Chapter 5

Fitz took his eyes off Olivia, reluctantly, and drove straight as she instructed. "Just make a right here, please, I want to run in my house and get something."

As Liv was inside, Fitz sat in the car taking in the surroundings. He could see the headline now "Bad Boy Fitz Looking for Trouble in a New Part of Town." He smirked, adjusted his rearview mirror, and nearly jumped when he saw someone approaching the driver's side.

Turning to his left, he watched as the young woman tapped gently on the window and motioned for him to open. Fitz looked at Liv's house, wanting her to come out at that very moment, but she didn't. He took a small swallow and let the window down.

"Can I help you?" Fitz asked the young woman.

"You waiting for the store to open, Mister? They don't open on Sundays. Mr. Eli is at the shelter," the woman looked at Fitz, nodding to the store. "His daughter is my best friend you know; we are like sisters."

Fitz just nodded. "Ok, thank you for the information." He went to roll the window back up. He would ask Liv about her when she came back, which wasn't soon enough.

"Wait, wait," Valerie, the young woman stopped the window from going up. "That information was helpful right? Don't I get something for being so helpful?"

"Huh?" Fitz asked, his eyebrows crossed in confusion. "What to you mean? Like money?"

"Well, now that you said it, that would be very helpful, thank you. I have seven kids, all under the age of ten, any amount over a hundred would work." Valerie smiled and put her hand out.

"Little Bow, get yourself away from the car." Liv said walking around to Valerie.

"Little Bo? Fitz repeated, "As in Little Bo Peep?" Fitz watched as Liv approached her.

"Ooh, Hi Liv, whatcha got in the bag?" Valerie went to look.

"Nothing of your concern. Are you on your way to work?" Liv asked.

"Well, I was, then I saw this strange car and the man just sitting here watching your house. He was also staring at the store, I thought maybe, you know," Valerie went closer to Liv's ear thinking Fitz couldn't hear even though he was one foot away, "try to rob it."

Liv scratched her neck, clearly uncomfortable, but proceeded. "Little Bo, go on, you're going to be late, this is my ride, he's driving me somewhere."

"Oh, my bad, I didn't know Baxter was gone, you fire his ass. It's about time, man gave nothing in return for my valuable information, this gentleman was about to give me a hundred." She turned to Fitz, "weren't you handsome?"

Fitz looked at Liv like he was in trouble and shook his head back and forth. "uh, no I was telling her I didn't…."

"Little Bow," Liv said sternly.

"Ok, ok, nice seeing you again Liv. I told him all about how we're best friends. Say hi to dad." She winked at Fitz and continued on her way.

Liv got in the car with a tote bag on her shoulder and Fitz just stared at her. "What?" Liv asked shrugging.

"Little Bo? Did she lose her sheep?" Fitz asked.

"Well, she did lose her mind, but she bounced back. She's harmless, but little bow like B-O-W. Growing up, she would always have hairstyles with tiny bows holding her braids, so we called her…"

"Little Bow…" Fitz said understanding. "Of course, you did." He started up the car again, smiling. This was becoming fun, and he got to see Olivia also, so it was a win win. "Does she really have seven kids?"

Liv began laughing. "Oh, now it's seven kids. I have to tell my dad the amount changed. It was five up until two months ago." Liv looked out the window. "She doesn't have any kids."

"Two blocks up they'll be a light, make a left, straight for three blocks, make a right, and we will be at our destination." Liv smiled.

"Or you can just tell me where we are going and I can turn on the GPS," Fitz pointed to monitor.

"What fun is that? Don't you want to hear my voice instead of a robotic one?" Liv side eyed him.

"Can't argue with that. So what is in the bag?" Fitz was curious.

"I figured we could have a light lunch together; I hope you like turkey."

"A sandwich?"

"Yes, I didn't have time to cook the filet minion and the rosemary crusted potatoes so turkey deli meat it is. It is oven roasted though, does that make a difference."

Fitz sighed and shook his head. "Fair enough, yes, I like turkey and I prefer a rib-eye for future reference. Filet minion is way overrated." He turned as she instructed and before them was small grass meadow. It had some flat rocks, then there was a wall. The grass meadow was hidden behind the wall.

Beyond the graffiti covered wall you could see the river a good distance away. Across the river was a scene too familiar to Fitz, the houses on the hills. "What's this place Livvie?"

"I like when you call me that, it's growing on me." Liv smiled. "This is lookout park. Many a night I've sat up against this wall, it's almost like a hideout and stared at the lights from the houses on the hills. It can be very serene, the best thing though, no one following you. Come on." Liv looked at her watch. "We have about two hours before dark, so we get the best of both views. That's if you don't mind staying for two hours."

Fitz let Liv take his hand and guide them to a grassy spot beyond the wall. It was a hidden gem, no one could see them, even if someone was looking for them. As they passed the wall, Fitz looked at it up and down. "I see vandals got to this wall." Fitz was looking at the wall which was covered in graffiti. "Look at all this graffiti."

"I like to call it street art. It tells a story if you look long enough at it." Liv pointed to a spot on the right hand corner. "See here."

Fitz squinted and looked up, "It would help if I knew what I was looking for." He continued to try to see something he couldn't.

"If you look closely, you can see the words OPIE and ABS, which are how my initials are said and what I call my best friend. We came here one day and well, just don't tell anyone, I wouldn't want my good girl status revoked." Liv pointed.

"Oh, yeah, I see it. Cute, there's a little happy face on the O and the A looks like an apple."

"Yep," Liv said, 'hidden messages." She led Fitz to the small grass area and was about to sit.

"Ugh, Livvie, I am not a fan of sitting on the grass." Fitz hesitated. "I know that sounds spoiled, but…"

"Lucky for you, I brought a blanket, because neither am I." Liv handed him the blanket and he graciously opened it wide while Liv took out the lunch.

He watched and he couldn't ever remember eating a simple meal like this outdoors, never mind someone taking the time to make it and bring it for him. Ok this is a picnic, Fitz's thoughts told him, but being honest, his picnics were all high class barbecues with inground pools in the backyards of neighbors and clients.

"I hope you like bottled water; it was all we had at the house. Dad must have taken the iced tea to the shelter with him."

"This is fine, thank you. Everything is fine." He saw her take out a can of barbecues flavored Pringles. She held them up.

"These are theeeee most addicting chips ever. If you see me eating more than ten, take the can and crush it."

They sat next to each other, their backs against the wall, facing the water and the houses across it. Liv took a bite of her sandwich and noticed Fitz hadn't touched his after she was on her third bite.

"I promise I didn't poison it." Liv gave him an elbow.

Fitz had been daydreaming about the houses across the way. He could name everyone that lived in them and here he was on the other side, actually enjoying himself. "Huh, oh, sorry, was just enjoying the view." He opened his sandwich and took a bite. "Best sandwich I've had, and I've had some fancy sandwiches."

Liv held up a chip and put it by his mouth, "here have a taste of the addiction." Fitz leaned forward and took a bite with a crunch and Liv thought that was the cutest thing she had ever seen.

"Holy shit." Fitz said, still chewing and covering his mouth. "They are good."

"Told you, addicting." Liv took a napkin and wiped off some crumbs from Fitz's chin.

He stopped her hand before she pulled back and he just looked in her eyes. "Thank you for this. I mean it, this was very thoughtful."

She poked the corner of his lip and said "You're very welcome, it's a refresher being away from the spotlight right. I hope you didn't have other plans today, I kind of just forced you into this."

Fitz shook his head in agreement. "Yeah, it's a Sunday, I have seven different banquets in five different halls, but who's counting? My cell phone should start ringing soon."

"Oh my God, Fitz, I am so sorry." Liv began to pack up, but his hand stopped hers.

"It's fine, that's why I have people like Justin, the managers, the hosts, they take care of it. It's all good, Livvie." Fitz said, not letting her hand go.

He turned it now and interlocked his fingers with her. "So, tell me about this interview or meeting tomorrow. Is it the book?"

Liv took a deep breath. "It's the book." She looked away at the wall now, not wanting him to see how nervous she was.

"Are you nervous?" he asked as if he read her mind.

"I am so nervous." Her head now tilted onto his shoulder as she looked at the dusking, dark blue sky and Fitz was sitting up listening to her, his hand was resting the top of her hand.

"I don't think you have anything to be nervous about, Emmie thinks it's good, I'm going to believe it's good."

I brought one of my other books with me. Would you like to hear some of it?" Liv pulled the book out of the bag without moving, she liked the feel of her head on her shoulder and his hand on hers.

"I would be honored to." Fitz now interlocked his hand with hers, the one that wasn't holding the book open. He loved the feel of her soft hand, and the jolt it gave his body was simply rejuvenating. "What do you write about?"

Liv cleared her throat. "Well, mostly I write about what I see in the streets, things I see at the shelter, and the needs of the food pantry. This one is my very first book I wrote when I was 11." They were both looking down at the cover.

"Is that you?" Fitz saw a young girl handing out blankets. She didn't realize she was being photographed.

"Yes, my father likes to get me when I least expect it, it makes for better selling, like I'm not doing it for publicity."

"Unlike me who sees a camera and just smashes it up for publicity." He felt her take her head off his shoulder.

Liv faced him, looking into his eyes, directly, and began to speak. "Don't shortchange yourself Fitz. We all have tempers, it happens, and I know something more happened to you. I don't hold anything against you because of what the papers say about you. That's not who you are."

Fitz shrugged, just dancing his eyes with hers. "But what if it is?" He now tilted his head. Could he scare her away, because she wasn't real. Even if she was real, she was way out of his league, she was majors, he was tee ball.

"We'll just have to get to know one another then." She looked away down at his pocket where his phone was chiming.

Fitz took a deep, frustrated breath. He looked at the display and noticed it was a text message. Jeremy's number appeared and it agitated Fitz more. "You can't do anything without negativity, one positive two negatives, is there a formula for that?"

"Yeah, it's called fire your assistant squared." Fitz texted back and opened the attachment.

It was a picture of the headline about the wedding last night. "Great Wedding Interrupted by Mayhem"

"WHAT THE FUCK? Why would you let that go to publication? Nothing happened. You're useless Jeremy, or did Raquel use a cucumber up your ass last night while she wrote this?"

"Love you too man, whatever, it's out there, and your dad wants you to call him after 6 tonight."

Fitz gave him the middle finger emoji, sent the message and shoved the phone back in his pocket.

Liv stopped him from putting the phone away. "Wait." She took it from him. "Let's get a picture together." She just wanted him to calm down. Fitz let her take the phone. "Is it ok, with you?"

Fitz calmed a bit and shook his head. "Yeah, sure, it's fine."

Liv held the phone up, not too much street art in the background. Fitz tilted his head to touch hers, and they smiled for one, Liv stuck her tongue out of the side of her mouth for the other. She looked at the pictures. "Perfect." She handed it back to him, noticing how flustered he still was.

"There wasn't mayhem." Fitz heard Liv's soothing voice, "that whole piece is wrong. They should have just focused on the wedding." She looked at him, his face now very red. Liv wasn't sure if it was anger or frustration.

"So this book." He rubbed the cover. "You began helping at a young age." Fitz thought back to when he was 11. "I was probably suspended from school three times at the age you are in this picture."

Liv opened the book and began reading, maybe that it would calm him down a bit.

"I looked around at all the people standing in line. Some of the kids looked like me, same color, same height, even recognized some from my school. They needed to eat because food was necessity in life, it's just horrible how many people cannot afford it, no matter how hard they work."

'I began handing out boxes that contained a full dinner. I wasn't sure what was in the box, but each head nodded and some even mustered a thank you. I think they were embarrassed, especially the ones who didn't say thank you. It was at that moment I wished I could feed everyone everywhere and I wouldn't make them pay so much for good food."

Liv took a breath and put the book down. "So anyway, it goes on about what I was witnessing at that age on the streets right outside my house. I began food drives in school, blanket and coat drives at churches, anything to help them."

Fitz leaned back again, his back now straight up on the wall and Liv shifted her body. She was now sitting in between his legs, her back up against his chest as the dimming sky began to bring the lights out to all the houses across on the hills.

Inadvertently, Fitz's hands went down and hung over her shoulders. "You know, growing up I remember having staff in my house. My father would have them cook these elegant meals for our guests and my mother would go to the kitchen sometimes, much to the annoyance to my father. I think, now that I'm thinking about it, she made take home boxes for them. My father had cheaper food set aside for them."

"That's usually how it works, doesn't surprise me." Liv said.

"I think when Ramzi wanted food in exchange for money it brought me back to gatherings like that. I never truly needed anything, it was just readily available to me at all times. It does change you, makes you think more of what you have when reality hits you in the face."

"You mean like shopping at a Grand Marshalls?" Liv laughed.

"Yeah, like shopping at a Grand Marshalls. I must have sounded like a whiny ass." Fitz didn't hear her disagree.

"Umm, this is where you come in and say something." Fitz reminded her.

"Oh, I will, when you say something wrong." Liv laughed. "So what's the story with Raquel?"

"My father works for her father. He began the job when I was 12 and Raquel was 11. We've always been around each other; she is just over the top spoiled, she gives privilege its name. Plus, she is a daddy's girl, so everything gets back to her father."

"If you didn't go her way, she went to daddy, daddy went to your father, and you had to oblige." Liv understood.

"Precisely. It was just so unfair at times, so I began to get in trouble because no high class citizen would want his daddy's girl around a troublemaker."

"I remember reading about Raquel Falcon in magazines. Runway model, beautiful face, and spokesperson for makeup companies."

"Yep, all through her daddy's doing. Trust me, she has no talent and never worked a day in her life."

"Is she the one that turned the cameras on to you?"

"In a way, yes. My first brush with the law was at a sweet sixteen for one of her friends. She was already pissed I didn't go with her, and she was dateless. She turned down offers waiting for me to ask. That was on her. Jeremy decided to go with her at the very last minute, and he began saying shit to me."

"Grant Disrupts the Lewis Sweet Sixteen." Liv vividly recalled reading the article about it.

"Yep, that's the one. That's where I first met Jeremy too. It's the reason he's my assistant. In lieu of pressing charges, my father hired him as my assistant, and that was that. I truly can't stand the prick."

"So, when he became your assistant, all the trouble began." Liv said and comforted herself more against his body.

Fitz looked up at the sky. She was moving her body against his and it was doing things to him. He tried very hard not to squirm.

"Yeah, but you know what, my father gave me attention when I got in trouble, so I guess that was the main focus."

"Well, I don't think you're trouble at all. You have anger for a good reason. If your father didn't believe in you he wouldn't have you in charge of all the banquet halls."

"I know. I am in line to get his realtor company when he retires, but I don't know, I'm content with what I have. I also have a new handyman/plumber, so I'm breaking out." He smiled. "I'm offering Ramzi a contract."

Liv's head went up as Fitz looked down. "That's awesome." She swore for a moment, he slowly dipped his head to hers, maybe a kiss on the forehead, and her heart began to pound. He didn't move down any further, and Liv sat up. They were now facing each other, and Fitz reached for the can of chips.

He took one out, and Liv, thinking he would eat it watched as his hand extended to her mouth and she took a bite with a loud crunch. "Addicting." Fitz said looking directly into her eyes.

"We better start to head back. My father must be blowing up my phone." Liv said, breaking the tension and her closeness to a heart attack, she was so drawn to him.

"How come I haven't heard it ringing?" Fitz looked around.

"It's in the bag, turned off. I don't have time for his nonsense. I just hope Abby's ok, with her pregnancy."

"Best friends, huh?"

"Since we were five. She is the apple to my tree." Liv laughed.

"Hence the apple artwork." Fitz pointed up at the wall.

"Yep, in first grade, she came up to me and said "here, this is for you. I looked down and there was an apple tree drawing. One apple was on the ground. I asked if it fell, or someone picked it and dropped it. She said if fell and said would you help me pick it up and put it back on the tree with the other apples, I want to be your friend. I laughed because that was silly and as we grew up, she told me I was the tree and she was the apple."

"Anyway," Fitz looked around and began to clean up. "I'm sure your father wants you home and rested so when he takes you to…."

"He's not taking me, Abby is. My dad is having renovations done on the storefront and the loan officer at the bank has to meet with him. So, Abby it is. The appointment is at 9, but she insists we get there at 8."

"Smart move." Fitz agreed.

Liv looked up at him as she was still sitting. "You think so?"

"Yes, of course. You know how many banquet hall clients get booked because they were earlier for an appointment. Do it, you never know what you'll learn if you're early." Fitz put his two hands out signaling he would help Olivia up.

She reached his hands, and he pulled her up, a bit too strong, and she almost fell into him, but he caught her by wrapping his arms around her waist. "Woah, careful, sorry about that." He looked down at her, saw something different in her eyes.

Before he could react, he felt her hand going through his hair and she pushed his head gently down, meeting her lips with his. They were, by far, the softest things he's ever felt, and he gently kissed her back, as he felt her breathing grow rapidly.

She pulled back and took a deep breath, her hand resting on his chest. "I didn't mean to, I…" Liv was at a loss for words, so Fitz helped her, by taking her lips again and pulling her back to his body.

His hands cupped her face, his thumb gently rubbing her cheek and Liv fell deeper into the kiss, closing her eyes, and just letting it happen. When Fitz stopped, her head fell just beneath his shoulder and she smiled against it.

"That was unexpected." She whispered.

"Sorry if I was…"

"You were fine, it was fine, I enjoyed it."

"Yeah?" Fitz asked.

"Yeah", Liv replied.

They stepped out from beyond the wall and Liv froze for a second. Up against their car stood Eli, arms crossed and foot pressed on the door. He just cold stared at Olivia.

"I've been trying to call for two hours. I just got here, heard your voices and look who comes out from beyond the wall." He looked over at Fitz. "I, uh, read the piece about the wedding at your hall. I see you throw a good party when you're not there."

"DAD!" Liv looked at Fitz, who tried to pull his hand out of Liv's, but she held on. "I was there, what you read was a lie. So you found me, I'm sure because of DC, what's so important?"

"Destiny wants you to bring pictures to the interview tomorrow, you need to pick out the ones you want." His eyes never left Fitz's.

Fitz was growing a little uncomfortable and Liv could feel it. She finally let his hand go but interlocked her arm in his. "Ok, I'll be home soon, Fitz will take me."

"Olivia, get into the car." Eli directed her.

"Fitz will drive me." She looked up at Fitz. "As long as you don't mind."

Fitz cleared his throat, looked at Eli and although he wanted to give in, he didn't, because Liv didn't. "Umm, yeah, sure, no problem. I just have to stop at one of the venues to…"

'No, not again, Olivia get in my car."

Liv, ignoring Eli completely rubbed Fitz's arm. "Oh, which venue?"

"It's an anniversary, a 50th over at the Atrium."

"The Atrium is a half hour away, on the hills." Eli said.

"Fitz has GPS in his car, thanks dad. Could you please take this home with you? I don't want to ruin it in the bag." Liv handed Eli the book.

"Olivia." Eli watched as they walked towards Fitz's car.

"Love you dad, see you in about an hour." She dipped into the car as Fitz held the door open. After he closed it, he almost ran to the other side, not sure if Eli was going to stop him.

As Eli watched the car drive away, he looked into the passenger side his body was covering. DC rolled the window down. "Told you, she sees something in him, she isn't going to let up. You know Liv, she wants something, she'll get it."

Eli tossed the book on DC's lap though the window and nodded. "Yeah, well let's hope it doesn't stop her from getting this book deal. Just what I needed, "he complained as he sat behind the wheel. "My daughter liking someone from the hills."

Before Fitz started driving he looked over at Liv, who was covering her smile with her hands. "I think it's a go." Liv said excitedly.

"Because of the pictures?" Fitz asked her, smiling with her.

"Yeah, I mean a publisher wants pictures to go with the story. I could be over thinking, but you know pictures for the cover, for the author part. I don't know, I'll stop now."

As the car began to hit a cruising speed, Liv looked down at herself. "I'm not really dressed to go to a fancy anniversary venue."

"It's fine, honestly, I just have to run in and give something to Ernie, the manager. It's also a restaurant open for dining so you won't have to go into the venue, you don't have to go in at all." Fitz said.

"Do you want me to go in?" Liv looked at him knowing how he didn't want her there the other night.

"There shouldn't be a frenzy of cameras, so I'd love for you to walk in with me." Fitz smiled.

Fitz pulled to the valet who opened the door and greeted him by name. "Evening Mr. Grant." Fitz nodded and walked around to open Liv's door.

The young valet cleared his throat. "My apologies, I didn't know there was a passenger." He was waiting for the usual insult from Fitz.

"It's fine, we'll be out in less than ten minutes, just pull the car to the side." Fitz took Liv's hand this time and walked into the place.

Every employee at the sight of Fitz, stood upright and became tense. Liv bit her bottom lip, he must be hard on them, but he has to be, especially if he's going to succeed. A small gentleman approached them as they were walking to the back amongst the diners. He put his hand out.

"Hello Mr. Grant, sorry to disturb you, it's we couldn't find.."

Fitz held his hand up after shaking it with the gentleman. "Ernie, this is Olivia Pope, Olivia Pope, this is Ernie Vazquez, the manager of the Atrium."

"Pleased to meet you ma'am."

"Please, call me Olivia." Ernie nodded.

"I put the glasses for the anniversary in the back on a hidden shelf, I didn't tell you that. I'll run to the back to get them." Fitz looked at Olivia. "I'll be a minute."

"Sir, I can get them, if you just…"

"I got it Ernie, continue to tend to the diners and guests of the party." Fitz walked away.

Ernie watched Fitz walk away, a bit of shock on his face, and he shook his head to make sure he was in real time. He looked back at Olivia. "That was Fitzgerald Grant, correct?"

Liv's eyebrows went up and she smiled "As far as I know it is, why?" She laughed.

"Three days ago when I couldn't find something he walked me to the precise place it was in and told me to go to the eye doctor or tell the receiver to use capital block letters on delivery boxes. He screamed it though, very upset, hit the box to show me where it was, and walked out of here. I wasn't even going to call him at all, but Mrs. Fleming, the wife of the anniversary couple asked for those specific glasses."

Fitz came out with the box in his hands. "Here you go Ernie, tell Mrs. Fleming…"

"Tell her yourself, Fitzgerald, you weren't even going to say hello?" The woman came out from the back party room.

"I wasn't dressed for the occasion, Mrs. Fleming, I just came to…"

"To get my glasses, since when do you do labor like this. Tell me, is it because I requested."

Fitz gave a sighing laugh. "Do you even have to ask?" He said kissing the top of her hand. "Happy Anniversary, Mr. Fleming is one lucky man."

Mrs. Fleming looked over at Olivia. "Pardon my rudeness dear, it's not every day I see Fitzgerald carrying a box. I am Rebecca Fleming."

"Hello Mrs. Fleming, I am Olivia Pope. Happy Anniversary and may God bless you with many more."

"Oh, thank you dear." Mrs. Fleming nudged Fitz. "Oh, she's a keeper and beautiful too. Come toast with us, please, the both of you." She took Liv's hand and guided her to the back to a room full of people.

Liv had to hold her breath, these were all people from the hills and suddenly Liv understood what Fitz must have felt like in the shelter. Ernie handed Liv a glass of champagne and Fitz whispered in her ear. "Just go with it, you're fine."

Liv took a hard swallow as the Fleming's daughter gave a speech and toast to the fifty years of marriage. The glasses went up, cheers were made, and Fitz took the glass out of Liv's hand. He waved off to the crowd and avoided the ten people coming in his direction. "Let's go."

The last thing Fitz wanted was a crowd around, especially with how tense Liv was. They walked quickly to the car and the young valet went to run to the car, but Fitz stopped him. "I'll take the keys." He grabbed them from the boy and exchanged it with a fifty dollar bill.

He opened the door for Liv, watching that no one followed them out and jumped into the car to speed away. "Sorry about that. I wasn't expecting…"

"That was fun!" Liv laughed.

As they pulled up in front of the house, Fitz noticed no one was waiting for Liv outside. He opened her door and took her hand to lead her out. Once the door was closed, Liv leaned against it. She looked up at Fitz. "I had the most amazing time today, Fitz, thank you."

"I believe the thanks belongs to you." He smiled. "Good luck tomorrow, I know you don't need it, but please text me and let me know how it went."

"I will." She smiled flattered that he would want to know. "When can I see you again?" She bit her bottom lip as she said it.

"Let me check my schedule and I'll let you know. If the schedule is filled, I'll clear it." He smiled and he saw her rise to her tip toes and pull him down for another kiss.

Their eyes closed, his hands on either side of her leaning on the car door, and her arms around him. This time she stopped and hugged him and the feeling of him hugging her back was amazing. "You have a good night Mr. Grant." She walked passed him, not wanting to look back. She was afraid she would run into his arms and want to stay there. She thought of the Flemings as she opened her door. "I hope I get fifty years with you Fitz."

He watched her go up the stairs already feeling lonely. As the door closed he looked back at the car. He thought of the Atrium, the party still going on and of the Flemings celebrating. As he walked to the driver's side, he said out loud "Maybe we can do fifty years, too, Livvie." For the first time in a long time Fitz drove away with a feeling of happiness he's hadn't felt in so long.