The Overhaul Chapter 24, a scandal fanfic

A/N: Sigh...Can somebody please come get their trash can out of my yard, the wind must have blown it over here but I don't have any use for it.

SpiritofLove76: Obviously I hurt your feelings you bum bitch still writing paragraphs that are not being read. Your a bum bitch who can't take an ounce of criticism. Which is why you will never be good at this. The only sentence I said in your review was "Who wrote this a 13 yr old" and from that your oversensitive ass exploded. Just a like a child. Bye bum bitch!

Me: 2h agoReally? You goal clearly was to hurt someone's feeling, you are for whatever reason convinced that you hurt my feelings, but still you are arguing with me. I mean, in your mind you accomplished your goal, but you're still angry. I call that the Miserable Bitch Syndrome. But then again we knew that about you already didn't we? You are just a sad, worthless waist of human parts. Like you can't even come back with anything. I have read you your entire life because you idiots expose just who you are on these interwebs, and you really just can't say shit when someone calls you out for what you are. If I'm so talentless why even waist your precious time commenting? Again, a symptom of MBS. You need a life.

She's convinced that she's hurt my feelings, which is what she seems to have aimed to do, but she's still unhappy. And apparently I can't take criticism (which she claims to have been doing instead of being an asshole) when I'm looking for Betas to criticize my writing. And she keeps getting riled up over words, she's apparently not reading. I don't know how that works. But she's pissed. I feel sorry for her a little bit though. If she thinks feelings are that easily hurt, she must get her feelings injured on a daily basis. I'll post the rest at the bottom because it is quite entertaining.

Anyways, here's the next chapter. Can you guess which holiday this was for but I was too much of a procrastinator to get it finished and posted in time. But it's till May right? Hope you guys are enjoying your holiday, while I'm over here messing around on the internet with my stomach about to eat itself wondering why the food can't ever be ready on time. I hope you guys really enjoy this chapter, a took a while for me to finish it but its a lot of fluff so...

The first thing she noticed was the noise coming from somewhere outside of her room. She frowned, not really fully awake yet. The next thing she noticed was the light through her eyelids. She sighed heavily and snuggled deeper into her pillow, refusing to give up the comfort before she absolutely had to. After all, Adeline hadn't woken up yet so she would milk that for all it was worth. Suddenly a thought crossed her mind, "What time is it?"

The light in the room seemed a little too bright to say the baby was still asleep. It was strange. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked at the window. No, it definitely was not early morning which was when she usually heard her baby calling for her with soft cries. She rolled onto her back and looked over at her clock, "9:08." She hadn't slept in this late since she decided to take on the job title of co-campaign manager with Cyrus. It felt, good, but unusual. Before she could make to move from the bed, something in the doorway caught her attention. She looked at him and blinked a couple of times to clear the rest of the sleep from her eyes.

"Good," he said walking into the room with a tray of food, "you're awake. I was starting to think this was all going to be for nil."

She sat up in the bed as he came closer with the tray. She had a lot of questions. "What is this?" was the first one that managed to make its way past her lips.

"What it looks like," was his simple reply. "Breakfast in bed."

She leaned back against the pillow and rubbed her eyes, taking in what he had just said. Then she realized that he didn't have Adeline with him.

"Where's Addie?" she asked, allowing him to set the tray in front of her.

"On top the kitchen counter," her eyes shot up to meet his eyes. "I couldn't carry her and the tray, I had to pick one."

"Jake," she said threateningly as she made to move the tray from in front of her so she could get out of bed.

"I'm kidding," he said placing his hands on the tray to keep her in place. "She's safe on her play mat on the living room floor. You think I'm an idiot?"

She gave him a look that said she didn't find his joke funny. He smiled lovingly at her, finding her lack of makeup and curly ponytail adorable, as she was pouting at him. "You stay here and eat, I'll go grab her." She looked back at the food. It looked really good, but it was a lot.

"I can't eat all of this," she said as a smile slowly started to make its way to her face. She didn't know what she had done to deserve this, but she would not complain, especially since her stomach was starting to growl at the sight and smell before her.

"That's why I'm coming back," he said pointing towards her and walking towards the door, "to help." He disappeared through the door frame.

She took in the tray one more time and was about to grab for the utensils until a card caught her eyes. She picked it up and realized that there was another card under it. She decided to read the one in her hand first.

It was a simple card, white with a black heart in the center, and colorful words inside of the heart. A smile came to her face as she read it, "Thank you for loving me even though I plowed through your lady parts with my big bulbous baby head." She laughed out loud, shaking her head and opened the card. It read simply, "Happy Mother's Day." Signed with "Love, Adeline" in what was obviously not her daughter's handwriting.

Then it hit her why she was getting the breakfast in bed treatment. Today was Mother's Day. Jake had asked her if she wanted to do anything special a few days prior, but she had told him no and that they needed to focus on putting her father away. They had already sent the tip to the local police and they were now working with the FBI to put a case together against her father for laundering money. She wanted to stay focus, get this done and over with. She didn't need to be pampered as a reward for loving and taking care of her daughter, but if he wanted to after they got this thing with her father settled, she would gladly accept. It seemed that he had decided to ignore her request though.

She placed that card to the side and picked up the other card on the tray. It was a lot fancier, with pastel colors, and flowers, and parts that protruded slightly from the card, as well as a baby bunny with a bow on her head and a mama bunny. She smiled again as she opened it and began reading. It was a poem, a very personal poem. She knew that the writing had been a custom addition to the card as it mentioned events she had experienced in taking care of her daughter. She instantly knew who had written the poem but it was confirmed by the woman's small signature in the corner, 'Anna', under the larger signature of 'Love, Adeline'. She then looked at the two little hand prints in pink and purple on the other side, and the messy finger painted "Adeline" which someone had taken her little finger, dipped it in paint and traced her name with it. She smiled imagining the effort it had taken to get it to look as neat as it did.

She felt tears welling up in her eyes and had just reached for her face to wipe them away, when he entered the room with their daughter in his arms.

"Com'on now, stop crying all over the food, Liv," he said jokingly. She laughed.

"I can't help it," she said as she reached for Adeline. "It's not everyday my baby writes me a poem." She kissed the baby's cheek, but the infant seemed more interested in getting her hands on the food in front of her. She settled her beside her before giving her a piece of biscuit to slobber over.

Jake sat down in front of her and flipped on the television set. He then grabbed one of the sausages on the plate. She glanced up at him as he tried to keep the baby from grabbing another piece of food off of the tray. She felt herself smiling again. She wondered how much effort he had put into getting to Adeline before she was able to wake her up, entertaining the baby and making this big breakfast. She felt appreciated, and appreciative.

"Thanks," she said causing him to look up at her. She raised her eyes to meet his. "For all of this."

"Oh, this is just the beginning," he told her with a smile. He could tell she was enjoying the day he had planned so far.

She shook her head, "I told you I didn't want you to go through any trouble."

"I know," he said somewhat apologetically, "but I got carried away. And then I made the mistake of asking for a little help here and there from Anna, Abby, and Quinn and it just snowballed. I will say I managed to thwart most of their ideas, but I think you'll like the rest of it. You're going to get to go to our super secret spot."

"Oh," she said looking down at the grinning baby that was being tickled. "You have a super secret spot?"

"Yeah, it's just a little place we go while the boring people who like to work all day are at work working. Which reminds me," he said looking up from the baby and back at her, "it was their idea to take your phone. They are fielding the calls."

"They took my phones?" she asked in disbelief.

"I know, I know," he held up his hand in his defense, "but they promised to call my phone if anything urgent that they can't handle pops up."

He studied her for a little bit, and he could tell she was a little apprehensive. "Liv," he said calling her attention back to him. "It'll be fine. Just...enjoy this. You deserve it."

"Wow," Olivia teased as they walked through the park. "Your super secret spot sure is out in the middle of everywhere."

Jake smiled at her sarcasm. "Are you going to enjoy this or are we going to have to send you back to the white house for a time out from happiness?"

Her face immediately split into a wide grin and she laughed at the association. "Okay, okay," she told him. "Just one rule, if I'm really going to enjoy this as much as you want me to, maybe we shouldn't talk about work, especially since I don't have my phones...It's just going to make me anxious.

He agreed and they found a spot, his usual spot with Adeline. They laid out the blankets that they had brought with them and placed the basket of food and Adeline on top of them and parked the cooler of drinks next to it before settling themselves. Olivia started to unpack the toys out of the bag they'd bought for the baby and she immediately began to keep herself busy, ignoring the toys and crawling to the edge of the blanket exploring the texture of the grass with her little hands. She looked around the park, it really was a beautiful day out and she had forgotten about this area of the park almost. She rarely came just to visit the park. She would jog through on the running trail or meet people here on the main pathways, but if it wasn't on the jogging trail or one of the high-traffic pathways, she didn't frequent it much if at all. It was a beautiful area. It was open but their setup was partially in the shade of the tree and partially in the sun just in case they wanted to lay in it and feel the warmth on their skin. The grass and the trees were a vibrant green and the flowers that had been landscaped into the design were in full bloom. There was a considerable amount of people as well, enough to make you feel socialized, but not too many that you felt crowded or you didn't have at least some privacy for your group. She felt more relaxed and at peace just being there. Why didn't she come to the park as often anymore?

"There's supposed to be a live band here today," he told her, "but I think we're out of the way enough where we won't be in the crowd but we should still be able to hear the music pretty well."

She just looked at him. She never knew that he was a lay out in the park type of guy, but he seemed to be kind of an expert at park visiting.

"You guys come here a lot?" she asked him.

"No, not a lot," he told her. "Whenever we get a chance. We just started coming once it got warmer out."

She studied him as he reached out to pull Adeline back onto the blanket before she could crawl off. She was curious. "What else do you guys do when I'm not around?" She had a feeling she was missing out on some things she wanted to be included in.

"Hey," she heard someone nearly squeal, interrupting him before he could answer. She looked up to see a woman with some travel gear similar to theirs approaching them. "I haven't seen you guys here in awhile."

"Hey, Chris how's it going?" he smiled up at her. The woman dropped her bags a few feet away from them before walking over, adjusting the infant boy in her arms. "Where's Kelly?"

"Oh, she went to go park the car. I decided to take Grayson and come grab our spot before someone snatched it up," she said before lifting her sunglasses to rest on top of her head. "Oh my God she's crawling," the lady said turning her attention to Adeline.

Olivia couldn't help but smile at the woman's acknowledgement of her daughter's accomplishment and the baby herself even took the time to look up at the woman, smile and babble something before going back to trying to escape the blanket.

"Yeah, she just started a couple of weeks ago," Olivia said as she picked Adeline up as it seemed she was hell bent on crawling into the grass and getting grass stains on the pretty dress she had put on her. She was sure it would end up filled with dirt, grass and food items by the time they left, but this early on she was still ready to fight the good fight.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Chris said suddenly extending her hand, "You must be Olivia. I'm Chris, I've heard so much about you." Olivia smiled and greeted the woman.

The talkative woman continued to engage them in conversation until another woman, Kelly, who Olivia would later learn was her wife walked up and tried to get her to leave them alone. The two women set up their stuff a little ways away from them but the puppy they had brought with them kept wandering over to their blanket. It was probably because Adeline kept trying to get after it and he was just as excited about playing with her, probably because she was more mobile and interactive than the younger baby the other couple had.

"Maybe, I should get her a puppy," Jake said as they watched how well the baby and puppy played together. Adeline smiling the entire time and squealing in delight occasionally.

"Mm," came Olivia's simple reply. "Don't get her a puppy."

They stayed out most of the day, just talking and joking around, eating, listening to the music and people watching. Adeline had even taken a short nap. She was almost disappointed when he told her it was time to go at around five. She'd asked why he wanted to leave and he explained that he had dinner reservations for them at eight and that they were already pushing it since it would take her forever to get ready. She told him that he should've told her that so she could have decided on what she would wear before hand, he just smiled at her.

She helped him pack up everything and made their way back to the apartment to find Lauren waiting for them. She gladly took Adeline off of their hands, and began feeding her her dinner while they started getting ready. It wasn't until she got out of the shower wrapped in her robe that she noticed the dress, heels, and jewelry that had been set up in her room. Her mouth fell open for a couple of reasons, his thoughtfulness being one and the other being that she loved the dress and shoes. The dress was all black, sleeveless with a high circle neckline that fell loosely all the way down and the shoes were a pair of simple black, ankle strap heels with the toes out.

"Liv I really hope you're ready, or we're going to be late," he said putting on his blazer.

"Did you pick this out," she said turning to him but pointing to the the dress and shoes that lay on her bed. If he said yes, she was prepared to pull him into her room throw him on the bed and fuck him into a state of debilitation.

"Uh no," he said giving himself a once over in the mirror, "Anna and Abby. One said something about being too frumpy the other said something about being too revealing, so I just let them handle it," he finished oblivious to how much everything he had done that day as well as the heart eyes he'd been giving her throughout the day had turned her on. Her body was literally humming for him, but she would have to wait until after dinner. She wanted to finish enjoying the day he had planned for her.

"I hope you like..." he said as he gave himself a once over in her full length mirror. He had just turned around to face her and was cut short of finishing his thought by her lips crashing into his as she pressed her body into him. It only took a second for him to start kissing her back, two for him to completely process what was happening, and three for him to reach out to grab her hips and deepen the kiss.

She stopped him by pushing him back. Well aware of the lack of clothing she had on and how quickly things could escalate and they only had forty five minutes to get to the restaurant. She pulled away from him, but he stopped her by tightening his grip on her hips.

"Should we skip dinner?" He'd had no idea where that came from, but he wasn't going to question it. He'd be willing to forgo the rest of his carefully planned day.

She smiled and began walking him backwards towards the door. "No," she smiled up at him knowing that the same thought had just crossed her mind. "You're going to need your energy."

She pressed her lips back to his, giving his bottom lip a quick nip before stepping away and closing the door in his face. She turned and looked at the dress, smiling to herself because she knew he was still on the other side of the door trying to figure out what would be the quickest way to get through dinner and back to one of their apartments.

"Here," he said sliding the envelope over to her.

"Wow, more gifts," she said, as she picked up the card. He only smiled and gave her that look again.

She opened the pale rose colored envelope and smiled at the child-like drawings on the front of the card. With happy mother's day written out in messy handwriting. She opened the card, and sat the extra envelope that had fallen out aside as she read it. On one side it read, "Sorry for the bad drawings, hopefully the kid's more talented than I am." She smiled and went on to read the other side that contained a very heartfelt message clearly written by Jake and not the manufacturers of the card. She smiled and blinked back a few tears before opening the other envelope. Her brow furrowed when she saw that it contained four airline tickets. A look of surprise came over her face when she saw that the destination was Marseille.

She knew that she had said to him more than once that she wanted to go back and visit, but she could never really find a good time to take off and leave the country.

"They're not actual boarding passes," he told her, a smile on his face after seeing that he had succeeding in pleasing her with his gift. "You'll get the real one when you decide when you want to go. It's more a way to get you to make a promise to yourself that you'll go."

She shook her head in disbelief, before looking up at him. "Jake," she said before looking back down at the tickets in her hand. "Why are their four?"

"I figured you'd want to take some people," he explained. "Anna...Abby...Quinn. A girl's get away, or whatever you guys call it."

She looked up at him and he smiled and she could tell that he was pleased with himself. "Jake I don't," she tried but he cut her off, knowing what she was about to say.

"You do deserve it and you are going to use it because I'm going to tell them that you are holding their vacation ticket hostage and they won't leave you alone until you use it," he told her. "Besides," he said becoming more serious, "it's my way of saying thank you."

"For what?" a look of confusion coming over her face. She knew that there was a lot that they could thank each other for but she could think of nothing she'd done recently.

"Giving birth to my daughter," he told her, humbly. She felt her heart and other parts of her body warm, but he went on. "I know that it wasn't really planned and you had a lot going on, still do. And I know that I wouldn't have been your first choice to father…," he trailed off, and she looked down, knowing that the thought hurt him. It hurt her as well, and it was also untrue. Had she had a choice, he would have been her first. She didn't realize it until after she actually found out she was pregnant, but still he was her first choice. The situation wasn't, but he was. "What I'm trying to say is, I know you had other plans and other options. So thank you for bringing my daughter into the world, even though I'm her father." He gave a self deprecating smile before taking a sip from his wine glass.

She just stared at him for a moment, taking in all that he had just said. He was right. She had options and she had weighed those options, she had also considered the alternative and made her decisions based on that as well as on what she wanted, as best she could anyway because she was definitely confused about what she had wanted at the time the decision was made. But she had gone with the one that had made the most sense and felt that her confusion had served to push her in the right direction. She had been confused about getting the abortion, not about having the baby if that made sense. She didn't think it made sense outside of her head, she doubt anybody's reason for making decisions like this did, but it had made sense to her. She shook her head. "Jake I didn't choose to have Adeline despite you being her father, I kept her because you were her father."

His mouth opened to reply but nothing came out. She could tell he was genuinely surprised by her confession. She looked down at her hands in her lap, again trying to blink back a few tears. She couldn't imagine not having their little girl in her life, and her gut twisted at the thought that a simple slip up under different circumstances could have caused her to make the decision that would have resulted in her not having her daughter right now. It was true, all of it, and she couldn't imagine her or her child having to endure the implied alternative.

He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He knew that she didn't regret having Adeline but he figured it had all come after actually getting to meet the baby after giving birth. He never doubted her love for the child and knew that she would make the same decision a thousand times over knowing what she knew now. He just never thought that he had played a positive factor in her deciding to keep the pregnancy. He didn't think it was possible, but the little piece of his heart that the woman sitting in front of him and the little girl that looked just like her hadn't managed to melt into a puddle began to do just that.

She watched as a smile came to his face and she couldn't help the one that came to her face in response. She knew that he believed her and finally they were on the same page about something they hadn't known that they were at odds about. "I mean we've been through some crazy things together," she said flirtatiously, "we can manage to raise a kid, right?"

He didn't respond, and the smile he wore turned more into a contemplative smirk. She saw his jaw clench as he swallowed and that innocent, loving look he had in his eyes all day turned into something more carnal as his eyes drifted from her face down to her body, taking in as much of it as he could see being that she was hidden behind the table. She felt a pool of moisture gather between her thighs.

"You wanna get out of here?" he rumbled. Her reply was to return the look, a seductive smile playing on her face, before she stood, grabbed her clutch and began strutting towards the exit of the restaurant, leaving him to chase his way after her.

A/N: Okay, most importantly, hope you guys enjoyed. Feel free to review if you did or didn't. I will try to fix typos later.

Now the drama I've been dealing with in my inbox...SMH...

So the first one is me replying to here for some shit she came on one of the parodies I posted trying to talk slick. I know, don't feed the animals right...I was in a mood.

Me (In April sometime back when this all started): Because I'm in that mood...Fuck you bitch! Seek me out and say that shit to my face and see if I beat that ass like a 13 year old. I shouldn't even entertain your pathetic, internet thuggin' ass, but fuck it! It's Friday, and I ain't doing shit else. You sad bitches always trying to seek out attention but all you are doing is letting everyone know how fucking miserable you are. What kind of sorry self important assholes go around seeking out shit to antagonize people about? Those that don't have anything of value in their actual real lives, that's who. I really kinda feel a little sorry you must be exceptionally unhappy. All the shit to do in the world and seek out on the internet and you still focus on the things you view negatively. But bitch keep on keeping on, it just lets me know that I'm doing something right. I right this shit for my enjoyment, I don't expect everyone to like it. Hell I don't think anyone who writes does, but what simple minded douche nozzles like you fail to realize is that any reaction to any type of writing you do is a win. So thank you for letting me know that what I wrote moved you to the point of feeling the need to reply. But, I will say it once more in case it wasn't clear the first time...This trolling/negativity shit doesn't bother me because I am not a fucking 12 year old (or 13 year old to better fit your narrative) that needs constant reassurance of acceptance. One thing you can be sure of though is that you don't want to see grown ass me or 13 year old me. Bet that shit. Thanks for the review Hatin' Ass Trick Bitch.

Her or It (I'm honestly not sure): May 22Aaawww look who's butt hurt. Why you mad? LOL! I forgot all about this shit, don't be mad look the other 4 people who read actually liked it so. . .you have four whole dedicated readers!

Me: May 22Bitch shut your wack as up. You hoes always wanna try and act like you hurt somebody's feeling when I've already told you and the rest of those pathetic bitches you don't have that power. People get tired of yall and have to put you hoes in your place, simple as that. And if you over it so fucking much why the fuck are you responding to it two months later? Sad bitch. And 4 reviews don't affect me any, especially not on a piece that wasn't even written to draw reviews, dumb bitch. Learn genre and expectations, context and all that shit before you try to comment on something because that's one thing yall are good for is removing context from everything just to make a point based in an alternate reality. One thing for sure though my views stay up, even in a trashy ass fandom that you and your your stupid ass friends have polluted and diluted of people who actually are positive and have lives. There are a whole bunch of people that like the show and want to but have't joined the fandom because they don't want to be associated with people of your kind. Hell I joined it by mistake, I didn't know you trashy bitches were in here living and thriving until I was already in. So what does that say about you that people avoid something because of you. That means that you hold a trait that they consider repulsive, they don't value the shit that you are offering because it is of no value. It takes away from the shit they already have going on, and adds nothing of value to them. You hoes are worthless, literally people associate you with worthlessness. Probably less than that as you take away value from things. You are beyond worthless. And honestly, most of the views is probably from you bitches. Yall probably know what every Olake story on this site is about, meanwhile I couldn't even tell you about one of your stories, you know why bitch, cause I don't live a sad, pathetic, miserable and empty life, which means I don't have the time to go out scouting shit that I dislike just to spew negativity at other people. You bitches really need to get your lives together, just a sad, sorry sack of hoes.

It: May 29Bitch if I didn't hurt your wack ass feeling you wouldn't be writing paragraphs that I'm not reading b/c its just as stupid as your wack ass fan-fiction.

Me: May 29Okay clearly you are one of those sad as self important dumbasses. I'm glad that you think highly enough of yourself to think that you could possibly hurt my feelings. I'm not weak like your dumbass. Keep on thinking you hurt my feelings, but while you're at it try to get some people in your life that care enough about you or your opinion for you to actually hurt their feelings. You bore me hoe, stay the fuck up out of my inbox laughable ass useless bitch.

It: 3h agoObviously I hurt your feelings you bum bitch still writing paragraphs that are not being read. Your a bum bitch who can't take an ounce of criticism. Which is why you will never be good at this. The only sentence I said in your review was "Who wrote this a 13 yr old" and from that your oversensitive ass exploded. Just a like a child. Bye bum bitch!

(blank stare)...why is she here? Can somebody please come get her, its like, what am I supposed to do with this. I should just stop responding but I'm not going to lie, I was a psych minor and this shit is thought provoking, sad...but still. I swear I feel like we are separated into different dimensions sometimes and are interacting with each other without even knowing it. Like maybe in her dimension the sky is green and grass is blue and has clouds and that's what I call sprinklers in my dimension, and she's someone whose opinion I should care about... I don't get it