Hello my darlings. Long time no see especially for this story.

When we left our happy engaged couple, they had just consummated their relationship. It was hot and sweet. This chapter picks up the next morning. No time jump.

A little Olitz Morning After is needed. ;-)

Enjoy and please drop some #PumpkinSpice on your way out.

Thank you for reading…Me's

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Chapter 4: This Day (Valentine's Day) Was a Fairy Tale…

"I went to sleep last night with a smile because I knew I'd be dreaming of you. But when I woke up this morning with a smile because you weren't a dream."

Breaking Dawn (next morning)…

The light and warmth of the sun stirs Fitz out his slumber. As his eyes take in his surroundings, Olivia's warm naked body next to his automatically brings his new reality crashing into him like a tidal wave. He's no longer a "single man" living in the White House.

He's engaged.

To be married.

To the Love of his Life.

His Livy – Olivia Pope.

His eyes fixate on her sleeping form. She's on her stomach with her arms snuggling his pillow. Her beautiful dark brown hair in total disarray from the night before. Stray curls have fallen covering face. There's a slight smile as she sleeps peacefully in their bed.

He lays on his side to face her fully careful not to stir her. "God you are so beautiful," he murmurs taking her in.

"My Angel," he sighs lifting her hair dropping it onto his pillow.

It is then he sees HIS grandmother's ring. It sparkles under the sun's rays piercing into the bedroom. Tears form in his blue eyes. Not sad but happy ones.

"She did say yes," he coos to himself. "This incredible woman is really going to marry me." His hand sprawls out on the top of her head.

"Fitz," she sighs deeply asleep. He wore her out last night. Three times they made love unable to stop their souls and bodies wanting to join becoming one. She swore if the Secret Service came in because of her screaming, they'd be no more sex until the wedding night. Thankfully Fitz assured her they knew to stay away from the floor last night.

Even now he desires her. He can't help it. Visions of thrusting in and out of her all night flooded his dreams. Now's he's painfully hard aching to make love to her the rest of the day. He will not share her with anyone until he must. He wants them to enjoy their time alone and naked, learning each other's needs and desires before the outside world bursts in ruining their perfect little bubble.

He needs to touch her – to be as close as possible.

He shifts his position in the bed to place his entire body on top of hers. With his chest pressed onto her back, he lays on top of her. His hands locate hers joining them together. He nudges her legs open permitting his now hard shaft to fall between stopping just outside her lower shaved lips.

"Sweetheart," he purrs deeply into her ear circling his hips.

No response.

"Olivia," he whispers into her ear – this time drawing her ear lobe into his mouth. His hot breath flows into her ear canal. Still nothing. She moves not a muscle.

He raises his lips. He removes the hair from her bare shoulder closest to her ear. "Liv," he coos kissing her softly using only the tips of his lips. He trails his kisses from one shoulder to the next. She still does not move.

"Dang what did I do to you," he half curses himself out loud.

His mouth trails lingering kisses down her spine all over her back. He's a man on a mission. He sits up partially noting the goosebumps forming on her back. He smirks. He continues his path to her tailbone stopping when he's over her perfect bottom. He finally can get a look at it – at her.

"Dammit I love your ass," he growls trailing his kisses from one shoulder to the next. She still does not move.

Finally a low rumble escapes her mouth. Fitz smirks. His hands press harder into her lower back muscles remembering how she rode him last night. He had never been so turned on watching her with unhindered passion. His hands, lips kissed and touched her everywhere he could as she continually took him over the edge.

When his hands grabbed her ass, changing the angle of her thrusts, she lost it. She exploded, coating him fully. Even then she kept pounding onto him until she was sure he was finished. When she collapsed and gazed into his dark blue eyes, she was on a cloud.

The only words they could utter to each other was "Wow."

Her moans grow loader returning him to the present. It's working.

"Livy," he leans into her. "Wake up," he beseeches.

"Ah uh," she whimpers into his pillow. "I don't wanna…,"

He chuckles. He places his bare chest on her back linking their hands together. She brings them under her body pressed up into her chest. His face is just over hers.

"The suns up Livy," he sighs blissfully.

"And so are you," she answers flexing her bottom and lower lips. It excites him.

"Didn't you know," he quips kissing her face. "He's always up and ready to go before I am." She smirks. "The question is…are you?"

"Ready for what?" She shifts her weight underneath him spreading her legs further. "Are we going somewhere because last time I checked you planned on keeping me in bed all day – naked," she adds swirling her hips into him. He's dripping with excitement. "If I remember Mr. President, you didn't want to share…Fitz!"

He enters her without warning. She stretches quickly to accommodate his girth and length. They have not had sex in this position yet. Instantly her walls within her channel moisten with her essence coaxing him to deepen his thrusts. His hands squeeze hers tightly as he raises only his upper body off her.

"Christ Almighty," she whimpers pushing her bottom up INTO him. He senses her movements and adjusts. Each time he pulls out and pushes in, his tip stops at the very beginning of her womb. He releases her hands, to cross his arms over her chest and palm her breasts in his hands. All of his body is pressed against hers.

His lips kiss her everywhere he can reach. Over and again he enters her unable to stop himself. He's so close and so is she.

"Livy," he rocks his hips.

"I know," she whispers facing him. Their lips finally meet as he lays them on their sides. She lifts her leg, tossing it over his hip. Her legs are wide open.

"I'm never letting you go," he grunts seconds before he kisses her again.

"Promise," she exhales.

"Yes. I am going to marry you," he utters with conviction deepening his penetration. She cries out. "Sooner rather than later," he tells himself. He'll give her a long engagement, IF that is what she wants. But if he has his way, he'll marry her sooner. He does not want to wait. He'll never lose her but spending any longer than he has to without her as his wife is not an option.

He aches to begin their new life together as husband and wife.

As President with his First Lady.

The Nation already adores her so why wait. He'll give her the wedding of her dreams no matter how big or small. His eyes close as he rocks his hips into hers imagining her in her wedding gown walking down the aisle to become his wife. She's gorgeous. From her veil, headpiece, the shape of her gown, he can see it.

No HER.

She's a vision. His dream come true.

"Fitz," she coos. "I'm close."

He has to watch her. In one fluid motion, she's on her back. He's above her. Her hands fly into his hair dragging him closer. He's all over her and it's still not close enough. He's pushing her to the edge over and over again with the rock and swaying of his hips, hitting her in the perfect spot.

Her sensitive channel muscles are fluttering around him already. She's beyond sensitive to every touch, thrust, because he's been inside her all most of the night. Just pushing inside is cause enough to bring her close to the edge. She's never expected IT, this kind of love making to be, no to FELL this good.

"Livy," he coos.

His pace has picked up. He's barely hanging on. He won't permit himself to fall if she hasn't already. "Look at me Fitz," she sighs kissing his lips. His eyes connect with hers. "I love you," she sighs as he pushes inside her just right. "I can't wait to become your wife."

Her words is all it takes. He rocks himself against her bringing her over the cliff. Her nails dig into his shoulder blades. Her mouth falls open, he catches her breath in his own. If possible she feels even more perfect coming apart in his arms.

His hooded eyes, laced with arousal never leave hers. He resumes his gentle but precise rolls of his hips. His kisses her face as she gasps, and tremors beneath him. Her entire body is on fire. His lifts himself onto his hands needing to watch her. Last night he could only feel how beautiful she is when coming part in his arms.

NOW he can see her beauty in all its glory.

He mouth falls open as her skin flushes with heat and sweat. The pattern of her chest rising and falling rapidly causing her breasts to swell and buds to perk drives him mad. The biting of her lips before sticking her tongue out, calls him like moth to a burning flame. He swells with unbelievable satisfaction knowing he's the cause.

It hits him. He's the only one for the rest of THEIR joined lives who will EVER get to see her this open and exposed. He is the only man who'll give her this kind of pleasure for the rest of her life.

"Fuck," he growls releasing his seed into her. The contractions from her walls, draw him further into her depths. She rolls her hips, panting needing more. She's falling apart but she wants more of him.

"Fitz!"

"God Livy," he mewls unable to stop. He's never felt anything this perfect and wonderful - and she's his.

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"Don't Want To Wait…"

ALL HIS.

Forever.

"Mine," he growls collapsing fully on top of her. For a split second he thinks he hurts her. His fears are quickly subsided when her legs snake around his torso squeezing him into her. Her arms around his neck, tighten.

"Mine," she sighs burying her face in the crook of his neck.

After a brief moment they both stop tremoring. He lifts his eyes melting with hers. A soft elated smile grows on her face. Her top teeth bit down on her bottom lip as his eyes take her in. She opens her mouth to speak but he kisses her. She smiles against his lips as he rolls them onto their sides. After many long and lingering kisses he slips out of her.

His hand cups her face.

She smirks as he stares at her.

"What," she begins to mouth but he quiets her again this time with his fingers over her plushy soft lips.

"Will you marry me," he coos now kissing his family engagement ring on her left finger.

She sighs deeply cradling his face. "Yah," she sniffles.

"Yah," he responds in the same soft happy tone.

"Yes."

"No second thoughts," he inquires biting his inner cheek. She squints checking if he's serious. It's there, only a little. It's only them, their immediate families who know of their impending nuptials. And he still wants to make sure he'll never lose her and if being his wife is what she wants.

"Never." Her answer is short, sweet, to the point. Tears stream down his face. "I'm yours. Forever."

"Liv," he croaks. "But…,"

"No," her fingers covers his lips before he has the chance to object. "What you did for me, every little moment yesterday, made it the happiest day of my life. I am so IN LOVE with you Fitz," her voice breaks from the emotions spilling out of her. "Don't ever doubt it, our love, and I am honored to one day become Mrs. Olivia Grant."

"Say it again," he sighs deeply pressing his forehead to hers.

"Mrs. Olivia Grant," she murmurs ghosting her lips over his.

The new name she'll carry washes through his body like a warm breeze on the perfect spring day. It excites him for the path and journey they are going to take together.

"FITZ," she cackles as he sits up with her in his arms. He wraps her naked body around his torso.

"So I was thinking," he begins now planting sultry kisses on her neck.

"Oh yah," she gasps feeling him harden. "About….,"

"How soon I can make you Mrs. Grant," he murmurs trailing tongue down the center of her neck stopping when she leans back giving him access to her breasts. His mouth waters as her nipples darken and perk up.

"Is that so," she reels her hips coating her essence all over him. It excites him more.

"It is," he growls glancing down observing her rotate and sway her lower lips up and down his length. She's hot and wants him desperately. Again. She watches him stare at her totally lost in her movements.

"And Mr. President," she lifting herself to the tip of his member. His eyes enlarge. "How soon were you thinking of making me your wife?" He's silent. She lowers herself just enough for him enter then she moves away. She swerves her hips when his tip just graces against her opening. He can't tear his eyes away. He's in a trance.

"Holy Christ," he hisses eager to grab her hips to thrust HARD inside.

She stops lifting his face. "Look at me Mister," she growls. His eyes meet hers. "If you want it, me, then tell me how soon you want to make me your wife." She's serious. "I don't want to wait," her voice is soft, confident, oozing with her love to be with him forever.

"You don't want a long engagement," he stammers lost in sensation trembling to be joined with her once again.

"No."

His brows furrow and mouth drops open. Her huge smile appears on her face reaching past her eyes if that's possible. "Oh yes," she wheezes when his fingers weave their way to her drenched folds. She's fervent, dripping in sweat, for Fitz to push all the way in. She leans further back. Fitz twitches with carnal desire when his fingers enter her.

"Livy," he moans.

She wants him. NOW.

"Fitz," she mewls.

"Marry me," his breath hitches when his free hand cups her breast.

"When," she gasps loudly when his mouth brings her nipple into his hot mouth. She begins to ride his fingers searching for release. He utters the date of their wedding as he jams his entire length with one thrust into her hot, slick channel. "GOD YES," she screams from their union and the day he chose.

"YES," he cries out from her response.

"YES," she bellows louder when his hands grip her ass making her ride him hard. Her hands fly to his broad shoulders. She submits willingly giving her body to her fiancée to do as he please. "I'm yours," she weeps as he takes her over and over again bringing her up and down as he lunges himself in and out of her.

"I'm going to be your husband," he admits locking their eyes together.

"Father of our – MY children," she chokes out before dissolving into happy tears.

"Oh Livy," her words turn him further. He cannot wait to get her pregnant, watch her belly grow with their child created from their love. He also can't wait to start trying. "It's all I ever wanted," he softly sputters in her ear holding her close as he rocks their hips together. "You're going to be my wife."

"Yes," she sighs feeling herself approaching a huge orgasm. He senses it too. He shifts them from the headboard. Quickly she's on her back before he's jamming himself inside her rapidly. Her hands fly to the bed. Her breasts jiggle as he reaches a blazing pace. He's on fire. It's all for her – only her.

"I'm close," he grunts. He's on the edge making sure she'll let go before him.

"I know," she sighs. "God Fitz harder. Don't stop. I feel ALL of you."

"Shit!"

"I love you so much," he cries on teetering on the edge. A few more thrusts he'll explode.

"I love you more," the heat from their love making is fluttering in her belly. Suddenly she overcome by how he's making her feel. She's going to marry this man, her amazing man. Her chest tightens. She drags his lips down to kiss him with more urgency. Their tongue intertwine in their sensual dance, gracing against each other, matching the movements of their hips.

Her core begins to throb as she nears her impending release. He's stiff, and broad moving effortlessly between her thighs. She whines, grinds herself against him not giving too shits how much she wants him most of all to know it.

She's wheezing, yanking on his hair, when her orgasm hits. He covers her mouth when she begins to silently scream his name. The mounting pressure is his undoing. His seed shots out hard, quick, coating her fully. He squeezes her tightly with his entire body as he lets go inside her channel. He continues to hold onto her long after their both done.

He can't let go.

He won't let go.

Ever.

Finally they separate staring giddy eyed at the other.

"Morning," he snickers.

"Morning," she blushes. His eyes zone in on her hair. "Oh Lord, do I even want to know?"

His finger brushes down the apex of her nose. "No," he begrudgingly replies. "But you are so beautiful."

She shields herself from his loving gaze. "You are," he murmurs kissing the top of her head. "And you know what else?" He can only see her eyes. "In this reality, we'll be married, have two kids, move to Vermont one day and you'll make jam."

"I'll make Jam."

"Yup."

"And what if I don't know how," she teases.

"Then I'll have to teach you," he explains as if he's written the book on jam making himself.

Her eyes widen. "Are you trying to tell me all this time we've been together, I've been buying Smuckers and you can make it from scratch." He nods. "You've been holding out on me Mister," her finger pokes his nose.

"Then I'll have to make it up to you," he promises going in for a kiss.

"Hell I'm going to cash in this weekend." He does not object. He'll do anything she asks even if it's making homemade Jam. He's grateful his mother is still here because it's her recipe he uses and he's only ever made it with her never alone. "Oh and by the way, four…," she creaks holding his face in her hands.

"Four?" She nibbles on her bottom lip bashfully. "You want four jars of Jam Sweetheart." Now she laughs.

"No silly." She kisses his lips quickly. "Instead of two…four."

"Livy," his brows furrow trying to figure it out. She lays on her back. Her hand reaches for his placing on her flat stomach. Her fingers lace with his. She brings their lips together kissing him four times squeezing his hand at the same exact time. His eyes widen after the last kiss. "Four…," his breath hitches. "Children."

"Yah," she utters just above a whisper. "FITZ," she giggles when he yanks her into his body. His eyes bore holes through her own. "What," she mouths before his lips crash onto hers. His kiss is frantic, hot, needy - the kind of kiss that leaves you unable to breathe and see straight for days. He rolls on top her unable to keep his distance.

Finally he separates their lips when the air between them becomes too thick. He holds her face in his hand. Tenderly he strokes the soft skin there. She's everything he's ever wanted, needed.

"Four," he coos wistfully meeting her lips again for another round of kisses. She smiles each time his lips leave hers briefly before kissing her again and again. He exhales cradling her in his arms. "Are you sure?"

"After we married yes Fitz I'm sure," she answers cradling his cheeks. He smirks. "Oh no Mister not before," she chastises slipping away. He yanks her back. "Hey," she scolds as he hold her hands above her head.

"You know what they always say right," he teases. He leans dangerously low over her face. His hot breath mixes with hers. "Practice Livy makes perfect." She exhales. This man is ready for another round. "And I say we get cracking."

"Cracking," she nibbles her own lip to stifle a laugh. "I'm NOT an egg."

"No but I'm more than eager to fertilize yours," he lowers his voice. Her mouth falls open feeling him harden beside her leg. Before Fitz has a chance to react she bolts of the bed. "Hey get your ass back in this bed!"

"Hell no." she challenges sashaying by their bed. He dives for the foot. "Nope," she giggles fluttering her lashes sashaying quickly out of his grasp.

"Olivia," he growls eager for her return. "Get your sexy ass over here." She stops long enough to shake her perfect round bottom. His eyes bulge of his head watching her shake it effortlessly where she's standing. She glances behind to her to see him mesmerized.

When she has his undivided attention, she stops. "If you want this," she hands cup her own bottom, "follow me to the shower Mister." Fitz mouth falls open. "I'm hot, sweaty, and dirty, and need a shower. Are you interested in… - FITZ," she cackles as he leaps out of the bed picking her up and tossing her backwards over his shoulder.

He laughs loudly carrying her into the bathroom. He sits her on vanity between both sinks, parts her legs, leans into her forcing her into the mirror. "You were saying," he wiggles his eyebrows leaning over her. He kisses her quickly. "Do. Not. Move," he growls before turning on the shower. She does not move a muscle.

Her eyes are fixed on his body. She saw him in the moonlight last night, but now in the lights of the bathroom and sun he's got the body of a Greek God. From the hairs on his head down to his toes – Fitz's body is perfectly chiseled. Her eyes take their time taking in every inch of him, needing the extra time to savor her first viewing in all his naked glory.

He glances over his shoulders. His eyes shimmer like the ocean first thing in morning as the sun hits the waves. His jaw curves as her eyes rake over his body. His large hand, long fingers test the water temperature. His muscles flex as he leans. Her body flushes with heat taking in his strong arms, bold thighs, caves, firm chest and abdomen.

Adonis.

He's her Adonis among any other man walking this earth.

He. Is. Hers.

She moans loudly.

"Seeing something you like," he saunters to her. He lifts her into the air.

"Oh yes. I was enjoying the view Mr. President," she blushes biting her lip.

"Good. Because everything you just saw, you're can have as much as you want ALL weekend," he growls placing her in the shower. He steps inside. He shuts the door. The stream of water from the shower heads cascades down both their bodies as he bring her into his arms. Her hair flattens in the water. His mouth falls opens gazing at the water streaming down her body.

"What," she inquires wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Your beautiful," he sighs sliding his hand down the middle of her back. She smirks. "I want you." His member pokes her.

"Wash me up first Mister, then you have screw me senseless against the wall," she challenges. Fitz does not object. With the utmost care he washes her body. His hands are all over her. She turns around in his arms for him to lather her back. Her hands brace against the wall. His hands push into her back working the soap into her skin.

"Oh God," she cries. He's massaging every area of skin. She sticks her bottom towards his hard shaft. Her legs open. Soon she's circling herself over his entire length.

"Livy," he growls. His hands circle to the front of her body to cup her breasts. He spins them around to begin rinsing off the shower gel. He cannot stop touching her. His fingers twist her nipples between his fingers and massage her breasts. Fitz is lost in her. His mouth attaches to her neck. "Can I make love to you now?"

"Yes please," she begs lifting her leg onto a nearby shelf. He parts her lower lips and thrusts inside. "FITZ," she whimpers as he moves their bodies together. She feels good – TOO good. Her hands grip onto the shower rail as he drives into her over and over again. Her walls begin to flutter on the edge of milking him dry.

She gasps when he separates them, spins her around. Before she can reprimand him, she's up in the air, legs wrapped around his body. He backs them into the shower walls and takes her over and over again mad with lust and his love. Her head falls back. Her mouth is open. Her hands grip him tightly as the jerks of his hips increases.

He's close.

"Jesus," he growls ready to explode.

"Harder Fitz," she begs writhing against his length. His eyes raise partly afraid he'll injure her. "Give me all of you," she pleads.

"Liv," he croaks.

"PLEASE…,"

"I…," his words are cut off when she forces their lips together. She's whimpering stroking her tongue with his. The kiss is hot, passionate. His warm palms keep her nestled against his body as he continues to ravage her. He buries his face in her neck to breathe. She's feels incredible. "Love you," he utters before he gives them both their desired release.

Everything becomes quiet. Only the water can be heard hitting the floor. His eyes narrow, focusing on her – only her. Her lips press tender, lingering kisses over and over again until he slips out. Her feet return to the floor. She raises herself onto her tip toes.

"I love you," she murmurs. Then she cracks a smile then a giggle.

"What?"

"I've never had shower sex before," she admits helping him rinse off.

"Me either," he smirks. She turns the water off. "We must make this a daily occurrence."

"Oh really," she counters stepping out the shower.

"Ah huh," he drawls opening a towel for her to step into. He wraps it around her body. She assists him as well.

"I am not getting my hair wet every day for you Mister," she warns pointing her finger at his nose. "FITZ," she chastises as his lips attach to her neck.

"I'll make it worth your wild," he groans sucking her ear lobe into his mouth. She wiggles out of his grasp. He smirks.

"And that Mister is what I am afraid of," she teases as they help each other to dry off. She wraps her hair in a towel, before slinking into his blue bath robe. It's huge but to him she couldn't be more beautiful. He keeps his towel around his waist until he locates his spare robe. A short time later he watches her tame her natural curls.

"Perfect," he sighs. "Utterly perfect."

She walks to him to sitting in his lap with the bath robe. "So are you," her hands mess up his hair. He lifts her. He carries her over to the bed then lays her down. Both their robes open and they begin to make love to each other only to stop, eat, and rest in between. It's the day after their engagement. He won't share her until he must.

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Tuesday February 17, 2015 (three days later)

Yesterday was President's Day. Fitz decided to work from the Residence. Cyrus brought him up some briefs to read to help prepare him for his the next day's schedule. He stayed only long enough to drop it off, speak to Fitz and their gathered family.

Both Fitz's brother and sister had flown in along with Olivia's brother and sister, including their spouses. They all arrived Sunday just before dinner when he was willing to share Olivia. She warned him that if their siblings arrived and they were not presentable, they would be sought out and found.

During dinner, their parents inquired about a date for the wedding. The couple decided to keep it to themselves until after all their nieces and nephews were in bed. Once the children were "nestled" in bed for the night and agents were posted their door just in case anyone wanted to sneak around (Fitz's nephew's), the couple decided to spill the beans on the date they chose to get married.

Their parents and siblings sat impatiently waiting in the Living Room.

"Well come on Son give us the date," Big Jerry. "You made us wait all through dinner because of the kids. I know you two have been busy doing other things," Fitz blushes, "but your mother and I are certain you picked a day."

Olivia meets her sister Mo's and sister in law, Sabrina's eyes from across the room. "You've got to be kidding me," Mo chastises rushing to Olivia plopping down next to her. Sabrina is now on her other side literally booting Fitz out of the way. Fitz laughs.

Both Mo and Sabrina hold Olivia's hands. "No actually we're not." Her eyes meet Fitz's who sits in front of her. "Right."

"Absolutely," he sighs kissing her ring finger. "It will be perfect. And you'll look incredible." He mutters bringing both her hands to his soft lips. They are lost again in their own little bubble. Once again it's just them blocking out the rest of the World, or in this case their massive extended family.

"Um care to elaborate," Lillian huffs tapping her foot.

Fitz's eyes meet Olivia's. Louis and Alice come to the couch. Olivia's sister and sister in law move out of their way. Her parents squeeze both her hands. She meets both her mother's then her father's eyes.

"Let me guess Pumpkin," Louis cups his daughter's cheeks. He knows his little girl. "It's…,"

"Yes Ad-da," Olivia leans her head on her father's shoulder nestling her cheek into his upper arm.

Louis eyes Alice. "That's my girl," Alice kisses her cheek.

"Fitz actually chose the date Momma. Dad," she smiles. "He's knows me so well." He never knew until later this was a date Olivia always pictured herself getting married. He just chose it because it'd be the perfect time of year to celebrate not with just their friends and family but the Nation – People across the World.

"I love you," he mouths before planting a kiss on her forehead before stepping away to his own family in on the details. Time is of the essence.

"FITZGERALD," his father's voice bombs. "You've got to be kidding me. Do you two have any clue how crazy this sounds! Are you two serious right now? OUCH," he winces holding the back of his head. "Lilly," Big Jerry whines.

"Don't you Lilly me Jerry," she hisses. "This is the date our son, The President of the United States, chose to marry the love of his life. They picked it – together," she stresses ready to smack her husband again. He steps back. "WE WILL COME TOGETHER HAS A FAMILY AND MAKE IT WORK." Lillian Grant's voice carries through the Residence anyone to challenge her. "This is their day."

"This is the date you both want, right Pumpkin," Miss Alice coos to her daughter. "You are both sure," she questions softly.

"Yes Momma," Olivia sighs deeply. "We both want this…more than anything." Fitz hearts swells as her eyes meet his.

"Fitzgerald your wedding – marriage to Olivia is going to be a huge deal for the country," Big Jerry reminds his son. "The Nation has been waiting for you to marry for a long time - since you were Governor of California."

"I know Pop," Fitz huffs. Their siblings voice their opinions. All eight, including their spouses agree the date they chose is perfect. They'll do whatever to support the wedding and their marriage. It not only symbolizes who they are, but their love to the rest of the World.

Olivia hears the women begin to guest who will be her Maid/Matron of Honor. Olivia already knows who she wants. She already told Fitz, who agrees.

"Ladies," Fitz announces. "Olivia will inform you of her choice later." The conviction in his tone stops them instantly. "Now," he stands up commanding attention in the room. "Olivia and I understand how our union is going to affect the world."

"Do you Son," Big Jerry counters. "Both the Republicans and Democrats will want to have a say. Some still can wrap their heads around the fact you two are a couple and from two different parties," Fitz eyes his Father. He's right of course. His Father presses his hand on Fitz's shoulder.

"Well Jerry as fathers of the bride and groom we'll make sure no one ruins their wedding day. This day is about our children and what they want. Our mutual parties can sit in the back, shut up and color if they don't like it. I too have heard the whispers from my own party about my daughter dating the leader of the free world," Louis hisses.

"Louis," Alice warns. "Not now." Louis has only voiced what he's been told to his wife. He stood up for his daughter and the man she loves. He probably would not have in the beginning, but Fitz proved above and beyond he's the right man for his daughter – Presidency or not.

"Dad," Olivia mouths.

"I handled it Sweetheart. I'll speak to you and your fiancée about it later." Louis looks at Fitz. He agrees. He's heard whispers as well but no one has come to him directly. "Our children don't need their approval Jerry," Louis growls. "As their Father's we'll make sure with our mutual resources no one ruins their day."

"Thank you," Fitz mouths to Louis.

"Anytime," Louis winks at his future son in law.

"But Louie," Miss Alice sighs. "Whether this family likes it or this wedding is going to America's version of a Royal Wedding. Our two families are in some way - Royalty."

He sighs deeply. Jerry and Lillian agree.

"My Allie is right," Louis points out to everyone in the room. "Livy," he turns to his daughter. "You're certain of the date. Nothing has been announced so it can be changed."

"No it can't," Fitz challenges. "We don't want to wait."

"Fitzgerald my boy," Big Jerry calls to his son. "This is going to be America's biggest social event in decades. That's not counting the TV coverage and of course the interview's you'll have to give."

"Pop you do realize I have many helpers. Staff in the White House and West Wing that will be eager to lend a hand in the planning," Fitz explains his father. "My Chief of Staff's husband is my Press Secretary. And if my fiancée," his voice breaks locking eyes with Olivia. "Wants her wedding day to be America's version of a Royal Wedding she can have it. I plan on giving Livy the wedding of her dreams."

Louis and Alice stand observing Fitz pad across the floor to their daughter. They see IT in his eyes – the need to hold her close. He's the most affectionate man to their daughter – they have ever seen. There is no way he'll stop now. "The sooner she becomes my wife," he coos cradling her face in his hands kissing her softly, "the quicker we begin our life together. Livy is all I need." His large hand sprawls across her stomach.

The tears sting her eyes. "I'll I need is for you to be waiting for me at the altar," she coos softly kissing his lips. She nestles her forehead against his. "But our parents are right, when our engagement becomes public we'll need all the assistance we can get. And the Secret Service protection for our brother's and sister's families," she grumbles just thinking about it.

He notes the fear in her eyes. Will she be chased by photographers like England's Royal Family?

The paparazzi already follow her where ever she goes among photographers working for various newspapers. She's gotten used to it. Fitz already has a couple of agents with her whenever she leaves the White House. This will all change the moment their engagement becomes public. She'll never be able to walk the streets alone without a team of agents or body guards.

"I won't let anything happen to you Sweetheart," he mutters kissing her temple. She cradles his face in her palms. "I made a promise to your father I intend to keep with my dying breath." Louis hears him. His heart swells with pride. Alice nudges his arm giving him the - I told you so glance.

"I know. I'm not afraid Fitz. We have plenty of family and friends in our corner. Cyrus will also help," Olivia speaks up. "He's definitely on board."

"Your Godfather is not walking you down the aisle Olivia. I won't have it," Louis grouses. Olivia rolls her eyes. Out of the corner of his eye he sees Alice's hand up ready to smack him on the back of his head. "Now Allie…," he chastises

"Don't you Allie me," she snips. "It's Olivia's choice and as far as I am concerned she can have both of you. Right Pumpkin," Alice winks at her daughter. She thanks her mother.

Once the entire family is certain of the date, it's agreed their engagement will be announced to the Press during a joint interview a couple of weeks - around the beginning of March. Louis realizes why.

"March sweeps," he utters to his daughter.

"Yes Daddy. It gives us time as a family to enjoy being engaged without the entire World wondering where and when we are getting married. I'm not ready to share Fitz. Not yet," she chuckles as he winks at her.

"That makes two of us," Fitz murmurs nestling himself to her. The entire family, including their siblings and their spouses agree help as much with the planning. It is also agreed a wedding planner will be placed on retainer. Lillian and Alice are great planners but for what their wedding will entail, they'll need all help they can get.

Fitz and Olivia spend the rest of the weekend with their family. By the time everyone leaves, Olivia is exhausted. She climbed into their bed that night and was asleep before Fitz finished in the bathroom. He nestled in beside her and was out shortly their after. It may have been a long weekend, but between their family and the amount of sex they had, sleep was what they needed.

That Tuesday morning Fitz and Olivia returned to work, he found searching for an outfit to wear in the closet. He leans against the walk in closet door. His hands wrap around her from behind.

"Morning Mrs. Grant to-be," he coos nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck.

"Mr. President," she sighs laying her head back on his shoulder. His lips attach to her soft skin. He hands find their way under his Navy shirt. She stops him. He smirks then nibbles her neck.

"FITZ," she warns. "We don't have time."

"I don't have to be at the Oval till 7:30 for my morning briefing," he replies spinning her around. "It's only 6." He lifts her into the air ready to carry her out of the closet back to bed.

"I have a meeting with my editor this morning," Olivia explains. "I told you about it last night." He remembers but of course he has a one track mind. He wants her. All the time. Her fingers thread into his curls yanking his head back before his mouth attaches to her sweet spot on her neck.

He winces as she pulls harder.

He sits with her in the bench in the middle of the closet. She's facing him with her legs hanging off the sides. "Sweetheart I've seen it all," he smirks.

"Yes you have," she rolls her eyes. "And you can't see it right now because I have to get ready and so do you Mister," she taps him on the bridge of his nose. His eyes cast downward as his hands fiddle with the straps of the robe. "What?"

"I love you," he utters meeting her gaze. She wraps her arms around him lacing her fingers into his hair. She exhales waiting for him to continue. "Your engagement ring Livy."

"It's by the bed," she explains. He reaches into his pajama pants. He opens his hand. "What's this?"

"A rose-gold necklace." His eyes meet hers. "For…,"

"My engagement ring. To wear around my neck," she sniffles. He nods. "Fitz I can leave it…," his mouth is on hers before she has to a chance to speak another word. He kisses her tenderly, not parting their lips until the need for air becomes too thick between them.

"I want my ring with you – wherever you go," he stammers. His hands cradle her face. There is something in his eyes. She'll never leave him. She is going to marry this man, have their children; become his wife and First Lady. There is no doubt in her eyes, or in his. "Livy," he pleads.

"Okay," she smiles. He lifts her off his lap walking her out into the bedroom to retrieve her engagement ring. Once on the necklace, he hooks it around her neck. They get dressed and she escorts him to the Oval hand in hand. He stands behind his desk with her and their hands laced together.

As she begins to release his hands, his grip tightens. He stands her behind his desk, leaning her bottom against it. His hands caress up her arms then cradle her soft cheeks in his palms. He stares lovingly into her soft brown eyes. Fitz does not care who could come in. He doesn't want to lose this precious moment with her.

He lifts the ring hidden inside her blouse kissing it with his lips. "Liv…," he voice creaks as their new reality hits him.

"It's your first time stepping into the Oval Office as an engaged man," she mutters holding his face in her hands. He nods unable to find his words. "Just remember you are MY man," she warns him. "Keep those no bra interns away."

He breaks out laughing. "Yes Mrs. Grant." There is no "to be" this time. In his heart, where she's with him always, she already is his wife. He kisses her plush soft lips. "Trust me there is no one but you. I cannot wait to be your husband."

"I can't wait to be your wife," she sighs. "I'll see you later Mr. President," she straightens his tie before leaving.

"You better," he smirks observing her saunter away from his desk. "God your gorgeous," he hums just as Cyrus enters the room. He just passed Olivia at the door. She kisses her Godfather's cheek then leaves the West Wing to head to meet her boss.

She arrives on time for her meeting with Mrs. Rhimes with the Secret Service.

"Have a seat Olivia," Mrs. Rhimes greeted her. "I have something I'd like to discuss with you. When I'm finished, you have twenty-four hours. By then I'll need your answer."

"Am I losing my job," she questions on the verge of tears.

"No of course not. You are still one of my top reporters. Hear me out. Think about it, then I'll expect an answer from you no later than close of business tomorrow. That is all the time I can give you I'm afraid," Mrs. Rhimes explains. Olivia exhales deeply. An hour later, she leaves her office.

Tom greets her. She looks rather out of sorts. Her phone was on silent for her meeting with Mrs. Rhimes. "Ma'am back to the White House. The President is asking for you. He'd like to have lunch." She sees Fitz's texts.

"No. Can you take me to see Abby and Stephen? Please don't tell The President," she utters. She also text James to come by. He hears something off in her tone.

"It's my job, the agents on your detail to keep you safe Miss Pope. He has to know where you are," Tom explains.

"I'll text him. Please I need time to think." Tom eyes her. Now he's beginning to worry. "I'm perfectly fine. I swear."

Tom nods to the agents and the driver as they approach her car. He instructs the driver to bring her home where Abby and Stephen meet her a short time later. Fitz receives her messages. He wished they could have had lunch, but he figures she needed to grab some things then come back.

He enters the residence. As he walks from room to room, he searches for her. "Maybe she's our room waiting for me. A little dessert before dinner," he thinks to himself. "Livy I hope you're in because I have seen you all day and..," he stops when he sees no sign of her. He calls her phone but there's no answer.

He leave the Residence to find Cyrus in his office. "Have you heard from Liv?"

"Not since this morning. Why?" Fitz explains. Now it has him worried. He sends a text to James who responds cryptic message. Fitz can tell something is up with how he's typing back.

"James is with her." Fitz is too him. Cyrus' eyes meet his. "Where is my fiancée?"

"Sir she said she'd see you tomorrow morning," Cyrus explains as Fitz's phone dings.

He reads Liv's text. "Hi. I'm sorry I worried you but I'm fine. We are fine. There is just a lot going on with our engagement, wedding planning, and work. I just need to some here at my apartment thinking things over. I'll see you tomorrow morning. I love you Fitz. Always."

Fitz: Whatever it is or whatever is wrong Livy we can fix it – together?

OP: We can and will. I just need a few ME minutes. I'm okay I swear. The agents are outside and I won't leave without them.

Fitz: Come home Sweetheart. Please.

OP: Tomorrow morning.

Fitz: Do you still want to marry me?

OP: Of course I do. It's not about that. I'd marry you this weekend Fitz if I could.

Fitz: If that's what you want say the word. We can get married this weekend Sweetheart.

OP: No our parents would kill us. I'll talk to you in the morning. I have to go. I love you.

Fitz texts her a few more messages but he gets no response. He leaves Cy's office with his Chief of Staff in tow. He contacts the Secret Service.

"Bring me to where Miss Pope is now," he orders them. Less than thirty minutes later he arrives at her apartment. Tom is standing guard at her door. He will not let Fitz in or Cyrus. "Move Tom."

"Sir give Miss Pope a minute. She'll let you in when she's ready," he pleads with Fitz. Fitz is ready to yank Fitz out of the way but her door opens. He sees Stephen.

"Mr. Finch," Fitz growls. "Everything was fine with Livy this morning. What the hell is going on? Where's my fiancée?" He's done fooling around.

"In her room with Abby and James," Stephen explains.

He thanks Stephen then rushes down the hall. He hears Olivia crying. "Abby I can't just…,"

"You can't hide this from him Liv. You have to tell him," she assures Olivia, who has been crying since she arrived.

James has an arm wrapped around her. "He loves you more than anything. Just explain it to him and it will be fine."

"Explain what to me," Fitz speaks stepping into her room. Olivia can't even look at him. She knows she's worried him sick but she needed time to process everything. "James. Abby…,"

"She needs you," James stops on Fitz's side. "More than anything. Keep that in mind when she talks."

Fitz is confused.

"She did not ask for what happened today," Abby utters before stepping out of the room. Everyone is ushered out of her apartment.

"Liv?" She sits there with her hands wrapped around her. He's never seen her this upset before. "Olivia," he coos kneeling before her. His hands are on her thighs. Fearing the worse, he asks, "You still want to marry me right?" Her eyes meet his. She falls into his lap on the floor knocking him down. She buries her face into his neck. Soon her body begins to quiver in his arms and his skin is wet. "Livy…,"

She squeezes him tighter unwilling to let him go.

"I should be mad as hell at you for shutting me out but I'm just happy to hold you," he murmurs into her ear. "Please tell me. We can fix whatever it is together. I love you so much."

Her head tilts to meet his. Finally their eyes connect. "Fitz?"

"Yah…,"

"I have to go away…,"

/

TBC…

Yes my darlings that is it. I am going to leave it here. What the hell is going on? But on a happier note Olitz has a wedding date. You'll learn the exact date soon.

I apologize for the insanely long wait between chapters. I had some writer's block. I'll try and do better. I know how much this sequel means to so many.

Speaking of sequels, some of asked about "Hope on Rose Terrace." I have no plans to start that fic (sequel to Miracle on Hope Street) until I finish some other stories. I cannot give you a time frame but I'll keep you posted.

I'm eager to hear your thoughts.

As always thank you for reading and have a good week.

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