Chapter 13

Olivia had never had such freedom with Fitz as she had the last three days. They had walked and held hands like college sweethearts. They talked of everything and then they talked of nothing. They had taken meals with everyone else, but only had eyes for each other. They had participated in movie night and had watched "The Blues Brothers" with everyone else. They laughed with glee. It was a very funny movie. And Olivia hadn't seen it. Fitz was floored, when she said she hadn't seen it before. His Livvie was missing so much in life. But he was going to change that. He knew he couldn't dictate to her. He was hoping for the moon but he would settle for whatever she wanted to do. They were together and that was all that mattered at the moment.

Movie nights had been so special. This entire trip had meant the world to her. She kept reliving these last couple of days in her head. According to Fitz they had a future. All they had to do was grab it. He had convinced that they had a future, so she was grabbing.

Olivia excused herself and said she was going to make it an early night. The rest of the crew had filed out too. They would leave early tomorrow morning to go back to DC. Cyrus commented how well they had worked together on the speech. They were all brilliant. The President would floor the nation tomorrow night he was sure of it. Just as she left the cabin porch Fitz called after her. "Olivia, just a minute if you please?" He walked her away from the cabin a couple of feet. "I will see you around eight okay?" Of course it was okay. She could hardly wait.

Just as Olivia stepped out of the shower the phone rang. She knew it was Fitz. She was smiling hoping Fitz was saying he was coming down early. "Hello this is Olivia Pope, she said in a sexy tone."

"Hi Olivia. I was giving you a second chance to come back here for dinner. Cyrus is trying to turn it into some type of last night celebration. I told him I thought you were tired. But I said I would give it the old Presidential try."

"Thank-you for asking again, but no Mr. President, the wine was excellent and the popcorn was a bonus. I am full as a tick.

Are you sure Olivia? Cook is doing porterhouses tonight and her grilled asparagus along with twice baked potatoes. They are not to be missed. They are delicious. And there is dessert. Come back and eat with us."

No thanks. However I do plan on having a lite dessert later. I had Tom get me a small angel food cake with strawberries and whipped cream."

He looked over his shoulder before whispering into the phone, "Can I join you for dessert Livvie? I promise to lick some whipped cream off of you and pop a few strawberries in your mouth."

"I was hoping you would Mr. President. I want to do the same thing to you."

"Listen out for me then, I LOVE YOU Livvie.

"I love you too, Fitz."

Olivia was euphoric. It had been a wonderful few days. Her love for him, it was almost frightening this love she had for another woman's husband. But he loved her back and she knew it. So she was going with that.

Meanwhile en route to Camp David and his idyllic get-away with his mistress was the President's wife. Her contact on the inside had advised her of what was really going on at this speech making exercise. Her husband was fucking Olivia Pope nightly, arriving at his whore's cabin and staying there all night long.

When she first found out about the sordid affair she had turned a blind eye. Fitz had become a better candidate and quite frankly a better man and a better father. He was easier to get along with and she was left to her own devices as long as she stayed out of his way. Olivia Pope was satisfying her husband's sexual needs something she couldn't do successfully because she simply hated the sex act and she despised her husband. But Fitz was taking it too far. Hal said they couldn't keep their eyes off of each other and everyone knew the obvious, the President and his Communications Director were fucking.

She was going to attempt to squash the affair tonight. Fitz was so into this thing she wasn't sure what he would do. But Olivia was the smartest person in the room. She would know what was up. She was going to reclaim her husband. He was hers after all, she had hand-made him herself! Hal told her the President had even taken Olivia Pope with him to see the Constitution just last week. He had taken that bitch to see the Constitution! She had never even seen the document. That was bad enough, but now they are just flitting around like two teenagers. Hal said they were actually holding hands as they sat in the dark watching a movie tonight. Enough was enough! Showtime she thought as she said hi to the Secret Service detail and waltzed into the Presidential cabin. "Hi Tom. Hello Fitzgerald."

The smile on Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III's face died. What in the hell was Mellie doing here? He didn't invite her here. What was she doing here? Tonight was his last night with Olivia. They had not had this type of time together since being on the campaign trail. He took a deep breath, something was obviously wrong.

"What are you doing here Mellie? Is something wrong with the children? You hate this place. Are Karen and Jerry alright?"

"The children are fine. I was just sitting around with time on my hands and decided to come down. I actually had some good ideas to maybe add to your speech. By the way, how is it going? Have you finished it yet, she asked sweetly?"

The bitch was up to something he knew it. He suspected she knew about he and Olivia. But she had said nothing nor insinuated anything. So he had gone on as he had. As long as she stayed out of his business they could successfully maneuver this sham of a marriage until the end of his term. He would divorce her and move on with his life. He would have a life with Olivia out of the shadows. As for his wife there still was no reason for her to be here.

"Mellie I had excellent writers to help me with my speech. In fact it is a wrap. I'm not sure outside biased material is what I want to say to the American people anyway, thank-you but no thanks. You and I agree on very little and you know it. I am sure you thought to be helpful but I don't want or need your input."

"Olivia is here. And so is Cyrus. I am sure you accepted their feedback, why not mine? I am after all your wife. I may have an insight or two. You never know, Mr. President. Don't be so mean Fitz I am just trying to help you. It will look good in the press that I decided to surprise you and show up here. I put a little bug in the ear of the press before I left DC. Plus I was tipped off you were wrapping things up with a little celebration. It will be good optics for me to be here, she mouthed sweetly."

"How did you get here Mellie? His irritation was palpable. Someone on his staff was in Mellie's pocket. He would get someone on it. Whoever it was would be unemployed by next week.

"Why I came down in Marine II Fitz. It is at our family's disposal you know."

"It is at our family's disposal for emergencies Mellie, not for your unbridled foolishness. Your coming here to tell me your ideas for a State of Union speech is hardly an emergency. You could have called. And there is not a celebration going on. It is called dinner, he said mad as hell."

"Fitzgerald I am sorry if I have upset you. I was just trying to be helpful. Really that is all there is to it. I am just trying to be a good wife and First Lady. I will just go back to DC if my being here bothers you so much…

"No there is no need for that. Cook had just informed me to tell everyone dinner was ready. Are you hungry?"

"Of course. Thanks for not making a mountain out of this Fitz. It was just me being helpful."

Just as they entered the dining area Cyrus arrived. He too was curious why Mellie was at Camp David. The woman always put the President in a bad mood. He could sense the tension in the cabin even before he got to the dining area. The speech writers filtered in and so did Tom and another agent.

"Where is Olivia, Mellie asked?'

"She had called it an early night. She said she wasn't hungry, right Fitz, Cyrus asked?"

"Right, she said she wasn't hungry, Fitz said."

"That woman eats like a bird. I bet she worked her butt off getting your speech perfected. I know Olivia; she is like an energizer bunny. She needs to eat and this is her party of sorts. If it weren't for Olivia you wouldn't even be President Fitz. She brought everything together. She should be here. Let's go get her Fitz. It is not right she is not here."

"I talked to her earlier she was turning in early. We shouldn't bother her, he said."

"Come on Fitz. She will listen to me. The girl needs to eat. She is all skin and bone, she said sweetly."

Olivia was not skin and bone. She was filled out just fine in all the right places. Her breast fit his hands perfectly. Her legs molded perfectly around his waist. And he loved her remarkable ass. Mellie was full of shit. This was a fucked up situation. She was going to ruin their last night together. And there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it. There was no way he could go to Olivia and spend the night now! Mellie Grant was the bane of his existence. The end of his term couldn't come fast enough nor could his divorce.

"So what do you propose we do Mellie drag a grown woman who has said she was full to a dinner table and force her to eat food she doesn't want?"

"Not necessarily force her, but let her know how much we want her here Fitz. We owe so much to Olivia Pope. She should be rewarded each and every day. Come on let's go get her. Cyrus, tell Cook to hold dinner for a couple of minutes until we get Olivia back here."

So now he stood outside the cabin door of the woman he loved with his wife. He didn't like it one bit. And this would unsettle Olivia and he knew it. He had just calmed her so to speak. He had gotten her in his corner. She had agreed to be with him and wait for him. This would remind of her of her "mistress" status and that was not the case. Livvie was no mistress; she was the love of his life. And if these Mellie shenanigans endangered his relationship with Olivia he would have her head!