Chapter Three: Problems and Issues
"So, how'd last night go?" Abby sipped on her iced tea, before taking a bite of her salad. She had promised herself she was going to eat lighter, leading up to the wedding. She wasn't on a full diet, but just enough to not gain too much weight between now and her wedding day.
It was the day after her wedding rehearsal, and she and the ladies; Olivia, Quinn, Erika, were having lunch at this bistro Quinn recommended.
"Yeah, did you finally bag that man of yours?" Quinn added to Abby's earlier question.
"Oh she bagged him alright. I saw him walking out her door early this morning." Erika chimed in.
"Were you spying on me Erika?" Olivia asked shocked. She hadn't noticed anyone in the street this morning. She specifically chose to kick Blair out early this morning, because she had nosey neighbors and didn't want to give them something else to gossip about.
"Of course not. I saw him on my morning run."
"So now that we know you've done the do, how was it?" Abby leaned into her chair, waiting to hear all the glory details.
"Abby why are you always asking me about my sex life? Have I just now noticed, or have you always been this horny?" The ladies laughed at Abby's miserable expense.
"Yes I'm horny! Stephen and I haven't had sex in like three weeks! He wants to wait until our honeymoon like we were virgins when we met."
"Aww I think that's sweet." Erika said, the only one at the table with a smile on her face.
"You would think that, because you haven't enjoyed the pleasures of sex that much to miss it." Abby patronizingly rubbed Erika's shoulder. "Besides, I wouldn't have that big a problem with it if our wedding was this weekend. But our wedding is in eight weeks! How does he expect me to last that long?"
"Well Abs, looks like you're going to have to."
"No." Abby shook her head. "No, I will just seduce him and he will give in to me. Now, we're not here to talk about my sexless love life. We're talking about Liv's sex filled one."
"Well it's not really sex filled, more like occasional sex."
"Yeah yeah yeah, back on subject. Blair."
"I don't really know how to rate last night. I mean it was fine, but it wasn't what I wanted or even what I like. I guess it was okay, but it was just… slow and uninspired. The same old boring missionary position type of sex. That's the way Erika would have sex. No offense." Liv quickly added.
"None taken. There's nothing wrong with making love."
"No there isn't. There's nothing wrong with missionary either, but I just don't want it every time. I don't have sex that way. I want passionate, head thrashing, screaming at the top of my lungs sex. With Blair, it's just a few thrust and a few kisses and he rolls over tired like he just put in work." The ladies couldn't hold their laughter. "I'm serious!" Olivia tried, but she was laughing as well. "It was nothing passionate and it wasn't what I want. I want…"
"You want what you had with Fitz." Abby finished for her.
"Is that so wrong? Fitz was the only man who understood me sexually. He knew when to take it slow and when I needed him to break the bed. He was my equal, and I fucking hate him. That bastard ruined me for all other men."
"Or maybe you just miss your husband." Erika suggested hopefully.
"Ex-husband." Olivia corrected. "And no I do not. I miss his penis, that's it."
"So what are you gonna do?" Quinn asked. "About Blair I mean, not the penis."
Olivia shrugged, downing the last of her drink. She should probably pace herself a little bit. "I don't know. I'm not going to break up with a man just because he doesn't fuck me right."
Erika coughs and nearly chokes on her food, while the other ladies all get a great laugh at her expense.
"I had this same problem with a man I dated before Fitz. Although I tried to teach him, he never learned, though he was awfully close."
"You know Olivia, you're like an onion. You have so many layers that I never knew about." Abby joked.
"Well look at this. The sex crazed red head is trying to psycho analyze the psychiatrist.
"I am not, I'm simply making a point. And I'm not sex crazed, I'm just sex deprived. Stevie won't even go down on me-"
"Oh, and that's another thing!" Olivia just remembered this crucial piece of information. "Blair doesn't dine on southern cuisine."
Abby dropped her fork loudly against her plate. "Oh hell no, Liv break up with his ass now." She demanded.
"Well hold on Abby-" Quinn tried to speak, but Abby cut her off.
"No, there is no hold on. Not dining on southern cuisine is a deal breaker, Olivia dump him now."
"Wait I don't get it. Just because he doesn't eat southern food is a deal breaker?" Erika was so innocent and cute.
"Aww." Everyone said simultaneously. Erika's innocence was really refreshing.
"We're not talking about food honey." Olivia gestured downward with her eyes a couple of times, before Erika finally caught on.
"Oh. Oh! Eww. That's gross, but still I don't think that's a deal breaker."
"And to reiterate my earlier statement, that's only because you've never enjoyed the pleasures of sex enough my dear sweet friend." Abby said.
Olivia's phone began to ring, and she answered it, still laughing at her friends at the table. "What?" She answered, not looking at the caller id.
"Um, hello may I speak with Olivia Pope please?"
"This is she."
"Ms. Pope, this is Officer Ballard. I'm here with a young man by the name of Peter Walters, he had your business card in his book bag."
Shit, what's he done now? "Yes, I know Peter, is something wrong?"
"Is he one of your patients' ma'am?"
"Is there a problem?" Olivia asked, instead of answering his question.
"A clerk called 911 half an hour ago, because a man had locked himself in her store bathroom and refuse to come out. She noted he was talking to himself and later noticed a small amount of blood by the bathroom door. Now we can break the door down ourselves, but we thought it best if you could come down as well. We don't know his exact mental state, and thought you could calm him. We'd just like to get this resolved as peacefully as possible." Officer Ballard told Olivia the store name and location.
"Yes yes, I'll be right there." Olivia hung up the phone, and got her things together. "Guys, I have to cut this a lunch short."
"Something wrong?" Quinn asked.
"Yeah, I think one of my patients has gone off his medication again and has locked himself in a store bathroom. So I have to go talk him down, before the cops break the door down and make things worse."
X
"Did you get a hold of her yet?" One of the officers asked Jake. They were standing outside the convenient store, waiting on Olivia to show up.
"Yeah I did, she's on her way."
"Why don't we just break the door down and tackle this idiot?"
"Because we don't know how mental unstable this guy is. I don't want to bust in there, not knowing what to expect. And just think about the headlines tomorrow morning if we end up shooting and possibly killing a mentally unstable man. We don't need that kind of media attention right now."
"Well where the hell is she? I'm telling you, if she's not here in the next five minutes, I'm giving the guys the OK to knock the door down." Just as the officer finished his sentence, an all-white Jaguar convertible F-type pulled into the parking lot in front of them. They watched amazed, as the door opened and a pale pink, two strap high heel shoe touched the pavement. The men followed with their eyes, as the woman stepped out the car, her all white dress blowing freely in the wind. Jake had to pull himself together, before Olivia walked up to the two of them with their mouth hanging open.
"Hi, are either one of you Officer Ballard?" Olivia pulled her Ray-Bans from her face and put them in her pale pink Fendi bag, matching her shoes. "Hello?"
"Yeah, yes. Me, I'm Officer Ballard. You must be Ms. Pope." Jake held his hand out, and Olivia shook it, before walking past him to the store. Leaving Jake and the other Officer to scramble behind her.
"Has anyone tried to talk to him yet?" Olivia asked, bypassing the officers at the door.
"Uh yes, several times, but he hasn't responded." Jake answered, trying to get in front of Olivia so he could lead her and not the other way around.
As Olivia walked to the back of the store, towards the restrooms, she noticed a trail of small blood spots. "I thought you said it was just a small pool at the door. How bad is he hurt? Is this even his blood?"
"Um we're not quite sure at this time, but we believe it to be his. The owner let us take a look at the security cams, and it shows Mr. Walters walking into the store by himself. No one was following him, and no one came in with him."
Olivia walked over to the door, and knocked once. She could hear Peter mumbling to himself and pacing the small bathroom. Olivia knocked again, and got no response. "Hold this. Do not drop it." Olivia put her bag in Jake's hands without asking. "Peter? Peter can you hear me, it's Olivia." Olivia still got no response. "Peter can you answer me please? I just want to make sure you're okay."
"They want to kill me Olivia. They've been tracking me, they sent their spies to kill me."
Olivia sighed, she knew then for sure, that he had stopped taking his pills. "Peter why did you stop taking your pills?" Olivia spoke with him through the door.
"I have to keep my mind clear! I have to stay alert, because they're tracking me and watching me. No one is safe!"
"What the hell is this guy talking about?"
"Shh!" Olivia harshly shushed one of the officers, standing by Jake.
"I have to find it. I have to find it." Peter kept on rambling.
"What do you have to find Peter?"
"The chip, the chip. They stuck a chip in me and I have to find it. I have to find it."
Olivia saw her chance to get Peter to open the door. "If you open the door Peter, I can help you look."
"No no I can't do that. Can't do that."
"Please Peter, you can trust me. I'm one of the good guys, we're friends remember."
"They're not gonna kill me?"
"No Peter I won't let them get to you. Okay I promise. Can you open the door for me?" Olivia heard him shuffling around, and told the officers to step back so they would spook him. Peter opened the door, just enough for his eyes to be seen. He looked around for a moment, before he felt comfortable enough to open it fully.
"I wanna go home now. I wanna go home now."
"It's okay. I'm gonna take you home." Olivia gently grabbed his hand, but several officers rushed the door when Peter opened and she was pushed out of the way. They were yelling for him to get on the ground and to stop resisting.
"Stop! Don't hurt him, he can't help it!" Olivia was just about to grab one of the officers by the arm, when Officer Ballard pulled her away and out of the store.
X
"Nurse Tanner here is going to give you some medicine, and make you feel a lot better alright." Fitz ruffled the toddler's hair, making him laugh.
"Thank you so much Dr. Grant. I know it wasn't big but I didn't want to risk anything." The mother kissed her son's head, thankful that he was going to be okay.
"It's good that you did. Sometimes it's the smallest things that cause the most problems. Nurse Tanner when you get done here, find me and give me the discharge papers." Fitz pulled the curtain back from the room and walked over to the nurse's station. He was filling out some paper work, when he heard someone yelling. He looked, and saw a man being wheeled in on a gurney by the ambulance.
The man was yelling and kicking as hard as he could, being strapped to the gurney. The nurses and doctor was trying to get him to calm down, so they could get an IV in him. They needed to sedate him, so they could stitch his cut up, because it was clear he wasn't going to calm down enough. After they had wheeled the bed into a room, Fitz turned back to his paper work. That wasn't his patient, and they looked like they had it under control.
"Peter please calm down." Olivia tried to speak calmly to him, hoping to bring him back to reality. But Peter was too far gone. She knew that the doctors weren't hurting him, and were I fact trying to help him. But she didn't like seeing him struggle with the restraints and fight with the nurses trying to get an IV in him. "Peter please, they're not going to hurt you."
Somehow Peter had broken free from one of his restraints. He had ripped out the IV they had managed to get in his other arm, and was swinging the needle around. "Get back!"
"Peter calm down!" Olivia stepped forward towards the bed, which was a bad idea because she hadn't expected Peter to swing his arm back at full force. When he did so, he accidentally knocked Olivia back against a piece of equipment before hitting the ground.
As soon as she fell, she felt a pair of arms circling around her, and helping her back to her feet. "Fitz?" She hadn't even seen his face yet, but she knew that cologne smell anywhere.
"Livvie are you okay?" Fitz had turned his attention back to his paperwork, but the minute he heard a female voice in the room, he knew that was Olivia. He had gotten to the room just in time to see Olivia falling to the ground.
"Yeah, I'm good." Liv reached behind her, and felt a small cut on her shoulder. "He needs to be admitted for an emergency psych hold. He's a schizophrenic with an acute personality disorder, and I suspect he's been off his meds for at least a few months now." The doctor nodded their understanding, and began to wheel Peter down the hall and to the elevators.
"Olivia you okay?" Fitz made sure to change the name he called her from before. He wasn't sure if she had caught that he called her Livvie earlier. He hadn't called her that in years.
"I'm fine. He didn't meant to." Olivia bent down and got her purse she dropped, while Fitz picked up the things that fell. "Is there anything on my dress? Please don't say there's blood on my dress, I'll probably cry."
Fitz rolled his eyes. He knew how much Olivia loved to shop and how much she loved her clothes. Her shoes were like her babies, taking up over half the space in their closet. Olivia was fancy and didn't care to hide it. "No your majesty, your dress is not ruined. But you do have a little cut on your shoulder."
"Do I need stitches?"
"Well it's a barely there cut so no. I can just glue it-"
"You're gonna put glue on my arm?!"
"It's a medical adhesive relax, it's not like it's crazy glue Olivia."
"Well how about you just say that next time."
"And how about you just don't overreact about everything, like you always do."
"Why are you trying to pick a fight with me right now?"
Fitz ran a frustrated hand through his hair. "I am not fighting with you Olivia. I'm just saying-"
"What are you saying Fitz?"
"Jesus fuck Olivia! Why do you always have to have to last words? Why does everything that comes out of your mouth have to be some snide and snarky comment?"
"Dr. Grant?" Neither of them saw Amanda pull back the curtain to the room. Amanda was shocked to see Olivia standing there, she was for sure they had divorced. "Mrs. Grant."
"Ms. Pope." Olivia corrected. She had never cared for Amanda, even before she married Fitz. Because it was obviously clear to her, and everyone else, that Amanda was smitten with Fitz and had more than an innocent crush on him. Olivia saw the way Amanda looked at her husband, or how Amanda tried to assert herself in any case Fitz was handling just to have an excuse to be near him. Olivia saw right through the fake smiles and the seemingly friendly hellos and goodbyes.
"Amanda could you find someone who can patch up Olivia's-"
Olivia scoffed at the thought of Amanda doing anything for her. "I'm fine. Thanks." Olivia walked out the room, bumping shoulders with Amanda as she walked out.
"I didn't mean to offend her." Amanda said innocently.
"It's fine, just get back to work."
X
Olivia knocked on his door with three loud bangs. She had driven straight here from the hospital. Olivia knew for sure she was going to regret this later on, but for the moment she was gonna enjoy what she was about to do.
The door suddenly swung open, "Olivia?" Blair held the door open, not expecting to see Olivia. He had just left her house that morning, he wasn't expecting to see her so soon. Not that he was complaining. "What are-"
Blair didn't get to finish his sentence, when Olivia grabbed the back of his head and brought his lips down to hers. It didn't take Blair long, to respond and pull her body against his. Liv closed the door with her foot, and blindly led them to the living room. She was taking charge, and didn't have a problem with it. When she felt the back of her legs hit the couch, she spun the around and forcibly pushed Blair down on the couch.
"Liv, what's going on?"
"Shh." Liv shushed him, and straddle his lap. "I don't want to talk." She sucked his ear lobe into her mouth, pulling at the buttons on his shirt, before ripping it free.
"Woah, Liv baby slow down." Blair jumped when Liv's hands unbuckled his belt and found their way into his pants.
"I don't want to." Olivia continued to stroke him in his jeans, while trailing kisses down his neck.
"Olivia wait."
"What are you busy or something? It's Sunday, you don't have class."
"No, but I have a ton of reports to grade."
Olivia looked up at him. She had this Are you serious look on her face. Olivia got off his lap, and stood in front of him with her arms folded across her chest. "Are you seriously passing up sex, to grade some papers?" She reached behind her, and pulled the zipper to her dress down. She let it fall into a pool on the floor, revealing her white all lace see through bra and matching panties. "You sure about that?"
Blair took one long look at her and quickly replied, "No." He damned himself for almost passing up sex with the beautiful half naked woman standing in front of him.
"Good." Olivia pushed him back against the chair, and straddled his lap again, connecting their mouths before he could say anything else.
Olivia knew what she was doing, she was using him. And although she felt bad for doing it, she didn't feel bad enough to stop. Olivia used sex as a weapon. And what a powerful weapon it was. She had done this plenty of times before, when she was still married to Fitz. Whenever they would argue, or he would just frustrate her, she'd jump him right there on the spot. Sometimes it was because she wanted to shut him up or end the conversation, and other times, she was just turned on. She didn't know why, but to her, an angry Fitz was the sexiest Fitz. Was it a healthy obsession, absolutely not, but she couldn't help the way she felt. And now, since she couldn't jump on Fitz at the hospital, Blair was her only choice for her to take out her frustration on.
Blair on the other hand had no idea what was going on, but he was beginning enjoy it. This was a change from last time, where he had been in charge and took things slowly. Now Olivia was the obvious one in charge, and she wasn't taking anything slowly. This wasn't the way Blair would normally have sex nor was he use to giving up control to his partner, but Olivia wasn't letting up.
Blair hissed, as he felt the sting of Olivia's nails dragging down his chest. He wasn't normally one for rough sex, but he was learning to like the feeling of Olivia's teeth sinking into the side of his neck. "Liv."
"Shh." Olivia shushed him again, and unclasped the front hook on her bra. She moaned, when Blair immediately started kissing her chest, working his way down to her breast. "Take off your pants. Now." Olivia commanded. She lifted up, holding onto the back of the couch, so he could push his pants down to his knees. She put the condom on him that she got out her purse. Without warning, she sank down on his erection, taking him all in. He wasn't as blessed as Fitz, but she sis have to adjust to his size once again.
"Shit Olivia." Blair groaned, gripping her hips, to try and set the pace but Olivia moved his hands. She knew she was going too fast for him, but right then she didn't care. This was for her not him. She rode him hard and fast, before finding release and doing it all over again.
X
One Week Later…
"Auntie Liv!" Isabella ran over to her favorite aunt and godmother with full speed. Her princess dress blowing in the wind as she ran over. Bella loved her aunt Olivia just as much as she loved her parents, if not a little bit more, and Olivia felt the same. Bella was like the daughter Olivia never had, and might not get the chance to have. She had doted on the little girl ever since she was born. It was actually Olivia who had driven Quinn to the hospital the night she went into labor with Bella. Huck was on an undercover assignment with the FBI, and he was out of town when Quinn went into labor. It was Olivia who held Quinn's hand during her forty eight hours of labor, screaming and yelling in pain. It was Olivia who coached her through her breathing techniques during her contractions. And it was Olivia who cut the cord, when Isabella Amelia Munoz finally came into this world.
Today was her fifth birthday, and she was having a princess dress-up party at her parent's home. Complete with two princess bouncy castles and pony rides. It was safe to say that Miss Isabella was spoiled rotten, most of it being Olivia's fault. Olivia was always taking Bella on shopping trips, getting her the cutest and latest fashion for girls. She would take her to the park, the movies, skating and really anywhere else Bella thought was fun. But Bella's favorite thing to do with her auntie was to have a sleepover. She and Olivia would play dress up eat popcorn and junk food, and Olivia would let her help make dinner, which most of the time was pizza. They would do each other's nails, and watch movies all night, until they passed out from exhaustion. Yes, Bella loved all her aunts and uncles. But it was clear to everyone who her favorite was.
"There she is! Hey Isaboo." Olivia held out he arms, and swung Bella up in her arms when she was finally in reach. Bella laughed and squealed as Olivia twirled her around. Her laughter was infectious and just adorable. Just as Bella in all. Anyone who met Bella was immediately entranced by her big hazel eyes, her wide and bright smile and her thick jet black hair. "You look so pretty princess."
"Thank you! Mommy did my hair!" Bella had her hair curled, and pinned in a bun on her head, finished off with a sparkling tiara. "Hi Auntie Erika." Bella waved, and gave her a hug around her neck, while still in Olivia's arms. Erika didn't get the same enthusiastic greeting Olivia had just gotten. But they all had learned they were always gonna be second fiddle to Auntie Liv. "Mommy look its auntie Liv!"
"Thank God you're here." Quinn walked, or more like waddled over, to where Olivia and Bella were.
"What? I'm only like ten minutes late."
"Yes, but to a hyperactive five year old on a sugar rush, that's like an hour."
"Yeah, well I'm here now. So the party can begin."
X
Fitz was in the backyard drinking soda with other men, all of them wishing they had something a little stronger than punch and soda. Especially with all the five and six year old girls and boys running around and screaming their heads off. Maybe two cakes, plus cupcakes and candy wasn't a good idea after all. Especially since they were also giving out party bags when they left. And they were guaranteed to get more candy and another sugar rush.
Fitz had to force himself to get out of bed and get dressed for the party. It wasn't that he didn't love his goddaughter, he did, and she was really the only reason he came. As it should be. Olivia was the real reason he didn't want to come. It was petty and childish yes, but he really didn't want to see his ex-wife. Especially since he hadn't been able to stop thinking about her, no matter how much she angered him. And that alone frustrated him. The fact that Olivia could get under his skin in the special way she does, and have him still panting after her. It didn't help that she was physically incapable of having a bad day, of not looking put together. She had come to the party dressed in a pair of dark, navy blue, lace shorts and a white thin strap loose blouse. And a pair of grey Louboutin flats. Fitz was sure she had a matching grey purse somewhere. She hadn't even put in that much effort, and to him she was breathtakingly beautiful.
He had taken it upon himself, to stay away from Olivia. The last time they had seen each other didn't go over so well. And he didn't want their next argument to be at their goddaughter's birthday party. But just because he was making himself stay away from her, didn't mean he wouldn't allow himself to look. And that's what he did, for half the party, just looking at Olivia. Right now, she was standing on the other side of the yard with a few other ladies, watching Bella and her friends ride the two ponies. Fitz felt a twitch in his pants, watching Olivia suck her blow pop sucker. Oh he had it bad.
"Fitz? Man why the hell do you keep spacing out?"
Fitz tore his eyes away from Olivia, and back over to the group of men he was talking to. "Sorry. I just got a lot on my mind."
"Yeah I bet. I wouldn't have anything to do with Olivia and those little lace shorts she's got on does it." Stephen teased. He knew very well what Fitz's ailment was.
"And what's so wrong with that? She looks good, I can't look?"
"Man hell no. You divorced her, you're supposed to be looking at other women." One of the dads', Todd, said. "I mean, you were and idiot to ever let that go though. I just might have to see if she's dating yet." Fitz never did like Todd, but Todd's daughter and Bella were good friends.
"How about you just shut the fuck up okay?"
"What? She's not your wife anymore. She's a single woman now fair game." Todd chuckled, with this slimy smirk on his face.
"You must really want me to hit." Fitz took a half step towards the man, before Huck put his arm out to stop him.
"Gentlemen, let's not start a fight at my daughter's birthday party please."
"Uncle Fitz!" Everyone turned their attention to Bella, who was walking over to them, pulling Olivia behind her.
Fitz quickly sobered, and put a smile on his face in front of Bella. "Hey Kiddo."
"Uncle Fitz will you take a picture with me and Auntie Liv?" Fitz shot a look to Olivia. She held his gaze for only a few seconds, before looking down at the ground. "Please unckey please?" She use to call him that when she was a toddler. She now knew whenever she called him that, that he was just putty in her hands.
"Sure kiddo."
"Yes!" Bella pumped her little fist in the air. "But first I have to go potty." Bella scurried off the house.
"Hello Olivia." Todd waved, and gave Olivia his best bedroom eyes.
Olivia scoffed. "Todd." She never liked that green eyed, slimy SOB. "Fitz, can I talk to you for a sec?"
"Uh, yeah sure."
Olivia motioned for them to walk over to the photo booth, while they waited for Bela to come back. Olivia sighed heavily, before she started talking. "Look Fitz, you know I'm not good at apologies nor do I like to admit when I'm wrong. But… I was wrong the other day, at the hospital. I was just upset with and at my patient about what was going on with him. And I took it out on you, and overreacted on you. And for that I'm…"
"Sorry?" Fitz said with a smile.
"I was getting to that." Olivia said playfully, making Fitz laugh. "I'm sorry okay you big idiot."
"Ouch." Fitz put his hand over his heart. "An apology followed by an insult. This is the best apology ever."
"Shut up." Oliva playfully shoved his in the side. "Are you gonna accept my apology or not."
"Of course. As long as you accept mine for yelling at you."
Olivia nodded, "Accepted."
"Okay! No more pee!" Fitz and Olivia laughed at Bella, skipping their way. "Let's go." She grabbed both of them by their hands, and led them over to the photo booth. Fitz stepped in first, then Bella and lastly Olivia. The fit in the booth was so tight and small, that Bella and Liv ended up sitting on Fitz's lap. Both of them on a leg each.
They posed for one set of pictures. When they were finished, Olivia reached out the curtain and grabbed the pictures. "Fitz what is that face?" She showed him the pictures. In all of them, he was just sitting there awkwardly. "You have to smile."
"Yeah, you have to smile." Bella seconded, and pushed the button to take some more pictures. "Smile this time Uncle Fitz."
This time around, Fitz smiled, and made goofy faces along with Liv and Bella. He sat there listening to their giggles, thinking this could be his family. Wishing that could've been his family.
X
"Okay babe, this one is from Auntie Liv. And you've got one more from Aunt Liv." Quinn said, but Huck had to give Bella the box, because she couldn't lift it.
"Geez Liv, what'd you put in that box?" Abby asked. She was standing next to Liv, watching Bella open all her presents. The party had been going on for a while now, and was starting to wind down a little so Quinn opted eat cake and open presents.
"Ooh it's so pretty!" Bella pulled out a gold dress with a glittered tutu skirt. It was everything Bella liked all in one. Tutu's, shiny, glittered and bedazzled. Bella was the only five year old her parents knew, that got more excited about clothes than toys for a present. "Look mommy! It's a purse like Auntie Liv's!" It was a small over the shoulder designer silver bag, with a rhinestone button. "Thank you!"
"Really Liv?" It was Fitz turn to ask.
"What? She saw it in the store a week ago, and begged me for it. I knew I had to get it for her birthday. Besides look at that face, she's so happy." Olivia said, pointing to Bella putting on her new purse with the biggest smile on her face. Bella opened the rest of her gifts from Olivia, which was a new Barbie house and car complete with the Barbie's.
"What's next?!" Bella shouted excitedly, making everyone else laugh. Quinn handed her the next box from Fitz, which was only a little smaller than the two Olivia gave her. Bella opened it, and squealed at the new dress up clothes and baby doll. He remembered dress up was her favorite thing to do with Olivia when she had sleepovers. She would put on some of Olivia's dresses and shoes and would model around the living room, while Olivia filmed it to shoe Huck and Quinn. "Thank you Uncle Fitz."
"You're welcome Kiddo."
Bella opened the rest of her things, getting more clothes from her parents and plenty more toys. And hour and a half later, the party had ended. The only people left behind, were Abby, Stephen, Erika and Liv and Fitz. They were helping Quinn and Huck clean the backyard.
"Ugh! Why didn't you just hire cleaners?!" Abby complained yet again, in the past five minutes. "I feel like we've been at this for hours, and this back yard is still dirty!"
"Abby we've only been cleaning for ten minutes."
"Well it feels like sixty."
"Jesus, I swear she's worse than you." Olivia said to Fitz, who was helping her take the streamers down from the deck roof. He was standing up on a ladder, so he had to look down to see her.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Fitz asked, handing her another wad of streamers.
"Oh come one Fitz, you hate cleaning. I had to twist your arm to get you to clean the house. And even after, all you did was complain and purposely do it wrong, because you knew I couldn't stand it and would end up doing it for you."
"It's not my fault you have to have all the mugs sitting one way. And all the labels on the food and cans have to be showing."
"It's just easier and it's neater."
"Yeah yeah." Fitz said, and tossed another wad of streamers at her, hitting her in the face.
"Hey!" Olivia laughed.
"Oops."
"You're the worst." Olivia laughed, picking the paper off her face and out of her hair.
"Hey Liv, I'm gonna go ahead and go. You have a ride right." Erika asked, getting her things ready to go.
"Yeah I do, thanks again for the ride." Olivia thanked her, and they all said their goodbyes.
"You didn't drive? Something wrong with the Jag?" Fitz asked.
"No, you know that car is my baby. I take better care of it then I do myself sometimes."
"So do you need a ride or…"
"No no, I have someone coming to get me."
"Oh? Who?"
"Um… Uh-" Before Olivia could answer him, a white Camry pulled up in front of the house, and Blair got out.
"Liv." Blair called out to her, as he walked up the driveway. He hadn't planned on getting out, until he pulled up to the house and saw Olivia talking to another man. "Hi sweetheart." Blair went in to kiss Olivia, but she dodged him and he got her cheek instead.
"Hi, you're a little earlier than I expected."
"Yeah, I know. I finished with my papers a lot quicker than I thought."
"Oh I'm sorry. Blair this is Fitz, Fitz this is my friend Blair." The two men shook hands, both wondering who the other was, beyond their name. "Okay well, I just need to grab my purse and say my goodbyes."
"Take your time." As soon as Olivia left them alone, the two men began sizing the other up. Trying to find out as much about them as they could, without a Q&A. Blair was the first one to break the silence. "I'm not just her friend by the way. We've been dating for a while now, I'm basically her boyfriend. In case you were wondering."
"I wasn't." Fitz replied.
"Huh. And you, are you and Olivia old friends?"
"Her ex-husband."
"She- She was married before?"
"That's what husband means doesn't it."
Before Blair could say anything else, Olivia came out of the house. "Okay, took longer than I thought. Bella didn't want me to leave. I had to promise her a sleepover next week to get her to let go of my leg." Olivia rambled on, not noticing the tension between Fitz and Blair. "So I'll see you later Fitz."
"Yeah, later." Fitz agreed. He was a little shocked when Olivia wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him. It only took a second for the initial shock to wear off, before he wrapped his arms around her waist and hugged her back. It was amazing, that after all these years, she still felt the same. Still smelt the same, expensive and peachy, but not overbearing. Her scent was permanently programmed in his memory. The two hadn't noticed, they'd been hugging so long until they pulled apart.
"Bye Fitz." Olivia smiled, and walked away with Blair to his car. She grabbed the strap on her purse, to avoid Blair holding her hand. She didn't know why she was avoiding his touch, like she was doing something wrong. She and Fitz were divorced, she could get a kiss from another man and hold another man's hand. So why was she feeling so guilty?
Fitz watched them drive off, enraged that another man was driving off with his wife. Ex-wife. Even after all these years, he was still the same jealous man he always was. When it came to Olivia, Fitz would always be jealous of other men. Whether they were married or not.
When their car was no longer in view, Fitz walked back in the house in search of his sister. She hadn't left yet, because her car was still parked at the curb. She must've lost her purse, like she always does. Fitz walked around, until he found her on her hands and knees looking under the couch.
"Have you seen my purse? I can't believe I lost that thing again." Erika spoke without looking up, just crawled to the next couch to look under it. "I swear I put it on that coffee table."
"E I need to talk to you." Fitz said seriously. And Erika must have picked up on it, because she stopped looking for her purse and gave him her attention.
"You okay? You have that look in your eye."
"Who was that dude?"
Erika looked at his confusingly, "What dude?"
"The one that came to get Olivia. The one she left with in that white Camry."
"Oh, that was Blair."
"I know his name, why didn't you tell me about him?"
"It's not my business to tell Fitz. If Olivia wanted you to know, she would've told you."
"Well you knew she wasn't going to, so you should have."
Erika sighed, and got up from the floor. She knew her brother was probably just sadden to see Olivia moving on from him, so she tried to give him the benefit of the doubt. "Fitz it wasn't my business. I don't have to tell you everything she does-"
"Yes you do, she's my wife-" Fitz spoke with an edge in his voice. The vein in his neck was beginning to bulge, and anyone who knew Fitz, knew that meant he was getting angry. He wasn't necessarily getting angry at Erika, but more so thinking about what Olivia was doing with Blair right now.
"She's your ex-wife Fitz. And you're just upset and jealous to see her with another man. But you don't have the right to be upset. You divorced her remember."
"Yes I remember." Fitz said sarcastically, "I had my reasons for-"
"Oh we all know your reasons, no need to repeat." Erika said, feeling her emotions rise herself. "You know I always wanted to ask you how you could do that. How you could leave your wife because she couldn't give you kids. Because you didn't want an adopted kid, when you have an adopted sister."
"Erika-"
"Do you not love me Fitz?"
"Of course I love you Erika. Why would you even ask me that?"
"Then how come you couldn't love an adopted child with Liv?"
"It's not the same thing E."
"It is. Mom and dad love me just as much as they do you, despite me not being their biological daughter. And you love me, despite me not being your blood sister. So why is it so hard for you to love a non-biological kid?"
Fitz let out a frustrated sigh, thinking about what Erika just said. Yes she was right to a degree, but it still wasn't the same as him loving her and then an adopted child. His only reasoning was that he wanted a child with Olivia. Was that so wrong to want the perfect kid with his wife? Maybe he went about ending his marriage the wrong way, but he thought it was for the best. If he had stayed and adopted a child with Olivia, he couldn't guarantee that he would've loved that child. And that would've been unfair to not only Olivia, but to the child, who deserved to grow up in a home with two loving and dedicated parents.
"You're quiet, so I guess that means you have nothing to say." Fitz stayed quiet, not acknowledging she said something. "Alright well if you're gonna play the quiet game, I'm gonna go ahead and go." Erika remembered she put her purse on the foyer table, so she grabbed her bag and walked out the door, not saying bye to Fitz.
"Shit." Fitz whispered to himself. He had no idea Erika felt this passionately about his situations with Olivia. He knew they were close, close like sisters even, but she'd never expressed her feelings about him divorcing Olivia until now. He certainly didn't know she was doubting his love for her. How could she not know he loved her, she was his baby sister. Of course he loved and cared for her. What happened between he and Olivia had nothing to do with his sister, nor did it change his love for his little sister. He'd go by her house and talk to her tomorrow, and make sure she knew the truth. Because he wouldn't have his baby sister thinking she wasn't loved.
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"Whose house did you say this was again?" Olivia asked, as she checked her make-up in her little compact mirror. She was standing next to Blair, on the front porch of a big white house. He told her they were going to a BBQ at one of his professor friend's house. That's what he told her a week ago.
"I have a little confession to make." Blair said quietly. Olivia looked over at him alarmed by what he was about to say.
"What's wrong?" She asked.
"I sort of told you a little white lie. This isn't a friend's house, it's my parents' house." Blair said with a wide smile on his face, that Olivia quickly wiped off.
"Are you shit'n me?!" Olivia practically yelled at him. She was sure that if that if the music in the backyard wasn't so loud, everyone would've been able to hear her yelling. "That is not a little white lie! Why the hell did you bring me here?!"
"I want you to meet my family Liv." Blair said in a pleading voice.
"What the fuck for? We've only been dating for three weeks!"
"Oh come on Liv, it's more like four. That's relationship status."
"Oh for fucks sake, I barely know you. I don't want to meet your parents." Olivia started to walk away from the door, but Blair stepped out in front of her.
"Please Olivia, I've already told them I was bringing you by. Please don't make me have to go in there and explain what happened. It's not just my parents in there, my entire family is here."
"Your entire family?! What the hell is wrong with you? You do not just spring this on a person!"
"Liv I'm sorry okay. Just please stay. We don't even have to stay long, just let me introduce you and say a few hellos." Blair pushed the doorbell, hoping someone would come soon. "Please Liv, my grandmother's in there. I really want you to meet her, she-"
"Oh don't you even dare think about guilt tripping me with some sick old lady."
"Please baby."
"Don't you fucking baby me." Olivia heard someone getting closer to the door, and rolled her eyes. "Don't touch me." Olivia said, smacking Blair's hand away when he tried to put it around her waist.
"Blair!" A young woman, shorter than Olivia opened the door. She looked just like Blair, just with hazel eyes instead of brown. She had a short curly afro, and a freckled face. She looked like she was around eighteen or nineteen, college girl. She was wearing a loose jean material dress, with the sleeves rolled up to her elbow. A thick brown belt around her waist and some beige flats. "And you must be Olivia."
"Yeah." Olivia said, none of the enthusiasm the girl had. She tried, but she really wasn't felling it. She didn't want to be here, and she wasn't going to pretend she did, that just wasn't one of her talents right now.
"I'm Brandy, Blair's little sister. He's told us so much about you." Olivia only smiled in response, because she felt the next thing that came out her mouth wasn't going to be nice. "Well come on in, Momma's been waiting for you guys. Momma, Blair and Olivia are here!" Brandy yelled out into the house, leaving the door open.
Blair had to give Olivia a little nudge, to get her to walk in the door. There weren't many people I the house, the majority of them were outside in the backyard. But the few people that were in the house, mostly the older people, were making Olivia uncomfortable. She could feel them staring at her, following her with their eyes as she walked past them.
"Momma must be outside." Olivia knew Blair was talking to her, but she wasn't really paying him any attention. "Come on, let's go find her." Once again, Blair had to nudge Liv a little to get her to move towards the back doors. As soon as she crossed the threshold to the backyard, she was immediately bombarded with what felt like fifty people with one hundred questions each. Olivia just smiled tightly, to all the people crowding her. She looked over to Blair for help, but just had this stupid smile on her face that pissed her off even more. She just wanted to slap that grin right off his face.
"Alright guys, come on don't crowd her." Blair chuckled, he really was enjoying this. Everyone was acting like she was the queen or something. Like they'd never seen a woman before. Another five minutes of nameless faces crowding her, and they finally dispersed to whatever they were doing before. "Well now that that's done, come on my mom's in the kitchen." Blair grabbed her hand, but she didn't walk when he tugged.
"No. You did that on purpose didn't you, you knew she was in the kitchen the entire time."
Blair didn't answer. "Liv please, we're already here now. You have to meet my mother."
"No, I'm uncomfortable being here, and I won't pretend to enjoy it just because you decided you wanted to lie to me." Olivia didn't bother lowering her voice for the people around. Lucky for Blair, they were too wrapped up in what they were doing to pay any attention to the two of them now. "I want to go home. Take me home Blair, now."
"Olivia-"
"Blair! There's my baby!" Olivia's attention turned to a woman walking down the hallway. She was wearing a peach colored dress with a white apron wrapped around her waist. She looked to be in her early fifties. She had sort thin black hair, with a little grey around the edges. Olivia had only a second to mentally prepare herself, before the woman wrapped her tight in a hug. If Olivia was uncomfortable when she walked in, it was magnified by ten now.
"Oh my goodness, look at you. Aren't you a pretty little thing." The woman pulled back, so she could get a look at Olivia. "I'm Judith, Blair's momma. But everyone calls me Judy or momma Jud."
"It's nice to meet you Judith." Olivia could tell Judy was a little upset she didn't call her momma Jud. But to be honest, Olivia didn't care. If she had had warning she was meeting Blair's parents, or she would have been properly asked, Olivia would've had a better attitude today. She would have been sweet and hospitable, especially since Blair's family seemed nice enough. They were a little too clingy to strangers for Olivia's liking, but they seemed nice. But since Liv hadn't had warning or properly asked, Blair's family was getting the bare minimum of Olivia's charm. And they were only gonna get it for about ten more minutes, before Olivia decided it was time to leave.
"Are you hungry?" Judith asked.
"Uh no, thank you."
"I'm sorry if we all seem a little over excited right now. You're just the first girl Blair's brought home in three years."
All Olivia heard was three years. "That explains the welcome wagon."
"Yes, and you must be something serous if he brought you home to meet us." His mother gushed. Olivia was about to correct her, but Blair spoke before she could.
"She is something special. I think I'm gonna marry this girl." Blair wrapped his arm around Olivia's waist, while she just looked at him with confusion written all over her face. Marriage? What the hell was he talking about? Olivia hadn't realized that a few of his family members had joined them, and were now standing behind Judy with teary eyes and a few 'awing'. What the hell are they crying about?
"I hope I hear wedding bells soon. Then I want to hear the little pitter patter feet of my grand-babies."
"Well let me get this one down the aisle first before I start knocking this one up."
Olivia looked at Blair like he had three heads. Knocking this one up? This fool is crazy. Before she could even think about it, Olivia turned around and walked straight out the door. She had to get out of there, she felt like the walls were quickly closing in on her. Had she missed something? How could he be already thinking about marriage and babies after only three weeks of dating?
She was already three houses down, by time Blair pulled up beside her in his car. Since it was clear she wasn't going to stop, Blair pulled over and hoped out the car.
"Olivia wait up." Blair jogged over to Liv, but she kept walking. "Baby stop."
"I can't do this." Was all she said.
"Okay, and I get it now. You weren't ready to meet my family, and I shouldn't have ambushed you into meeting them. I know they can be a little overbearing at times but-"
"It wasn't only them Blair. It was you." Olivia stopped walking, so she could look him in the face.
"What'd I do?"
"What the hell was all that marriage talk about? And babies? How do we go from just three weeks of dating to marriage?"
"Liv-"
"Did I miss something? Because obviously I did."
"Olivia I was just being honest. I know we've haven't been together that long-"
"We haven't even known each other that long!"
"I know, but I…I lo-"
"No." Olivia quickly cut him off. "No you do not get to say whatever it is you were about to say, because I have a feeling you're just going to make matters worse."
"Is what I said so bad?"
"Yes it is! You do not talk marriage after three weeks, hypothetical or not, you just don't do it. You're moving too fast for me Blair. And you are freaking me out."
"I just… I have some deep feelings for you, and I thought you felt the same."
"I don't." Olivia was brutally honest, a trait she found helpful about herself sometimes. And other times she just felt cruel, this wasn't one of those times. Blair needed for her to be brutally honest, for him to understand.
"Ouch." Blair humorlessly chuckled.
"I'm not trying to be mean, I'm just an honest person and I say what's on my mind. And Blair I do like you okay, but that's it. I don't have some deep feelings for you, I do not love you. In the future… yeah maybe I will…" I won't. "But for right now, I don't love you."
"No need to repeat it twice." Blair smiled weakly, his pride more hurt than his feelings.
"I'm sorry." Okay, she felt a little bad. "I just need you to slow down okay? I like the pace we're at right now, we don't need to go any faster."
He nodded, "I can do that." He couldn't even look at her.
"Listen, I can call a cab. I don't want things to be weird. You can go back to your family."
"Don't be silly Olivia, I'll take you home." Blair finally looked at her, and smiled again. It was still sad and weak, but better than the first. He held out his hand, and Olivia slowly accepted it, walking back to his car. The ride back to Olivia's house was quiet and awkward. Liv was so glad, when he finally pulled up in her driveway.
"I'll call you later okay." Olivia said.
"Okay."
Olivia reached over, pecking his lips once, before getting out the car. That night she took a nice long shower, just letting the hot water beat down on her back. When she got out, she lotioned her body and put her scarf on her head and slid in between her silk sheets naked. Her favorite way to sleep.
Only one thought went through her head that night. What the hell was she gonna do about Blair. It was obvious he was feeling something for her that she hadn't felt, nor did she think she was gonna feel in the future. It wasn't fair for her to string the guy along, knowing she would never feel the same way about him as he already felt for her. Olivia liked Blair, sure, but she wasn't sure that her like for him would last. Yes he was handsome and smart and polite, he had a good job and was a decent man. But Olivia couldn't honestly see herself with him in the future. She knew what she had to do, but that would mean going back to her sexless life until she found another outlet. And although the sex wasn't that good, she still needed release from something other than her hand or her battery operated friends. It was selfish she knew, and completely cruel. She wanted to be selfish for once in her life, it wasn't as if he wouldn't be getting anything out of it.
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So I know Olivia was kind of a bitch to Blair in this chapter, but that's how i wanted it to be. I know Fitz is the sort of 'villain' of this story, but i wanted to show that Olivia isn't perfect either. No one is. Comment let me know what you think...
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