Disclaimer: I don't own Scandal. (one more week though! HOORRAAY)

AN: Hey guys! Thought I forgot about y'all didn't you. In truth, I almost did, but then I started getting reviews asking me about updates and I figured I should write something. (Btw: whoever offered me cookies, you're awesome, lol) Anyways, I've been really busy with college and all so I haven't really had time to myself let alone to write which means that I have no clue when the next update will be. I have written most of the update for Until you so be on the lookout for that maybe next weekend.

"Fitzy…are you still there?" His mother called out to him through the receiver.

He hadn't heard from his mother in years. He barely remembered her voice. But what he did remember was how he stood by and watched as his father gave the ultimatum that caused a rift so great within his family that he was positive that some of his relatives thought he was dead. And all because he had chosen his own path in life. His father was a politician. A great one. He was the governor of California back in the early 90s, which helped with people today not recognizing the Fitzgerald Grant family name. Being the only son, his father had wanted him to continue the legacy and hopefully take it further. All the way to the White House.

Growing up, while some did little league and boy scouts, Fitz was forced onto debate teams and young gentlemen clubs that put people with the right pedigree and right amount of money on the face track to a prime political position. Fitz was exceptional and showed extreme promise. His father had never been prouder as he took on his opponents in debates and won class president in the top private school in the country. But little did his father know was that Fitz was unfulfilled, unsatisfied in the path that had been carved out for him since before he was even thought of. Upon taking a required health class, a whole other world was opened up to him and medicine become something that he started to really enjoy. He took as many science and health classes as he could in high school and when he got into his top choice of college, he'd been thrilled that he could take his 'hobby' to another level.

His father on the other hand was not. Many parents would be ecstatic that their child wanted to be a doctor but as soon as the words pre-med left Fitz's mouth, his father made it clear that he wasn't paying for his education and he was in no way going to support his dreams or goals. When Fitz called his bluff, he got a phone call from the university saying that payment on his tuition had been stopped. Luckily he had scholarships that covered the first half of the year, but after that he was completely on his own and he had to think fast. He applied for grants and more scholarships, but the coverage was partial and he was forced to take out loans. Medical school was extraordinarily expensive and with payment options not as extensive as in college he had no choice but to turn to federal loans to cover the cost.

Fast forward to today, the end of his payments was in site. His hard work during school paid off, often working two or three jobs just to survive. With becoming a physician, his schedule became more demanding and he needed something fast and flexible to make money on the side. Hence the stripping. He couldn't say he regretted it, he did get Olivia after all. But he was going to be happy when it was all behind him.

"Fitzy…the dial tone hasn't sounded and I can still hear you breathing," his mother spoke, still trying to get his attention.

"I'm here," he answered in a cold detached tone so that she knew just how much he didn't want to be having this conversation.

"How have you been?" She asked tentatively, like she was expecting him to blow up any second.

"Did you call after all this time for small talk? What do you want Evelyn?" He knew his calling her by her first name would hurt her.

"I…I've been keeping tabs on you all this time. I know the that you're in D.C and I found some time to get away and was wondering if you'd like to have lunch tomorrow," she said, her tone hopeful.

"Are you serious? I haven't spoken with you in years and out of the blue you want to have lunch like everything is fine. Do you need a kidney? Is your husband dying or something? What?" He couldn't believe this is what she called for.

"No, I don't need anything. Your father is fine. He doesn't…he doesn't know that I'm here. Please, Fitz, I just want to see you. You're my only child and despite what you think, I've missed you. I know I wasn't the best mother…"

"You weren't a mother at all. Not unless someone was around for you to brag about me to. Other than that, you ignored me," he cut her off, not letting her sugar coat her recollection of his childhood.

"Alright, I'll give you that. I let the nannies do my job, but that doesn't mean that I didn't love you. Please, will you just meet with me tomorrow?" she pleaded with him and something in her voice cracked his façade of indifference.

"Fine. One meeting is all I can give you. We can meet at a restaurant at twelve," he informed her as if it were an upcoming business meeting and not a reunion.

"Thank you," she said and he could hear tears in her voice.

Before she could say anything else, he hung up.

Later that morning, Fitz was still replaying the conversation when Olivia finally woke up and strolled into the kitchen where he was making breakfast. He was so distracted that he didn't even know she was there until she laid her head on his back and wrapped her arms around his waist. He jumped a little, but soon relaxed and turned so that he could fully embrace her. Leaning down, he captured her lips in a good morning kiss.

"Morning, baby," he murmured when they broke apart.

"Morning. Are you ok? You seem a little distracted," she noted, rubbing small circles on his back.

He let out a huge sigh, obviously indicating something was indeed amiss, and she instantly became worried. She hated seeing him like this and wanted to do anything to ease his troubles. She waited for him to tell her what was wrong, mentally guessing what it could be.

"My mother called this morning," he blurted then turned back to the stove where the eggs were cooking.

"Your mother? Is everything okay? Did something happen…is your father alright," she asked, hoping for the best but expecting the worst.

"Yes, the old man is still alive. She called because she wants to go to lunch tomorrow. Apparently she misses me and wants to talk," he said, not looking at her while he did.

He didn't have to be facing her though. She could hear in his voice how much he was taken aback by the extended olive branch. She could also tell that he was nervous to meet with the woman that gave birth to him. And as if reading his thoughts, she voiced, "You're afraid she'll get your hopes up and will turn her back again aren't you?"

"Do you know what it's like to be rejected by your parents, the people that are supposed to love you unconditionally? I just don't know what to expect going in and that's really bothering me," he confessed, his shoulders sagging and his head bowing.

"Baby…I don't know what to say. Do you want me to go with you or is this something you think you have to do on your own?" She knew from experience that he was a very independent and very prideful man and this might not be something he wanted her to hold his hand for.

"I have to do this by myself. But not because of my pride, but because meeting you is a privilege that she doesn't deserve. She doesn't just get to meet the best part of my life, she has to earn the right to," he told her with a slight smile curving her lips.

With reasoning like that, how could she argue? She leaned up on his tiptoes to capture his lips with hers, happy that he said she was the best part of his life. When they finally broke apart, she told him with regret that she had to go home to get ready for her shift later on. Not wanting her to leave, he offered her a pair of his scrubs to wear, but seeing as how he was bigger than her, that just wouldn't work. She promised to call before she went to sleep and also promised to come by tomorrow after his meeting with his mother. With one last kiss, he begrudgingly let her go.

Fitz was so nervous that his hands were shaking. He didn't want to admit that she affected him this way, that he wanted her to like the man that he turned out to be. That she was proud of him. He didn't want to get his hopes up only for them to be let down like every other time. Still, as he got closer and closer to the restaurant, he hoped against hope that he'd finally have at least one decent parent. He wasn't asking for Joan Clever, but damn, he didn't want Andrea Yates either. Okay, maybe that was a bit harsh, but still.

Pulling the door open to the restaurant, Fitz immediately spotted the woman who was once so familiar to him. She was of course older, her age starting to peak through all the beauty regiments she used to get herself looking as young as possible at her age. She had her hands clasped together, almost like she was praying, and she was staring out the big window in hopes of spotting her son before he came in. Fitz watched as she craned her head and searched through the throng of pedestrians crowding the side walk, her graying hair moving with her jerky movements. He felt almost happy that she was so engrossed in looking for him. It showed that she cared. Deciding to end the torture, both hers and his, he walked up to her table and cleared his throat.

Evelyn jumped at the sudden sound but as soon as she saw who it came from, tears welled up in her eyes and she immediately got up from her seat to embrace her son. She was much smaller than him but she did her best to embrace him, her arms going around his body in a way that had his arms pinned to his sides. She silently wept into his chest, murmuring mainly to herself how much she missed her baby boy. Fitz thought that this display was odd because she was never the affectionate type, but nevertheless, he freed an arm and wrapped it around her, rubbing her back in a soothing manner.

"I'm so sorry, I don't know what came over me," Evelyn said after some moments, wiping her eyes and coifing her hair.

"It's alright, we haven't seen each other a few years. This is bound to be emotional," he pacified, motioning for her to retake her seat as he took his.

"So how have you been?" she asked, trying to start a normal conversation as if they had just chatted last week.

Whatever, he'd play along for now. "I'm fine. Been working a lot," he replied, still not knowing how much of his life he wanted to share with her.

"Are you seeing any woman? Any grandkids in the near future?" She asked with a hopeful smile.

As if he'd let her in their life anyways. "Uh, yes, I'm seeing someone at the moment. She wanted to come today but I didn't think it would be a good idea."

Evelyn's face fell at that, but she soon brushed it off and resumed her questions. "I'm so proud of you, Fitz. I know that you made your dreams of being a doctor come true. My son the doctor. Dr. Fitzgerald Grant III," she tested the name out on her tongue, grinning from ear to ear.

Fitz scoffed at this. How dare she be proud of him, brag that her son was a doctor when she turned her back on him for that very reason? "Really? I thought the only thing that could make you and your husband proud was becoming president," he said pointedly and again her face fell.

"Fitz, you have to know how sorry I am about that, I mean really I am. I didn't think your father was serious and you know how he is once he lays down the law. It was an impossible situation," she tried to explain.

"Impossible? How hard was it? Either you could've taken my side for once in my life or you could've faded into the background and let someone else do your parenting for you like you've always done. I guess old habits die hard," he said, feeling his emotions, namely anger, start to rise.

"I know I wasn't the greatest mother, but you were grown by then. You no longer needed my parenting," she defended which only made Fitz madder.

"I was eighteen, just barely out of the house and you shunned me from the only thing I ever knew. While you and dad were nowhere near perfect, you were my parents, my only family, and you turned your back on me because I didn't do what you wanted," he raised his voice before settling back down.

"I'm sorry. I can't change the past, the only thing I can do is try to make it up to you now. And that's why I'm here. Like I said, I've been keeping tabs on you. I know that you're having some financial problems and I want to help. I've been stashing away some money in small amounts so that you father wouldn't notice and I finally have enough to get you out of your problems." Evelyn had the same tone and look that Olivia had when she offered to pay off his debt.

"Are you serious? I don't speak to you for eight year and a half years and the only reason you come back into my life is to assuage your guilt with a check." Fitz didn't get why nobody understood his need to do this on his own.

"You're just like your father you know. Both of you are stubborn and prideful. Fitz, let me be your mother and fix this for you. Let me make up for all the kisses I should have placed on your scraped knees, all the sandwiches with the crusts cut off I should have made, and all the hugs I should've given. I know this money won't make up for it, but at least it's a start."

"I only have one question; why now? You could've called me, wrote, email, texted, sent smoke signals, something. Why now?" After eight years, he had figured she forgotten about him, had moved on with her life as if she never had a child.

"I'm leaving your father. Like I said, I've been saving up and getting some things in order. I was in a bad place when you left, or rather, when we pushed you away. I started drinking more than a glass or two at dinner, I was depressed and wouldn't get out of bed for days at a time. I knew what we did was wrong but I didn't know how to stand up for you. To stand against your father. But I've started seeing a therapist and I'm my own person now and I want to be in your life," she pled.

Fitz listened carefully and thought everything she had just said and realized that she was a victim to his father just as much as he was. Although she was the adult, the parent in the situation, she didn't know how to stand up to him anymore than Fitz did. While he was in no way going to give her a pass for the twenty six years she wasn't a parent, he figured he could at least give her a chance from now on. And he'd start by accepting the money she was offering. If he could be debt free and stop stripping, he'd take it. Especially if that meant bettering his relationship with Olivia.

"Okay," was all he said, deciding to keep her in suspense just for the hell of it.

"Okay what? You're going to let me into your life? You're going to accept the money?" She asked, practically on the edge of her seat.

"Okay to both. I will accept your money and your presence in my life. But mom, I have to warn you, you are on a very thin rope," he told her, letting her know exactly where she stood with him.

"Oh Fitz, thank you so much. You won't regret it, I promise," his mother told him and rushed over to hug and kiss him.

Somehow, though, he already did.

"So how was your meeting with your mother?" Olivia asked over dinner that night.

"Surprisingly it went pretty well. She explained why she did what she did and apologized. I accepted, end of story," he said before popping a piece of chicken into his mouth.

"That can't be it. Are you going to see her again, what else did you guys talk about?" She asked before taking a sip of wine. Olivia didn't get why he was holding out on her.

"We talked about my dad a little bit, we talked about you for a second, oh and she offered to pay off the rest of my debt and I accepted," he said the last part as nonchalantly as possible.

Olivia nearly spit out her wine. He took the money that his mother offered him. What about all that macho, he-man bullshit that he was telling her when she offered to do exactly what he allowed his mother to do for him. She was irrationally angry at him and in some ways, felt betrayed. Like somehow he chose his mother over her. And on some levels, he did.

"I see," she said after she swallowed her wine and took another sip.

"Livi, don't be like that," Fitz said, picking up on her declining mood.

"Be like what, Fitz? All is said was 'I see.'" Olivia knew exactly what he meant but wasn't about to admit to it.

"Jealous and hurt that I accepted her help and not yours," he told her, not letting her evade the question.

"I'm not…"

"You are," he cut her off before she could deny it. "Baby, she's my mother. She's part the reason why I'm in this mess to begin with, its only right that she help me out of it. She said that it's time to for her to be a parent and isn't that what parent's do? Help their children out of their problems? How many times have your folks bailed you out?" Fitz paused to get her answer.

"Too many to count," she admitted, starting to see his point.

"I've never had that. And if this is going to help us then all the better. So Liv, don't focus on the fact that it wasn't you, but focus on the fact that I did this partly for you. For us," he said as his mouth quirked up a little on the side.

"You're right," she conceded.

"I'm sorry if I hurt you," Fitz said, motioning for her to come and sit on his lap.

She did, sauntering over, swaying her hips in the way she knew he liked. "You're forgiven, but you're definitely going to have to make it up to me," she smirked.

"Oh most definitely," he agreed, a devilish glint coming into his eyes. If only she knew…

"Baby…please…." Olivia whimpered, aching for relief.

He was killing her. Her nipples were tight and aching and she was so wet that she was sure she had soaked the sheets all the way through to the mattress. Her skin was so sensitive that the circulating fan about caused her to twitch every time a wisp of air drifted across her goose bump raised flesh. And he hadn't even touched her yet. He was kneeling at the end of the bed, whispering all of the dirty things he wanted to do to her body. How he wanted to suck her clit to the roof of his mouth until she was screaming his. How he wanted to run the head of his cock up her slit until she was begging for him. How he wanted to get in so deep, feel her clasping around him so hot and so tight, that he'd never come out. His deep, husky voice had her clutching the sheets and mashing her thighs together in an effort to relieve some of the throbbing because he wouldn't let her touch herself. Or rather, he wouldn't let her touch what was his.

"Please what?" He asked as if he were completely unfazed by her naked body yearning for his.

"Touch me…" she never thought that she'd have to beg for his touch, but this side of him was so sexy that she didn't mind.

"Touch you where?" The edge in his voice sent another tingle straight to her core.

She rolled her hips and lifted then slightly from the mattress, hoping to make her point clear without having to say it explicitly. But when he didn't move, she knew that he wanted words. "Touch my pussy baby," she moaned.

He dragged his index finger through her wet folds and her eyes rolled in the back of her skull. "Like that?" he asked, backing off after just one touch.

She needed more. So much more. "Fingers…" was all she was able to get out as he filled in the blanks. Both figuratively and literally as his fingers filled her aching channel.

Olivia was teetering, gritting her teeth, and groaning low in her throat. His thumb found her swollen nub, rubbing in hard circles designed to drive her crazy. Her hands went to breasts, tugging and twisting the tips to add that little something extra that she craved. Then she felt his mouth doing exactly what he said he wanted to do, pulling her clit into his mouth until she was creaming and calling his name. When she close, her mouth became just as filthy as his and she began telling him how good he felt.

"Oh god, right there….just like that," she moaned before biting in the pillow, one of her hands leaving her nipple to tangle itself in his hair. "Do that thing with your tongue, baby," she demanded, holding him securely in place.

He did, fluttering his tongue in her tight sheath until she climaxed so hard that she was sure she was going to get an aneurysm. But he didn't stop there. No. He kept going, trying to prove that he earned her forgiveness in the best and most pleasurable way possible. God he was so forgiven although at the moment, she couldn't even remember what he had done in the first place. Not being able to take it anymore, she pulled him away and pushed him on his back. Her eyes connected with his, lust glazed ones to lust glazed ones and she knew what he wanted. Knew what she wanted to offer. His pleasure. His pleasure in the way he gave so freely to her. And with that, she lowered her shaft, taking as much in as possible.

Now it was his turn to groan and clutch the sheets as she did to him what she had never done to another man. While she wasn't a pro, she knew enough to please him and she seemed to be doing a good job if the sounds he was making was any indication. Gliding her mouth back up, she swirled her tongue around the tip before going back down. She hollowed out her cheeks, drawing them in so tight she could feel his pulse. And that's when he had enough, pulling her and on top of him in one fluid motion.

But he didn't enter her. Not yet. No, he was going to make her ask for just like he said he would. He flexed her hips over his erection, stroking himself with her drenched lips in slow motions that dragged out their pleasure.

"Take me…" Olivia groaned, her head falling to the crook of his neck.

"With what?" Fitz asked, still moving her hips, making sure that the tip of his shaft hit her clit each and every time.

"With this," she said, reaching between their bodies to grip his hard, throbbing member, "with your cock."

That first slide in was always glorious, but this time it was something more. It was electric, shocking every part of her system and setting her body on fire. His arms came around her waist, hugging her tight to his body and helping to guide her movements. Her nails dug into his back and she kissed a path from his neck to his lips, needing to taste herself on them. She thrust her tongue into his mouth and accepted his into hers. She could kiss this man forever, it was just that good. She nipped at his bottom lip, tugging on it then licking it before kissing him again.

He was hitting her spot in the way only he could, raking over it again and again as each vein and ridge of cock scraped her sensitive walls. She rode him hard, grinding in his lap, twisting and swiveling her hips in a way that had them both calling out. She was getting lost in their passion, the only thing existing was him until her entire world centered on Fitz and the masterful way he thrust into her body over and over. Then she shattered, spasming and throwing her head while she cursed and called his name. She hot clasp of her pussy closed in on Fitz, making him lose control right along with her, dragging them both under until all they could do was moan and let the sensations take them over.

"I love you,"

"I love you, too…"

A few weeks later

"Babe, I was wondering if you wanted to meet my mom," Olivia brought up while they sat on his couch, flipping through channels hoping to find a channel.

They had been dating for a little while now and it seemed right that the two most important people in her life met. She glanced up from the crook of his arm to gage his expression and he seemed pleased by this idea. Good. She knew some guys were freaked out by the prospects of meeting their girlfriend's parents. She was happy that her man wasn't one of them.

"I think that'll be great. Actually, I was hoping to introduce you to my mother soon. Maybe we could do it at the same time, you know, take them to a nice restaurant or something," he pitched his idea.

Fitz and his mother had talked daily since she was back in his life. She moved to the D.C area, settling in Arlington Virginia which wasn't too far away. Fitz had helped her move into her place and had dinner with her at least once a week. Now that he was officially done with his stripping gig, except for the private dances he would give Olivia, he had a lot more time on his hands.

"I think that's a good idea. That way we can get it over all at once and I won't be too nervous because I'll have my mom there to defend me if Evelyn gets slick," Olivia joked, causing Fitz to laugh.

"Alright, well, tomorrow is Saturday and since neither of us have to work, I think that'll be the best time to do it. You call your mom and I'll call mine."

"Sounds like a plan to me…"

An: Leave me a review telling me what you thought. Would you have forgiven you're mother? Would you have accepted her money? What do you think about her explanation. We got some sexy time. And finally, we're having a meeting with the parents in the next chapter. How do you think this will go. Don't ponder it too much though because I have no clue when the next update will be.