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Happy Places
Fitz blinked his eyes a few times in an effort to wake up at the early hour of five a.m. The first thing his bleary eyes saw was his wife. Blissfully asleep and completely at home sprawled out across his chest. His picked his head up a few inches off the pillow to look at her, and wondered for the millionth time how she was comfortable on top of him. Her toned chocolate arms were bent at the elbow and laid on the bed beside his body. He could feel her legs. They were short, but they were tangled with his deep under the sheets. Somehow she always managed to get one of her feet under his calf. It was a mystery to him how she did it.
Sleeping on his chest was what Liv called her happy place. Fitz thought it was crazy and couldn't be comfortable at all, but she had insisted that it was. He remembered back to the day they got married and smiled. It was New Year's Eve and the best day of his entire life. The moment he saw her walking down the aisle toward him, he would have promised her anything. When they said their vows, Fitz had promised to let her sleep in her happy place every night. He was keeping his promises to her, no matter what.
Recalling the wedding brought back thoughts of their honeymoon as well. They had enjoyed an amazing time in Aruba together. Beautiful blue water. Warm white sandy beaches. Lots of sunshine. Even in January the temperature was in the mid-eighties. They swam in the ocean most mornings after Olivia woke up. because rarely was there anyone else outside then. They felt like the only two people in a beautiful perfect paradise.
In the afternoons they would eat lunch on the veranda that overlooked the water, or adventure off together hand in hand on foot. They rented bikes and rode for miles together under the warm sun. On lazy days, they would take a taxi and use their time wisely by kissing in the backseat as the driver took them nowhere in particular. They went sightseeing and looked like complete tourists when Liv insisted on bringing her good camera worn around her neck. Another day they went to the small marketplace for fresh fruits and a few other supplies.
In the evenings, the newlyweds would go out to dinner. Someplace new every night. They took turns choosing the restaurants. Some they liked. Some they didn't. But it was always fun because they were together. When Olivia and Fitz got back from dinner, they were up all hours of the night making love on every surface, in every room of the house they were staying in. Fitz fondly remembered one morning they were still wrapped in each other's arms and tangled up in each other's bodies when the sun slowly began its ascent. Fitz had picked up his wife and carried her to the huge picture window to watch the amazing colors light up the dark sky. It had been a truly magical week for both of them.
Fitz was brought back to the present when Olivia sighed in her sleep. Her continued watching her. Every time he inhaled, her body rose on top of his. It was always the cutest thing to wake up to. Unless he had to pee. Then it was annoying because Fitz had to quietly and carefully extract her clinging body from on top of his. Not an easy thing to do because his wife, although she only weighed a hundred pounds soaking wet, really liked being in her happy place. Especially in the morning. She would whine groggily when he pried her off of his warm skin and gently lay her on the sheet. He had learned to not drink after ten p.m. to prevent her from turning into a two year old before she properly woke up.
Mrs. Grant currently had nothing on her sexy little body. Fitz had convinced her long ago to sleep in the nude during the summer months. This summer however, would prove to be their most interesting one yet. There was someone else in bed with them. After eighteen months of marriage and a few upset trips to the gynecologist, Olivia was finally pregnant with their first baby. Ten weeks pregnant to be exact. They were both beyond excited to meet baby Grant and Fitz talked to her belly all the time. He grinned at her sleeping face and wondered how much longer she would be able to sleep in this position with a baby growing in her belly. It was one of many interesting developments he was eager to see unfold. She was more precious to him now than she ever had been before. He tucked a stray strand of black hair behind her ear. Her face crinkled instantly, but she continued to sleep.
After twenty minutes of admiring her and having random thoughts, he knew she needed to get up to get ready for work. Fitz hated this part. His wife was not a morning person. She was at her crankiest in the morning. Still, the devil in him, enjoyed waking her up. Just a little bit.
"Babe?" Fitz cooed. He always started off sweet when waking her up. He would eventually get more firm with her, but he had learned that it was never a good idea to start off that way. When she continued sleeping, completely unaffected by his voice, he gently coaxed her again. "Liv. Hey. You've gotta get up."
Her reply was to tuck her hands underneath his back and breathe out, "uh uh" with her eyes still closed.
She did this most mornings, so Fitz was not surprised. "Do you need some morning motivation?" He asked playfully.
"Just let me sleep!" She whined.
"You sleep. I'll motivate." He said with a smirk. He put his hands on her waist and pulled her warm body up as he slid his down. He got some resistance from her, but it was expected and he continued. When her breasts hung in his face, he stopped moving, picked up his head, and carefully took one of them into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around her nipple making it harden. He knew better than to suck on the pebble because Olivia had warned him that they were extremely tender. Still, he felt her stir a little above him. It encouraged him greatly and he repeated the action to the other side, causing her to stir a little more. He smiled against her skin and knew he was about to have her full attention.
Fitz wiggled a little further down the bed, feeling resistance from the tucked in flat sheet. He kicked and wiggled his big feet until the cool material came sloppily untucked and the sheet, as well as his feet, were hanging off the bed. He continued sliding Olivia up his body and stopped when her belly was at his mouth. He planted a soft kiss on her smooth flat skin and whispered, "Close your eyes" to his unborn child.
Olivia was smiling happily while gripping onto the headboard of their bed as her husband slid her body further up. He was getting really inventive with the ways he woke her up in the morning and she often faked sleepiness to prod his creativity. This morning was no exception. She really did hate mornings, but married mornings were so much more enjoyable in her opinion. When he kissed her stomach and whispered something she couldn't quite hear, she almost said something to him. But Olivia decided to let him have his moment. He was going to be an amazing dad. She was brought back to the present when she felt his hands on her ass and his breath hover at her femininity. She closed her eyes and happily waited for what was coming.
Fitz was under the sheet and under his wife's slim little body. While he appreciated and loved everything about her, he was partial to her ass. He was constantly slapping or patting it when she walked by him. Or gripping it when they were alone and being intimate. He had both hands on it now and was not too gently massaging it as his wife, faker extraordinaire, opened her legs wide for him to enjoy breakfast in bed. He knew what she was up to. But Fitz let her think she was in control of their morning wake ups. They both got what they wanted, so who was he to make it an issue?
Using his hands on her backside, Fitz brought her core closer to his face and flicked his tongue across it once. The moment his tongue touched her sensitive skin, she let out a throaty moan that let him know she was indeed awake now. He grinned against her skin and decided to make her talk. He meticulously kissed her inner thighs before sucking on the skin there, making sure to leave a mark. He felt his wife's legs trying to guide his head back to where she wanted his mouth to be. Still he took his time, waiting for her to chide him vocally. It wouldn't be long now he knew. He moved his tongue in a wide circle, touching almost everywhere except her bundle of nerves. Fitz heard her frustrated breathing, continued to smile, and started counting backwards in his head.
Three...
Two...
"I swear to god if you don't put your mouth where it belongs right this minute and make me scream, I will..."
Yup. She's awake now.
Fitz never let her finish her empty threat. Instead he pulled her core to his face and feasted like a starving animal. When she arched her back he reached a hand up and lazily ran it along her spine. When she poked her ass further out in the air, the hand returned to her ass from her back and slapped her skin there. When she started panting, Fitz hummed loudly on her sensitive skin. When she grabbed a fistful of his curls and grinded onto his face he knew she was on the brink of explosion. He increased the already crazy pace, heard her scream his name at the top of her lungs a few moments later, followed by body racking shudders. He gave her ass one more squeeze for good measure and then rolled her over onto her back. She went limp as her body randomly convulsed from the after-shocks.
He scooted back up to his pillow and watched Olivia's face as she tried to remember how to breathe again. She cracked one eye open and looked at him while her ragged breath tried to slow down. "Are you ok?" He asked.
"Yea. That was pretty good. Thanks." She replied breathlessly.
"Pretty good? You still can't breathe without wheezing, Liv. Pretty good, my ass." He got up to take a shower and with his back to her, once again counted down in his head.
Three...
Two...
"I know you don't think that's the end of this, Mr. Grant." She threatened sarcastically.
He smirked to himself, put his scowl back on his face, and turned around to her. "Excuse me?" He said with annoyance.
"You heard me. Get your fine ass back into this bed and finish the job!" She said with one perfectly raised eyebrow.
"I don't know. The bar is set kinda high at pretty good." He shot her a bland expression but his lower half gave his excitement away.
Olivia glanced down and noticed it too. "Married life is not one sided." She stretched lazily as her husband eyed her lean body. "So get your ass back into bed and give me what I need."
"I thought I just did." He said, still standing in place.
"That was just as much for you as it was for me and you know it." Her face softened and she touched her stomach. "Please? For your baby momma?"
Fitz bit on his inner cheek in order not to smirk at her. She always got whatever she wanted from him, within reason. They had only found out she was pregnant a month ago, and she had already learned how to ensure she got what she wanted. Whenever she touched her stomach, he folded. It was going to be a long seven and a half months he decided. "Fine. But don't refer to yourself as my baby momma ever again. It's just weird." He walked toward the bed and pounced on it, making her giggle. "Just call me Lord Commander of orgasms."
Olivia stared at him and started to get up. "I'm definitely not saying that."
Fitz grabbed her around the wrist and brought his giggling wife back to bed. He put Olivia on her back and gently laid down on top of her, being very mindful of her belly. He leaned his head down and kissed her mouth with a purpose. Olivia sank into the kiss and brought her arms up around his neck as he slid into her. Being with Fitz always felt like home to her. It was comfortable and fun. And she never felt more loved or cherished by any other man in her whole life. She loved him more than life itself and didn't think she could get any happier. Until she found out she was pregnant.
They had been trying to get pregnant since right before they got married. It had felt like an eternity to wait for. The day Olivia found out was just like any other ordinary day for her. She was working at her desk and Abby came in around eleven thirty with some egg salad in a bowl. She sat down in one of Liv's visitor chairs and began talking between bites. Olivia abruptly stopped working and sniffed the air, trying to locate what the offensive smell was coming from. She asked Abby what she was eating and Abby had replied, "It's egg salad from Fran's. It's where we always get it. Why?"
The name of the food alone was enough to have Olivia scrambling towards her small black trashcan and retching whatever was in her stomach. She grabbed the box of tissues from on top of her desk and blotted her mouth before meeting Abby's frowning face. Suddenly Abby was no longer interested in eating any more.
"What the hell was that all about?" Abby asked. She put the lid on top of the bowl and eyed her friend for more vomiting.
"I don't know. It just smells terrible to me. It made me nauseous. I'm so sorry, Abs." Liv apologized. She tied off the bag in her trashcan and went into the adjoining bathroom and washed her hands.
"Are you coming down with something?" Abby got up quickly from her chair and took a step back away from her friend. "I don't want to get sick."
"I feel completely fine now. I didn't mean to ruin your lunch. I'm so sorry." Olivia apologized.
"It would be so cool if you were pregnant!" Abby said grinning. She watched her best friend's face go from smiling to deep in thought.
Olivia looked up to the ceiling for a few moments and then her head snapped down to the calendar on her desk. She looked through the previous month that had already been folded behind the current one. She flipped back another month and ran her finger over the numbers. Her index finger stopped on a day and she lifted her head to meet Abby's gaze. "Holy shit!" She exclaimed.
"What is it? What's the matter?" Abby asked fearfully.
Olivia opened her desk drawer and grabbed her purse. "We need to run an errand. NOW!" She had demanded.
"Good. You owe me a lunch!" Abby said smiling.
As Olivia dashed past her assistant she said over her shoulder, "We are running an errand. Be back as quick as we can."
Yvonne shrugged at her boss and happily muttered, "That just means a longer lunch for me today. Thank you very much."
Olivia drove like a wild woman to the drug store and practically ran down every aisle in the back half of the store until she found what she was looking for. "Liv! Will you slow down, please? Abby huffed as she followed quickly behind. "What do you need from here anyw...Oh. OH! Really? Ohmygod!" Abby picked up one of every kind and held them in her arms as Olivia was reading the side of the box she was holding. Abby batted her friend's hand away and said, "That's fine print, Liv. We are lawyers. We know all about fine print. You need to pee on all of these to make sure. Let's GO!"
That snapped Olivia out of her daze. She looked at Abby's loaded down hands in amazement. "Abby, we are not getting all of those. We only need one!"
"No. We need at least two. Confirmation you crazy bitch. And stop running. It's probably not good for the baby."
"Fine. Put the rest back. There's not enough pee in New York for all of those." Olivia started putting most of the tests back on the shelf and patiently straightening them as she did so.
"Seriously, Liv? We need to know if there's a cute little baby Grant growing in your belly. If you want a part time job, you can get an application at the check-out register. Come ON!"
They settled for three tests. All of which claimed to be able to spot the pregnancy hormone in as little as five days after a missed period. After they paid for them, Abby asked for the key to the bathroom. The cashier, a kid still in high school said, "Are you both going in there together?"
"Yea. We want a quickie before we go back to work. Give me the key..." She looked at his name tag for the first time and added, "Terry." The kid smiled broadly at the two women and watched them run to the restroom.
Once inside, Olivia sat on the toilet as Abby opened the first box. Then the foil package inside. With shaky hands she passed the white stick to Olivia who proceeded to pee on it and hand it back to Abby. By that time Abby had the second test opened and once she capped the used test, she handed Olivia the unused one. The pair of them repeated the process until all three tests were laid out on the bathroom sink.
Abby wrung her hands together as Olivia washed her hands and asked, "How long do we have to wait?"
Abby shrugged her shoulders. "How am I supposed to know?" She grabbed one of the rectangular boxes and read it aloud. "This says three minutes."
"Three minutes? That's all? What do we do until..." Someone knocked on the restroom door.
"Are the two of you ok in there?" A familiar voice asked.
Abby and Liv looked at each other and grimaced. "Get the hell out of here Terry. I'm about to have the best orgasm of my life." Abby said to the door blandly.
Olivia looked at her watch. "It's been three minutes already."
"I can't orgasm that fast unless Stephen..."
"Stop talking and go look at the test, Abby!"
The smirking redhead stepped closer to the sink and picked up the first test. She squinted at it, put it down, and picked up the second one. After putting it down she picked up the last test. Olivia watched her face for signs. "Well?" Olivia asked impatiently.
"According to all three of these tests, you're pregnant, Liv! I'm gonna be an aunt!" The two women screeched loudly together and hugged in a happy dance as tears flowed down both of their faces.
Olivia's hand immediately went to her belly. She looked up at Abby and said in a shocked whisper, "There's a baby in there."
"There's a baby in there." Abby echoed, putting her hand on her friend's belly. The two of them hugged again. "Holy shit, Liv. You gotta tell Fitz!"
"Baby daddy is gonna be so excited!" Liv said as her face lit up.
"No. That is not a good nickname for him. Never. And I mean never, call him baby daddy again." Abby said with a scrunched up face.
Olivia grabbed the first pregnancy test she had taken, slid it back inside the box, and put it in her purse. She looked at her friend and said, "When you get pregnant you can call Stephen whatever you want and I will support it. So shut up and let's go back to work."
"I'm never getting pregnant. So there." Abby said sticking out her tongue. She unlocked the bathroom door and saw Terry standing a few feet away from it. He quickly started dusting shelves and watched them exit.
As Abby passed he asked, "Do you two always cry at the end?"
Abby looked at Olivia and said, "Oh yea. This one is very high strung. It adds to the experience."
Olivia grabbed Abby's arm and dragged her out of the store while the kid watched them in complete fascination. "Don't do that. You're gonna confuse the kid."
"Speaking of kid, how are you planning to tell Fitz about the baby?"
"Wow. Nice cross over." Olivia chuckled. "I'm just gonna tell him. It doesn't have to be a production! It wasn't when I just found out."
"Good point. I'm going to require a cute shirt that says something about being the best aunt ever though." Abby said in a serious tone.
"Tell baby daddy. He'll take care of it. You're his bestie." Olivia teased.
"I'm going to assume that this is hormonal Liv talking right now. It's weird. Stop it!" Olivia laughed at her friend.
Later that night, back at home, Olivia dropped the item she had bought on the table and checked her watch. She had about fifteen minutes to get everything in place before Fitz got home from work. As it turned out, Olivia was excited to make a production out of telling him that she was pregnant. Tonight's menu was charades. She hoped Fitz was halfway decent at the game.
She opened the package, opened the oven, and put the hamburger bun on the bottom rack. It was self explanatory, right? Surely he would understand what she was trying to tell him? He walked in the door as Olivia sat down at the table.
"Hey, babe. How was your day?" He asked as he kissed her cheek.
"It was...very interesting. To say the least."
"Yea? I hope that's a good thing? Did you cook? I'm starving." He glanced over at the stove and saw that there weren't any pots or pans sitting on top of it. He frowned. It was her turn to cook tonight.
"Actually, there's something in there." She said pointing at the stove.
"In the oven?" When she nodded to him, he eagerly went to it and pulled the handle down. He frowned again. He pulled the lone item out and turned to her. "Liv? Why is there a hamburger bun in the oven? Where's the food?"
He didn't get it. She was going to have to help him. "What's in the oven?"
Fitz looked at the hamburger bun and back at his wife. He wondered if she had lost her mind? He hesitantly said, "A bun?"
"Right! There's a bun in the oven."
Fitz squinted his eyes and gave her a questioning look. "Ok. What about it?"
"Fitz. Think about the words that I'm saying. There is a bun in the oven and you were the last one in the bakery." Olivia watched him open his mouth but she cut him off before he could speak. "I'm not talking about your bakery. I'm talking about mine."
She watched the confusion on his face as he tried to figure out what the hell she was talking about. Olivia said nothing and waited patiently. She was rewarded a few minutes later when his eyes snapped back to hers and the confusion was replaced with shock. She knew he understood exactly what she was saying when her husband's eyes left her face and moved down to her stomach. "What are you saying?"
"What do you think I'm saying?" she asked with a smile.
"Are you...? I mean. Are we...?" He took a deep breath, let it out, and calmly asked. "Are you pregnant?"
"Yea. We're gonna have a baby." She said smiling.
He stood up abruptly and said, "Really? How can you be sure?"
Olivia walked to her purse and pulled out the test she had taken at the drug store. Fitz looked at it and grinned proudly. "We're gonna have a baby!" He picked her up and spun her in a circle as she laughed. He set her back on her feet just as quickly and apologized. "Shit. I'm sorry. That's probably not good for the baby." He continued holding her close and happily kissed her. "I love you so much!" Remembering that they were not alone, he knelt in front of her, put his hands on her hips, and spoke to her flat stomach. "Hello in there. I'm your daddy. I can't wait to meet you. We already love you so much! You're gonna love us too because we're freaking awesome!" Olivia giggled at him and pulled him back up for another kiss.
Olivia shut out all thoughts of that day as Fitz continued swiveling his hips as he plunged into her. Morning sex was phenomenal with him. Hell, all sex was phenomenal with him. Maybe it was just a nice way to start the day? She felt a moment of panic before she remembered the words her doctor told her recently that sex would not, in any way, harm the baby. She thought it was a weird thing to think about during sex, but she supposed her mind would be filled with weird thoughts about her baby for the unforeseeable future. She tried to concentrate on the moment again.
She could feel another orgasm building and gripped his shoulders to brace herself for it somehow. This man was just so good at what he did to her body. He had his head in her neck and was breathing heavy, but picked it up and looked at her. As if reading her mind he panted out, "Are you ok?"
Olivia smiled at him and pushed the curl that hung on his forehead back with the others. "An orgasm would be nice. Do you think you can manage that?"
Fitz grinned at his wife and pecked her lips. "Oh now that you're awake you're a smartass. I get it." He held onto her hips and rolled them together so she was on top of him. Fitz put his hands under his neck and stretched out with their bodies still joined together. "Let's see if you can do any better."
Liv gave him a sultry look and prayed they didn't have a boy who acted like his father. "I'm pretty sure I got this." She said sarcastically.
He smirked at her. "Oh? You're pretty sure?"
Olivia leaned down and planted a sultry kiss on his hairy chest before looking into his baby blues and whispering, "I'd hold on to something if I were you. This is gonna get bumpy." She planted the bottoms of her feet beside his thick thighs and rode him relentlessly.
Married life was good!
