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Love Is A Shield
- Part 3 -

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Abraham was watching the scene in front of him, he was 72 years old but he could still hear the voice of his mother shooting him when he fell, or was hurt in any way. She had been there for him no matter what and no matter how old he grew she had always been a great source of comfort thinking about her and her passing still hurt even after over a decade. He could not imagine a scenario in which a kid did not want to have their mother to comfort. Well he was not naive, sure there where a lot of sick people in this world, but growing up like he did he could not wrap his mind around why anybody could harm their child or any child for this matter.

The boy looked healthy and from what he saw there where no visible marks of abuse on his body, but he also knew that there are some wounds much deeper than those who meets the eye.

Every time he thought he had seen or heart everything life was able to surprise him.

He never imagined that he would at this age still spending the nights driving a cab to make some extra cash. He was married and still happy to have his beloved Belinda by his side. When she became sick a couple years ago he was confronted with the prospect of loosing her it had felt like he would drown, even thinking at those times made it hard for him to breathe.
They where lucky and she was fine again, but they still had to pay back for all those medical bills. For him it was small price to pay, he could not image a life without his wife, even more than 40 years she was the reason to go up every morning to take the next breath.

He loved his children and his grand children dearly and they loved him, but all of them had their own lives and their own mothers to turn to when they needed some comfort, shooting words or just some cuddling. like he did when he was a small boy. Sure he cuddled with his father and his kids with him, but in a case of distress was the mother always the first to turn to, and hearing the little one over there to call for his father first after running to some friend in the middle of the night his first thought had been that he had lost his mother , but that seemed not to be the case cause Miss Pope had wanted to call the mother. Maybe a he had a stepmother he would not get along with. He knew it was much of a cliché to think so and he had seen many really devoted stepmothers and fathers for that matter.

After it seemed they expected him to stick around for a bit longer, maybe he should simply lean back and observe, if it would take longer he could call Belinda and tell her of his delay so she would not start to worry, but so far he was good he had paged her from the car and told her that he had one more passenger. His believed in God and nothing was without reason even if you do not understand it at first, he believed that God had a plan he just had to go along with it.

To say Oliver was stunned was an understatement, she never had spent much time with Mellie and the Kids together, but always thought they had good relationship. She tried to remember if there had been any hint that anything was wrong. During the campaign there had been limited contact with the whole Grant family as a union, cause mostly some where busy with other tasks, or the Kids where still at home in California. The biggest part of her memory of all of them in one place had been during the summer before the election, even with the Kids not present at most of the events, they where sometimes with them on the bus and nothing than had let her to any suspicions that Mellie was not a very good mother to her Kids despite her stained relationship with her husband.

"I'm sorry your father is not here, I am sure you knew had to be at a conference in Europe this week." Seeing that Jerry about to protest , she held up a hand to stop him.

"You know we have to call your mother right away, aren't you? I am sure she will worry very much when she finds your bed empty.

Jerry looked down into the cup in his hands.

"I am sure she will not even know that I am gone", he pursed his lips and added in a very low voice, "And you are wrong she does not care." He added in a small voice.

Olivia could hear the heavy pain behind that statement and hearing the sharp intake of breath the two men in the room had picked it up as well.

"Could you please call Daddy?" Jerry asked in a pleading manner, "Maybe he is back, I know he had to away, but he promised to be back tonight and he always keeps his promises!" As much as his voice had been week at the last statement regarding his mother he was no as confident.

Olivia looked over to Huck who already gazed at her intensely, with a small movement of his eyes he asked her what to do about the Cabdriver and she told him with an equally small gesture not to worry about him.

"Huck please give me the black bag from my desk." She asked him in a tone that made clear her decisions where already made.

Huck had learned to trust her instincts, even when he thought that sometimes when it came to the White House they where a bit off, but it was not his place to judge. He had met Grant during his campaign and he knew he was good man, not flawless but who was? After all they where human and compared to most of the people he knew he was nearly a saint and to say such a thing about a politician was in a way insane enough.

Huck admired people who believed in what they where doing and he was convinced that their President was in this regard a true believer, before he met him he never thought he would ever even consider to vote for a Republican and if anybody told him he would ever do so he would have send them straight to nuthouse.

While grabbing the bag in question he wondered about the boy and his strange revelations, he was sure that this must have been a current development.

'He always keeps his promises' Olivia only hoped that Jerry could hold on to this stalwart trust longer. Nobody was able to keep all their promises. Maybe it was not fair, but to hear this statement brought be whole Amanda Tanner incident back with such a force that she could not stop a small gasp. Jerry looked at her questioningly with eyes which reminded her so much of his fathers and before she could think about her actions she hugged him tighter and placed a reassuring kiss on top of his head, with the big yawn the boy relaxed and leaned back.

She had been so hurt by Fitz's action that she kind of lost her perspective. Had he broken his promise to her? If she was absolute honest with herself, he did not. She had been the one who left and who did not even to have the gut to tell him in person, just an impersonal letter of resignation left at his desk when he was so busy that she would at least have two hours before he would have even a chance to read it.

She was not sure what she had expected while she had curled up at home on her soda. That he would come after her right away? Send his Secret Service to drag her back? To call? But there had been only silence and her tears. She had never really considered how much she may have hurt him with her actions in the first place. At that time she thought it had been the right thing to do.

Her thoughts where interrupted by Huck who held the bag she asked for out to her. He had not been gone for more than two minutes but she could feel that Jerry was almost asleep in her arms. Before taking the bag, she carefully took the nearly empty mug from the boys hands and placed it on the low table next to them.

Nearly asleep the boy felt much heavier in her arms when she leaned over to grab for the bag that was held out to her. She took it and settled back to keep Jerry comfortable, without looking she reached into it. It was her emergency briefcase, not much inside, but always ready if needed. The cell phone was soon in her hand and she pulled it out and looked at it, she hesitated for a split second before hitting the speed dial.

The time it took for the sound that announced a ringtone on the other end of line she just dialed seemed endless to her, and like always when she called him she felt nervous knots in her stomach.

Would he even pick up? After their last conversation before the press conference he had held with Mellie they had no contact at all. She had simply left, handing her Hard pass in and tried not to look back.

"What do you want now?"

TBC

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