A/N: Thank you for all of the wonderful reviews from last chapter. Hope you enjoy the new installment.
On Monday morning Alexis and Ricardo returned to Miami with a promise of meeting up for Christmas. The kids were dropped off to school by their father while Olivia made the airport trip.
Reaching in to work an hour late, Olivia was greeted by a bubbly Samantha.
"Good morning Sam. I'm so sorry for being late" Olivia rushes out as she storms into the gallery.
"Ahh that's ok" Samantha waved her hand in dismissal. "It's been slow this morning. We had one customer, more like one window shopper."
"Of course" Olivia said with an eye roll. "Is Henry here today?"
"Till this afternoon" Sam responded.
"I thought so, today is a school day for him. Have you gotten him to show you any of his work as yet?" Olivia inquired. It's been a year and no one had ever seen one of his paintings. He's extremely shy when it comes to his work. It made no sense to Olivia, because he's going to Art school, and he has to show his teachers something to grade.
"Nope, still nothing. Something tells me he's really good."
"Of course he is. I wonder if he would let us exhibit some of his work here. When he's ready that is." Olivia added with a sigh.
"Who knows? Soooo…do you want to know how my date went or not?" Samantha asked coyly, while smoothing the front of her black linen fitted dress.
"Oh my, I'm so sorry. I was going to ask but I got sidetracked with talking about Henry" Olivia sets her purse on the nearby chair, that purpose as a decorative piece for the gallery. "How did it went?" she asked with a broad smile.
"It was great. I've never had such a perfect first date" Olivia watches Samantha's dreamy eyes as she relives the memory.
"So what happened? Where did he take?" she fired off questions.
"Liv it was perfect. He picked me up at my apartment at 7 and then he carried me for dinner. Not at any restaurant but my favorite one –"
"Momofuku Ko?" Olivia interjects and Samantha nodded her head eagerly, yes. "I'm impressed" she told her with a smile.
"I was too. He's an investment banker and I met him through one of my friends. He's actually her cousin" Samantha added shyly. It's hard to find a good guy out there, so she didn't object to her friend telling her cousin about her single friend.
Olivia continued to smile enthralled by the story. They were grateful that the gallery was quiet, except for their voices and the background music, being played through the surround sound system.
"We had amazing conversation. We talked about any and everything. It's like…we just clicked" her eyes stared off into space as she explained to her friend and boss. She gives her head a little shake before continuing. "After that we went dancing. At a Latin club of course" she added with a chuckle. "He's a fairly good dancer too."
"This is wonderful Samantha. This reminds me of my first date with Fitz" Olivia gives her a bright smile, as she recalls her own precious memories. "Are you going to go out again with him?"
Olivia watches as Samantha gives her a sheepish smile.
"Samantha Velacruz you did not!" Olivia booms.
Samantha burst into laughter as she shook her head up and down – yes.
"You did? Didn't you?"
"Uh huh" Samantha lets out still laughing. Her cheeks pink from blushing too much.
"How was it? Was he any good?"
"Compared to the others I've been with, I will have to say a strong yes" Sam answered.
"Well look at that. I hope things work out for you Hun, you deserve happiness" Olivia gives her arm a squeeze.
"I appreciate you saying that, Liv."
"Delivery for Ms. Olivia Pope" their cocoon was broken by the voice of a delivery guy holding a beautifully arranged bouquet of pink peonies.
Olivia was taken aback by the use of her maiden name. She hasn't been Ms. Pope in nine years.
"That'll be me" she said, approaching the guy holding the arrangement.
"Just sign here ma'am" he said, holding up a clipboard with a sheet of paper attached to it.
Olivia signs her name on the line as Olivia Grant.
"Who sent these?" she asked.
"I'm sorry ma'am but I am not at liberty to say" he answered.
"That's fine. Probably from my husband, anyways" she reasoned.
"Where do you want these?" The gentleman asked.
"I'll just take it. Thank you"
"You're welcome and have a great day ma'am" he said, before turning to leave the store.
"Does Fitz have a brother?" Samantha wastes no time to ask.
Olivia laughs at her. "I'm sorry but he's one of a kind."
"That's too bad. The guy still sends you flower after all these years."
Olivia inhales the fresh scent of the flowers with a smile. "He's truly a catch. I wonder why he used Pope on the delivery" she questioned aloud.
Samantha gives her a shrug. "Dunno. Role play?"
That garnered another laugh from Olivia.
"Well Sam, we've already spent way too much time on the clock idling. I'm going to my office to finish up the budget and to look over the sales from the exhibit."
"Great. I've already emailed you the list of buyers."
"You're the best" Olivia said with a satisfied smile. She grabs her handbag from the chair and makes her way to her office. Once she was in there, she laughed at the sight on the floor.
They were pens, paper, an elephant designed paper weight and other miscellaneous things lining it. The sight made her blushed as she recalled the quickie that she and Fitz had last Friday. Boy wasn't she happy for the stress decompressor that day. It made a difference in the way she'd carry herself that evening.
Placing the large arrangement at the frontal corner of her desk, she also placed her handbag in its designated drawer, and proceeds to pick up the discarded items on the floor.
Once everything was back to its place, Olivia finally sat in the comfy chair behind her desk.
She sees the flower and once again smiles. Stuck between the stems of the flowers was the message card, she grabs it and reads:
So proud of the work you did on Friday.
~ Always thinking of you.
Awwwww he's so sweet, she thought. Grabbing her iPhone from her purse, she shoots her husband a quick text.
OG: There's a reason why I keep you. Thanks for being an amazing husband. Love you.
Not long after Fitz responded:
FG: You don't have to thank me for anything. I enjoy pleasing you as much as you love being pleased. Love you too ;)
Olivia reads the message with a smile as wide as the Atlantic. She was a fool in love. Who could really blame her?
The day flew by before she know it. She kept busy throughout the day only stopping for lunch. By the time she looked down at her watch it was already 5. She stretched her tired limbs out before going out to the main part of the gallery. She walked around a few times asking the patrons, if they needed assisting but they all seemed contend, to watch the various art pieces without interruption.
By 5:30 she was already leaving, headed to her car in the nearby parking garage. On her way home she listened to the radio and smiled when they played one of Fitz's song. She was still one of his fangirls. His biggest fangirl to be exact.
Her mind ran to Iya's sleepover request, she made a mental note to talk about it with Fitz later. Olivia had already came to her decision but since the two worked as a team they consulted with each other. Besides, she did promise her daughter that she'll talk about it with her father.
Olivia was surprised to see that Fitz was already home by the time she got there. She exited her car that was parked next to his and made her way to her family.
"Good afternoon, family" she greeted, as she walks into the family room. They were all spread out, either on the couch or the floor, with eyes glued to the TV showing cartoons.
"Mommy!" Tommy was the first one to greet her, he gets up from his spot on the couch and ran into her waiting arms.
"Hey sweet boy. How was your day?" She asked giving him a kiss.
"It was goooood. Mama Awa got us ice cream after school" he spoke excitedly.
"Is that so? And where's mine?"
"Dunno. I ate it all. Sorry" he said, clutching his belly with both hands.
"Then I'll have to eat you" Olivia lowered herself to the floor, taking him with her and pretended to chomp away on his neck and arms. He squeals with laughter as she continues to playfully eat him.
"Iya save me!" He screams for his sister, who only needed an invitation to the party. Iya rushes to her brother's aid and start attacking her mother's arms with raspberries.
Olivia managed to wrestle both of them into her arms. And squeeze them together. They kept wiggling their bodies until they wiggled their way out of her grip. Once they were free, Olivia calls Fitz to her rescue. She was out powered by the duo.
All 6ft 2 of him got up from the couch and in one stride grab both children from off his wife. They were no match to him. He wrestles them to the ground and holds them underneath his arms.
"Now Liv" he calls her to tickle their bellies.
Olivia advances to them and starts a tickle parade on their little bellies and armpits. They were laughing and thrashing themselves against their father.
After they begged for mercy, they were finally released. They laid on the floor next to their father, panting for air.
"I guess I won" Olivia said, declaring her victory.
"That's because you cheated" Iya huffed. "Me and Tommy would've taken you down."
"They do have a point, sweetie" Fitz said from his position on the floor. "For a second I thought they would've won."
Olivia laughs. "That's because they're giants."
"Thanks to me" he retorts.
"Why we giants, mommy?" Tommy asks.
"You're not a real giant honey, but I said that because you are tall. Both of you are and someday will be taller than me."
"Oh. I'll be strong and tall like daddy and I'll grow an arection too."
"Tommy!" Both Olivia and Fitz say at the same time.
"Remember our deal?" his father asked.
"Sorry daddy" Tommy said with his eyes casting downwards.
"Its ok bud. Don't let it happen again. Ok?"
"Ok."
"What's an arection?" Iya asked, sitting up to look at her mother.
"We'll talk about it later. Who wants to help me cook dinner?" Olivia queried trying to change the topic.
"Me!" "Me!" The kids let out in chorus.
"What do you want for dinner?" She asked.
"Spaghetti and meatball" they both let out. Their favorite meal and Olivia didn't mind because it was easy to prepare.
"Spaghetti and meatball it is. Go wash your hands and put on your aprons" she tells them and they both rushed to their feet and ran out the room.
"Stop running!" their father calls after them.
Olivia crawls over to Fitz on her hands and knees. Once she was in front of him, she gives him a sweet kiss. "Hello Mr. Grant" she whispered against his lips.
"Hey sweet baby. How was your day?" He asked, while bringing his mouth back to hers.
"It was productive. Besides I got the most beautiful bouquet from the most beautiful man. Thank you for that" Olivia said between kisses.
"Wait. What. I didn't send you any flowers" Fitz stops her from going in for another kiss.
"Huh?" Olivia was dumbfounded by his remark. "But you said I didn't have to thank you for pleasuring me in the text."
"I thought you were talking about morning sex" he said, for clarity.
"Oh my God! Then who sent them?"
"Could it be just a thank you arrangement? What did the card say?" Fitz asked trying to make sense of it.
"First of all, it came addressed to Ms. Pope, which was already strange. The card said something about – being proud of me for the art show that I hosted and it was signed, always thinking about you" Olivia retells with a shiver. Who would send that to me, she thought?
"That is strange. Did you ask the delivery person who was the sender?" Fitz gets up to his feet and started pacing. He didn't like this at all.
"I did ask and they didn't tell. I automatically thought they were from you."
"You thought I would've sent flowers to you as Ms. Pope? You're a Grant, so I won't even think about doing that!" he spat harshly.
"Hey! Don't yell at me. I didn't do anything wrong" Olivia retorts. She also stands to her feet and began pacing.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell. I don't like this. Where's the flowers?"
"Uhh in my office. I can call the gallery now and have Henry dump it."
"Please" was all Fitz said. He didn't know what kind of sick game this person was playing but he didn't take kindly to it.
Fitz continued to pace as he listens to Olivia call the gallery and asked Henry to dump the flowers for her.
"There, it's over" she said to him, after ending the call.
Fitz smothers her in a bear hug, "I want you to be careful. If this happens again, let me know, ok."
"I will. Now let me go change out of these clothes and head to the kitchen before those two burn it down. Please go supervise your kids in the meantime."
"Yes ma'am" Fitz said, giving her butt a swat as she leaves the room.
He makes his way to his children, to see them already took the box of pasta out of the pantry, along with the pot that they normally used to boil it in. He helped them fill it up with water and placed it onto the gas stove to boil.
Not long after Olivia joins them in a simple maxi dress and her favorite lounging cardigan.
They all talked as the food was being cooked. Iya brought up the sleepover again and like before, Olivia told her that dad and her will discuss it later. Tommy was talking about his friends and what they did in school today. He was excited about the upcoming field trip to the zoo. Something that reminded Olivia that she was on record as one of their chaperones. Fitz discussed his work also. He finally was able to have the difficult band agree with his way of producing. He also announced that he was in the final stages of recording his personal album and will not be singing any of the songs, for them as yet. He wants to surprise them.
After dinner, they helped the kids with their homework before any TV was watched. After an hour of TV, they helped the kids to bed and Olivia returned to the kitchen to clean up the dishes.
"Don't you think it's time we hired someone to look after the house, Liv?" Fitz asked, as he enveloped her waist into a hug from behind.
Olivia rests the soapy plate that she was working on, back into the sink and relaxes into his arms.
"I like taking care of my family" she said simply.
"I know but it's not easy for you to work and have to come home and have to cook. Plus there's cleaning and doing laundry. You're doing too much, sweetie" Fitz tried to reason with her.
"I guess I am. I'll think about it" she tells him. "In the meantime help me prep smoothies for breakfast."
"My pleasure."
"I've been looking forward to this moment all day" Fitz saids as he flops his achy body on to the comfy bed and rolls to snuggle alongside his wife.
"What exactly have you been waiting for, Grant?" she asked, with her eyes half closed, enjoying the feel of his warm body pressed up against her back.
"To be in bed with my favorite wife" he places a soft kiss on her neck.
"I'm your only wife" Olivia mumbles as she turns her body to face him.
"If you say so, wife number one" he jokes.
"I have something to talk to you about, Fitz" he halts his kisses to her neck.
"Oh?" Fitz raises a quizzical brow at her.
"Iya asked to go to a sleepover at Kendra's."
"Who's Kendra? And what happened to Tiffany and Zoey? I thought those two are her best friends" Fitz looks even more puzzled.
"You're slow behind, Grant. Kendra started school in the last semester of last school year. At least that's what I think. I've met her a few times when visiting the school, hanging with Iya" Olivia explains, as one of her hands rubs through his chest hair.
"Ok. Have you met the parents?"
"That's the thing, I haven't met them."
"Then that's a no. We're not going to send her overnight at someone's house that we don't even know. So tell her to forget it."
"Sheesh. Why do I always have to be the bad guy? Why can't you tell her" Olivia complains.
"Because that's just the way it is" he sing songs his response to her.
Olivia pouts at him.
"Let's make a deal then. Who first cums have to tell her. Deal?" He propositioned.
Olivia watches as his face broke out into a boyish grin. "And who told you that I was up to that tonight?"
"Because I know you and I know this" he touches her body with an open palm. First, touching her left shoulder and then he runs his hand across her clavicle, the valley between her breast, down her stomach and then it settles between the apex of her thighs.
She was a goner and Fitz made sure she lost the bet. One orgasm later, she laid beneath him panting for oxygen.
"You'll be breaking the bad news, sweetie" he gives her a final peck before rolling off of her.
"Whatever. It was worth it" she puffs.
"Here" Fitz grabs his discarded pajamas bottom to her.
"Always the gentleman. Thank you" she collects the piece of clothing and uses it to wipe off the mess that they'd made between her thighs.
"You always treat me like a baby mom!" Iya pouts, as her mother delivers the bad news the following evening.
"Iya do not use that tone with me" Olivia warns her.
Gathered in the family room that evening, Olivia told Iya that she won't be going to the sleepover because they've never met Kendra's parents. The girl didn't take it well and decided to refute her parent's decision.
Tommy was occupied on the floor ignoring them, as he played a video game on his iPad mini. It was only the three of them, since Fitz wasn't home from work.
"But that's not fair. Everyone will be there. Tiffany and Zoey will be there" the little girl continued to protest, her eyes filling up with water.
"Iya, even if we were to meet Kendra's parents tomorrow, it still would be too soon to send you on a sleepover for Friday night."
"But why? I only get to go places with you and dad. Tommy is a baby not me" her voice wavering with unshed tears.
"I'm not a baby. I'm a big boy!" Tommy interjects from the floor.
"Iya you're only eight and until you're older, you will be accompanied by me or your father. It's because we love you and want to keep you safe."
Iya bursts into tears. "I never get to do anything fun" she mumbles into the arm of the chair, she was sitting across from her mother. Her entire face turned a shade of deep pink.
Olivia watches her and feels bad for denying her the ability to do a sleepover with her friends. She just didn't like the idea of any one of her children sleeping at a friend's house. All of her paranoia came from her upbringing. Her mother never allowed her as a child to do it because of her own experience. When her mother was a little girl she was fingered by her friend's older brother. Thankfully, her best friend had woken up to see him hovering over her, and that prevented him from going farther. Suffice to say, the tradition of no sleepovers was passed down from generation to generation.
"Don't cry, baby" Olivia gets up to go comfort her wailing daughter.
But Iya had other plans, she got up from the chair and advanced towards the stairs. She rushed towards her room.
Olivia allowed her to go to her room uninterrupted, giving her some space. Letting out a huge sigh, she plops her bottom to the ground next to Tommy.
She ruffles his brown curls and kisses his plump cheek. Her baby was getting baby, she thought – watching him focusing on his favorite game, fruit ninja.
"How was school today, baby?" she asked, her head propped comfortably on her hands.
"Goood" he replied, as his finger simultaneously swipes across the screen, slashing the fruits before they hit the bottom.
"What did you learn?"
"Stuffs" he continued to pay attention on his game.
"What kind of stuffs?" Olivia asks while rubbing up and down his back, covered by a white tee.
"Uhhhhh. Fuck!" He exclaims in anger after accidentally swiping a bomb only to be blown up. Game Over!
"Tommy! Don't let me hear you saying that word again!" Olivia chastises him.
"I'm sorry mom" he mutters, feeling embarrassed for getting yelled at. He places his iPad on the ground and watches his mother through sad eyes.
"Where did you ever heard that word from?" she asks, knowing for sure that it couldn't be her or Fitz. They didn't have a habit of using foul language in front of the kids.
"When daddy and Rick were grilling I heard daddy say fuck your team" Tommy explains.
"Tommy please don't say that word again" she pinches the bridge of her nose. She can feel a headache coming.
"I know you heard your father saying it but you can't. Ok?"
"But. Why?" he pouts at her.
"Because it's a bad word."
"But daddy says it. Are you going to spank him?"
Olivia lets out a chuckle. "No I'm not but I will have a strict conversation with him."
"Ok. I won't do it again" he tells his mother sincerely.
"That's my good boy. Come give mama a hug" he scoots over to her and wraps his little arms around her.
"I love you, baby."
"I love you too, mommy."
Olivia squeezes him to her and allow him to snuggle up against her.
"I'm home" Fitz calls from the foyer as he comes through the door, breaking up Tommy and Olivia's serenity.
"In here" Olivia shouts.
Not long after, Fitz was walking in the family room, looking as fresh and handsome as he'd looked that morning. His blue denim jeans, hugging his firm ass spectacularly. A simple black Henley long sleeve T-shirt covered his sinew muscles. On his feet he wore comfortably stylish Adidas sneakers. The lightweight military styled camo jacket was already hung in the coat closet.
"What are my family up to?" he greeted, seeing mother and son wrapped up in each other.
"Smuggling" Tommy offered.
Fitz and Olivia laughed out loud at his answer. Fitz corrected him, "you mean snuggling, son."
"Oh" he says thoughtfully.
"How was your day?" He asked his wife.
She lets out a long sigh, "hectic but productive" she answers.
He gives a brief smile and a nod in acknowledgement – he then takes a seat on the plush armchair. "Where's Iya?" Fitz asks looking around to see her missing from the band.
"She's in her room. A little upset right now" Olivia said.
"What's wrong with her?"
"Iya and mommy were arguing. Then Iya went to her room. She's mad, daddy" Tommy adds his summarize version.
"Is that so? What for?"
"The sleepover discussion."
"Oh" Fitz gives her a tight smile. "She'll get over it."
Olivia sighs hoping that she will.
"Since you're home, let me go reheat dinner. Mom baked a casserole before she left. Is that good?" she asked her husband while lifting Tommy to his feet before standing on hers.
"That's fine with me."
"Great. I'll make a fresh garden salad to go with it."
Olivia makes her way to him and plants a lingering kiss on his lips before relocating to the kitchen.
She preheated the oven and placed the Pyrex dish with the casserole in it for fifteen minutes, to reheat it. As she waited for the casserole to finish, she sliced veggies and mixed them together in some light vinaigrette.
From time to time, she would hear Tommy and his father laughing at the TV. Probably watching some form of cartoon. Her husband was a kid at heart.
Carrying all of the foods along with eating utensils to the breakfast nook, she was ready to serve dinner.
"Dinner is ready! Tommy go wash your hands and tell your sister dinner is ready!" Olivia announced, loudly.
Tommy jumps up immediately from his seat on the couch that was next to his dad. He ran up the stairs to do as he was told.
Fitz turned off the 70" smart TV before going to the kitchen. He stopped at the kitchen sink to wash his hands, then took his seat at the head of the four seated table.
"Hmmmm this smells and looks good" he complimented his wife, who was busy fetching glasses filled with organic passion fruit juice to the table.
"Thanks" she replied, taking her seat at the other end of the table once the beverages were safely delivered.
Tommy rushes into the kitchen with the same speed he went upstairs with. The front of his shirt has sprinkles of water on it. He didn't care about his appearance as he took a seat to his father's right hand side.
"Where's your sister?" his mother asked.
"Iya said she's not coming down for dinner" Tommy relays whilst shrugging his shoulder.
"Did she say why?" Olivia continued.
"Uh huh. She said that she's mad and will stay in her room forever." Tommy scrunches up his nose as he reflects on her word, "woo can she really stay in her room forever?"
Ignoring his question, Olivia turned to her husband, "Fitz, do you mind?"
Taking a deep breath, he nods his head, pushes back his chair, stood up and made his way up to his daughter's room.
He knocks on her door twice before announcing that he was coming in.
"Sweet cheeks" he uses her nickname to warm her up. The sight of her sitting in the middle of her full size bed with her knees up to her chest and her cheeks tear stained made his heart ache. He never liked seeing his baby girl cry.
She said nothing to him, she sat on her bed and stared at the book in her hand.
Not letting her unwelcome presence deter him, he takes a seat next to her.
"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are grey
You never know, dear, how much I love you
Please don't take my sunshine away"
Fitz continued to sing the song a second time before he was able to see her cracking a smile. It was their song, the song he sung to her every morning when she was a baby and when she's sad.
"There you are" he tells her when he sees her smile turns bigger and eventually showed teeth. "I
never want to see my baby girl sad" he hugs her to his side and kisses her ebony curls that was piled up on top of her head in a puff. Her natural curls were back after it was washed the night before.
"You wanna go down for some food?"
"I'm not hungry, dad" she answers him in a soft voice.
"You have to eat sweetie. Your mother prepared dinner for us" at the mention of her mother's name, Iya scoffs and rolls her eyes.
"Hey hey what's that for?" Fitz's eyebrows were knitted together. He won't allow anyone including his children to disrespect his wife.
"I'm mad at mommy. She never lets me do anything. She's…she's….overprotective" Iya finally finishes with a huff.
"I understand how you may be feeling but I want you to understand that everything your mother does is because she loves you. We do not know Kendra's mother and father. That's the reason why we cannot send you to their house. What if something goes wrong?" Fitz's blue eyes bores into his daughter's grey ones, to get his message across effectively. She had a defiant look on her face, looking just like her mother when angry.
"Kendra has two daddies" she corrected him. "They're nice people, they send cupcakes for our class every Friday."
"Oh they may be nice people but the fact still remains the same. Unless we meet them and get to know them a bit we won't be sending you. Ok?"
Iya grumbles underneath her breath for a few seconds but finally says, "Ok." She couldn't argue with her father because her other two best friends are practically raised by nannies. Their parents are hardly around.
"How about we take our tents out and camp out in the backyard this weekend?"
"Really dad?" her eyes grew wide with excitement.
"I'm game if you are" he tells her.
"Yes yes. Thank you thank you" she hugs him to her chest tightly in gratitude.
After a few seconds they finally broke away, "let's go and eat before our food gets too cold. And Iya when you go downstairs you will apologize to your mother for not coming down when she sent Tommy to get you."
"Yes, dad" she added sullenly.
Her mood was instantly elevated when her dad picked her up and threw her across his shoulder. She giggled all the way down the stairs, hanging upside down.
Olivia smiled seeing her daughter's giggling form, on top of her father's shoulder. They finally could eat, Tommy was bugging her for his food, in the past ten minutes as they waited for them.
Planting her to the ground, Iya immediately turns around and walks towards her mother. With her eyes lowered to her clasped hands, she apologizes, "I'm sorry mommy" she said in a quiet voice.
Olivia tilts her chin up with two of her fingers, to gain eye contact, "what are you sorry for?" she asked.
"I'm sorry for not coming to dinner when you sent Tommy" she was remorseful.
"I forgive you, baby" Olivia wraps her arms around her and allowed her to do the same. Their hearts realigned with each other in that brief moment of reconciliation.
Iya takes the seat next to her mother and before long they were all eating dinner with animated chatters.
"Do you think I'm too overprotective?" Olivia asked her husband later that night as they lie in bed.
"Not really" Fitz chose to answer with.
"What you mean not really? It's either a yes or a no, babe."
Fitz rolls over to his side and cups her breast through the satin gown, to distract her. "I think you're a great mother. I couldn't have chosen a better woman to impregnate."
"Well when you put it like that, I guess I'm one lucky broad to be III Legend's baby mama" she quips.
"You bet your ass you are!" he exclaimed with a chuckle.
"Whatever! And please leave my boobs alone, they're sensitive."
"My boobs. I'm just allowing you to wear them" he tells her as he continues to fondle her round mounds through the smooth fabric. He could already feel her erect nipples straining against the material. He was one lucky fella.
"Fitz" Olivia moans as his large palm continue to knead her breast. She could already feel the moisture pooling between her legs.
He turns her over onto her back, without losing grip of that one breast. Hovering over her, he removes his hand from her breast and plants it at the side of her. He lowers his body to hers and kisses her senselessly.
Tonight they were not making love, they just wanted to engage in the lustful sex of two people being attracted to each other.
Knowing that they both fly commandos, most of the times at night, ridding themselves of their clothes was easy. Olivia pulled off her satin nightie over her head with her hands while Fitz pushed off his drawstring pajamas with his feet.
Not wasting time, he lines up his erect member with her dripping core and plunges in with one deep thrust.
"Shit!" She moans as that one stroke hits her spot.
Fitz latches his mouth onto hers as he continued to move inside of her. Her legs are wrapped around his waist, pulling him in deeper as he continued to send powerful thrust her way.
She cries out as her orgasm builds but her cries were muffled by his mouth. He speeds up his rhythm after feeling her heat clamping around his shaft. Like a determine man to reach his goal, he hammers into her over and over until he pushes her over the edge.
She bites down on his bottom lip since he won't let hers go. As her core spasms around him, he continues to slam into her – prolonging her orgasm. Not long after he felt his body go rigid as he ejaculates his sperm deep inside of her.
He stays on top of her for a little while, to catch his uneven breath. With some semblance of regulated breathing, he pulls out his soften member from her.
Olivia rolls over and straddles one of his thighs, not wanting to lose contact with him. Her upper body snuggled against his chest. With her movement all of their combined fluids flowed out of her and onto his thigh.
"Eww baby. When I give you my sperm, I don't want it back" Fitz says in a ragged voice.
"That's the most crap I've ever heard. So after you give it to me, you don't want it back?" she asked raising her head from off of his chest to look up at him.
"That's right" he says pulling her close to kiss the top of her head.
"That makes no sense. So when you masturbate doesn't it go on you?" she rested her head back on to his chest comfortably, and wiggles her wet core on his thigh for good measure. Olivia didn't like the wet after effects of their love making nor did she hate it. She just like having the scent of her husband on her for as long as she could keep it. Something about that makes her feel close to him.
"That's different" he confirms.
"So you're admitting that you do masturbate?" Olivia smiles deviously.
Fitz squeezes her body and replied unashamedly, "yes I am and so do you. We're in this together" he lowers his head and nibbles on one of her sensitive ear lobes.
"Only when we do phone sex" she confirms.
"Me too" Fitz's voice muffled, as he continued to nibble on her ear lobe.
Olivia was already turned on and she started to grind her core against his thigh. Being on only one side of his body, she was able to grab his already erect member in her hand.
She raises her head slightly, to face him. Immediately he latches onto her soft kissable lips. Their tongues dueled for dominance as she continued to grind on his thigh and pump his member.
As she rubs her engorged clit against his thigh she feels her orgasm building. As she got closer and closer, she increased the speed of her gyrating hips and her hands pumping. The feel of his warm shaft aroused her beyond words.
"Livvie…I'm gonna…" Fitz words were interrupted as he felt himself shudder in his wife's hand. His seed squirted up in to the air, landing on her hands and on his legs and stomach.
Seeing the generous fluid, pushed Olivia in to oblivion and she cried out as waves of pleasure courses through her.
"Wow" she pants coming off of her high.
"I've never had someone orgasm from dry humping my leg" Fitz says breathlessly.
"There's always a first" she tells him.
"That's true Mrs. Grant" he agrees.
"And that's why I'll get you for making my baby say the F word"
"Oops" he gives her a nervous chuckle. "Did I do that?"
"Yes you did Urkel, yes you did. I'll deal with you later cuz right now…" she wasn't able to finish her speech as sleep took over her.
They fell asleep with each other, wrapped up in their sticky mess.
Saturday night came and Iya was infinitely happy as she camped in the backyard with her father and little brother. Olivia had declined, from the fun as she wasn't feeling too well all Saturday. A moderate headache had consumed her. She retired to bed early, leaving Fitz in care of the two minions.
The kids enjoyed s'mores that was roasted over their small bonfire. To give them an authentic camping experience, Fitz made a small fire in their fire pit. The fire not only provided them with s'mores but it also ward off the chilly night air.
Not only were the kids having a good time but their father too. He enjoyed regaling childhood stories to them. They were fascinated by the fact that he was once a kid. Of course, Tommy had all sorts of questions about growing up, in which Fitz was happy to answer. He was just grateful that he didn't mention anything about his penis.
Once they were finish eating, the kids and Fitz laid out on their backs in their sleeping bags, looking up at the faint stars. They spent the next hour making up stories about them.
Unbeknownst to them, they had a special viewer, watching them from the kitchen window.
A/N: This was mostly fluff. Who in the world sent flowers to Ms. Pope? Oh oh. Ms. Iya got mad with her mother. I was going to write that she tells Liv "I hate you" but I had to spare her fictional behind. Because…Liv don't play. Lol. Do you think Liv is too overprotective?
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