A/N: So I'm back with these two. Honestly I love them. If I wasn't already writing two stories, I would definitely turn these one shots into a full story. Maybe after one of my stories wraps up.

Olivia yawned as she slipped out of her lab coat. She looked at her watch. It was 6:30AM. She and Fitz had been on their way out the door the night before when they got roped into helping with a heavily pregnant car accident victim who had gone into labor on impact. It had taken them 9 hours of nonstop care, but they had managed to save both mother and child and leave them in stable condition. She glanced at Fitz's couch and smiled at the sight of him sleeping with one arm hanging off the couch. He was cute when he slept. Well, she thought he was cute all the time but there was something innocent and adorable about his peaceful sleeping face.

He had held the month-early baby boy for nearly three hours while Olivia supervised the frazzled residents attending to the mother. The sight of him caring for the newborn had tugged at her heartstrings in a way she hadn't expected. It was surprising and endearing to see him being so tender and caring. Olivia wasn't much of a baby person—they were fine to look at but not so much to hold—but for him, maybe.

She walked over to the couch and knelt next to him. She took a moment to admire his long eyelashes and the boyish quality they lent his face. His lips seemed fuller and she was momentarily overwhelmed with the urge to kiss him. With a devilish grin, she reached out and pinched the tip of his nose, wiggling it back and forth until he pulled away from her with a grunt. He smirked at her as he blinked awake. Olivia smiled at him. "Good morning sunshine."

"You better want something important if you're disturbing my sleep," he replied, turning on his side so they were face-to-face. In the past few months since she'd come to work at the hospital, he had woken up to her a handful of times and couldn't think of any other way he'd like to start his day.

"I was going to invite you to my place for breakfast but you're in an awfully crabby mood."

"Are you offering to cook for me?" He smirked at her. "That's so traditional."

Olivia rolled her eyes. "I swear every time I try to treat you like a decent person, you open your mouth and screw it up."

He surprised her by kissing her lips, making her giggle as she stood upright. "You love it. You love me."

She did love him, but she'd sooner pull out her own tongue than say it aloud. "You wish. Get up old man."

He yawned as he sat up then stood. Olivia grinned at him. She was wearing flats—a rarity for her—and he seemed much taller than usual. He smiled at the top of her head. "Now I see why you always wear heels. You're a munchkin."

"Or maybe you're just freakishly tall," she countered with a smirk. He poked her side

then took her hand so they could leave.

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"How am I supposed to fit in your clown car?" Fitz teased as he stared down at Olivia's black VW bug.

She smirked at him. "Let the seat back."

She got into the car and let the top down. Fitz squatted to let the passenger seat back then looked up at Olivia. "I have the distinct feeling that you're a bad driver."

"I have the distinct feeling you only feel that way because I'm a woman."

Fitz chuckled. "I'm a sexist ass. I've matured enough to admit that." Olivia laughed as he folded himself into the car. Even with the seat back as far as it would go, he still had very little room to work with. He smirked at her. "Next time we're taking my car. It's an Audi."

Olivia rolled her eyes as she started the car. "Of course it is. Buckle up." Fitz buckled his seatbelt then moved to change the radio station. Olivia smacked his hand as she backed out of her parking space. "My radio, my rules. Don't even."

She turned up the volume, filling the car with pop music. Fitz rolled his eyes. "What are you 18?"

Olivia shot him a look as she left the parking lot. "Well what do you want to listen to, old man?"

Fitz fiddled with the radio until he found a hip hop station. Olivia looked at him with raised eyebrows, shocked he was rapping along word for word to the song on the radio. She laughed. "I was not expecting this."

"I'm full of surprises," he replied.

"So how'd you get into rap?"

Fitz grinned. "The year was 1987 and I wanted to get with this girl in my dorm who was really into hip hop. So I listened to as much as I could so I'd have something to talk about with her. Well, long story short, she didn't date white guys and I spent an obscene amount of money on rap records. I got over her but the music stayed with me. I've been a die-hard fan ever since."

"You are shameless," she declared, shaking her head at him. "So what's your favorite rap song of all time?"

"I can't pick," he answered immediately. "It's like trying to pick a favorite child."

"Come on. Gun to your head. Pick. Mine is 'Love of My Life' by Erykah Badu."

Fitz thought for a moment. "Gun to my head, I'd have to say "I Used to Love H.E.R." by Common."

Olivia nodded. "Good choice. Better than I'd expect of you."

"What did you expect me to say? Maybe 'Ice Ice Baby'?" He smirked at her.

"It's a great song. i would have mocked you endlessly for choosing it, but it's a great song."

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Because she would never get anything done with him wrapped around her waist, Olivia made Fitz sit on a stool at the island while she chopped vegetables for his omelet. He sat in his light blue boxers and a white t-shirt, watching her work with a goofy grin on his face. She had changed out of the chambray button down and black pencil shirt she'd worn to work into a large pastel green t-shirt emblazoned with her sorority letters in hot pink print, gray Nike running shorts hidden by the shirt's size, and ankle-high tan UGGs. She could have passed for a co-ed with her hair pulled up in a hastily crafted bun at the crown of her head.

"Ah!" she shrieked when the knife sliced her index finger. She rounded on him, her eyes wide and filling with tears, and thrust her finger out. "It's bleeding! Fix it!"

Fitz was immediately on his feet and in front of her in seconds. He took hold of her hand and wiped away the dripping blood from her fingertip so he could judge the depth of the wound. It wasn't deep. She wouldn't need stitches. He wiped her tears with his free hand, using the other hand to pinch her fingertip to slow the bleeding. "You're okay, Livvie. It's okay. It's not a bad cut."

"But it's bleeding!" she wailed. Fitz almost laughed. She was so cute even when she wasn't trying to be. He hoisted her onto the island, instructing her to press a paper towel to the cut so the blood would clot while he went to her bathroom to get supplies to take care of it. He returned a moment later with her first aid kit.

"Stop crying baby," he soothed as he removed the paper towel. The blood had clotted enough for his to clean the wound and swab it with antiseptic. Olivia hissed, snatching her hand away. "I'm sorry. I know it hurts. Let me fix it." He put a little Neosporin on it then wrapped a Hello Kitty band-aid around the wound. Olivia managed a smile when he planted a kiss on her fingertip. "There. All better."

She sniffed and he wiped the tears off her cheek. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close to kiss his lips. "You're a better doctor than I thought."

Fitz laughed. "I guess I'll take that as a compliment." He pinched her cheek. "A doctor who hates the sight of her own blood… Weird."

Olivia chuckled. "Well I'm not usually the one who's bleeding."

"Perhaps we should just have cereal," Fitz suggested with a smile. "That happens to be my specialty."

He carried her to the couch, placing kisses all over her face that made her giggle like a little girl, then plopped her onto it. A few minutes later, he joined her with two bowls of Froot Loops. He handed her a bowl and Olivia looked down into it. "Perfect milk to cereal ratio. Your culinary skills know no bounds."

He laughed, reaching over to poke her side. They watched Criminal Minds and enjoyed their cereal, eventually nodding off in a heap of entangled limbs. When they awoke a few hours later, Olivia's finger had bled through her band-aid. She exclaimed, "It's bleeding again!"

"Okay, okay," Fitz soothed as he got off the couch. He went to the kitchen and retrieved the first aid kit left on the counter. He redressed her wound, making sure to wrap the band-aid tightly enough to help the blood clot. He planted another kiss on her fingertip. "You need to be more careful with these fingers. They'll have to mother half a dozen little Grants someday."

"Is that right?" Olivia was surprised that he'd thought about them having children. She was even more surprised that he wanted so many.

He grinned at her. "Well, we'll have to get married first, you being a southern belle and all, but yes, that's right. We're going to have lots of babies, 5 or 6 maybe."

Olivia smiled at him as he closed the first aid kit then took it back to her bathroom. He came back into the living room and lay back on the couch, allowing her to clamber on top of him. She lay her head on his chest and breathed in his sweet clean scent. "I love you."

He looked down at her and smiled. "I wondered how long it would take you to say it."

"You're supposed to say it back, asshole," she reminded.

Fitz wrapped both arms around her, squeezing her tight. "I suppose I love you too. I'd have to, to nurse your wounds."

Olivia pinched his side. "You love me anyway. You made me breakfast."

"I kind of had to. You damn near hacked your finger off." He chuckled. "Then you cried. I can't believe you cried, Liv."

"It hurt," she whined jokingly. She fixed him with her best wide, sad eyes. "And now you're teasing me."

"I'm sorry baby." Fitz leaned down at kissed the tip of her nose. A chuckle burst from him. "No I'm not. You're a crybaby."

Olivia smacked his shoulder. "Asshole."

"I just never pegged you for a crier, Liv." He ran his fingers through her hair. "It's cute. It means you need me."

Olivia rolled her eyes. "I do not need you! I could have taken care of my hand."

"Maybe after you panicked and threw up a little."

Olivia chuckled, reaching up to pinch his cheeks. Fitz smiled at her. He'd never get tired of that face. He was confused when she suddenly said, "Pope-Grants."

"What?"

"You said I'd have to mother half a dozen little Grants someday. They'll be Pope-Grants."

"They'll be Grants. Just like you."

"Who said I was taking your name?"

"I did." He pulled her up so they were face to face. "You're going to take my name, Livvie."

"That's assuming I say yes to your proposal, Fitzgerald." She smirked at him.

Fitz rolled them off the couch, trapping her beneath him, and began tickling her sides, a punishment she couldn't withstand. "Say you're gonna take my name!"

"No!" Her refusal earned a doubling of his efforts that made her shriek, her legs kicking underneath him.

"Say you're gonna take my name!" he repeated, resting his weight on her so she couldn't wriggle away. Tears streamed down her face from laughing.

She finally realized there was nothing to be done. "Fine Fitz! I'll take your name!"

"You mean it?" he demanded.

"Yes! Now stop; I'm gonna pee!" He finally let her go, giving a smug smile.

"I knew you'd give in," he said as he resumed his seat on the couch then pulled her onto his lap. Olivia pouted cutely at him. He kissed her protruding bottom lip. "I love you."

"I don't love you," she grumbled. It was possibly the biggest lie she'd ever told. It had been six frustratingly glorious months and she'd fallen hard for Fitz.

Fitz trailed kisses from the corner of her mouth to the lamb-soft skin below her earlobe. "Yes you do."

She couldn't help grinning at him as he looked at her like she'd hung the moon. "Yes I do."

A/N: I'm literally grinning like an idiot because I just love these two. I love Olitz period. They make me all saccharine and starry-eyed, which is a really bad look for the sarcastic cynic I'm supposed to be. Anyway, leave your reviews! Don't be shy! XOXO