to wonder what those arms of his would look like being perched over her body or how they would feel wrapping around her body.

As she listened and watched him still unable to find her words, walk towards her, she loved the sound of his voice. His voice was sending shock waves through her entire body almost causing her four inch heels to become so hot, that they could have melted into the pavement. She was shocked that her legs didn't become weak, the closer he got to her.

They as he reached out his hand to take the tire iron from her, she FINALLY noticed his eyes. Holy mother of god and everything in between, this man had the most perfect eyes she had EVER gazed into ever (and that was saying something.) As she continued to look into them, she noticed their unusual grayish-blue color. Never had she seen eyes this utterly perfect before, nor a man this utterly perfect either. With eyes like that, he could probably have any woman he wanted, well once he was divorced. She had seen that all over the news that was about to be free man. That thought alone was making her gitty.

When she was finally able to put a few coherent words together to answer him, she felt like a complete ass-hat. She thought to herself, "I just completely embarrassed myself in front of the President and god almighty he must think I'm a bumbling idiot."

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But as Fitz stood there taking her in, that is not what he thought at all. As he FINALLY got her to realize who he was, he thought back to a few minutes earlier as he watched her pace in circles around her dead SUV. The way her high heels made her legs look as they clicked and clacked on the road. He loved watching he walk and how her perfect hips moved. Her legs were the most soft, strong and incredibility sexy legs he has ever seen walk on this earth. And that was from a distance. Now that he was closer, he was more than right, her legs were utterly perfect. He didn't think he was a leg or hips kind of man, but this woman proved him wrong.

He noticed how the beautiful yellow chiffon dress she was wearing flowed with her has she walked and how it hug to her chest and sides. She looked like a beautiful yellow rose that should be in the rose garden at the White House that he could go and visit anytime he wanted to. This beautiful rose, would only be touched by him because it is to utterly perfect for anyone else.

As he walked closer to hear to get the tire iron, he could smell a hint of perfume that was causing a shock wave through is body. This intoxicating scent was causing his brain to misfire. He could feel his heartbeat increasing the closer he got to her, wondering if she was feeling the same.

He knew he was coming across as the confident Leader of the Free world, but inside, underneath his well tailored suit, he was a nervous wreck. He had just met this woman, and now being this close to her, listening to her talk to him, facing him, he was lost in another world. He found himself wanting to listen to her voice forever. He wanted her to talk to him for as long as possible not wanting her to ever stop. How can a voice, sounding like an angel and bore down into the window of one's soul so quickly?

Then his mind began to race thinking, "I wonder how wonderful it would be for her to call me by my name, not Mr. President." Granted when she said "Mr. President" to him, it was the sweetest sound in the world. But to have her call him by his first name, now that would sound like a prayer coming off her lips. It would be saving him from all his life's mistakes. If HE was destined to be "The President," then it was destiny today that brought him to her.

As he walked closer to her he noticed her eyes and face. Her facial features were soft and her skin looked like fine porceline that should be placed ever so gently in the dish room of the White House. He imagined how soft her skin must feel and how utterly perfect she truly looked. As he gazed into her eyes, her beautiful doe eyes, he got lost. At this point he was lucky to find his words. He was the President and of course he had a way with words, but right now he would give anything to have a speech writer to help him find the most perfect words to tell this woman how she is changing him. Changing him to be a man she would vote for and so much more.

With the one look she had FINALLY given him, realizing who he was, she just turned his world on its axis, making it stop, turn upside down, and start all over again. How can one woman have this kind of power over him so quickly? He never believed that SHE existed and now to find her, the most perfect woman he had ever laid eyes on, to be honest he was a little unsure what to do.

He could speak his mind in the situation room and address the country at a press conference and deliver the State of the Union, but HOW COME he had know idea what to say right now?

Fitz finally got up the courage to say something/anything to her that would make sense. He asked her for the tire iron so he could help her change her tire, hoping that she would tell him her name. She was healing all the hurt, anger, and pain he had gone through over the last three years of his Presidency, maybe more. When this beautiful creature finally said "Olivia Pope" he knew that she had not only stolen his heart, but captured his mind and soul in every possible.

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As Olivia placed the tire iron in his hand, their hands touched briefly sending an immediate shock way through both their bodies. She finally got up the courage to say something else to him….

"Mr. President, I am SO SORRY. Wait YOU are going to change my flat tire. Seriously?" She asked him.

"What Miss Pope, you think because I am the President, that I cannot change a tire?"

"Well if the expensive suit, and shoes fit. Plus I would hate for you to get oil or grease underneath those well manicured nails of yours." Olivia said back to The President.

"Wow, you really don't pull any punches do you Miss Pope."

"Nope, not one bit. I SO wish I had a camera right now. The press would eat this up. I can see the headlines…. 'President Grant comes to aid of mystery woman. Look Ladies he CAN change a tire.' How sweet."

Fitz just stood there totally in awe, and speechless. He wondered "Who is the beautiful, well spoken, blatantly honest woman!"

He leaned against the car, letting his mind and heart start to race. She had this smile on her face that was melting his heart and making it go faster all at the same time. He then thought about his next words…

"Okay Miss Pope, if I can change this tire ALL BY MYSELF, without dirtying my suit and ruining my nails," he paused, grinning from ear to ear, "then please let me give you a ride to where you need to go?"

"Seriously?" Olivia asked the President.

"Seriously. Do we have a deal?" Fitz asked her, putting out his hand for her to shake it.

"You're on." Olivia took his hand and as soon as their skin touched, her heart just about froze in her chest. This simple gesture, sent quivers down to her toes, and she could barely breathe. She didn't expect his touch to do this to her. For that matter neither did he.

Fitz got took off his jacket, rolled up his sleeves, and was able to get the lug nuts off and change her tire with ease. Olivia leaned against the car watching him, noticing ever so often that he would glance over and "admire" her legs. She knew he was trying for her not to notice but every time he looked away from the tire, he glanced at her legs, a sexy smirk came across his face.

She watched him thinking "There is NO WAY he is checking my legs out. No way!" If she moved them, his eyes would shift from the tire to her legs, making her blush.

Fitz finished focusing on the task on hand. After he was finished, he stood up, and leaned against the car looking at her. "Well, how did I do?"

"Great. Now let's hope I can drive on it and have it not fall off." She said to him.

"Trust me, the tire isn't going anywhere Miss Pope. Now let's see what else isn't working on your SUV." Fitz told her.

She watched him walk over to the front of the car and check the engine. She went inside the car and it would not turn over. Fitz eventually told her that it was probably the alternator or the car battery, or both. He looked over at Tom and Tom grabbed out his phone and made some calls.

"Miss Pope, someone will be here within the hour to get your car, and it will be repaired." Fitz told her.

Olivia unsure what to say to him next finally said, "Thank you Mr. President. I didn't mean to, um, yell at you the way that I did." Olivia said to him.

"Oh Miss Pope, I understand. When your car breaks down, and you thought you had it fixed, I would be a little upset too. So where are you headed, if you don't mind me asking." Fitz said to her as he began to walk back to get his suit jacket.

"I am on the way to my god-daughter's christening. It's at the church just up the road here." Olivia said to Fitz. She noticed when he said this, he stopped and turned back at her.

"Really? I am on the way to a christening too. I am supposed to be the god-father. It's my Chief of Staff's daughter."

"Cyrus Beene's daughter?" She asked him. "Wait what is your god-child's name, Mr. President?" Olivia asked him, thinking there is NO WAY they are going to the same place, for the same christening.

Fitz looked at her, with a puzzling look. "Ella Mar…" he stopped when she answered him…

"Margaret Novak Beene." Olivia finished for him. "Oh my god, you're Ella's god-father. Holy cow!"

"Whoa…You're her god-mother! Wow, I, um, well," Fitz all of sudden didn't know what to say. He just stood there with his hands in his pockets. Now this was strange.

Olivia let out a giggle, startling him. "Wow, no wonder why you have speech writers."

"Why do you say that?" Fitz asked her.

"Well for being a politician, and the President, you seen to have the tendency to have major brain meltdowns."

Fitz giggled and so did the agents around him. He looked at them and they turned away.

"You wound me Miss Pope. But it's a pleasure to FINALLY meet Ella's god-mother. Cyrus has been talking about you for months. I just never knew your name till now."

"Well the old man, told me NOTHING as to who the god-father was going to be. He said he wanted to surprise me. Urgh…when I see him…I am going to make him go out in back of the church and pick a switch!"

Now the agents in the back, out right laughed. Fitz looked at her confused and laughed.

"Okay not to sound stupid, but what the heck is a switch Miss Pope."

"Oh let me guess, you ain't from the south are you Mr. President? That's right you're a California boy."

Fitz wasn't sure if she was flirting with him or teasing him. "Yes Miss Pope, I am from California, but please enlighten me."

"Well a "switch" is basically something the parents use in south to discipline their children. When a child acts out, back talks, or is disrespectful to their parents, the mom or dad will send them outside to pick the biggest piece of wood they can carry. Once the child returns with the wood in hand, the parents use it to pop them on the behind. 'Hence picking a switch.' And if it's not big enough, the parent goes out and chooses."

Fitz just stood there. "Oh. You don't sound like you are from the south Miss Pope?"

"No Sir I am not but I have relatives that are. Trust me I had my share of "picking a switch" growing up."

"I don't doubt that." Fitz smiled at her testing her response.

"Hey, don't make me have you get one. Or would one of your agents have to do it for you?"

Fitz heard the agents behind him make a snicker. He turned around and said "Something funny gentlemen?"

"No Sir." Tom and the other agents turned around and tried their best not to laugh out loud.

Olivia looked at him and said, "Oh come now Mr. President. Give your agents a break, I am sure that they need to unwind too after babysitting you all day. It's okay gentlemen let out your giggles. I won't let the President fire you." She said looking at Fitz who just stood there.

"Well Miss Pope. Now that you've embarrassed me at least twice, teased me in front of the Secret Service, and made every one of my agents crack a smile, can I give you a lift to the church?" Fitz asked her.

"I did say if you could change my tire and not get dirty so you win, but there's one thing. Do you have room in your vehicle for some precious cargo?"

Fitz thought about that question. She was the precious cargo but what else could it be? Before he would ask her, he heard a tapping sound on the window to her SUV.

"Sure, there is plenty of room in there Miss Pope. What do you have?"

"Well," Olivia turned away and walked over to the car and opened the door. He heard her whisper something.

When she emerged from the car, he saw a pink blanket. At the top of the blanket he saw light brown curly hair in two pony tails with pink ribbons. Sticking out from the bottom where two little feet in a pair of white dress shoes and "ruffled" socks.

Fitz watched Olivia in awe, grace the top of the head that the pony tails where attached too with a sweet kiss. Then he heard her say… "Pumpkin, there's someone I want you to meet." Fitz watched as she moved the blanket off the pony tails and turned to face him. In her arms he saw a little girl, with light brown eyes, honey colored skin, and a smile that melted his heart and took away more of the pain of the last year away. The little girl had her head nuzzled on Olivia's neck, watching her intently.

The little girl finally looked over at Fitz and smiled at him. Olivia then said to him, "Mr. President this is my daughter, Emmalynn Grace Pope."

Fitz was so surprised that he was left utterly speechless. All he could do was look at this beautiful child snuggling in her mother's embrace. She was as striking as her mother.

Emmalynn Grace Pope was her mother's "Saving Grace" every day since the day she was born. But that day little did she know that she just became President Fitzgerald Grant's as well. ;-)

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Holy Mother of God! So my little pumpkins, what do you think of this #GameChanger? So yes Olivia is a single mom of a beautiful little girl name Emmalynn Grace, hence the story's title "Saving Grace." More details on "Emmy" will be in the next chapter. I won't tell you much more but kept reading and all will be revealed.

So do you think Fitz can win over Olivia's daughter? Has he won Olivia's heart already? Do think they've realized their connection already? How will "Emmalynn" change their relationship? And of course their god-parents to Ella, which adds a nice dynamic to things now too.

Can't you just see "Fitz"..TG playing "Barbie Dolls" and "My Little Pony." Major SWOONING here. I am melting just thinking about it. Or dress up with a Princess crown on his head. All the ideas are flowing to me now…;-)

Thanks for all your support and leave me comments cuz they make me smile. ;-)

And as always Peace, Peaches and Pumpkins….Me's