"How did I allow myself to become so weak?" she said over and over, wondering how she allowed herself to fall for the only man she should never be involved with. Being married to the POTUS is a journey filled with uncertainty; can Fitz and Olivia su...
President Fitz Grant's month-long journey abroad began with an air of excitement and purpose. As Air Force One soared across the Atlantic, Fitz felt a mix of anticipation and a pang of longing. It would be a month filled with important meetings and diplomatic engagements, but it also meant a month away from Olivia.
The ancient splendor of Vatican City was the first stop on Fitz's itinerary. He met with the Pope, discussing matters of global importance, from climate change to humanitarian efforts. Each day was packed with meetings, ceremonies, and official dinners. The grandeur of the Sistine Chapel and the solemnity of St. Peter's Basilica provided a backdrop to his diplomatic duties.
At night, however, the opulence and history surrounding him couldn't fill the void left by Olivia's absence. Fitz would sit in his suite, staring at the city lights, and think of her. He'd call her whenever he could, sharing his experiences and listening to her stories from back home. The sound of her voice was a balm to his weary soul, but it wasn't enough.
From Vatican City, Fitz's journey took him to Geneva, the heart of international diplomacy. Here, he attended conferences and bilateral meetings, addressing pressing issues like global health and security. The days were long and demanding, with little time to reflect.
But every evening, as he retired to his hotel room overlooking Lake Geneva, Fitz found himself missing Olivia more than ever. He would walk along the lake, imagining her by his side, her laughter mingling with the sound of the water lapping against the shore. The distance was beginning to take its toll, and he found solace in their nightly phone calls, her voice a lifeline amidst the political whirlwind.
The final leg of Fitz's journey took him to Japan, a country of contrasts where ancient traditions met cutting-edge technology. He visited Tokyo, Kyoto, and Osaka, engaging with Japanese leaders and promoting international cooperation. The beauty of the cherry blossoms in Kyoto and the bustling energy of Tokyo left a lasting impression on him.
Yet, the more wonders he experienced, the more he yearned for Olivia. His nights were spent in luxurious hotel rooms that felt empty without her. He would write her letters, pouring out his thoughts and feelings, trying to bridge the gap between them with words. The ritual became a nightly solace, a way to keep her close despite the miles that separated them.
After a month of intense diplomacy and endless meetings, Fitz finally returned home. As the motorcade pulled up to the White House, his heart raced with anticipation. Olivia was waiting for him at the entrance, her smile brighter than ever. He rushed to her, enveloping her in a tight embrace.
"I missed you so much," he whispered into her hair.
"I missed you too, Fitz," she replied, her voice thick with emotion. "I'm so glad you're home."
They walked hand in hand into the residence, and Olivia turned to him with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "You know what I want?"
Fitz raised an eyebrow, curious. "What's that?"
"A yummy burger from our favorite place," she said, grinning.
Fitz laughed, the sound echoing through the halls of the White House. "I think I can arrange that."
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