A/N: It's been 84 years!

I know...sorry, life happens and if you follow any of my other stories or me on tumblr, you know that I graduated college this past May and I took a vacation to celebrate. I have also been trying to branch out and live life more now that I'm a full adult without college holding me in place. I'm starting the job hunt and whatnot so I've been busy but I promised a sequel to Just Friends so here we are. This story is 11 days later than when I planned to post it. I rewrote this introduction chapter a few times and the chapter that was originally going to be this chapter turned out to be part of chapter one(maybe two?). I'm trying to get back into writing this version of Olitz.

This story picks up 3 years after Just Friends and we are just going to explore freaky, married, best friends Olitz as they deal with life and their full family. The title is in reference to the song "Still" by Tamia. If you haven't heard the song before, maybe give it a listen.

If you have ever read anything from me, you know I am really hard on myself and I have moments where I'm unsure of my writing so I hope this lives up to what you guys were expecting.

Introduction

"It's your birthday mommy," the cheerful voice of her three year old son was the first thing that Olivia heard when she opened her eyes.

"It is," she smiled at him.

Oliver leaned in a placed a kiss on her lips.

"Happy birthday, mommy!"

"Thank you, baby."

He leaned down and kissed her stomach.

"Happy birthday, baby."

"It's not the baby's birthday yet, Ollie."

"How come? If the baby is in you and it's your birthday, then it's the baby's birthday too."

She couldn't argue with his logic.

Olivia sat up slowly, careful of her seven month pregnant belly. Some days were better than others but today had been a slightly bad day. She had woken up with a migraine that morning. After eating, Olivia decided she just didn't have the energy for today so she went back to sleep.

Olivia grabbed her phone, pressing the home button to see the time. It was almost five o'clock. She had slept most of the day away. At least her headache had gone away. But now it felt like her daughter was pressing on her bladder.

"Do you need help getting up?"

"I got it."

Olivia stood up and walked into the bathroom. She emptied her bladder and threw some cold water on her face to wake herself up fully.

When she stepped out of the bathroom, Oliver was peeking out of the bedroom door. That's when Olivia noticed for the first time that it was quiet in the house, too quiet even.

"Where is everyone?"

He turned and smiled at her.

"Come on, mommy," he held his hand out and Olivia grabbed it, "Follow me."

Olivia let him lead the way as they headed downstairs.

"Happy Birthday!" her family and friends all said in unison the moment she reached the bottom of the steps.

"Oh, wow."

Olivia wasn't expecting all of the people who stood in her living room. She had some idea that her family was up to something based off of how Ollie was acting but a full scale surprise party was shocking. However they managed to pull this off with her sleeping upstairs was amazing.

She walked into the living room and was greeted by all of her family and friends.

"Happy birthday, Livvie," Fitz kissed her.

"You didn't have to do all of this," she whispered to him.

"I didn't do anything. You know how our families get. Everyone knew it was your birthday so they just showed up."

He was not believable at all.

"Yeah, right."

"Camille helped."

"It's always you two."

"I tried to call and cancel since you weren't feeling well but they came anyway."

"I'm feeling much better now. My nap helped. But I am starving."

"Your mom brought mac and cheese."

"With crab and bacon?"

Fitz nodded.

"You should have led with that."

He laughed, following after her as she made her way to the kitchen. The spread of food really excited Olivia. They had all of her favorites.

"It's just all so beautiful," she covered her chest with her hand, "I don't know where to start."

"You're so goofy," he chuckled, shaking his head as he left her to her mini buffet.

"Happy Birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday dear Olivia. Happy birthday to you," a mixture of Olivia's family and friends sang.

"How old are you? How old are you?" Teddy sang the next part of the song after everyone had stopped singing.

Olivia shook her head and said nothing.

"How old are you, mommy?" Ava asked.

"She is forty-one," Camille answered when Olivia still remained silent.

"Wow, that's old," Ava looked actually surprised at her mom's age.

"Your dad is older," Olivia quickly said.

Fitz nudged her and Olivia smiled at him.

The wide eyed look Ava gave Fitz got a few laughs from people around them.

"Daddy you must be ancient."

"Wound me, kid," Fitz held his heart.

"I'm just playing, daddy," Ava held her hands out for Fitz to pick her up and he did.

"Mommy is the only old person."

The people around them laughed and Olivia rolled her eyes. Ava was such a daddy's girl.

"Are you going to blow out your candles, mommy?"

Olivia adjusted Oliver in her lap so that she could lean forward and blow out the candles on her cake.

"Thank you all for this. It was a nice surprise for you all to be in my home when I woke up from a nap."

"You sound like you don't want us here," Nina said.

"It's a good thing we know better," Camille chimed in.

"...Anyway, as I was saying, we don't all get to see each other as much as we would like but the fact that you guys made time in your busy schedules to be here tonight means a lot. So again, thank you."

A few smaller conversations broke out as Fitz cut the cake and served people.

"Since you're so old, when you have the baby will you be her grandma?"

Olivia could strangle her four year old daughter for asking her such a question.

"That's not how it works," Teddy answered before Olivia could, "Mom is not old. Older but not old."

"Thank you, Teddy."

Teddy nodded, "And you're not supposed to talk about a woman's age. It's rude."

"Sorry mommy," Ava smiled up at her mother apologetically, "You look good for your age. Like a princess. Princess Mommy."

Ava puckered up and Olivia leaned down and gave her a kiss.

"Okay. Bye mommy."

Ava ran off and Teddy took Ollie from her.

"Go mingle or something. I got him. It's your birthday, you are supposed to be having fun."

"I am having fun,"

"Have more fun. Like moving around fun."

"Yes, sir."

Fitz hand rested on the back of Olivia's neck, fingers slowly, gently grabbing at the hair just above her neck. Fitz didn't want to push her head down because he didn't want to control her movements but with each swirl of her tongue, Fitz felt himself losing it.

Olivia laid on her side on the lower half of their bed, resting her head on his naked thigh, she went from licking head of his penis to kissing the side of it.

She looked up at him and bit her lip. Fitz groaned as his fingers got lost in her curls.

"There you are," she said before biting his thigh.

"You are awful."

"You are holding back."

Fitz's hand on her neck was his tell. He always did that when he wanted to take control during oral sex. There was something extremely hot about his dominating side in the bedroom. For the most part in their everyday life, he was gentle with her, always making sure she was okay, being very attentive to her every want and need. Fitz spoiled her and she loved it. But sometimes in the bedroom Fitz was a totally different person. He was aggressive and dominating. Demanding things of her body that Olivia didn't even know were possible. They made love and it was beautiful but nothing compared to the way her husband fucked her.

Olivia loved being submissive to him when they had sex, loved allowing him to be as animalistic as he liked. No one knew her body the way Fitz knew her body. No one had ever done to her body what Fitz had done. He would make love to her gently or fuck her hard, and each time, Olivia reveled in being completely consumed by him. Her body belonged to Fitz in ways that it had never and would never belong to anyone else. She was his and she loved how he claimed her each and every time they were intimate with each other.

The only problem was with Olivia being pregnant, Fitz was always so gentle with her. She knew that he meant well but she just wanted him to not act like he was afraid to touch her. His hesitation was the reason they were having less sex this pregnancy. She didn't even feel like bothering if he was going to treat her like a piece of glass that could break at any moment.

"I can't. Not like this."

"Your dick is going to be in my mouth either way so..."

"So what? You want me to shove my dick down your throat?"

"I want you to do whatever makes you feel good. What comes natural to you without you holding back. But instead you're ruining it."

"You're kinda ruining since you stopped mid-blowjob to give me a lecture," he mumbled.

"I started to bite you again."

Fitz stared at her intently for a moment as the grip that he had on her hair tightened.

"You want me to be rough with you, don't you?"

Olivia nodded.

Fitz pulled her hair, "I can't hear you."

"Yes baby."

With his free hand Fitz gripped his penis. Olivia watched mesmerized as his hands moved up and down, stroking himself.

"I want to feel your lips," Fitz rubbed his penis across her lips, "and the back of your throat."

Olivia parted her lips, allowing his head to slip into her mouth as she took him in inch by inch. Fitz guided her head down and up on his penis. He didn't try to control his hips as he thrust into her mouth, going deeper than he had ever been. Olivia relinquished all power allowing him to use her mouth to meet his needs.

"Oh fuck," Fitz groaned.

Fitz had a love hate relationship with receiving oral from Olivia. He never lasted longer than a minute, if that. It was always intense, almost too intense for him to handle. He had oral sex with other women before but nothing had ever come close to feeling like this. Fitz didn't know exactly what it was that Olivia did but even when he was in control, it would still be too much to handle.

Before he finished prematurely Fitz pulled her head up. He kissed her, not giving her the chance to protest.

"Get on your hands and knees."

Olivia moved into position and Fitz sat up and moved behind her. She wasn't expecting to feel his tongue slip inside of her from behind. A low moan escaped her lips. Olivia grabbed a pillow and placed it under her stomach. She spread her legs as far as she comfortably could.

"That's my girl. Open up that pussy," Fitz slapped her ass before diving back in.

"Uhhh fuck, baby. Shit," Olivia whimpered.

Fitz pulled her in closer as he alternated between licking her folds and sucking her lips.

"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God," Olivia repeated. "I'm close, so, so close. I'm gonna come."

Fitz had her right where he wanted her so he pulled away, placing light kisses on her lower lips until he stopped touching her completely.

"Baby noooo," Olivia whined when she no longer felt Fitz's mouth on her. "Why'd you sto..."

She didn't get a chance to finish her question as Fitz roughly slammed into her.

"Ooh fuck," Olivia gasped. She sunk down into the bed as each stroke hit her hard than the last.

"Nah, fuck that. You wanted this so take it," Fitz gripped her hair, pulling her up until her back slammed into his chest, "Don't act like you can't handle the dick now."

Olivia was like putty in his hands. His words, his deep, fast thrusts, the way he held her firm, the feeling of being full of him, everything was working together to send her over the edge.

She wasn't able to prepare herself for the rhythm of his strokes so she didn't bother to try. She let Fitz fuck her the way she needed to be fucked.

Fitz moved his hand to her neck as he continued to pound into her.

"Oh God! Fuck yes."

"You love this rough shit, don't you?"

Olivia nodded.

"I can't hear you," he tightened the grip on her neck.

"Yes," she moaned out.

"Yes what?" he tightened his grip again.

"Yes, daddy."

Fitz used his free hand to massage her clit. The moment he touched her down there, Olivia felt her world shatter. Her body shook as her orgasm hit her. Fitz held her shaking body as she rode the way waves of her orgasm.

Olivia collapsed on to the bed, trying to catch her breath.

Fitz laid behind her placing kisses from her shoulder to her ear.

"Was that good enough for you?"

"It was perfect," she breathed out, "You are perfect. That was amazing. Thank you."

Fitz chuckled, "Are you thanking me for sex?"

"Your dick has powers, babe. I'm very thankful for it."

Olivia reached behind her and grabbed his dick, surprised to find him still hard.

"You didn't finish."

"I'm fine. It will go down eventually."

"I want to suck it," she moved her hands and down on his dick.

"Go to sleep."

"You're not allowed to tell me no on my birthday."

"It's like three more minutes left in your birthday."

"And you can't deny me in these last three minutes."

"You are very bossy," Fitz grabbed her wrist to stop her from stroking his penis and brought her hand in front of her.

"And you love it."

"I do," he bit her neck and she giggled. "Go to sleep."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."

"Okay."

Olivia turned her head and puckered up for a kiss. He gave her a quick peck, and rested his head in the crook of her neck.

"Happy birthday, Livvie."

Fitz followed behind Olivia as she walked through the empty house. They had visited this particular house four times so he knew it was her favorite of the homes they had toured. With their growing family, they had no choice but to upgrade to a bigger home.

"What do you think? Is it too big? The kids won't be kids forever. I don't want a house that's too overwhelming?"

The house was big but so was their family. It was a four story townhouse with 5,900 square feet of living space, an 1,120 square foot cellar, and 1,500 square feet of backyard with a patio. The house had eight bedrooms with bathrooms on every floor. An elevator servicing the cellar to the roof, which featured a rooftop garden. The master bedroom on the second floor had its own personal bathroom and massive walk in closet.

The house was a dream but standing in the empty space, it felt like it could swallow her whole. Did they really need eight bedrooms and four floors?

"We have at least eighteen years with a kid," he rubbed her stomach, "And besides this little one, we have five kids and extended family who will help fill this place for years to come. You love this house, Liv. Why are you hesitating?"

"I don't know. Being empty it just seems a little overwhelming. We are going from a five bedroom with an upstairs and downstairs to an eight bedroom with four floors and an elevator. The kids are going to be on a different floor than us."

"Good," Fitz smirked.

"Don't be nasty."

"I'm not. It will just be good to have some privacy for mommy and daddy things."

"Mommy and daddy things are what I got us into this situation."

"You enjoyed every minute of it."

"I did but damn your sperm."

Fitz laughed.

"I want to bring the kids here. I love it but I want to see what they think."

"Okay. We can do that. We'll grab the kids from school and stop by a little later."

"Today is a little tight. Teddy has basketball practice at five."

"I'm trying to close on this house by the end of the day. We have two months to move in before the baby comes. I would like us to be settled when she gets her."

Olivia didn't know why she was holding off of buying the house. She did love it but a part of her loved their home now. They shared so many amazing memories in their home. It felt like losing something that was a part of them. Knowing that time wasn't on their side and that they wouldn't find another place as perfect as this one, Olivia decided in that moment to just say yes to the house.

"You can call Gina and tell her we'll take it."

Fitz smiled at her.

"We can pick up the kids early from school and show them the house."

Fitz took out his phone and called their realtor to tell her that they would take the house.

Olivia loved being in the water. Swimming always was able to make her feel at peace and stress free. Since running and other exercises had gotten harder for her as her pregnancy went on, Olivia had found a prenatal water aerobics class to fill her fitness void. She would often times stay after class just to get a couple of laps in.

Olivia floated around the pool, resting after swimming six laps.

"I think they planned this," Nina's voice broke through Olivia's peaceful place.

Her statement had seemed to come out of nowhere and with no follow up, Olivia had to ask, "Who planned what?"

"Fitz and Harrison planned this," she motioned in between both of their pregnant bellies.

Olivia chuckled.

"Well maybe not Fitz since all he has to do is look at you and you get pregnant."

"What's your problem today?" Olivia asked as she swam over to Nina.

At five months pregnant, Nina was moodier and at times crankier than Olivia had ever seen her. Olivia didn't pay her any attention because she knew that it was just a part of her personality.

Nina's pregnancy had come as a complete surprise to her because she thought she was going through early menopause like her mother and grandmother had. But one trip to the doctors and she got the news that she was pregnant.

Nina and Harrison had hooked up the night of Olivia and Fitz's wedding. They had a few casual hookups in the months that followed and eventually decided to just go ahead and make it official. They had been dating for two years and although the baby wasn't planned, they were both working on being the best parents that they could be.

"Harrison is on my nerves because he doesn't understand me. I hate my job and I want to quit. Everything seems like a fucking waste."

Olivia could tell that this wasn't one of Nina's dramatic pregnancy moments.

Olivia climbed out of the pool and took a seat on the towel next to Nina.

"Start at the beginning. What's going on?"

"I'm just tired and stressed. I'm trying not to be emotional but I'm overwhelmed with everything in my life right now. I don't think I can do this."

Olivia was quiet as she waited for her to elaborate.

"The network wants to put me of the shelf until after I have the baby. They want to have someone else come in and do my show because apparently, no one can take me seriously with a human growing inside of me."

"That's bullshit."

"You know how long it took me to get a seat in the sports chair."

Olivia knew more than anyone how long and hard Nina had to fight to get in the sports casting chair. They had worked together eight of Nina's seventeen year career as an on air reporter. Olivia watched both behind the scenes and on the front lines as Nina worked to find her footing in what she wanted to report.

Once she decided that she didn't want to do general assignments and fluff pieces anymore, it took almost five years of ground work with her convincing different athletes and coaches to do interviews with her, despite her not having a name in the world of sports media.

"They can't do that. That's opening themselves up for a lawsuit on the grounds of discrimination if they try to pull you for being pregnant."

"They are not firing me. Just putting me behind the scenes."

"So what? That's still bullshit and they are not allowed to do that. Who's call was that? I can talk to someone when I get back in the office."

"I don't want you to do that."

"Why?"

"I am tired of fighting. I'm trying not to think with my emotions and do something I will regret. I'm angry, Liv. I'm damn good at my job. I've given seventeen years of my life to this job, ten of which were with this network. I would like some goddamn respect. I don't want you to have to fight for me. I want the damn producers and the station to see my value enough to not even bring me no bullshit like this."

"You're a black woman over forty in a male dominated career field. You are always going to have to fight. If you were doing general assignments and fluff pieces you wouldn't have to worry being sat down. But a lot of men don't like to be upstaged by a woman so they are going to come at you with everything they have. Right now, your pregnancy is an excuse, a way for them to get you out. You don't have to sit down and take it."

"Harrison thinks I should quit. Stay at home and raise the baby, at least for a year he says."

"What do you say?"

She shrugged, "I love my job but I don't feel respected and I'm frustrated but there is no way that I can just throw away my career. That's what I would be doing if I took a year off."

"This is going to be the hardest time in your career. Having your first kid puts things into perspective. It changes you and your outlook. You are going to have to shift some things around and figure out what is really important to you and make a decision from there on what you want to do."

"Was it this hard for you when you were pregnant with Ava?"

"I had a lot going on in my personal life when I was pregnant with Ava. Work was actually the easy part. After I had her, my days at work became longer and it actually felt like work. I was at crossroads but I stuck it out and a few months later my promotion came. Diving in to a new position was fun and exciting. It felt like everything came together in the end."

Nina sighed. All of what Olivia said sounded nice but she felt like she was drowning. For the first time in her life, Nina didn't have a positive spin on things. She couldn't see the forest for the trees and that made her easy.

"You have vacation days saved up?"

"Yeah."

"Why don't you take a few days. Go away somewhere and clear your head. I can't tell you what to do and you're just going to keep being frustrated. Harrison will continue to annoy you since you're already frustrated. Time away from everything will be good for you."

Olivia closed her eyes and exhaled as she waited for this round of Braxton Hicks Contractions to pass. They seemed to be coming stronger as the day went on. She rested her head on the countertop, taking deep breaths. This had to pass. It was too soon for her to be in real labor but the pain felt real.

Olivia started counting to herself as the pain slowed down. When the pain subsided, Olivia grabbed her phone off of the counter and left the kitchen. She decided to monitor her pain. If it continued, she would have to call her doctor.

Teddy walked through the front door as Olivia was coming out of the kitchen.

"Hey Liv," Teddy threw his backpack down by the door but quickly picked it up after he saw the look that Olivia gave him.

"Hey. I thought you were staying with your mom tonight."

"I told her I wanted to finish backing up my room."

Olivia rubbed her stomach when she felt the pressure low in her abdomen again.

"What's for dinner?"

"We'll probably order out because I didn't cook."

Olivia closed her eyes as another contraction hit her.

"Are you okay?"

Olivia let out a breath, "Yeah, I'm fine."

"You don't look good. I mean you don't look bad, you just look like you're in a lot of pain."

"I am."

"Pain isn't fine, Liv."

"I know," she let out a breath.

"I should call dad. Did you call dad? Knowing you, you probably didn't."

Olivia would have responded but a pain silenced her. Teddy went and grabbed the phone out of the living room and started dialing his dad's number.

"He's at gymnastics with Ava. They'll be home soon."

"I'm still calling. Better safe than sorry because I don't know what to do if you have the baby."

"I'm not having the baby."

Fitz was one of three dads who regularly attended gymnastics practice at The Little Gym Gymnastics Center. The other two were a couple, John and Walter. Their son, Brandon took the same class as Ava twice a week. One or both guys would join practice from time to time but often times than not, it would be John. Since he worked from home, his schedule was more open to do things with their son.

Being the only two men there most of the time, Fitz and John made quick friends. They talked about kids, family, and work as they watched the kids during class.

"Did you guys find a place yet?"

"We did actually. Olivia was a little anxious about it but we closed on it last week."

"Does she not like the place?"

"No, she loves it. Everything just hit us really fast. We weren't planning for another kid and then she finds out that she's pregnant so we were scrambling to find a bigger home. This is her first time owning a home so she wants to make sure it is perfect for us to live in forever."

"Moving is always stressful."

"Yeah, and we're currently on the clock so it just feels like a lot of extra pressure. We wanted to be moved in and settled before the baby comes."

"If you an extra set of hands for the move just let me know. Walt and I will gladly help."

"I'm going to take you up on that offer."

They fell into a silence as they watched the kids run through their practice drills.

"Can I ask you a question?"

Fitz nodded.

"You have a lot of kids."

Fitz gave him a look. Not exactly sure what his question was.

"How do you do it? Walt wants another kid."

"You guys are thinking of adopting again?"

"He's thinking about it."

Fitz nodded. He understood where John was going without him even saying it.

"To answer your question, I am able to do it because I have a half decent ex-wife, an amazing wife, older kids, and lots of family to help."

"But you still have three kids under the age of ten with one on the way. How are you not losing it? Don't get me wrong, I love Brandon but it's a lot. I'm technically a stay at home parent working two jobs. Brandon's schedule and my work obligations are enough, it's too much actually. I can't remember the last time I had a free day."

"Have you told Walt that?"

"I can't bring myself to tell him that."

"You have to tell him."

"Walt wants a lot of kids. If he could, we would be Jon & Kate Plus 8. I'm more realistic. I would like to give Brandon a little sister, I think he deserves it, I'm just not ready for it right now. I honestly don't know if I will ever be ready for it. Walt works a lot so eighty percent of Brandon's activities fall on me."

"Everything you're saying to me, you need to say to him. It literally takes a village to raise a kid, especially if you're a working parent."

"I don't want to crush his dreams."

"You're not. You're not saying that you don't want more kids ever, you are just saying not right now. I think he can understand and respect that if you are honest with him."

"I hope so. I just…"

"You want to give him everything," Fitz finished for him.

"Yeah," John smiled at him, "I guess that's what I get for marrying someone so much younger than me. I have a hard time telling him no because I don't want to ever hold him back from something that he wants."

"Get out of that mindset right now. I'm in no way a relationship expert but you are sitting on a bed ready to be made with resentment. Talk to your husband because if you keep doing things just to please him, you will eventually look back and hate him for something he didn't do."

"Daddy look," Ava yelled.

Fitz looked over at his daughter. Having her dad's full attention, Ava started running and then did a series of cartwheels.

"Way to go, Princess!" Fitz cheered loudly.

Fitz's looked down at his cellphone when he felt it vibrating in his hand.

"Hey Liv."

"Dad."

"Teddy, hey. What's up?"

"You need to get home now. Liv might be having the baby."

"I'm not having the baby," he heard her in the background.

"She is in pain, and denial that she may be having the baby so I figured I would call you."

"I'm on my way," Fitz hung up the phone. "Ava! Come on, we have to go."

"Class isn't over yet."

"I know. Come on, now."

Olivia was having an outer body experience. She had spent the last few hours at the hospital. When she arrived at the hospital, Olivia was sure that it was a false alarm but her initial vitals prompted her to be admitted. Her blood pressure was so high that she had to be monitored hourly.

After a series of test, Olivia was diagnosed with preeclampsia. From the moment the doctor told her, everything seemed to be happening so fast. She had been given a steroid injection to help the baby's lungs develop because they were inducing her later tonight. They didn't want to risk any organ failure or the baby's life so tonight her little girl was going to join the world.

She watched Fitz and the doctor talk, occasionally nodding to look like she was following the conversation. In truth, Olivia had checked out. She had to if she was going to stay calm enough to get through the next few hours.

Olivia kept replaying the last few weeks over in her mind. She had felt fine with the exception of the headaches she had a few days prior to her birthday and the day of her birthday. The headaches had gone away so she chalked it up to stress about finding a home and moving. But here she was three weeks later being told her blood pressure was extremely high and that her baby had to be born two months before her due date.

Olivia was so deep in thought that she didn't notice that Fitz had been staring at her until he asked her, "How are you feeling?"
Olivia looked over at Fitz but remained silent. She was trying to stay calm and think positive thoughts but she was scared. Olivia didn't understand why this was happening to her, to her baby.

Her mind was all over the place, going from guilt to worry. She prayed that her daughter wouldn't be born with any serious complications. At thirty-four weeks, the baby was still within the time frame of being premature but being just three weeks shy of the normal time that babies could be born, their daughter was in as good of a position as she could be in this situation to be healthy. Olivia was trying to prepare herself for the worst while being positive that everything was going to be okay.

"Liv," Fitz squeezed her hand to get her attention.

"I feel fine, physically. I just don't understand what my body is doing right now. I was fine yesterday and now I'm here."

"Your body is sitting you down."

Olivia rolled her eyes at him.

"You do a lot, too much sometimes. You have been on go since you found out you were pregnant."

Olivia really wasn't trying to hear what Fitz was saying. It sounded a lot like he was blaming her for the baby being in danger.

"Stop that," Fitz said picking up on her demeanor.

"I'm not doing anything."

"You're not listening to what I'm and you're hearing what you want to hear. It's written all over your face. You're blaming yourself and you're convinced that I'm blaming you too."

"I am housing the little human so technically–"

"Stop it," he cut her off, "You're always trying to take on the world by yourself. Things happen. It's not an ideal situation but we're going to get through this like we do everything else."

Olivia wanted to believe him but she couldn't shut off the part of her brain that was concerned for her baby's safety.

"I wasn't listening to doctor," she admitted.

"I know."

"I'm scared," her voiced cracked.

"You don't have to be. You're vitals are doing better. The baby looks good. Everything is going to be okay."

"I hope so."

"I know so and you have to believe it will be too, Livvie."

Fitz was running on excitement and hospital coffee. It was the only reason to explain why he hadn't crashed yet after being up for well over twenty-four hours.

He had spent the night going between Olivia's room to the NICU to see his beautiful baby girl. Olivia wanted updates often since she wasn't able to go down and see the baby because she had to rest after having a c-section.

Olivia had tried to push for hour before the decision was made to deliver the baby via c-section since she wasn't going to come naturally.

Harper Amaya Grant came into the world on May 20th at 12:18am. She was such a tiny baby, weighing in at only four pounds. Despite being born premature, Harper seemed to be a fighter. The steroid shot Olivia was given to help develop Harper's lungs had worked pretty well.

She was able to breathe on her own for a little while before a nurse noticed that her breaths were coming in rapidly, and she made this little grunting sound when she took breaths. She was using extra muscles to try to push air out so she was diagnosed with having transient tachypnea.

Harper was given oxygen and her breathing was being monitored as she learned how to breathe on her own without exerting herself. The condition usually only lasted for twenty-four to forty-eight hours so for now she was on heavy observation. She was also given a feeding tube until her lungs started doing what they needed to do on their own. Once she was able to breathe without exerting herself, they were going to try to bottle feed her.

Given all the complications that could happen with preemies, Fitz considered them on the lucky side. He had no doubt in his mind that his daughter was going to be okay.

Fitz stood up when he felt Olivia stir in her sleep. When she opened her eyes, Fitz was the person she saw.

"Good morning, Livvie."

"Morning, babe."

Her voice was strained, throat dry. Fitz poured her a cup of water and handed it to her.

Olivia finished the whole cup of water quickly.

"How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine. How's the baby?"

"You're lying."

"I had a baby last night so my pain level is what it is expected to be. How is she?" She asked again.

"She's good. Getting better as time goes on. She is on a feeding tube for the next day or two. The doctors have cut her doses of oxygen down."

"She needed oxygen?! I need to see my daughter now," Olivia snatched her covers off.

"Calm down," Fitz stopped her from trying to get up.

He knew he would have to explain everything to her again because she had been given a pretty nice dose of pain meds.

"Harper is good. She was exerting herself trying to breath so they gave her some oxygen until her lungs fully adjust. The doctor lowered her doses so her breathing isn't as heavy and rapid as it was a few hours ago," he explained calmly.

"I need to see her."

"Okay. I grab a wheelchair and we go up and see her."

When Fitz moved to leave the room, Olivia saw her mother sleeping in a chair in the corner.

"How long has she been here?" Olivia motioned towards her sleeping mother.

"She's been here all night."

It was just like her mother to show up and not be deterred or moved from being by her side, even if Olivia wasn't aware of it.

In the last three years, the two had slowly built a relationship from scratch. Olivia had learned so much about her mother as they got closer. Maya was fearless and crazy overprotective in the best way. She loved with her whole heart. Her children and grandchildren were her greatest accomplishments in life. She was the best grandmother. Olivia loved watching Maya and Ava together. The two had a special bond and Olivia couldn't help but think that Ava was Maya's do over. Everything that Olivia wanted from her mother when she was younger, she saw her being that now with Ava.

Maya was fun and she never took advantage of the opportunity to live life and make memories. Olivia hated that it took them so long to get right with each other but she appreciated how far they had come. It wasn't always easy and they had their moments but Olivia and her mother were the closest they had ever been.

Fitz came back with a wheelchair and helped Olivia out of bed. The two minutes it took for them to get upstairs to the NICU were quiet. Olivia was excited but nervous to see her daughter. It was weird having a baby and only getting to see her for a few seconds before she was taken away.

Fitz pushed her over to the incubator that held their daughter. Olivia remained silent as she took in the sight of her daughter. There were more tubes and wires than she expected.

"She's so tiny," was the first thing Olivia said.

Olivia felt tears forming in her eyes. She wanted to hold her daughter and wasn't able to and that made her emotional.

"You okay?"

She nodded.

"It's a lot to take in when you first see her but trust me, Liv, she's doing great."

"I trust you."

Olivia reached in one of the holes on the side of the incubator and touched Harper's hand. She balled up her hand into a fist around Olivia's finger, and Olivia couldn't help but take it as a sign. Harper was such a strong and beautiful little girl, and she was going to just fine.