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A/N "OK, mind cleanse! DON'T expect logic, I'm not built for it. I just dream. But DO feel free to tweet me your sense & sensibilities;) " -Red scandal_redhot
"Yes!"
"No!"
Sitting behind her, legs propped up on the couch, he continues to plant soft kisses on her neck. She exhales and leans into him, keeping her eyes fixed on the crackling fire.
"It'll be fine," he insists.
"Three weeks, Fitz! She's coming in three weeks! I don't want to risk it."
He smiles and instinctively reaches for her huge belly. With the hope of persuading her, he gently rubs her belly while nibbling on her ear.
"It won't hurt the baby, Liv. I looked it up!"
"Ha! Don't believe everything you read on the internet... my love," she adds sarcastically.
"I'm offended! I have a whole library!" he reminds her.
She throws her hands up in the air, "Incredible! Perhaps the first sitting President to have one in his name! Those Djiboutans really love you. A couple of hours stranded in that tiny city of... what was it again?"
He rolls his eyes because he knows she knows the name of that tiny city. Her mind was sharp. She remembered everything! It scared him a little.
"Galafi..." he drawls.
"That's right. And they're naming libraries after you? What will happen when you leave office in six months? What will they do? Erect statues in your name?"
Determined to stick to the subject at hand, he lasciviously whispers in her ear, "Make jam."
She snickers and it takes all her strength to turn around to face him. She looks as though she might slap him but she surprises him by lunging for his lips. When she finally releases him, she pats his cheek and firmly asserts, "NO!"
"Oh c'mon! It'll help with the discomfort too. I promise you. Dr. Leibowitz says..."
"You asked her?!" she interjects.
"I had to!" he nods.
She's both speechless and amused. He jumps on the opportunity to convince her once and for all.
"...how, where, and in what positions... all of it!" He grabs her hand and deliberately caresses her palm. "Don't you trust me? Let me love you, Livvie."
He holds her chin up to him and when their eyes lock, she's completely lost to the heat building up within her. The doctor had advised they shy away from sex due to a difficult third trimester...antepartum hemorrhaging. They discovered she was anaemic and Fitz had been such a pain in the ass about her iron supplements. A sweet pain in the ass, but it had been a month and it honestly felt like an eternity. She wanted him too, just as much as he wanted her, if not more! Pregnancy hormones! It felt like she was on steroids. What was she so scared of anyway? Dr. Leibowitz had given them the green light three days ago. And Fitz would take care of her. He always did! Everything inside of her is burning for him. To feel the full strength of his masculinity thrusting deeper and deeper into her. As she clings onto his curls, begging him not to stop. His hands skillfully finding their way to her center and her heart pounding with each caress. Until her head is as full as her heart. Her entire body encapsulated in ardent flames and oozing lave, her only deliverance, assured eruption. The mere thought saturates her with desire and before she allows her fears to get the best of her, she takes his hand and moves it to her breast. He squeezes...hard...reveling in it's new found plumpness. She cries out in ecstatic agony as he frantically takes off her clothes...
Some thirty minutes later they're both on the floor, leaning against the couch, panting and sweating as though it weren't raining ice outside. Holding hands, they gaze at each other and grin.
"Wow!"
"Wow!"
"I mean, before it was...and then it was...now it's..."
He nods in agreement, "pregnancy sex is..."
"...deserving of it's hype," she completes.
"Of course you've already experienced it, three times," she adds jealously.
He shakes his head nonchalantly. "Never this pregnant; and actually, she wouldn't let me touch her." Olivia is strangely delighted and sickened all at once. Some things were simply inexplicable. For example, how any woman could look at this man by her side and not want to...
"Wanna go again?"
He immediately buries himself in her bosom letting her know she didn't have to ask twice. They make love and discuss life after the White House until the baby is kicking for a very different kind of sustenance.
It is 9 o'clock at night and Olivia slowly walks into the kitchen where Fitz is seasoning two pieces of fresh salmon. She suddenly looks wan and exhausted. When he sees her struggling to walk he immediately runs to her side.
"Are you o'kay? Is it the baby?"
"This baby is going to kill my bladder!" she jokes. Nonetheless, he can see pain through her smile and insists she rest on the couch while he whips up something fast. Throughout dinner she's restless and just picks at her food. He is resolute that they head upstairs to sleep but she convinces him to snuggle by the couch for a while. Although he's suspicious that it is because she has little strength to walk up the stairs. He relents, and rubs her feet, more in an effort to ease his own worries than soothe her discomfort. He's alarmed when she jolts up in agony. She's holding her stomach and the excruciating pain is evident on her fragile-looking face. He's panicked, unsure of what to do... waiting for a signal from her.
"Fitz, I think the baby is coming..." she manages.