Chapter 6: Your Love

Olivia basked in the pleasure of having someone else do her hair and make-up. She didn't know why they were making such a fuss for such a short interview, but she could definitely get used to it. Not the attention. But, having someone else do her hair and makeup and being pampered a bit was nice.

She wasn't really looking forward to the interview with Edison, but she had to do it. Well, she didn't have to, but doing her first interview with Edison would prepare her for all of her future interviews. She knew she would get more interviews than most offensive coordinator. It came with her gender, and she was trying to accept it. Knowing that she could trust Edison to ease her into the whole interviewing process is what made her decide to call him for her first interview before they started minicamps and the media would be all over her. It was going to be a short interview, just something to get her ready.

She looked over at Fitz who was standing by the door with Harrison. She couldn't miss the pride on his face. He smiled and winked at her, settling the few butterflies in her stomach. He looked at his phone and then walked over to her.

"I have to go take care of something. I'll be right back."

He leaned down and kissed her before leaving her office.

"Hey, you're messing up my hard work," the makeup artist jokingly scolded.

After they finished with her makeup and hair, she got dressed in the dress she had helped pick out. It was a blue, petal sleeved midi dress with a back split. It was the first time she had really dressed up since she started to show. And, she intended to enjoy it. By the time she finished dressing, Edison had made it to her office where they were doing the interview. And, that made it so much more real. And, she got super nervous.

"Hello Olivia," he greeted her. "Thanks for doing the interview with me."

"You're welcome."

"Don't be nervous. It's just the two of us having a conversation," he said, hoping to relax her.

"Okay. I'll be right back."

Where the hell was Fitz? She went over to Harrison, hoping he would help calm her nerves. Initially she had told him that he didn't have to be there, but at that moment, she was glad that he didn't listen.

"Why am I so nervous," she exclaimed.

"Probably because you've never done this before. You've always been the one telling people how to conduct themselves in the interview," Harrison told her.

She smiled. "I know."

"Good. Now, you just need to relax."

"I am relaxed," Olivia quickly said with irritation that matched her expression.

"That did not sound relaxed," Harrison noted.

She sighed and tried not to rub her hand over her face. "Where is my husband? I need a hug and a kiss, and then I'll be relaxed."

"Let me go find him, because I'm not kissing you," Harrison told her.

"I'm right here," Fitz said, as he walked in the room.

Olivia sighed. She could feel tension leaving her body at the sight of him. "Hi."

"Hi."

"I don't know what kind of voodoo magic that is," Harrison began, noting that Olivia suddenly looked and sounded very relaxed. "But, you're going to stay in here while this interview is happening," he told Fitz.

"Of course," Fitz agreed. He pulled Olivia to him in a hug and gently kissed her lips. "You're going to be perfect," he told her. "I'll be over here," he said, nodding towards the door. "Right in your line of sight."

"Okay," she said.

"How do you feel?"

"Like I can conquer the world," she said.

"Then, go do it," he said and kissed her again.

Once the lights and mics were adjusted, the interview began.

"I'm here with Olivia Grant, the first female offensive coordinator ever," Edison began. "Thank you for agreeing to do this interview," he thanked her again.

"You're welcome," Olivia said.

"You're making quite a historical mark in football," Edison pointed out.

"I know," Olivia said with a smile.

"You don't come from a known football background. But, you've been around the sport all of your life. What's it like stepping into a coaching position?"

"Coach Thomas is great. I'm learning a lot from him. Like you said, I'm new. But, he's been listening to my ideas and said he's going to let me handle the offense my way."

"From an offensive coordinator's perspective, what is the biggest thing you're looking forward to as far as developing and getting the offense ready for the season?"

That was a question she was prepared for. "Mental and physical toughness. Making sure our quarterback is ready. He's not a rookie anymore, but he hasn't had to play many games where it was up to him to win. He had a couple of games last season when Fitz got hurt, but other than that, he's basically been on mop up duty. So, the goal is to make sure that he's ready, mentally and physically. That he can read defense, and call audibles, if necessary. And, to make sure that we can execute the plays to the best of our abilities. Everyone has a role. And, the goal is to make sure everyone is the best in that role, outworking the guy across from him."

"You can't do any more than that," Edison commented.

"You really can't. It's up to the players after that."

"Speaking of the players, do they respond well to you?"

"They do."

"There are a lot of doubters, how do you shut them up?"

"By winning," she simply stated, but decided to expound on it a little bit. "Everyone who watches football is an armchair coach. So, I was sure all of my coaching would be done from the living room. But, I have the privilege of being married to a great quarterback who was actually listening to my Sunday mumblings and took them to his coaches, and they were able to turn the team around with those suggestions. I'm blessed that he believed in me enough to offer me this job when it became available."

"I knew it," Edison began. "I knew those suggestions came from you."

Olivia smiled. "They did."

"What was it like for you when Fitzgerald offered you the job?"

"Surreal. At first I said no, but he wouldn't take no for an answer." She looked over at Fitz and smiled as she remembered how relentless he was.

"How did he convince you to change your mind?"

"He didn't. My mom actually did. And, I'm glad she did."

"How?"

She opened her mouth to talk about the conversation she had with her mom, but quickly closed it and shook her head. "It's a private conversation, and I'm going to let it stay that way. But, I'll just say she reminded me of some of my childhood dreams."

"I'm going to go ahead and address the elephant in the room. You're pregnant," his voice cracked. It was just a little, but Olivia heard it. "Congratulations."

"Thank you."

"How is that going to work?"

"More than likely, I will probably coach my first couple of games from the box. I'll prefer to be on the sidelines, but I'll do what I have to do. We'll make it work."

"What's it like being married to your boss?"

She smiled as she looked over at Fitz again. "It's fine. He's great. And, he finally gets to be the boss somewhere," she joked.

"There are a lot of women and girls looking at you," Edison pointed out the obvious. "You're the first to be an offensive coordinator? What's that like?"

"Well, it's a lot of pressure," she admitted. "But, I'm okay with it. Some women love this sport just as much as men. And, we should be an active part of it. Realistically speaking, we'll never play with the guys, but there are so many other ways to involve us. This is just one way."

"I agree. Thank you for sitting down with me for a few minutes today."

"You're welcome."

And, just like that, the interview was over. Fitz rushed over to her and hugged her. "You were great," he whispered.

"Thank you." She stood on her tiptoes and gave him a quick kiss. "Can you give me a minute?"

He nodded and left the room. She had a feeling, he knew what she wanted and needed to do. She turned to Edison. "Thank you," she said to him. "You made that easy."

He smiled. "You're welcome."

"How are you?" She wanted to know. "Really. How are you doing?"

"I'm okay," he told her. "Learning a lot about being a father. It's a new experience every day."

She smiled. "Good. I'm glad to hear that," she said with sincerity.

He smiled, knowing she meant it.

"Well, it was good seeing you again." She turned to leave, but he stopped her.

"Liv, congratulations again."

"Thank you."

"Come on, Liv. You haven't liked any of them," Fitz complained. He was massaging her feet while they were trying to decide what they were going to name the baby, but Olivia didn't like any of the names he suggested.

"Lies. I liked Faith."

"That's the only one. And, you weren't even sold on that," he pointed out

Olivia shrugged.

He sighed. "Changing the subject. You were amazing today," he said, referring to her interview.

"Thank you. I was so nervous before you got there."

"I don't know why. You were perfect. He placed his hand on her belly and caressed it. "Your mommy was perfection today, little unnamed baby."

Olivia tried not to laugh. "Don't call her that."

"Well, she doesn't have a name," he reminded her.
"I have one that I've been thinking about," she confessed.

"Well, why haven't you said anything?"

"Because you're stuck on this crazy tradition. And, I don't want to tell you and you not like it, because it's not an "F" or "O" name."

"I promise I'll consider it," Fitz told her.

"You promise? Because I kinda love it."

"I promise," Fitz assured her. "Now, tell me what it is."

"Helena Grace," she said, quietly.

"Helena Grace," he repeated. "I don't know. But, my mom's middle name is Grace."

"I know. My mom's middle name is Helena."

Fitz smiled. "You want to name her after her grandmothers. I love it. And, I know they will love it too."

"We could call her Lainey or Gracie," Olivia added.

"Lainey, it is." He placed his hand on her stomach. "What do you think little lady? You like Helena Grace?" When he didn't feel any movement, he looked at her. "I don't know, Livvie, she's not saying anything. Maybe she doesn't like it."

"She's not saying anything, because she's sleeping," Olivia told him.

Fitz looked over at the clock. "You're right." Their daughter had developed a regular sleeping schedule over the course of the past weeks. She would be super active most of the day, but would be sleep around ten o'clock.

"And, I should join her," Olivia added.

"I think," Fitz began leaning over and kissing her neck. "That we," he kissed her neck again. "Should take advantage," he kissed her chin. "Of the sleeping baby." He kissed her fully on the lips.

She returned the kiss and cupped his face before gently pulling away. "You're cute. And, incredibly sexy, but I'm tired."

"Tired? No," Fitz exclaimed dramatically.

"You try carrying around another person all day."

"Fine." He stretched out on the bed. "Come here," he said and held his arms out to her. "I'll just hold you while you sleep," he said as she settled in his arms.

"What?" She asked. She could tell there was something else on his mind.

He sighed. "Are you sure this isn't too much for you?"

"No. Not that it matters."

"It does."

"I'm fine. Sometimes, it's a little more than I expected, but I'm fine," she assured him.

"Okay." He kissed her gently on the forehead. "I love you."

"I love you too."

In the middle of the night, Olivia reluctantly rolled away from Fitz. As much as she loved sleeping cuddled up to him, she just couldn't do it anymore. Every night, she tried, but she would end up having to separate from him. It was just too hot. She grabbed her phone and lowered the temperature in the house. She knew the exact moment it got too cold for Fitz, because he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close to him, again. She moved his arm and got up to get him an extra blanket.

She passed by the nursery, and like every other time she walked by it, she stepped inside just to take a look around. It was such a labor of love for both of them with Fitz putting the furniture together and her decorating. It was perfect in every way. Her favorite piece of furniture in the entire room was the glider. She could just picture herself with little Lainey nestled close to her for feedings or just cuddles. Never in a million years would she have pictured herself happy and excitedly looking forward to be a new mother. As she stood over the crib, she thought about how much her life had changed since she's found out she was pregnant. At first she was going to be mommy who was an agent. Then, she was going to be an unemployed mommy. Now, she was a mommy who was an offensive coordinator. As a woman, she loved being the first offensive coordinator. But, as a mother, she would have preferred to be unemployed. She wanted to devote all of her time to their baby. And, she couldn't do that anymore. She started to feel selfish and thoughtless for taking the job. She should have said no and meant it. Why didn't she think about her baby?

Fitz woke up to the sound of something falling. He immediately noticed that Olivia wasn't in bed.

"Liv?" He called.

He jumped up and tried to remember what direction he heard the sound come from. He found her in the nursery slumped over the crib. When he got closer to her, he realized that she was having a panic attack.

"Hey, I'm right here," he said, turning her head so that she could look at him. "I'm right here." When her eyes locked with his, he started breathing with her. When she was finally in control again, she collapsed in his arms. He soothingly rubbed her back as he held her close. He looked over and saw that the baby mobile over the nursery had fallen. That must have been the crash that he heard. He wanted so desperately to ask her what had happened. But, he knew she would tell him when she was ready.

"Come on, let's go back to bed," he said, leading her out of the room.

"I was going to get you a blanket," she said.

"What?"

"I turned the air down, so I got up to get you an extra blanket so you wouldn't be cold," she told him.

"Oh."

He went to the linen closet and grabbed an extra blanket.

When they got in bed, Olivia reached for him, pulling him close to her in a spooning position.

After a while she whispered, "You're hot."

But, when he tried to move she grabbed him. "Don't move. Can we just turn the air down some more?"

"Yeah." He grabbed his phone and adjusted the temperature again. He was going to be freezing by morning, even with the extra blanket. But, he stayed cuddled up to her, knowing that she needed him.

When Olivia woke up the next morning, she realized that they were both super late.

"Fitz," she exclaimed as she moved out of his embrace. "We're late."

"No we're not," he grumbled as he pulled her back to him.

She looked back at the clock. "It's almost nine o'clock. What do you mean no we're not?"

"I told them we weren't coming in today."

"Why would you do that?" She demanded.

"Because I'm starting to feel like this is too much for you and you just aren't telling me."

"You're starting to believe the job you begged me to take us too much for me? That's rich."

He could tell by her tone where this was heading. "Liv, I don't want to argue."

"Then, you shouldn't have made a decision for me like I'm some kind of invalid."

"Yes I made a decision for my wife and my child. So sue me."

"My panic attack had nothing to do with this job," she countered.

"How was I supposed to know that?"

"I don't know. Maybe ask."

"For what? You're just going to tell me you're not ready to talk about it."

She was prepared to continue to argue with him, but that stop her. She clamped her mouth shut and glared at him. He was right. She wasn't ready to talk about it, but thinking about it had her right on the verge of another panic. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. When she opened them again, tears were flowing from them.

Fitz immediately grabbed her in a hug. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I'm so sorry."

"I'm a horrible mother," she sobbed.

"What?"

"I'm a horrible mother," she repeated.

"How can you be horrible? She isn't even here yet."

"And, I'm already making horrible, selfish decisions," she cried.

Fitz gently took her face in his hands. "Talk to me. Tell me what's got you so upset."

She sniffed and wiped her tears away. "I shouldn't have taken the coaching job. I should have said no and meant it. I'm not going to have the time I want or need as a first time mother. And, I'm going to have to get a nanny. I don't want a nanny. Why didn't I think of all this?"

"But, you did. You mentioned some of this to me in the beginning," Fitz reminded her.

"I didn't mean it," she confessed.

Fitz wiped a stray tear with his thumb. "Livvie, if you want to quit, you can quit. Don't worry about me, the team, or anybody else. Just you and our baby. Do what you feel is best for the two of you."

She frowned. "I want the job. But, I feel like having the job will make me a horrible mom."

"It won't. With all the love you have, there's no way you could be a horrible mom. Not to mention the love I have for her, and the love of all of our family and friends. Our little girl will feel loved, not neglected. And, sweetie, she has grandparents. You don't need to have a nanny, if you don't want one."

"We can't just assume that our parents will want to spend their free time, changing diapers," she told him. "She's our responsibility, not theirs."

"Need I remind you that my mom had a nursery decorated before we did? She'll never admit it, but she gets kind of lonely in that big house by herself. She will welcome any time with her granddaughter."

"I don't know, Fitz. I don't like just assuming."

"Hold on." Fitz got his phone and called Edith, placing her on speaker so Olivia could hear.

"Hi mom," he greeted her when she answered.

"Hi Edith," Olivia chimed in.

"Well, it's my two favorite people."

"Mom, we're going over our schedules, trying to figure out how we're going to manage our schedules with the team once the baby gets here," Fitz told her.

"I will keep the baby any time you need," Edith quickly said, and Fitz gave Olivia an "I told you so" look.

"Are you sure, Edith?" Olivia questioned. "We don't want you to feel like you have to."

"Honey, I want to. I'm so looking forward to being a grandmother."

"Okay," Olivia agreed. "Thank you, Edith."

"Honey, that's what grandmothers are for."

Once they hung up, Fitz turned to Olivia and grinned.

Olivia returned his cheeky expression. "Thank you. Because I was feeling like the worst mother ever. I'm still not completely okay about it. But, knowing that our daughter will be cared for by her grandmother, instead of a stranger, makes it a lot better.

"I think I deserve a kiss," Fitz said.

"Oh, you deserve more than a kiss. And, since we're playing hooky today," she began as she pulled his t-shirt over his head. She paused when she saw another shirt underneath it.

"What? You have it freezing in here, now," he said in his defense.

"I'm sorry," she apologized. "Let's see if I can get you all hot and bothered."

They were deep in OTA's and they were both loving every minute of it. Olivia was in her element. And, Fitz loved seeing her like that. She was excelling. And, the guys were responding to her. As far as he knew, no one had to be told or reminded that she was a coach and they had to treat her with respect. He often worried about her being on the field in the thick of things while she was pregnant. But, she was handling it. Most of the questions the head coach got from the media centered on Olivia. They wanted to know what she was like as a coach. Did the players respond well to her? Did she have to fight to get respect? Things like that. Throughout that practice, their cameras were focused on Olivia. And, even the media had to admit from merely watching her that she had exceeded their expectations. She looked in control and had a very authoritative presence on the field, which the players were responding to.

A lot of days, he would push his work aside just to watch her, and he would have to spend the rest of the day catching up and they often wouldn't get home until late.

Olivia walked in his office. "Hi," she walked over and kissed him.

"Hi." He returned the kiss.

She sat on the edge of his desk. "Can we go home? I'm ready to go."

"I still have some work to finish up," he told her.

"Maybe if you would spend your day doing your work, instead of watching me all day we could get home at a decent hour," she said with a smirk.

He looked at her in amazement. She was so focused during practice, that he thought that she didn't know that he was ever out there.

"What? You didn't think I knew you were watching me?"

"No. I always try to remain inconspicuous."

"Seriously? Fitz, I always know when you're out there."

"How?"

She smiled and caressed his face. "I look for you."

He grinned. "So you want me to watch you?"

"If you want to, and have the time, sure."

"So, it's worth it that I'm behind on my work."

She shook her head. "Not today. I'm tired and my feet hurt," she told him.

He reached for her foot, but she knocked his hands away. "Finish what you're doing." She got up and stretched out on his couch. "I'm never riding with you again," she announced.

"What do you mean? You always ride with me."

"Well, today I want to go home and you're not ready. So, never again."

"Isn't that a little dramatic."

She shook her head. "No."

He tried to finish up what he was doing, but his focus was on the anger he felt from her. "Are you really angry with me?" He wanted to know.

"Not with you. Just the situation. I want to go home, take a shower, and cuddle with you while you massage my feet." She paused. "And maybe have sex."

He immediately closed his laptop. "Come on. Let's go. I'll come in early and get a head start while you're still sleeping."

Olivia rolled her eyes as she got up. "You're so easy."

Fitz wiped the sleep from his eyes as he walked through the house, searching for Olivia. Now, whenever he woke up and she wasn't in bed, he got nervous, thinking she was somewhere all by herself having a panic attack. But, he found her in the kitchen, sitting at the island, eating some fruit.

"Hi," she said, smiling.

"Hi."

"What are you doing up?" She asked.

"I could ask you the same thing," he said as he walked up to her and stood in front of her, moving her legs apart so that he could stand between them.

"I couldn't sleep. And, I was hungry," she said and kissed him.

"Mmm. I woke up hungry too."

"Want some," Olivia held her bowl of fruit out to him.

"That's not what I woke up wanting." He took the bowl of fruit from her and placed it behind her on the counter. Then, kissed her again. He licked her lips and she parted them, welcoming his warm tongue inside. She moved her hands to his hair and face as their tongues moved against each other. "I," he began as he kissed her neck. "Had my mind on something else." Each word was punctuated with a kiss as he kissed down the front of her shirt, stopping to remove her shirt and panties.

He kissed her neck slowly, biting gently, savoring every inch of her. He placed her thighs over his shoulders and suckled the inside of both until he reached her center. Slowly and rhythmically, he moved his tongue all over, tasting her everywhere. She gave a low moan, urging him on. He danced his tongue around, responding to her gasps and moans. He sucked gently on her clit and she let out a low, strangled cry.

With an arch in her back and a hand in his hair, she moaned loudly as she pulled him closer to her, grinding her hips against him. She heard and felt him moan against her and a new wave of juices flowed from her. She felt her toes curl as she uttered his name. Her moans mixed in with an occasional moan from him were all she heard as she felt her orgasm building inside of her, until she heard a shatter. Her eyes popped open and she saw Robbie standing at the entrance to the kitchen with her hand over her mouth and a shattered phone at her feet.

"I'm sorry," she mumbled and rushed out.

"Fitz." Olivia called in an urgent whisper and frantically pushed on his head to stop him once she got over the initial shock.

Totally oblivious to what had just happened, he gave a defiant no, and grabbed her thighs, pulling her closer to his mouth.

"Fitz stop." She continued to try to push him away until he looked up.

"What?" He asked, clearly annoyed that she stopped him.

"Robbie saw us."

"What?" He stood up.

"Oh my God. Oh my God," Olivia panicked. "What are we going to do?"

"What can we do?" Fitz calmly asked.

"Why are you so calm?" she asked clearly annoyed that he seemed perfectly fine with what had just happened.

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"Well, since you're so calm, you're going to be the one to apologize," she told him.

"For what?" Fitz exclaimed.

"She was probably coming in here to get started on breakfast," Olivia said, glancing at the clock. "All she would have found was me in here eating fruit, if you hadn't come in here all horny. Now, give me my clothes."

"But, I'm not done," he said, moving back to his knees.

"Yes you are," she said, pulling him back up.

"Come on, Liv. Please," he said and tried to move his hand between her legs.

"Fitz." She put her hand on his, stopping him.

He sighed and picked her panties and tank top up off of the floor.

"Now, help me down."

He wrapped his arms around her waist and helped her down. "We'll finish this later," he whispered in her ear.

"No we won't. And, since you're so unbothered, you can clean up in here," she said as she left out of the kitchen.

"Hey Kasey," Fitz answered his phone. "This is a surprise. How are you?"

"I will be great if you answer one question for me," she said.

"You got it."

"Are we having a boy or girl?" She asked.

"Nope," Fitz said, shaking his head. "You're going to have to ask Liv that."

"I did," Kasey groaned. "She won't tell me anything."

"I can't tell you either," Fitz told her.

"You're so whipped," Kasey stated. "So whipped."

Fitz laughed. "I know."

"It's not funny. How am I going to plan a baby shower, if I don't know if it's for a boy or girl," Kasey whined.

He hadn't heard anything about that. "You're planning a baby shower for Liv? When?"

"When she's here for my wedding," Kasey told him. "But, it's a surprise, so you better not say anything."

"I won't. But, isn't that week supposed to be all about you?"

"No. I mean, I guess. I'm getting married to the man I love, but Liv is having her first child. We can celebrate both," Kasey explained.

Fitz smiled. "That's so sweet and thoughtful, and I really wish I could tell you, but she would kill me."

"She doesn't have to know," Kasey pointed out.

"She wants to tell her mom first. I can't take that from her."

"Well, she should just call her and tell her," Kasey stated the obvious.

"She wants to do it face to face," Fitz clarified.

"Ugh. She told me that. I can't stand her sentimental ass."

Fitz laughed. "You know my Livvie. Are you positive you want to do a baby shower the week of your wedding? That won't be too much on you?"

"Says the man who got engaged and married in a couple of hours. I'll be fine. I have a great wedding planner, who's going to make sure I'm not even close to being stressed. And all of her family and friends will be here. Shit," she began. "I forgot to invite Cyrus ornery ass."

"Can you invite my mom, too?" Fitz asked. "She would hate to miss Liv's baby shower. And, I'm sure she would love to be at your wedding."

"Where have you been? Your mom already got her invitation and RSVP'd too," Kasey informed him.

"To your wedding?"

"Yes."

"Why haven't I gotten an invitation?" He jokingly asked. He didn't even know she had sent out invitations. But, she and Liv probably decided there was no need to send them one, since Liv was the matron of honor.

"You sir, also got your invitation and RSVP'd."

"What?" Fitz exclaimed.

Kasey laughed. "Talk to your wife. I gotta go, since I'm not getting the information I want. Tell Liv I'm changing her dress to an ugly one, since she won't tell me what we're having. Love y'all," she said and hung up.

Fitz got up and went to Olivia's office.

"Hi," he greeted her.

She smiled. "Hi handsome."

He kissed her and then sat on the couch. "Why haven't I seen Kasey's wedding invitation?"

She scrunched up her nose. "I didn't think you wanted to see it."

"Why not?"

"Guys don't usually care about that sort of thing."

"If it's important to you, it's important to me," he reminded her.

She got the invitation out of her purse, walked over to him and sat in his lap. "She must have called you to ask about the baby's sex," she said as she passed him the invitation.

He grinned. "Yeah."

"She's relentless," Olivia said with a laugh.

"She said she's getting you an ugly dress," Fitz told her.

Olivia laughed.

"I thought you would be home by now," Fitz noted.

She covered her face with her hands. "I'm kinda dreading going home and seeing Robbie," she admitted.

He chuckled and moved her hands from her face. "Livvie, what she saw was normal."

"It's not normal for your chef to walk in and see you having sex. Not normal at all. In fact, it's the opposite of normal. And, it's totally and completely embarrassing."

He kissed her cheek. "You're right," he agreed. "And, you shouldn't have to face the aftermath alone. Come on. Let's go home."

Fitz smiled as he leaned against the bathroom counter. He had just finished brushing his teeth and was patiently waiting on Olivia to get out of the shower. She always looked like a goddess, emerging from the steam with water glistening on her smooth skin. She opened the shower door and her eyes immediately met his.

She grabbed a towel. "Do you mind?" She asked as she wrapped the towel around her body.

He furrowed his brows. "Mind what?"

"You're staring," she told him.

"Maybe I like what I see," he said as he took steps towards her.

"Fitz."

He placed his hands on her towel, but she grabbed his hands. "Stop," she whispered with her eyes lowered.

"Hey." He gently lifted her head so that he could look in her eyes. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Talk to me Livvie."

"It's nothing." She paused. "I...I just feel fat, uncomfortable, and unattractive," she whispered.

As far as he knew that was the first time she felt self-conscious during the pregnancy. "Oh Livvie. Honey, you're beautiful," he assured her.

"You have to say that," she told him.

"That's true," he said and smiled. "But, it doesn't change the truth. Do you know why I was standing out here? I was waiting to catch a glimpse of the most beautiful, sexiest woman in the world." He could tell she wasn't convinced and still felt self-conscious. He surprised her by scooping her up in his arms.

"What are you doing?" She asked as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"What does it look like?" He walked in the bedroom and placed her on the bed. He opened her towel and she quickly reached for it.

"Fitz, I really don't want to," her eyes met his for a moment before she glanced away. "I'm sorry."

"I know you don't. And that's okay. I don't know what it's like to be pregnant, so I don't know how or why you're feeling this way. Just let me take care of you for a minute," he pleaded with sincerity.

She glanced up at him and nodded.

"Wait right here," he said.

He went in the bathroom and came back out with a towel and softly patted her skin dry. Then, he took the moisturizer and gently started applying it to her body. Caressing her with his hands and eyes, loving every part of her.

She looked in his eyes, and there was no doubt that he thought she was beautiful. She didn't know how or why, because she had looked at that interview of her with and Edison over and over, and concluded that she looked like a whale. But, Fitz thought she was absolutely beautiful. That was evident in his eyes and his touch.

His touch wasn't sexual, but healing. Somehow with each caress she felt more and more beautiful. When he was finished, he looked at her and smiled. And, she had never felt more beautiful in her life.

He got up and got her clothes. Instead of his t-shirts, she was now sleeping in tank tops, because she was always hot. He quietly put her clothes on, allowing his fingers to caress her skin as he did.

When he was done, he caressed her cheek and looked in her eyes. "You are beautiful," he told her. "And, I need you to know that." He leaned forward and softly kissed her lips. Then, he took her in his arms and held her as they laid down. "Now, I'm going to spend the rest of the night gazing at the most beautiful woman in the world."

Olivia woke up the next morning in Fitz's arms. She felt the chill in the air, and she knew he had adjusted the thermostat so she wouldn't move away from him. She smiled when she noticed his flannel covered arm around her. She propped up on her elbow and caressed his cheek.

"You're amazing," she whispered as she gazed at him lovingly.

"You're kind of great yourself," he whispered and grinned.

She smiled. "I thought you were sleeping," she said and kissed him.

He opened his eyes. "I was. But, you touched me."

"My little gentle touch woke you up?"

"Your touch gives me life," he said, taking her hand in his and kissing her palm.

"My charming husband."

"Your husband speaks the truth. So, did you sleep okay?" Fitz asked.

She quietly nodded "Last night was…" She paused. "Different. For me, anyway. I've never felt like that before. But, you knew exactly what I needed."

"I didn't," he admitted. "I really didn't. Well, I didn't know what all you needed. But, I knew you needed love."

She smiled. "Your love was exactly what I needed."