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It was 11 PM when Olivia finally made it to the gym's parking lot. She'd had a long day at work then gotten home to take care of her child. After she was able to put him down an hour ago, she'd asked her best friend and next door neighbor Abby, to look over him in case he wakes while she went to workout. She usually tried to workout at least three times a week so that she'll be able to keep up with the high demands that her life called for. Olivia was awake at 5:30 AM every morning, she had to be up early to get both her and her son ready for the day and then drop him off by her mother some days or sometimes at his father's mother. She was a kindergarten teacher for a charter school that started at 8 AM. The hours were ungodly but that was what paid the bills for the small two bedroom apartment she lived in with her son. At the age of 28 this wasn't the ideal life she'd envisioned for herself. By this age she'd anticipated that she would've owned a home, have a higher paying job and already been married with at least one child; fortunately for her one part of the dream was fulfilled. For the past two years she has been reveling in the bliss that is motherhood.

Clearing her mind and steeling herself, she silently prays that she wouldn't run into any unwanted people as she opened the door to the gym. She wanted to get her exercise in and get out within an hour time max. She first makes her way to the side wall and hangs up her car keys on the keys rack then proceed to the warm up area where she did some stretches to relax her muscles. After five minutes of warm up, she was officially ready for a good cardio workout on the elliptical.

Olivia found a vacant one in the middle of the room and climbed onto it. She inserts the earbuds into her ears before pressing play on her Pandora workout station. After setting the elliptical to the desired mode, she began her workout, blocking out everything and everyone.

Fitz came out from the laundry room after starting a load of towels. He hated working the night shift but he had no choice, the schedule was rotated every month. He's been working as a personal trainer for almost eight years at the same gym, exercise was an integral part of his life so it was no rocket science that he'd chosen it as a career or arguably a job.

He checked his phone and saw the time as 11:30 PM, smiling at the time he decided to walk around the gym to see who may need help before he officially ended his shift at 12. The gym was 24 hours accessible but he wasn't required to be there past 12.

He smiled friendly at the young woman who was batting her eyes at him as she pretended to be lifting weights in the weight area. Fitz was always surprised by the amount of women who came to the gym with the sole intention to pick up guys and vice versa. So many had tried to do so with him but he always turned them down.

Walking closer to the section containing the cardio equipment Fitz' heart almost stops when he sees her on the elliptical. It had been a month since they'd last seen each other in person, they still communicated via phone because they had to and even then it was terse communications. Before he could've stopped himself he was walking over to her.

Knowing that she wouldn't notice him immediately as she was clearly in the zone, Fitz took the time to admire her in her black skin tight running tights, red racer-back tank top and black Nikes on her feet. Her hair was slicked back in a sleek ponytail showing off her beautiful face. Her petite frame was beautifully toned in all the right area compliments to his training in the bedroom and gym.

From her peripheral view, Olivia senses someone staring at her and it caused her to falter on the elliptical which resulted in one of her feet slipping off the pedal.

"Shit!" She yells, her hands holding on tightly to the handles in attempts to break her fall. She was about to release the handles due to the awkward position she found herself in when she felt strong hands gripping her waist. Immediately, Olivia could tell whom those hands belong to.

Holding her weight against his body, Fitz asks with concern evident in his voice, "Are you ok? Does your foot hurt?"

Finding her bearings, Olivia extracts herself forcefully from his grip keenly aware of the eyes on them and replied through clenched teeth, "I'm fine," but immediately yelps when she applied weight onto her right foot.

"No you're not fine, Livvie, let me take a look at it."

Olivia shakes her head in protest she didn't want him touching her, she didn't want anything to do with him.

"So stubborn," Fitz says, before scoping her off of her feet into his strong arms. Fitz gives her a stern look, silently telling her not to refute him as he carried her off to his shared office space.

"You don't have to be a caveman, I'm perfectly capable of looking after myself, thank you," she spat once they were in the privacy of the dimly lit room. She was seething mad that he would humiliate her like that, carried her off like a petulant child.

"Shut up," Fitz growled lowly before kneeling in front of her to exam her ankle for any swelling.

"Ouch! That hurts you know," she speaks in a high pitched voice as he presses down on the inner part of her ankle where it was mostly affected.

"I'm sorry. I'll grab some ice." Fitz walks a few feet to the freezer containing ice packs, he takes out two and returns to his spot in front of her.

Olivia sat mutely on one of the black armless chair as he tended to her foot; in the meantime her eyes took him in. During their time apart her heart couldn't help but miss him terribly, but she wasn't going to allow her heart to make any more decisions where the two of them were concerned — even though he looked as handsome as usual. Her heart couldn't help but be infatuated with his bearded face. He always wore a stubble in the past but now he was rocking the full bearded look and she loved it. She took in his muscular arms or guns as she used to refer them as, straining against the tight fit of his black Under Armor compression T-shirt. His toned thighs also emphasized against the slinky material of his black basketball shorts. He smelt of the familiar shower gel that she'd grown used to.

"Who's watching JT?" His question broke her from her thoughts.

"Abby," she answered.

"Oh," was all he said as he continued to put the ice on her ankle for 5 seconds on and 5 seconds off.

The two remained quiet after that, both having too much on their minds. Once he'd finished icing her injured foot, Olivia gets up and eases some of her weight onto it, satisfied that it wasn't paining that much she turns to him and says, "Thanks. I'm gonna leave now."

"Livvie —"

Olivia interrupts, "I think the Livvie days are over."

"That's because you want it to be over. Everything was fine!" He retort passionately, feeling his anger rising.

"I'm not having this argument again." She chuckles humorless before turning her back to him. Just like she'd internally calculated, his hands grabbed onto her arms forcefully but yet gently.

"What, Fitz?! What?!"

"Can we talk? It's been a month since you made me leave my home. Leave my son."

Olivia looked at anywhere but his face, she couldn't bear to see the brokenness in his eyes. This was their life, a constant battle for the past 5 years since they'd been together. This wasn't the girl that her parents had raised, Fitz caused her to push aside every beliefs that she once held sacred.

"You see your son every day," she tells him coolly.

"For a few hours at a time? Is that how you want him to grow up?"

Olivia finally looks up into his blazing blue gray eyes, she could tell that he was angry. Sighing deeply because this was what their relationship had turned into for the past year. Arguments day in and day out. They both were at different points in their lives. For one Olivia wanted to be married, she'd grown up in a Christian home, her father was actually a pastor but Fitz didn't believe in marriage. Before Fitz, Olivia lived her life according to the good book but as soon as he'd entered into the picture everything changed. First she'd fallen deeply in love with him, then there was the premarital sex and it was so good that she'd agreed to move in with him, then there was Jackson Thomas Grant aka JT— their son. Olivia had thought that since she was pregnant Fitz would've proposed but that never happened. He always said that he didn't believe in marriage because of his parent's. They'd had a nasty divorce and ever since then his view on marriage was thwarted. She'd debated with him countless times that not all marriages are the same and he said the same thing each and every time, "We have something that works. It's not broken so there's no need to fix it."

She thought that she could settle for being someone's baby mother and girlfriend for the rest of her life but in reality she couldn't. She tried to settle for him but she wanted more, she wanted to be his wife, his equal but that wouldn't happen if he wasn't willing to give himself fully to her. Several times she wondered if he was cheating on her and if it was the main reason behind his supposed anti-marriage views but she was positive that it wasn't. He was simply one of those people who didn't believe that a certificate meant anything. He was as committed to her as if they'd been husband and wife.

Clearing her thoughts, she refocused her attention on Fitz.

"You're free to spend time with our son at any time. I won't stop you."

"It's not the same. I miss my family."

"Fitz," she begged as she felt him drawing her body into his. He was preying on her weakness.

"Tell me if you don't miss us being together," he whispered against her ears.

She shivered in his arms at the close proximity of his body. Like usual their bodies fitted together like a gloved hand. Things with Fitz was too complicated, he made everything appear easy but it ended up complicated.

"We can't," she moaned as he placed the familiar kisses on the column of her neck. This was the reason she'd avoided him for the past month, opting to drop JT off at his mother on the days he was watching him rather than to his new apartment. He knows her weaknesses and the power he has over her.

"Yes we can. You're still the love of my life. I'll never stop loving you, sweet baby," he whispered in his deep velvety voice.

Olivia was a goner when he squeezed her ass through her tights. Immediately, one of her legs wrapped around his waist so that she could feel his erections against the center of her core. There was no denying that she loved this man.

Fitz dropped one of his hands from her ass and holds onto her raised leg. He walks her to the nearby wall and braces her against it.

Olivia heaved from the lack of oxygen and the impact her back made with the wall. She looked up at her 6'2" lover with hungry eyes before bringing down his mouth to connect with hers. The kiss was rushed, tongues fervently dueling with each other as they tried to quell the burning aches in their loins.

Fitz palms her full mounds in his hands and squeezes them, feeling her hardened nipples against his flesh. They pull apart roughly to drag air into their lungs before recommencing their tongues and lips rendition.

When they'd had enough of dry jumping through clothes, Fitz swiftly pushes down his basketball shorts and boxer briefs, setting his manhood free. He does the same with Olivia before wrapping both of her legs around his waist.

As always the impatient lover, Olivia fists him with her hands and lines him up with her dripping core. Fitz wastes no time sinking himself inch by inch into her.

"Ahhhh," she cries out as he fills her to the hilt. He allows her enough time to adjust to his size before he begins to move in a rhythmic motion.

She holds on tightly around his shoulder for leverage as he moves inside of her. She licks his ears and sucks on his neck as she feels his penis doing things to her that only he knows how to.

"Don't you like when we do this every night, Liv?" He groaned against her ears.

Of course she did but that didn't mean it was right. She wishes so much that she could've turned her conscience off so that it won't bug her but alas she couldn't.

"Answer me!" He swiveled his hips in such a way to hit her sweet spot.

Olivia moaned and he did it again, "yes!" She finally screamed.

It didn't take more than five more thrusts to push her over the edge, the tight grip that her walls placed around him caused him to also spill his essence soon after. They both stayed pressed against the wall tangled together.

After a few minutes, Olivia cleared her throat when he wasn't moving. His soften member still inside of her.

He finally relented and stepped away from her, easing her legs to the floor.

Olivia looked away from his penetrative eyes as she pulls her underwear and tights back up. Fitz does the same but he looks at her while he redressed.

"Can we talk now?"

"I can't, I have to get home so Abby can go home. It's already 12," she says, anxiously looking at her watch.

"Can I stop by later?" Fitz asked optimistically, thinking that things had somewhat changed since they had sex.

"I don't think that's a good idea, Fitz," she explains honestly.

Fitz runs his hands exasperatedly through his hair.

"Fine, whatever."

Olivia sighs, reaching out to touch his hands but he recoiled from her touch. The rejection stung.

Turning around to head out the door, she says, "Good night, Fitz. Don't forget to pick up JT, tomorrow morning."

"Never," he countered.

"Ok."

Olivia walked out the office and went to the keys rack to grab her car keys. All the way to the parking lot she chastised herself for what she did. She was so out of it that she didn't thought to freshen up in the bathroom; she had to settle with his fluid seeping out of her as she made her way home. She wanted to cry because she'd allowed herself to fall back into sin when she didn't want to but it was too good to resist. She just wanted to live a life that was glorifying to God.

Surprisingly she made it back to her apartment without a single tear shed. She thanked Abby for watching JT before rushing towards her bathroom to take a shower, in there was when she broke down. She cried her eyes out under the running shower. She was torn between loving a man with all of her heart and wanting to live a godly life. For years she thought she could've done both but that was impossible when you're unequally yoked. God knows she loved Fitz but he was on a different page than her. She wanted more from him but he wasn't willing or ready to give more.

Once she'd felt cried out, Olivia got out the shower, dried her skin, changed into a comfy pair of pajamas pants and white T-shirt before trekking into her son's bedroom. She kneels down at the side of his big boy bed with the guard rails up and smiles. Seeing him, a perfect mixture of her and Fitz always give her peace. He had his father's curly dark brown hair with her eyes that was a few shades lighter. His skin was the perfect shade of caramel that covered his chubby figure. He was the sweetest little baby she'd known but she could be bias. She strokes his hair gently and it causes her to smile from her heart. There wasn't anything she wouldn't do for him, she loved him with her entire being.

Feeling herself choke up, Olivia starts singing one of her favorite Sunday school songs. When life becomes overwhelming for her, she tries to think of the simpler days when the biggest decision was what she wanted to eat for lunch.

Jesus loves the little children

All the children of the world

Red and yellow, black and white

They're precious in his sight

Jesus loves the little children of the world

She sings this over and over until she feels a peace in her heart. Finally getting up, she presses a soft kiss to her son's forehead before making her way to her bedroom which was once hers and Fitz'. She closes her eyes and prays to the Lord for forgiveness before passing out into a deep slumber only to be woken up at 5:30 AM where the constant struggle to do the right thing exists.

A/N: So I have no business writing a new story/one shot because I'm a busy bee between working full time and school. This idea came to me when I ran into a hot trainer at my gym the other night (hehe). So after the idea came to mind I was like, hmm, let me put in that they have a child. And then I took it a step further and have Olivia be a pastor's kid. This story/one shot will definitely not be super religious because I'm not about that life. I'm a Christian (shocking? I know right, based off of some of the things I've written you may've not guessed so. HA! No judgments) anyways, I always wanted to write a story that portrays the struggle of being unequally yoked in a relationship. So many of us go through this in real life and the struggle is real. It happens in romantic relationships and in friendships. How can two walk together unless they agree?

Thoughts on Olivia throwing in the towel after five years of being together just because Fitz wouldn't put a ring on it? Can you relate to her? Do you want to see more of this or simply leave it as a one shot?

Leave those reviews. :). Also, don't forget my other stories. I'll update both tomorrow.

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