"Hey Lauren"
"Well look at you F4. How are you?"
"Good and yourself?
"I'm good thank you for asking. Who is this?"
"This is Zaire he's my roommate at school. He's spending the holidays with us."
"Oh well, welcome to the White House sir. You guys can go in he's waiting on you."
Before we enter I give Zaire a smile because he has nerves written all over him.
"You'll be fine."
"Says the First Son."
I open the door and walk in to see my dad sitting in his chair reading over some papers. I've missed him. Even though he tries his hardest to come see me or talk to me I know he's a busy man and I don't hold that against him. I am happy, I don't have to ask or want for anything and plus I'm proud of my father he followed his dreams and became the President and if I might say he's doing a bang up job. He looks up and sees us and smiles a familiar smile that makes me miss him even as I'm standing in front of him.
"Jerry," he meets me halfway and we fall into a big bear hug, "I missed you. How are you?" he says as placing a kiss on top of my head.
"I missed you too dad. I've been good; you know doing the teenage thing."
"That's good to here but I hope it's not too much of the teenage thing," shooting me a warning look
"You are correct not too much of it, plus I know you get updates constantly so there's that."
"Hmmm, sorry about that you must be my son's roommate Zaire?"
"Yes sir Mr. President."
"Please none of the Mr. President. You can call me Mr. Grant."
"Alright Mr. Grant."
"I hope Jerry isn't too much to live with all the security."
"It's no problem at all. Jerry is pretty good roommate and we became good friends.
"Well that's good."
"So dad how's work going?"
Laughing, "It's the same old stuff, to go to war or not go to war is the question."
"You still use that corny joke," I drop my head down and shake it because he didn't realize how he just embarrassed me
"I told him the same thing but he thinks he is funny," we all turn around to find Liv standing in the doorway smiling at us.
Zaire and I both run over to her and gather her in a hug leaving my dad confused to say the least
"Hey I'm funny. Am I missing something, do you all know each other?"
"Mr. President I went to visit Jerry here after his championship game and met Zaire then."
"Liv stop with the Mr. President crap," he says while dropping to one of the sofas, "I really did try to make that son."
"Don't worry dad I celebrated quite nicely."
"I bet you did," Liv says making both of us blush and avoid eye contact.
"Is there a story behind that?"
Panic rises in me and before I can answer Liv speaks up, "No it just ended with me whooping both of them in a couple of games."
Talk about a sigh of relief, "so what's this big party happening around here?"
"Ughhh…"
"I swear you don't want to plan anything," Liv sits down next to him but not close, while my dad casually throws his arm over the back so his fingertips are at the base of her neck and I see her relax. I can't help but smile and think this is a meeting the parents type of thing, which in a sense it is.
"It's not that I don't want to plan, it's who I have to plan with and I have to campaign to be President while I am President. It's draining."
"It will be fine, as for your campaign why are worrying so much, we are winning this on your terms. Speaking of which I should get going."
Zaire spoke for the first time, "Liv are you coming? I know my parents would love that I got to meet the President but also meet the great Olivia Pope."
"No sweetie I have a case."
"That sucks I kind of was hoping that I could show them I am doing fine and they can stop hounding me."
"Don't worry Zaire she will be there."
"Fitz I…"
"Liv don't worry about it. Plus it's a Presidential order, a client request if that doesn't work."
We all talk and laugh some more until dad has to go back to work. We say our goodbyes but not before I pick Liv up in a hug and whisper hi mom in her ear. Zaire gives he a hug too and we make our way back to the residence.
"So seems my son has taken a likening to you and so has his roommate."
"Like father like son."
"Ha I hope not. It will break his heart to know that his old man has your heart."
"Is that so Mr. President?"
"Mmmhmmm say it again."
"Mr. President," Liv says in a low sexy voice. During their whole exchange they ended up by their window so the cameras wouldn't catch anything.
Holding her close to him and leaning his head, "before you go can I ask you something."
"Sure."
"Did that whole ordeal meeting Zaire feel more like parents meeting the boyfriend than meeting a friend?"
"Are you trying to ask me if I think Jerry is gay and Zaire is his boyfriend?"
"In a since yeah."
"Well Mr. President that is something you should ask your son. But I do get what you mean by it feeling like us sitting there like parents," and she walks out the Oval office leaving Fitz with a smile on his face and longing to hold her again.