I borrowed the wording for the will below. Thanks for the reviews.
August 25, 2013 – 11pm – Hotel
Olivia POV
Our son was finally asleep, it had been one of the greatest days of my life. Fitz Jr had asked his dad all sorts of questions, where did he work? Where did he live? What did he like to eat? So many questions. They both liked meatball subs, fishing, only mustard and ketchup on our hot dogs and more.
I had been emotional through the whole day. I kept reaching over to touch Fitz and our son as if to reassure myself that we were really here together for the first time.
We had spent the afternoon and evening in the hotel, hanging out, ordering room service, talking and getting to know each other.
Nancy was going to stay in the adjoining room with Fitz Jr. Fitz and I were going to sleep in his room. Nancy nodded to us, she had been out all day, touring around. She understood that we needed this time to bond together as a family.
It had been a long day, Fitz walked over to me, his nose buried in my hair, his hands branding my hips, his erection poking me in the back.
I turned, pulled the ties of my robe open and dropped it to the floor, standing there naked. I reached down, cupping his bulging erection. Even through the thick material of his jeans, I could feel the heat of him and I was lost.
I felt the muscles in his body against me tighten more and knew that he was ready. I felt for the tab of his zipper, making him groan in the process. A large, rough hand closed over my wrist, helping me pull the zipper down. I looked up into his eyes, flashfire. A cerulean blaze of passion waiting to explode.
I shifted my head, my nose brushed against the skin of his throat, I inhaled deeply. I flicked out my tongue, touching the hollow of his throat and tasted salt. Something inside me eased, even as arousal uncurled its heated claws in the lower core of my body.
Above me, he hissed in air between gritted teeth and then he was crushing me in into the bed. One hand plunged into my hair. The other hooked the back of my knee and spread me open wide for him. His mouth ate at mine softly and sumptuously, he pressed the hard length of his cock against my hot pussy.
It was my turn to exhale sharply as he circled his hips against mine. Small controlled movements, never breaking contact, making me shiver uncontrollably in response.
The need to touch him, to relive the feel of his bare skin against mine was a physical ache that my entire body vibrated with. I wanted desperately to explore him and I struggled to free my hands which were trapped between our bodies.
He pulled back and muttered something unintelligible. I slid my freed hands into his hair and pulled his head back down, crushing his lips to mine. Slanting my head, I parted my lips and traced the seam of his mouth with my tongue. His tongue plunged in my mouth, returning my kiss with enough force to push my head back into the pillow.
My fingers raked across his shoulders and down his back, wrapping my legs around his hips to pull him closer. The heavy material of his jeans was rough on the inside of my thighs, but it only added to the stimulation bombarding my senses.
I arched my hips up to meet the downward thrust of his, moaning darkly into his mouth when the center seam of his jeans rubbed and pushed at the ache between my thighs.
I went wild, tearing at his T-shirt until he broke off the wet kiss and pushed himself up and back onto his knees. He peeled off the T-shirt, tossed it aside then reached for the fly of his jeans. He found my hands, trembling with desire and anticipation, already there.
I popped the button. He pulled down the zipper and brushed my hands aside, shedding the jeans, a lot hastily, a little clumsily, and stared avidly the entire time at my nude, gleaming body laid out before him like an offering. Then he was as naked as me—all lean, corded muscles rippling under golden skin, his shaft long and thick and flushed with blood—and my mouth watered.
A low sound broke from his throat. Before I could grab him and pull him back to me, calloused hands clamped onto my thighs and spread them until my muscles protested. He lowered his head and the first lick of his tongue made me close my eyes.
My fingers tunneled through his hair, the cool, curly locks, a sharp contrast to the heat of his skin, the heat of his mouth.
Planting his forearms alongside my stomach, he moved his open mouth across my hips and up to my belly. He swiped his tongue over a patch of skin and, primitive bastard that he was, sucked it hard enough to mark me.
I gasped, my abdomen tightening. "Fitz," I moaned softly.
Fuck.
Beating back the frustration that sliced through him, he lifted his head and looked up at me. "Sor—"
"No," I said, "don't stop."
As if he needed encouraging, my hands went to his head and urged it back to my belly. Fitz dropped his head back down and picked up where he'd left off. To the accompaniment of low, needy sounds from me, beneath him, he licked and sucked and nipped his way up my body.
Under his mouth, my breasts seemed to swell, filling with blood until my nipples were as red as berries.
He shifted, burying his face in my sweat-dampened neck then drew back his hips. My legs lifted, encircling his hips, my ankles crossing against the small of his back, and I arched my hips as he thrust down, sheathing himself in a single stroke.
His hips lifted, withdrawing his cock until only an inch remained inside me before driving into me again and repeating the cycle. He wasn't gentle. I, could only whimper brokenly and hold onto him as if he was my lifeline, my body straining against his.
He reached between their sweating bodies, found the pulsing nub of my sex and stroked it roughly. I came apart, crying out as my body quivered with an endless orgasm.
The ripples of my inner muscles along the length of his shaft broke what little control he had. With a shout, he ground his hips into me as his body exploded and my mind went gloriously blank.
August 28, 2013 – Hotel Room - 1pm
Olivia POV
The past three days had been amazing, my son had bonded with his dad. We'd kept our rooms at the hotel, since neither of us had a home in Los Angeles. My boys had gone to Disneyland one day, another day they'd gone to the beach. Fitz Jr and his dad bonded during the day, while Fitz and I bonded at night. Nancy had been a good resource to me during the day when the boys had been gone.
I smoothed the crinkles out in my black linen dress as I looked in the mirror. "You're so beautiful," a sexy growl whispered in my ear as rough lips kissed the nape of my neck, traveling down to my shoulder.
His hand teased at my hip, wandering down to the bottom of my dress. The bang of the door against the wall, stopped him.
"What are you guys going to get up to today?" I asked, turning to look at them. The love in my heart, so strong for them, looking at them together. Fitz Jr idolized his dad and was doing his best to look like him, wearing jeans and a navy T-shirt.
"We're going to the Santa Monica Pier, then hitting up Venice Beach, text me when you're done," Fitz kissed me, lips moving over mine softly. Lost in the feeling, my son had gotten more vocal about our public displays of affection. At first, he'd been silent, watching us, now he jokingly gagged.
I hugged our son, waving at them both, I watched them leave the room. Nancy knocked on the door from the hallway and I opened it. She was coming to the will reading with me.
Lawyer's office – 2 pm
I sat in a chair, it was just myself, Nancy and the lawyer, Barry Feinstein. My hands folded nervously in my lap. I hadn't talked to my father in ten years and now he was dead. A small part of me remembered him when he acted like my dad, before I was twelve. Before he had become a twisted monster.
The lawyer pulled out a sheaf of papers, he placed them on the desk in front of him, smoothing them down. He looked at me through his glasses.
"We are gathered here for the final will and testament of Eli Pope."
Eli Pope
I, Eli Pope, an adult residing at 12 Oak Lane, Los Angeles, California, being of sound mind, declare this to be my Last Will and Testament. I revoke all wills and codicils previously made by me.
ARTICLE I
I appoint Barry Feinstein as my Personal Representative to administer this Will, and ask that he be permitted to serve without Court supervision and without posting bond. If Barry Feinstein is unwilling or unable to serve, then I appoint Charles Reid to serve as my Personal Representative, and ask that he be permitted to serve without Court supervision and without posting bond.
ARTICLE II
I direct my Personal Representative to pay out of my residuary estate all of the expenses of my last illness, administration expenses, all legally enforceable creditor claims, all Federal estate taxes, state inheritance taxes, and all other governmental charges imposed by reason of my death without seeking reimbursement from or charging any person for any part of the taxes and charges paid, and if necessary, reasonable funeral expenses, including the cost of any suitable marker for my grave, without the necessity of an order of court approving said expenses.
ARTICLE III
I devise, bequeath, and give all the rest and remainder of my residuary estate as follows:
100% to Olivia Pope
ARTICLE IV
Should any beneficiary not survive me by 30 days, his or her share shall be distributed to his or her then surviving children in equal shares.
SELF-PROVING AFFIDAVIT
The instrument, consisting of this and two (2) typewritten pages was signed and acknowledged by Testator as his Last Will and Testament in our presence, and we, at his request, and in his presence, and in the presence of each other, have subscribed our names as witnesses.
Under penalties for perjury, we, the undersigned Testator and witnesses declare:
That the Testator executed this instrument as his Will;
That in the presence of witnesses, the Testator signed or acknowledge his signature already made, or directed another to sign for him in his presence;
That the Testator executed the Will as his free and voluntary act for the purposes expressed in it;
That each of the witnesses, in the presence of the Testator and of each other, signed the Will as witness;
That the Testator was of sound mind; and
That, to the best of his knowledge, the Testator was at the time eighteen (18) or more years of age.
All of which is attested to this 25th day of July 2013.
I sat there shocked, he'd left me everything, what about my mother who I hadn't heard from in 10 years as well. "What about my mother, Maya Pope?" I asked the lawyer.
The lawyer shuffled through some paperwork, he pulled out a divorce certificate. My father had divorced my mother over nine years ago. I guess he had been telling the truth about getting a divorce from my mother. I wonder what'd happened to her.
The lawyer handed me a key to a safety deposit box and told me where to go to locate the safety deposit box. He handed me a copy of the will and other effects that my father had left in his possession.
Nancy took the effects from me. I thanked the lawyer and left the office. Nancy trailing behind me.
Nancy led me to her rental car and punched in the address to the bank on the GPS, where the safety deposit box was so that I could go pick up the last remains of whatever was in this box, then I would finally be done with my father.
I sat in the passenger seat of the car, watching the scenery mindlessly go by. My mind going over the possibilities, I wondered if my mom and Fitz's dad ever hooked up.
I pulled out my phone, no texts or missed calls. I texted Fitz to let him know what was going on. He texted me back to say he would be back at the hotel by 5 with Fitz Jr. They were having a blast on the Pier, he sent me a picture of Fitz Jr. on the Ferris Wheel.
? POV
My partner was not happy at all with the contents of the will and with not getting anything. My instructions going forward were to watch Olivia Pope. I popped a piece of gum in my mouth as I drove three car-lengths behind the car that Olivia was in.
Fitz POV
I laughed at my son as I looked down at him, he was eating a hot dog and had smothered it in ketchup and mustard. He was trying not to choke on the huge bite he'd just taken.
"Slow down, we're not in a hurry," I teased him, ruffling his hair.
He smiled at me, his smile full of bun and hot dog. Grabbing his hand, I walked over to a bench and we sat down. My phone rang, I looked down at the number calling me. It was work in New York.
Grimacing, I answered it. "Hello?"
"Fitz, how are you?" it was my boss, Mr. Travers.
"I'm good, how are you?" I looked down at my son, wondering how Olivia and I were going to work things out. We hadn't discussed living logistics or the future yet. We'd been living in a bubble of happiness.
"When are you going to be back in New York? You have a case on the 31st in court," over the phone, I could hear him drumming his fingers on the desk. That meant he was impatient.
"I'm not sure, I'm going through a personal matter and I would like to take some more vacation time. I have 6 weeks owed to me, since I haven't taken a vacation in 2 years," I smiled at my son as he made a face, trying to make me laugh.
"Normally, I would be fine granting you the time, but this is one of the firm's biggest cases and we need you to run point on this," Mr. Travers said impatiently over the phone.
"What about Andrew? He was working on the case with me," I suggested.
"Andrew is suspended due to a claim of sexual harassment filed by his secretary," Mr. Travers exhaled sharply over the phone. I could sense his frustration.
"I don't think I can come back right now," I said slowly over the phone, coming to the conclusion that I would give up my job and follow Liv and my son to the ends of the earth.
"You know that if you don't come back for this case, I'll have to let you go," Mr. Travers said. His tone was tired, thinking of all the man hours wasted on this case by a lawyer that wasn't going to take it to trial.
"I'm sorry Mr. Travers, but I have to do what's right for me," I said.
"Fine, I'll have someone box up your office and send your effects to you along with your final paycheque," the dial tone echoed in my ear when he was done speaking.
Fitz Jr. looked up, "What happened Dad?" he asked, his eyes were wide with curiosity.
"I don't have a job anymore," I ruffled his hair.
"Yay," Fitz Jr screeched aloud. "Now you can come to London and live with me and mom," he grabbed my hand and dragged me down the pier.
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