AN: Hey guys! How's your year going so far? Sticking to your resolutions? I didn't make any so there was nothing for me to stick to, lol. Scandal comes back on in a couple of days and I can honestly say that I'm not that excited. I wanted to get this done before it came on and zapped all my creativity. Anyways, I hope you enjoy part two.
"I am NOT walking down the aisle looking like a whale, Fitzgerald," Olivia nearly screamed as she paced back and forth.
Fitz wiped both hands down his face in an effort to gather himself. They had been having this same discussion for the past three days now and she wasn't relenting. "What happened to, 'I'm not having a baby without being married to you,'" Fitz mimicked in his best Olivia voice.
"Well that was before you knocked me up," Olivia huffed.
They were standing in her office, somewhere she went to escape him and this argument, and he followed her. She had one hand on her hip and the other was on her slightly rounded belly. She thought they were careful. In all the years they'd been having sex, she hadn't gotten pregnant. And they had lots of sex. And then bam, the wedding three months away, she was pregnant. She remembered the day she found out.
"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit," Olivia mumbled under her breath repeatedly.
It was three in the morning and she had just peed on five pregnancy tests and they all came back positive. She heard a creak come from the stairs and she cut the light off in the bathroom. She had been feeling funny for a few weeks and when her period didn't come, she knew right away what that meant. She knew Fitz would be ecstatic to find out she was pregnant, but she needed a second to cope first. Hence why she was in the downstairs guest room bathroom in the middle of the night. The footsteps came closer and closer and she seriously considered hiding in the shower.
"Livvie?"She heard Fitz call, his voice still groggy from sleep.
It sounded like he was in the hallway and she didn't think he'd come into the bathroom. He called her name once more before the footsteps faded and he went back to bed. Breathing a sigh of relief, she sat down on the closed toilet, putting a hand on her stomach. Before she even realized it, she was smiling, beaming really. There was life growing inside her. Part her, part Fitz. All perfect. And she couldn't be happier. She had let her insecurities about not having parents cloud what a blessing being pregnant was. For the briefest of minutes, she was terrified, scared to death of what being a mother entailed. But as the doubt faded away, she realized they had been dreaming of this since the second they met. Putting the lids on, she gathered all five sticks and headed upstairs.
She could see the light from their bedroom glowing and knew that Fitz was awake waiting for her. She hid her hands behind her back and walked into the room. He was sitting in one of the two arm chairs they had in there, his feet propped up on the ottoman. He was fiddling with his phone, probably trying to stay awake for her, and she thought he looked adorable. His hair was messy, his chest was bare and he yawned every two seconds. As soon as he saw her, a look of relief then a smile came across his face.
"Hey, where'd you go?" Fitz asked around another yawn.
"To the bathroom…downstairs," she answered and he furrowed his brow in confusion.
"Did the mix of burritos and ice cream upset your stomach?" he wondered, partly concerned and looking partly happy that she chose not to do her business in their bathroom.
"No, I was um…"instead of pushing the words out she went and sat in his lap, careful to keep the tests hidden. When she was comfortable in his lap, she presented test after test to him.
"Am I dreaming?" He asked, his voice uncertain. He shuffled back between the first and the fifth stick to make sure he was seeing things right. He even subtly pinched himself.
"No, this is real and I'm pregnant." She could see on his face that he was more than happy with the news.
He set the sticks down on the ground and then hugged her tight. One of his hands slipped down to cover her stomach and he looked down between them as if he could already feel a difference. "Just when I think life can't any better with you, it does."
"Why don't you admit the real reason you're postponing the wedding," Fitz said, narrowing his eyes and bringing her back to the present.
"Which is?" Olivia asked, throwing her hands up in frustration.
"You don't really want to marry me," he accused, pointing a finger in her direction.
"Are you kidding me right now? You have to be joking. I wouldn't have said yes if I didn't want to marry you." Olivia immediately regretted her last sentence because his response was quick.
"You agreed to marry Jake when you supposedly didn't have any intentions on marrying him. How do I know I am any different?" Fitz questioned.
"Well for one, I am pregnant with your child. For two, I am so madly in love with you that I can't even think straight half the time," Olivia told him, going to her laptop to look something up.
"You're going back to working while I'm trying to convince you to marry me. Wow, Olivia."
"You do not have to convince me to do something I already desperately want to do. All I said was I wanted to wait until after the baby was born so I could fit into a goddamn dress." Olivia was speaking slowly and through grit teeth to try and control her anger. Once she found what she was looking for online, she pulled her phone out.
"Olivia…what are you…?" Fitz stopped talking at her raised finger in the air.
"Hi, I'm Olivia Pope and I'm looking for Pastor Allen," she paused while the person on the other line spoke, "hi, yes, I'm looking to get married today… Yes today….as soon as possible…no there isn't going to be a huge ceremony, just me, my fiancé and a witness. Okay, see you soon. Thank you."
Fitz stood there flabbergasted at the conversation that had just taken place. He didn't think that she'd ever do something so rash. Most of him was elated, but a small part hoped she wasn't doing this to prove a point.
"The priest will be here in about an hour. Put on a suit or keep on what you have. It doesn't really matter. I figured Hal could be our witness, it's kind of fitting since he's seen almost all of our other private moments," Olivia spoke quickly, closing her laptop and moving past Fitz.
"Can you slow down for a second? What the hell just happened?" Fitz spoke, trying to catch up.
"You accused me of not wanting to marry you. What better way to fix that than to marry you? A real ceremony be damned," Olivia answered, putting her hands on her hips. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to get dressed because I refuse to get married in sweatpants."
She tried to get around him and to the steps, but he blocked her way. She tried to side step him, but he lightly grasped her arm to keep her in place. Before turning to face him, she rolled her eyes and let out a sigh.
"I don't want you to marry me like this, like you're just trying to prove a point," Fitz told her, his voice soft.
"I swear I'm damned if I do and damned if I don't. What do I have to do to prove to you that I am going nowhere? That I only want to be with you? Please tell me so that I can do it and we can just move on," she pleaded, a few tears stinging her eyes.
She knew that it had hurt him every time she left, and even now, after a year of really being together, he still doubted her. He was still waiting for the other shoe to drop. She had broken him, had crushed his heart and soul, and she honestly had no clue how to truly fix it. She thought that they were fine, that he finally trusted her again. But this obstacle in their way was proving how wrong she was. She didn't know that the ramifications of her actions would run this deep. She just wanted to be happy, wanted to make him happy, and would truly do anything to see that they were.
"I'm sorry," Fitz apologized, wrapping her up in his embrace. "We've never been this close to having it all before and I'm a little paranoid that it won't work out. I know that I said a while back that I could survive without you, and at the time, it was the truth. But after this year of being with you and only you, I don't think I can."
Olivia looked up at him and put both hands on either side of his face. She pulled him down so that she could kiss him soundly on the mouth. She nipped at his bottom lip and thrust her tongue into his mouth when he groaned. This kiss wasn't meant to distract him, but to drive home just how much she really loved him. "I am not going anywhere. I am going to marry you today and when the baby is born, we can do a big wedding with lots of people. Okay?"
"Okay," Fitz agreed, smiling down at her.
"Good, now go get dressed so that I can finally become Mrs. Olivia Pope- Grant." Olivia leaned back up to kiss him again.
"Fine, Mrs. Grant," Fitz emphasized the lack of her maiden name, "are you going to be this bossy when we're married an hour from now?"
"Yup, now hurry, we don't have much time."
An hour later, Fitz stood in their living room next to the pastor and Hal. He wanted to do the ceremony outside, but Olivia refused. It was February in Vermont after all, and the howling wind would freeze them to death. He relented to her rational reasoning and made do with what they had. He set a fire in the fire place and dimmed all the lights. He moved some of the furniture out of the way and lit candles to put in different places throughout the space. He wanted to set the mood similar to how it was when she first saw the house. He pressed the remote to turn on the sound system to a bluesy song and Olivia began to descend from the stairs.
She looked absolutely gorgeous.
Even with all of the white dresses she had, she chose to wear color. The red of her dress made the setting all the more romantic as the candle light flickered against her glowing skin. The dress clung to her body like a second skin and he could see that her back was completely exposed. It stopped just shy of her knees and he swore that he had never seen her look so beautiful. Her hair was braided on one side so that the rest flowed across her right shoulder in soft curls. The only makeup she had on was red lipstick that made Fitz lick his own lips at how kissable they looked. She finished the look with simple mascara and eye liner. In her hand, she held a single dead flower. At a closer look, he realized it was a rose. He had only given her a rose once in their entire relationship before he found out what her favorite flower was. The morning after they first made love, he had left her a single red rose and a note saying that he loved her. And she had kept it all this time.
He couldn't stop staring at her as she took step after step to get to him. Hal was recording it with his phone, as per Fitz's instructions, and he was happy that they'd get to view this later. As he watched her, Olivia watched him back. She was in awe at how handsome he looked. He wore a crisp white shirt with the top button undone, a grey tweed vest, and fitted black slacks. She noticed that he wore the cuff links she bought him a while ago and also had on his presidential pin. Even though he was no longer the president, it was still symbolic of their relationship. He had a slight part on the left side of his hair and had gelled his curls to perfection. God, she couldn't wait to marry him.
When she was finally in front of him, he gently put the flower into his vest pocket then held her hands in his. He gave them a reassuring squeeze and they turned to the pastor so he could marry them. They listened as he went through the preliminaries, silently urging him to speed it up. He must have sensed their impatience because he cut right to their vows. They repeated after the pastor until they got to the end and added a few words just for each other.
"I promise to spend a lifetime of one minutes loving you. You are everything; my air, my heartbeat, my sun, and my moon. I am so happy that you are marrying me," Fitz vowed, his throat tight with emotion.
"I didn't know what whole was until I met you. With this ring, I am showing that I will never leave you again; I can't. You are it for me. I love you so much." Olivia wanted to say more, but the tears were making it impossible to speak.
The rest of the ceremony fell on deaf ears. They only saw and heard each other. Before Pastor Allen could even finish the part about kissing the bride, Fitz's mouth was already on Olivia's. His hands cupped her cheeks as hers twined themselves behind his neck. He slanted his lips across hers so he could kiss her deeper. She moved her body against him in an almost indecent way as Hal and the Allen cleared their throats. They went on, undeterred until the need for oxygen won out. Even then, they barely pulled apart, nipping and pecking at each other's lips until finally putting space between them.
Before he left, Pastor Allen had them sign their marriage license to really make it official then left the happy couple to celebrate. Hal left quickly after that, telling Fitz that he would get him the video of the ceremony after some edits. This surprised Olivia, but she was too distracted with being a wife to think about Hal making them a real wedding video.
When the house was clear, Fitz picked Olivia up and carried her up the stairs to their bedroom. Her face was buried in his neck the entire time, leaving little kisses and bites as she eagerly awaited what was to come. He shuffled through their bedroom door, the space warm and inviting. He set her on the duvet lightly and stared at her in awe of how beautiful she looked. He turned away from her and went into the closet, much to Olivia's confusion. She sat up on her elbows and waited for him to return. We he came back, he had two velvet boxes in his hand.
"I wanted to keep something between just me and you today," Fitz said, coming closer and kneeling at the edge of the bed.
He opened the ring boxes and handed Olivia his ring and he kept hers. She held out her shaky hand and watched as he pulled off her engagement ring. He kissed the bare space before he slid on her rose gold band. He put her engagement back on and then held out his hand. She took her time, holding up his palm and looking at his bare ring finger for one last time. For so long, that finger held another woman's ring, a constant reminder that he wasn't hers. She had gotten used to feeling it when he touched her, then feeling it bare in the last year. And now, finally, it would be occupied again with a symbol that he was hers and only hers. She kissed his finger as well before sliding his band in place.
"Wow. I'm really your wife. Finally," Olivia awed, staring down at her finger.
"For the rest of our lives."
Smiling, she lifted her hands in the air signaling she was ready to be naked. He obliged, tugging on the hem of her dress until it was up and over her head. He marveled at each inch of brown flesh revealed. Since the dress was practically backless, she had gone without a bra. He ran a thumb over a rigid nipple and watched as she trembled. Absentmindedly, the dress was thrown to the ground and her fingers went to work on his clothes. She left open mouthed kisses on his abs, on his hip bones when she pulled his pants off. He openly stared at the midnight blue lace panties she had on, wondering if she was already wet for him.
When he was finally undressed, he told Olivia to scoot back on the bed. Climbing on, he moved over her body. She spread her legs for him and he fit between as if he had been specifically crafted to do so. He swooped in and took her mouth in a steamy kiss. He rubbed his cock against her covered core, feeling the wetness gathered there and it made his eyes cross. Olivia's nails dug into his shoulder blades and she could feel herself climbing closer just from the stimulation.
"Please," she whimpered, her head falling to the pillow.
His hands were everywhere but where she needed them the most. He tugged and flicked her nipples until they ached for him to suck them. He moved his warm palms to the very inside of her thighs, getting close, oh so close, but never close enough. Goosebumps had risen on her skin and she was anything but cold. Finally, with seemingly a flick of his wrists, he tore off her soaked panties. He pushed a thigh between hers and she almost found herself riding the hair roughened skin. She was desperate for relief by the time a lone finger found her clit. As he rubbed tortuous circles on the hard flesh, he angled himself for entrance into her slick portal.
He moved deliciously slow, making sure she felt each and every inch. She lifted her hips to help him, her mouth open on a silent cry. When he was all the way in, his pelvis rubbing against hers, he stayed and savored the moment. She quivered around him, her walls sucking him deeper. Fitz dropped his head to her shoulder, licking the skin there. He flexed his hips, barely pulling out to drive back in. Her legs hitched at his waist, opening herself up more for him.
"Oh god," she moaned as he thrust particularly hard.
Fitz stopped and Olivia nearly groaned in frustration. He silenced her when she sat up and settled his hands on her waist. "Ride me."
Those two words brought a devilish smirk to her face as she braced her hands on his shoulders. Up and down she went, riding him just the way he liked. Slow. She wound her hips for him, her head tossed back as he sucked on her neck. Moving her hands to his thighs, she leaned back so that her breast jutted out in front of him. Needing no further prompting, he took one in his mouth, his tongue swirling around the turgid tip. She was gasping for air when he bit down. She didn't know how much longer she would last as she repeatedly dropped down on him. His face was scrunched up in the way it was when he was close. She swore she could feel him all over, her fingertips tingling with the pleasure he gave her.
"Are you close for me?" He asked, his voice so deep she barely understood him.
She bit her lip and nodded her head, the throbbing at her core radiating out all the way to her toes. She couldn't even recognize the sounds she was making, her moans alternating between high pitched whimpers and deep bellied groans. She rode him faster, aching to get the orgasm that was sure to take her breath away. He could see her getting closer and thumbed her clit to push her over the edge. Her spine stiffened as she felt the pleasure wash over her in waves. Her eyes rolled and she couldn't even make a sound as her orgasm seized her. The pulsating tightening of her satin walls pushed Fitz over the edge.
He mumbled almost incoherent words of love and soothed her as she came down from her high. Sweaty and well worn out, she dropped back to the comforter. Fitz collapsed next to her and allowed himself a few minutes to recover. When he could feel his legs, he picked Olivia up and carried her to the shower to continue their wedding night celebration.
The next morning, Fitz and Olivia were still in bed, cuddled up together. She hadn't been able to wipe the smile off her face since the ceremony. Being his wife was more than a title. It was freedom. Some people thought that marriage meant the end of your freedom, but not for Olivia. She was now completely free to love him out in the open. She was finally not his mistress. Even during the last year of them being together, she still was having a hard time shedding the label. But she gladly traded that title for the one of wife last night. She was draped over Fitz's chest, her leg thrown over his. They had a blanket thrown over them in a haphazard way and he was lightly stroking her bare back. The beeping of his phone alerted him to that he had a message or an email.
Reluctantly, he moved away a bit so that he could reach his phone on the nightstand. Checking it, he saw that it was an email from Hal. It contained the video from last night and a little note saying he hoped he wasn't disturbing them with a winky face. Ever since Fitz left the White House he and Hal had become friends of sort. In the last year, he and Olivia had built an odd, but good relationship as well. Hal didn't talk much, but would come out with little quips every once in a while that would make them laugh. They invited him over for dinner on occasion and he even brought a date once. Tom had always been Fitz's right hand man, but since his betrayal and his life sentence in prison, Hal filled the role.
"Hal put the video together, would you like to watch it?" Fitz asked, already clicking on it.
"Of course," Olivia replied, sitting up on her elbows so she could see it better.
Music began to play, different than the music Olivia had walked out to, as the camera cataloged Fitz's every look. He was saying something to the pastor and smiling, looking every two seconds to the steps that Olivia had yet to come down. Hal had panned out to the setting and had even turned the camera to himself to give the briefest of smiles. Then Olivia's bridal walk song came on and Hal turned the camera to her. She wasn't looking anywhere but Fitz and they knew the house could've been on fire and they wouldn't have noticed. Hal even added some slow motion effects and then turned to catch Fitz's reaction. The music was cut during their personalized vows but returned during the long kiss. The video ended with a still of them staring at each other with all the love in the world.
They watched the video a couple more times before sending an email to Hal thanking him for the beautiful job he had done. Fitz then sent the video to Karen along with a long message explaining what happened and that there was still going to be another ceremony when the baby was born. Tossing the phone lightly towards the end of the bed, they reclined back and chatted about nothing in particular.
"So, when do you want to go on a honeymoon?" Fitz asked, thinking she'd say immediately.
"I'm in no rush. Plus the kids will be here soon enough for spring break. We can go after the other ceremony. I have a feeling we're going to need a break after the baby is born," Olivia said, sounding content.
"Ok. You do know that in a few days, news that we're married is going to spread," Fitz brought up.
"I do know that, and I also know that it's not really going to matter what other people have to say. Some will be for it, some will be against it. It doesn't really matter. You are no longer the president and public opinion isn't important. You are now what you've always wanted to be; a father and my husband ."
"One day I'll get used to falling in love with you over and over again," Fitz said softly, leaning down to kiss her.
"I hope not…"
Two months Later (Five months pregnant)
"Baaabbbyyy," Olivia whined, looking over at Fitz, "Are you awake?"
He didn't move which let her know that he wasn't. Undeterred, she reached a hand over and shook him. He groaned a bit, but otherwise stayed asleep. "Baaaabbbbyy."
Olivia shook a little harder with both hands now until Fitz finally opened his eyes. "Oh good, you're still up. I didn't want to wake you or anything."
Fitz looked at her sleepily and knew that whatever she wanted was going to force him from bed. He looked over at the clock and saw it was two forty-five in the morning. Sighing, he pushed some of the covers back and sat up, rubbing his eyes and trying to stay awake. "I wasn't awake, Liv. You woke me up. Is everything okay? Is the baby fine?"
"Depends on what your definition of fine is," Olivia said, trying her best to put on an innocent face.
"Why don't you just tell me what you need so that I can get it and we can go back to sleep," Fitz said, preparing to put his slippers on and go down to the kitchen.
"I want some white cheddar Cheez-its, not those nasty ass Cheese Nips like you got last time," Olivia said and when Fitz was about to cut in, continued, "and some Brookside chocolate covered pomegranate seeds."
Fitz remembered the last time she had a cheese cracker craving. He had gone to the store and picked up the first thing he saw, in this case Cheese Nips, and rushed home to try and satisfy his pregnant wife. When he presented her the snack, she looked at him like he had lost his mind. When he asked her what the problem was, she went down a long list on how these were not what she asked for and demanded he go back to the store. He tried to reason with her that they would do for the day, and that had been a mistake. Olivia then threw the box on the ground and stepped on it multiple times. She then proceeded to hand him the box, telling him she couldn't eat smashed crackers, and had him go and get her the right kind. Being a former president already made it difficult to go shopping, but being the former president with a temperamental pregnant wife made it damn near impossible. To this day, he still called to double check he got the right thing before checking out.
"Livi, you ate all the Cheez-its and pomegranates about three hours ago for your late night snack. Remember?" Fitz reminded her as gently as he could.
"I don't believe I asked you if I ate them all, Fitzgerald. I asked you to get me some."
"Olivia, it is nearly three in the morning. We live on the outskirts of a very small town in Vermont. There is no place open right now. We still have some of those cookies that you like downstairs, I can get you some of those instead."
"If I wanted cookies, I would've asked for cookies. Besides, I already did you the favor of looking up three gas stations that are indeed open and should have what I want," Olivia told him, handing him her phone with Yelp already pulled up.
"The closest one is thirty minutes away. There is no way…"
"You better get going now then if you plan on getting any sleep tonight because I swear I will keep you up until you leave."
He knew that she wasn't bluffing and huffed as he swung his legs over the bed. "You better be naked when I get back."
She whipped her head in his direction and looked at him like he was crazy. "That is not happening tonight, buddy boy."
The doctor had warned about a fluctuation in sexual appetite and boy was he right. The first few months were fine, they went along like they normally did. But the last month he was lucky if he even got a kiss. Her sex drive had all but disappeared and he couldn't wait until the baby was born so that things would go back to normal. He mumbled something along the lines of 'never getting you pregnant again' under his breath on the way out and he should've known she would hear him.
"What did you say? You said you want to sleep on the couch for the next week?" Olivia asked, her voice angry.
"No, I said I can't wait to go get you your snacks and come back and cuddle." Fitz said, feigning excitement while getting his phone out to call Hal.
"I thought so."
Almost an hour later, Fitz came back upstairs to their bedroom with her snacks. He had her crackers, her chocolate, and a cup of hot tea. Expecting her to be awake, he was pissed to find that she was passed out. He almost woke her up, but knew he'd never get any sleep if he did. He put the snack on her nightstand, knowing she'd likely wake up again, and climbed into his side of the bed. He had just gotten settled when Olivia reached and grabbed his hand. He took her cue and turned to spoon her. One of his palms splayed along her distended belly while the other ran through her hair.
"Love you," she mumbled in her half asleep state. Even the baby did a little kick of appreciation for him and Fitz smiled from ear to ear. No matter how much she was driving him crazy, he'd get up every five minutes if that meant that she and the baby were happy.
"I love you, too."
Two months Later (7 months pregnant)
Olivia walked into Fitz's office wearing nothing but one of his t-shirts. He had been on a conference call all morning with Lauren, who decided to stay on as his assistant, setting up speaking engagements and foundation work for the month. Olivia tried to leave them to it and give him space to work, but she was becoming needy. The lack of a sex drive had indeed been temporary and her hormones came back with a vengeance. She couldn't get enough. Initially Fitz had been cautious, limiting their interactions until the doctor cleared any and all activity as long as Olivia felt comfortable.
All day her skin was warm and her nipples had been drawn to tight tips. She tried to distract herself with light work and took a long bath to try and relax. It hadn't worked. Finally giving up, she went to his office. She stood in the doorway for a moment, rubbing one leg with the other before advancing towards his desk. Fitz looked up at her and removed his glasses but kept talking on the phone. Olivia pushed his laptop back and perched herself on the edge of the desk. Fitz leaned back in his seat as Olivia settled each foot on his armrests and opened herself up to him.
Hitting the speaker button on the phone dock, Olivia spoke to Lauren. "Fitz is going to have to get back to you later, Lauren." Before Lauren could even respond, Olivia ended the call and took the phone from Fitz to hang up.
"We were in the middle of a very important conversation, Livi," Fitz said, trying to sound disapproving but the base in his voice and the desire in his eyes just turned her on more.
"I know," Olivia purred, tugging her lip between her teeth and pulling the shirt up more. "Do you forgive me?"
"Mm, that depends," Fitz rumbled, sliding his hands slowly up her bare thighs.
"On what?"
"On how hard you come for me."
Olivia could feel her walls contract at his words. Fitz slid closer to the desk while Olivia pushed aside a few things so she could lay back. His warm hands went to her inner thighs, pushing them apart so that he could fit in between. His slow movements were driving her crazy. She was more than ready for him. When she was spread the way he liked, he tucked his hands under her ass and angled her for his consumption.
Immediately her back rose from the desk and she let out a stream of curses and moans. "I needed you…needed you. All day…"
She could feel him eat her harder, lick her faster. When he pushed his tongue in as far as it would go, she shattered. All day she had been on edge and it didn't take long to push her over. But he didn't stop. He kept going, eating his fill from the very core of her. She was sucking down air only to push it back out in screams. Olivia's cries filled the air and were no less than music to Fitz's ears. Her head dug into the wood of the desk as she tried remain coherent. Both of his hands were on her trembling thighs, keeping them apart for his ministrations. Only when she was close to blacking out did he stop.
Her reprieve was short lived. Just as soon as stopped, he stood straight and was filling her. Pulling her upright, she wrapped her legs around his waist as he fucked her. Her belly made it impossible to go as deep as he liked so he pulled her down and turned her around. Olivia perched on knee on the desk to open herself up more and he went incredibly deep. One of her hands anchored itself in his hair while the other clutched at the wood for added support. Fitz was all over her, there was not an inch of him that she didn't feel. He kept stroking, kept pushing, giving her exactly what she needed. He was close, she could tell by the filthy things he was groaning in her ear. She pushed back against him harder, whispered back all the nasty things she wanted him to do to her. Almost catching her off guard, her orgasm hit her. She felt him explode inside of her and that just kept her climax going. Finally it ended, leaving both of them breathless.
Fitz could see she was having trouble standing so he turned her and lifted her onto the desk. He took out tissues from his desk and cleaned his wife up. Olivia was still splayed over his desk, her chest rising and falling with deep breaths. He pulled her shirt back down and helped her back up. She hopped off the desk, her legs still wobbly, and went and sat on the couch that lined the wall. Fitz sat next to her, pulling her feet in his lap to massage them.
"An orgasm and a massage? I just might keep you," Olivia joked, still breathless.
"An orgasm? I believe there was more than one," Fitz joked back, his eyebrow quirked.
"You are correct, sir. Thank you, I needed that. Lately, I've just been so damn horny. Pregnancy is a bitch and a half," Olivia sighed, rubbing her belly.
"I'll take horny Olivia over celibate-nun Olivia any day," Fitz laughed, remembering that not too long ago she couldn't stand to be touched.
"I'm sure you would. Anyways, when are the kids coming for the summer, again?" Olivia wondered, her brain still not working yet.
"Um, on Wednesday, so two days from now," Fitz reminded her and was a little perplexed at Olivia's less than enthusiastic look. "You don't want them to come?"
"No, of course I want them to come. I love when they visit," she reassured him but still sounded off.
"So what is it?"
Olivia hesitated for a minute, but then answered, "this is going to sound selfish, but with them here, we can't really have as much, um, adult time as we have been."
Fitz started laughing, feeling her pain. "I know, baby. But when they go to bed, it's just you and me. And we will still have date nights and quickies in the pantry when they aren't paying attention."
"Promise?" Olivia asked, feeling her body heat up at the memory of the last time they were in the pantry.
"Promise. Plus, who knows, maybe you'll become celibate nun Livi again," Fitz mentioned, leaning in to kiss her neck.
"I'll settle for normal, once a day Olivia," she said, climbing onto Fitz's lap for round two.
"On second thought, maybe this Olivia should stay way after the pregnancy…"
Two days later, Olivia, Fitz and the kids were piled in the SUV heading back to the house from the airport. Teddy chattered the whole way home about the clouds he saw on the airplane. He flitted between one subject to the next, never really finishing a thought. Mellie had mentioned it to Fitz that he may have some attention deficit problems and Fitz wondered if it had anything to do with the fact she induced labor early. According to his doctor, it might just be his age and the fact he was very active but they were still going to keep an eye on him. He wasn't doing poorly in school but his teacher did mention that he got sidetracked often. Fitz decided that he'd take him to a pediatrician here just to be sure.
Karen, on the other hand, was having the opposite problem. She was going through her moody teenage phase where very few things garnered her attention. Since Gerry's death, they had put her in therapy and Fitz could see that she was making progress. When she was with him, although she spent the majority of her time on her phone, she wasn't as down as she had been. She was in her first year of college at USC but had mentioned transferring to somewhere in the Boston area so she could be closer to her father and Olivia. She had only mentioned it once and they curious if she still felt that way.
"So Karen, are you going back to USC in the fall or are you staying on the East coast?" Fitz asked.
Karen looked up from her phone and smiled brightly. "I was going to wait till later and surprise you guys, but I got my acceptance letter from Harvard a couple of days ago. I am officially a Harvard girl."
Fitz and Olivia both erupted in cheers, Fitz honking his horn several times in celebration. "We are so proud of you Karen," Olivia beamed, reaching her hand back for a high five.
"Thanks, Liv. I thought for a while there that I wasn't going to get in, but I'm happy I did. I really like being on the East coast and near you guys. With Mom running for office in D.C soon, Teddy will be here anyways and I don't want to be in California by myself."
"Your mom is running for public office?" Fitz asked, this being the first he heard of it. He knew that it was always a possibility, but hadn't thought she'd do it so soon.
"Mmhm, senate I think. She had some sort of city council title back in Santa Barbara and wants to do more," Karen informed them.
"Well good for her," Olivia said, wishing the best for Mellie.
"I agree. Olivia and I have a surprise of our own," Fitz began.
"You guys are having a baby?" Karen guessed, joking sarcastically.
"How did you know?" Olivia played along. "Obviously, I am pregnant," she laughed, palming her stomach, "but we are finding out the sex of the baby today. We wanted to wait so we could share the experience with you guys.
"What do you think it is, Kar?" Fitz asked.
"I really hope it's a girl, I think she'd be so cute," Karen answered, smiling at the thought of a sister.
"What about you Teddy bear?" Fitz asked his son.
"Um, I think it's going to be a robot," he answered seriously.
"I don't think I'm pregnant with a robot," Olivia responded, laughing at his answer.
"Oh, well I guess a boy would be just as cool. What about you Liv and Daddy?"
"I think it's a girl," Olivia said at the same time Fitz said it was a boy.
"That is definitely Butch P.G Grant in there," Fitz remarked, confident in himself.
"P.G? What does that stand for? Patrick Gregory?" Karen wondered, confused about the name.
"Yes, Fitz. Tell your daughter what P.G stands for," Olivia goaded, rolling her eyes.
"Pain-Giver. It was one word, but Olivia didn't like that so I decided to hyphenate."
"Butch Pain- Giver Grant…are you serious?" Karen questioned, looking dumbfounded.
"I like it, Daddy," Teddy piped in.
"Thanks buddy," Fitz smiled and reached back for a high five.
An hour after they arrived at the house, the obstetrician came with his equipment for an in home sonogram. They set Olivia up on the downstairs couch and everyone gathered around. Fitz sat beside her, her head in his lap and her hand in his. Karen and Teddy gathered close on the floor, both entranced as the doctor put the blue jelly on Olivia stomach. He put the wand to her belly and moved it around a bit before the picture came in clear on the screen. It was the more high-tech machine that was 3D so they could actually make out the features of their baby. Fitz swore the baby had Olivia nose and lips. Olivia said the baby had his ears and head shape. But what they really wanted to know was the sex. The doctor moved the wand again until he had the answer.
"Well folks, it looks like you're having…drum roll please…a little girl. Congratulations," he said and everyone cheered.
"I told you," Olivia gloated but leaned up for a kiss anyways.
"Don't brag too much, Mrs. Grant, I still get to name her," Fitz mumbled against her lips before claiming them.
It took effort on both of their parts to remember they were not alone. After a few more kisses, they pulled apart. Olivia and Karen started talking about how they couldn't wait to go shopping while Fitz talked to Teddy about beating up any guy that came near his little sister. The doctor packed up his equipment and after asking Olivia some routine questions, went on his way.
"I say we go out for a celebratory dinner," Fitz said to which everyone agreed.
Later that night in bed, Olivia laid against Fitz's bare, sweaty chest. They had just engaged in some adult time and Olivia was fighting to keep her eyes open. In the later stages of her pregnancy she didn't have as much energy as she used to, but she was fine with that. Fitz stroked her back lazily and Olivia could almost hear him thinking. Gathering the last of her energy, she turned to look at him and asked him what was wrong.
"I think we should go for primary custody of Teddy," Fitz said seemingly out of the blue.
When the divorce had been finalized, Fitz had decided against filing for custody for Teddy for two reasons. The first was that he knew how hard Gerry's death had been on Mellie. He knew that she felt guilty for not being more of a part of his life and didn't want to be responsible for taking a second son away from her. The second reason was because he knew Teddy needed to know his mother. He didn't want him growing up with any sort of complexes and had made Mellie promise that she would care for him with no nannies at least the first few years after the divorce. He knew that she wouldn't be able to care for Teddy full time running for, and likely obtaining, a senate position. He didn't want his son to feel abandoned and refused to let others raise him while Mellie pursued her dreams.
"So we would basically switch the visitation schedule? Teddy would live here and during holidays and vacations stay with Mellie?" Olivia asked, thinking it was a good idea.
"Yes. I don't want to persecute Mellie as a mother. She's been through a lot and I know she loves the kids. She's not a bad person, but I think she needs something for herself, something to be proud of. She needs to be validated as more than just a wife and mother and I can respect that. I will support her career, but I will not have Teddy be cast aside like Karen and Gerry were," Fitz said passionately.
"I agree. And if I were being completely honest, I'd say that Mellie would agree too. I don't think she's going to fight you on this. Not when it is solely in the best interest of Teddy. Especially since you're not going for sole custody. It's still early enough in California that she'll be awake, why don't you call her," Olivia suggested.
Fitz heeded her advice and reached for the phone. After an hour conversation, they had come to an agreement. Teddy would live with Fitz and Olivia for the majority of time but Mellie wanted a weekend a month and for all parenting decisions to be ran by her first. Fitz knew the last part was in regards to Olivia, but agreed nonetheless. She also wanted a month before she brought him back to Vermont. Mellie recognized that she wouldn't be able to be the parent Teddy needed with her running for office. She also begrudgingly admitted that he should be with his father instead of a nanny. With Mellie moving back to D.C, it wouldn't be that difficult to fly to Vermont or have Teddy fly to her for a weekend. He actually liked that she added that stipulation. She and Teddy had bonded quite a bit during their time together. Mellie facetimed every night to talk to him and Karen. She would read Teddy a story until he fell asleep and would call first thing in the morning to wish them well in their day. Divorced Mellie was different, freer, and she was doing her best to become her own, better person.
"Well that was easier than I thought it was going to be," Fitz sighed in relief when he hung up.
"Mmhm, can we go to sleep now?" Olivia yawned.
That morning they sat Teddy down, with Mellie tuning in on facetime, and explained to him that he'd be living with them full time. He was a little sad for a while and left the room to talk to Mellie privately. When he came back, he was all smiles, really excited about his soon to be role of big brother. Fitz thanked Mellie for her support. Karen was a little surprised but was pleased by the decision. She had seen her parents tear each other apart all in the name of power and was happy that they were on the same page.
"Can we play hide and seek?" Teddy asked, previous feelings replaced by wanting to play.
"I'm not too sure how many places I can hide with this tummy," Olivia pointed to her baby bump.
"You can think of a place because you're super smart," Teddy said and that won Olivia over. "Okay, I'll be it. You, Daddy, and Karen go hide," he continued and before anyone could say anything, he ran off to count.
"We better go hide then," Fitz said, looking at the women in his life.
"No rush, Dad. One, Teddy takes forever to count, and two, he is a terrible seeker. He gets distracted and forgets," Karen told them before turning to look for her own place to hide.
Fitz just shrugged and decided to still humor his son. He moved towards the hallway of guest rooms and Olivia trailed behind him. "Get your own place to hide, Grant," Fitz teased his wife.
"Contrary to what Teddy says, I'm a terrible hider." Olivia continued to trail behind Fitz.
It was on the tip of his tongue to mention the fact that she was pretty good at disappearing, but that was the past and no longer mattered. He just nodded his head and took her hand. Putting a finger to his lips to signal her to be quiet, he led them into the last guestroom. They never really had guests so they often forgot that the last room was there. They thought it would be the perfect place to hide, especially since the linen closet in the bathroom was big enough for them both to fit in. Fitz closed them inside and he and Olivia waited for Teddy to come and find them.
It was taking longer than they expected and after six or seven minutes, they sat on the ground. "This kind of reminds me of that time in the pantry that one time they were here to visit," Olivia mentioned.
"Mm, except there isn't any jam for me to lick off of you this time," Fitz smirked.
"You're so bad," Olivia smirked back, scooting to sit closer to him. He just smiled back but dropped the subject.
"I didn't really ask if you were okay with Teddy living here. With the new baby and Teddy possibly having ADHD, I don't want to overwhelm you," Fitz said, looking for her blessing on this.
Olivia moved and straddled his lap. She put on hands on his face to make sure he heard her. "I have no problem with Teddy living here. I love him and I know this is something you need to do. If anything, it makes me love and respect you more for putting your son first."
"Thank you. You don't know how much it means to me to have your support."
"You will always have my support."
"So that means I have your support on throwing in the towel on this hide and seek game? Its been fifteen minutes," Fitz said, standing up and hearing his bones creak.
"Wholeheartedly," Olivia wheezed as Fitz helped her up.
Two Months Later (9 months pregnant, due date)
"I really fucking hate you," Olivia sneered at Fitz as another contraction hit her. She was already squeezing the life out of his hand and he was having a time trying not to wince and not to laugh at her antics.
"I love you, too, baby," Fitz smiled, trying to keep both laughter and physical pain from his voice. She saw right through him.
"I'm happy you find this so goddamn funny, Fitzgerald. I really am. Instead of laughing, how about you go get the doctor. I want a C-section. Stat," Olivia grit out, thinking her use of medical jargon would make him move faster.
"He's not going to give you a C-section, Livi, you know that," Fitz said, hating that she was in so much pain.
"You did this to me. You did. You just had to stick your penis into me and get me pregnant. And now you get to just watch while I do all the hard work. MEN," Olivia said, shaking her head. "At least tell them I want the epidural now."
"Livi, we agreed that we would do this naturally, remember," Fitz said as gently as he could.
"WE?! This is not a team effort. I am the one pushing a baby out of a hole that, up until now, the most substantial thing that's been in it is a tampon. So spare me the we bullshit, Fitzgerald, and get me the doctor."
"Um, I think I'm just a bit bigger than a tampon and we both know that I've been insid…."he trailed off at the deadly look she gave him. "Right, doctor, on it. Stat," he said then left the room in a hurry.
An hour later, Olivia was resting comfortably, the pain almost forgotten with the injection of the medicine. All she felt now was pressure as the contractions continued to hit. She was pretty far dilated so they knew it wouldn't be long until the baby was born. The anticipation was running high. Teddy was with Mellie for their last full month together until his next holiday and Karen was getting settled in her new apartment in Cambridge. Mellie promised to bring Teddy the next day and Karen said she'd hit the road later that evening when traffic died down. As much as they would've loved for the kids to be there, they were happy that they'd get to experience this with just them…and Hal who was posted outside.
"Fitz," Olivia said, looking up at him. He had squeezed into the bed with her upon her request and she cuddled up to him. "I'm sorry about earlier. That pain was no joke. I was definitely not prepared."
"It's okay, baby," Fitz laughed, "I would've been worried if you didn't cuss me out."
"And you're right, you are bigger than a tampon. Much bigger." Olivia consoled, patting his chest for good measure. "I was just trying to hurt your feelings so I wasn't the only one in agony."
"Sorry to say, but you didn't hurt my feelings. That's impossible seeing as how every time we go out at it you're screaming how big I am, how you almost can't take it, how..."
"Alright, alright," Olivia interrupted, placing her fingers over his mouth, "that's how we got into this mess in the first place, you talking like that."
"I think it had more to do with actions rather than words, but okay."
Before Olivia could respond, the doctor walked in holding his chart. He greeted them before putting on his gloves. Fitz got off the bed while the doctor looked at the monitors and then moved between Olivia's legs. He would be lying if he said he was completely comfortable with this man looking at his wife's anatomy, but figured he could make a concession since he was a doctor.
"Well, looks like it's time to push, Mrs. Grant. You're fully dilated and I can feel the crown of the baby's head."
Fitz immediately went to her side as the doctor went to get a couple of nurses. Hal came in the room to do his job of assigned videographer. Before they knew it, Olivia was pushing. Fitz held her hand the entire time, stretching to watch as the baby's head was revealed. Olivia's face contorted in effort and she breathed in and out as she did what her body was designed to do. And in ten minutes, a beautiful baby girl was brought into the world. The doctors and nurses congratulated them as both she and Fitz cried. Even Hal discreetly wiped away a few tears. Fitz carefully cut the cord, trying to steady his shaky hand as he stared at his fourth child. Before taking the baby to away, the doctor propped her up on Olivia's chest. Even with all the baby goo coating her little body, Olivia thought she was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. The baby had stopped crying when Olivia brought a finger up to stroke her little chest. Her heart constricted and the amount of love she felt so sudden was reminiscent to how she felt when she saw her husband for the first time. This little being was her world, hers and Fitz's, and she vowed to love her with all her might.
"She's absolutely, Livi, looks just like you," Fitz said as he went to watch the nurses clean and weigh the baby after they took her away from Olivia.
Hal hovered close by, capturing everything on his trusty camera. When the nurse had the baby swaddled in her pink blanket and cap, they handed the little bundle to Fitz. Ever so carefully he held her. He rocked her a little as he studied her features, noting that she did indeed look like Olivia but had his nose. Her skin was pale but would likely darken to a peanuty color. She was perfect. He couldn't wait until she opened her eyes and he could what color they were.
The baby started to open and close her mouth, signaling she was hungry and Fitz brought her to her mother. Immediately Olivia let down her gown and the nurse came over to give her some instructions on how to get the baby to latch. She was a natural and soon after she was placed in her arms, the baby was happily eating, completely unaware to the spectators staring at her in awe.
"So, have you chosen a name?" Hal asked, speaking for the first time. "I like Halina, personally."
Fitz chuckled softly at the joke. "Actually, I have. Everyone, meet Sullin Rose Grant."
"Fitz…" Olivia gasped, looking up at him for a brief second before looking back at Sullin.
"You don't like it?" Fitz asked, a little disappointed but willing to compromise on something else.
"No, baby, I love it. It's absolutely beautiful," Olivia assured him then spoke to their daughter. "Hi Sullie, happy birthday."
Upon hearing her name and subsequent nickname, Sullin opened her eyes for the first time, revealing a pair that were a hazel mix of her father's blue and her mother's brown.
For the next few hours, Fitz and Olivia alternated between holding her and napping. They facetimed both Karen and Teddy, Karen crying upon seeing her sister and Teddy determining that she would sleep in his bed with him when he got back. Hal sheepishly spoke up and requested to hold the baby, putting his camera down to do so. Fitz nestled her in his arms and watched as he awkwardly held her. After a couple of minutes he got the hang of it and began to coo to her, telling her the story of how her parents met. Albeit the PG version that didn't include most of the nonsense that happened in between.
One year later (Sullin's first birthday)
The late summer breeze cooled down the partygoers in the Grants' backyard. Sullin's first birthday was an event to remember. Everyone that mattered to them showed up. Cyrus and Ella came, along with Cyrus' new boyfriend. The end of the Grant administration also brought about the end of his second marriage. There was no harsh feelings and things ended on good terms. He was now dating a fellow Yale professor, having taken the job as both professor and Dean of students after the presidency. This man was good for Cyrus and Fitz and Olivia were happy to see him happy.
Abby and David came. They had worked things out finally and were set to get married before the end of the year. It took some work for Abby and Olivia to get their friendship back on track, but they had. Abby had come to visit quite a few times, loving seeing her friend happy. It also helped that her niece was the most precious baby in the whole world. Throughout the day, Olivia kept pestering Abby on when she was going to get knocked up and each time Abby playfully deflected the question. But Olivia could see that her friend was ready and hoped it wouldn't be long. David had bought Sullin a little white hat as a birthday gift, placing it on her head and telling her that she righted all of Olivia's wrongs. Even though the meaning was lost on Sullin, Olivia couldn't help but smile as she agreed.
Huck and Quinn came, as a couple. They were odd together but something about them just worked. Quinn still had some qualms about Olivia but supported her and happily took on a bigger role at work in her absence. Huck had worked things out with Javi and his ex-wife. He explained to his son that there was a lot he couldn't tell him but that his job had been really dangerous. Once getting over the initial shock, he thought it was really cool that his dad was a top super-secret spy. His ex-wife came to accept that he was telling the truth though she still couldn't wrap her mind around it. They had become friends, best friends of sorts, falling back into the relationship they once had without the romance. Early on they tried again, but there was just too much of him missing and he thought it unfair to her. But Quinn understood and they made it work between them.
Of course Teddy and Karen came. The two often fought over who Sullin liked most. Teddy claimed it was him because he lived with her- something that was going exceedingly well. Fitz and Olivia got him into a few programs for his ADHD and he was doing soccer in the fall to keep him occupied. Karen claimed that she was Sullin's favorite because she only got to see her on occasion which made her all the more special. Her life at Harvard was good. She had friends and even a boyfriend; one that actually respected her and her body. In the end, they agreed that she loved them both equally. Even Mellie came. It was her weekend with Teddy, but she truly wanted to be there regardless. She brought a date along with her, a lawyer she had met in D.C. They had been seeing each other for a few months and she finally felt comfortable enough to introduce him to Fitz and Karen. Teddy had already met him and Olivia had gone against him on a case once; she won of course. But he was a nice guy and exactly what Mellie needed. And in a surprising twist, she and Olivia had developed a relationship of sorts. It was three steps ahead of cordial but three steps away from acquaintances. It was an odd sight to see them laughing with each other, but something everyone was getting used to. Without the power struggle between them, it was easier to like each other.
Of course Hal was there, date in tow. She was a nice lady and if Hal were capable of showing emotion consistently, then it would be obvious he cared for her. But a few times he held her hand, which Olivia and Fitz agreed was the equivalence of him having sex in public. They decided he must really like her. Underneath it all, Hal was a big softy. He was putty in Sullin's hands and would interact with her when he thought no one was looking. Olivia and Fitz had discussed letting him go so they could actually be friends without work in the way, but decided against it. They trusted him and wouldn't want anyone else in charge of the small team guarding their family.
Olivia smiled to herself as she thought about the last time they had all been together like this. It was during their wedding that had been off the coast of Chile. There was a small resort of bungalows, the owner of the island renting it out specifically for wedding parties. Everyone got their own bungalow that was just steps away from the crystal clear ocean. It was tropical and lush and was nothing short of paradise. They had initially planned on doing something that included D.C's political scene, but ended up not doing that. They decided that having a bunch of people they couldn't care less about wasn't important. Instead, their closest friends and families, a few of Fitz's cousins and Navy buddies coming, were exactly enough. They had set up a white tent on the beach and danced the night away, gorging themselves on seafood, good wine, and happiness. At the end of the evening, with their sleepy three month old in her lap, Olivia admitted that she loved the fact they got married on a practically deserted island. She told Fitz there was no sunlight without him, no warmth, no love, no life, nothing. Without him, she wouldn't have Sullin and all the joys that accompanied being his wife and a mother.
Now, as she sat on his lap and watched Teddy tote around his sister, she could really take a look at what her life had become. She honestly didn't think she'd ever get to this place of peace and happiness until two years ago. Her life was a well- deserved dream come true with the man that she loved with her entire being. Sensing her sinking into her feelings, Fitz brought her closer to him. Olivia looked down at him, smiling before kissing him deeply.
"Hey now, this is a little kid's birthday," Mellie said with good humor, interrupting them.
Olivia stopped for a brief second, slightly surprised by her joking tone and still getting used to their new relationship. She turned back to Fitz, kissing him again and telling him that she loved him. "So you know when you said that you would never get me pregnant again all those time when I was carrying Sullie?"
"Mmmmmhhhhmmmm…" Fitz hummed, squinting his eyes to try and see what she was getting at.
"Well turns out you did and I'm pregnant," Olivia said quickly. "So you should stock up on the Cheez-its now."
A bright smile came across his face and he said the exact same thing he said when he found out she was pregnant with Sullin, meaning it with his whole heart. "Just when I think life can't any better with you, it does…"
AN: Hello again, I hope you leave me a review telling me what you thought. I had time today because of the weather (if you were affected by the blizzard as well, I hope you stayed warm) so I figured I'd finish this up. Also tell me what you think is going to happen when Scandal resumes, I curious about your theories. Anyways, until the next time I decide to post something...
Thanks for reading :)