Fitz froze as he looked at the positive pregnancy test. He knew there was a chance of her turning up pregnant, they woke up next to each other naked after a wild night of drinking a couple of months ago. Laila swore nothing happened. Fear quickly turned to anger as Fitz began to put two and two together. This stunk of Cyrus. His ears began to turn red and the vein in his forehead began to bulge. Olivia happened to look back from the stove to see Fitz with anger buried in his brows.
"Fitz? Are you okay, honey?" Olivia asked
"Cyrus won't stop. This was in the package." Fitz answered in a monotone
Olivia glanced at the package and became uncomfortable.
"A pregnancy test and a note.. From Laila?" Olivia worriedly asked
"Yes, allegedly. We never had sex but there's this time after her charity's benefit ball, we woke up naked. She says I blacked out before we could. This stinks of Cyrus, terribly. Plus, she woulda showed up to the house or called, she likes to deliver bad news in person." Fitz replied
"Call her and make sure this isn't a stunt she was coaxed into." Olivia whispered
"I most definitely will. Last I knew, she was in Southern Cali, it's a bit early to call now. So it's Tuesday, isn't that market day? I think we should go." Fitz diverted
"Are you sure? We can have a lazy day in." Olivia pushed
"No, I want to be in Vermont at the farmer's market with my amazing, gorgeous and breath-taking girlfriend, Olivia." Fitz stated proudly
"Okay, I didn't get a chance to make any jam so we'll buy some. Is that fine with you?" Olivia asked
"Perfectly fine with me." Fitz answered quickly
The two got dressed swiftly and also happened to be coincidently matching. They both had on white sweaters layered under blue peacoats, light washed denim jeans and brown Doc Marten boots. Olivia giggled at the sight and stated the obvious.
"Honey, we match!" Olivia chuckled
Fitz smiled and kissed her on the cheek as they headed out to the black town car. The entire ride there, they held hands and sang along to the radio.
"Can I have ya daughter for the rest of my life? Say yes, say yes cause I really need to know."
Olivia laughed at how hard Fitz enunciated that line as if Eli Pope was driving them. This sent Olivia into a belly aching laugh attack.
"I'm gonna marry her anyway! Marry that girl. No matter whatcha say. Marry that girl! And we'll be a family. Why you gotta be so rude?"
Olivia grabbed Fitz's face and planted the largest kiss on his lips. They smiled and began laughing once more.
"I like your singing." Olivia complimented
"Thank you, thank you! I'll be here all week!" Fitz joked
They finally arrived at the market and stepped out of the car hand in hand. Shoppers were shocked to see the former president out with Liv as it had been "confirmed" Laila and Fitz were a couple. Luckily, there were no paparazzi to make it worse. Just curious citizens with camera phones. They both knew in a matter of hours, social media would be a blaze with their names and pictures everywhere but they didn't care at all.
"I like Olivia better for you!" A shopper exclaimed
"Are you guys visiting?" Another shopper asked
Questions of the same sort were being fired off and Fitz boldly decided to answer.
"Thank you and no we aren't visitors, we're residents. Yes Olivia was my most trusted advisor throughout my presidency. She gave sound advice even when she left to start her own consulting firm. Even after I expressed my attraction towards Miss Pope after my divorce, she gracefully shot me down and I took up residence in the friend zone. With a bit of persistence and a lot of prayer and supplication, I escaped that dreadful place as Miss Pope recently accepted my proposal to be boyfriend and girlfriend. As for Laila, she is a dear friend, whom will always have my support for being the brace and diligent activist for women of color. You will see Miss Pope and I every Tuesday and Thursday because this woman makes amazing jam that I cannot eat all by myself. I ask for you guys' blessing to join the community and ask to not be treated as President of these United States. I've retired that position to Madam President Clinton. I'm just Fitz Grant, a resident of this sleepy town like the rest of you." Fitz rambled
The residents clapped and continued about their day. Olivia picked up some fresh veggies and fruits to cook for dinner that night. They were stopped for a couple selfies here and there but most part left to themselves. They stopped at a few of the jam stands and picked up a couple jars. Unlike the car ride there, this one was silent. Olivia rested her head on Fitz's shoulder as he played in her hair.
"Livvy? What does your hair look like curly?" Fitz wondered
"You must want to see it. You've seen it, right?" Olivia asked
"Well in pictures, yes. I want to experience them. Can you describe them?" Fitz inquired
"For starters, it's a little shorter when it's curly but very, very bouncy. Sometimes if I leave my hair to dry without putting anything in it, it shrinks up." Olivia answered
"What do you mean shrink up? Like how?" Fitz confusingly asked
"Black hair experiences crazy shrinkage. It just makes our hair look shorter than it really is. It'll shrink up past my ears without doing anything to it." Olivia cheerfully answered
"But your hair is so long. I wanna see it curly." Fitz giddily refuted
"I know and you'll see what I'm talking about." Olivia assured
"Okay good. Seeing as we're gonna be together forever, I wanna get used to seeing the curls. I wonder if they're as immaculate as mine." Fitz joked
"In your dreams! My curls will make you go weak!" Olivia shot back
"You do that with your hair straight so your argument is invalid." Fitz smirked
"Touché. But they're pretty nice. You'll see, I think you'll like them better than the straight her." Olivia said
"That doesn't sound like a bad thing. A curly-haired Olivia? The world isn't ready!" Fitz proclaimed
"Mhmm, I love you." Olivia giggled
"I love you." Fitz replied.