Can You Handle It?
Olivia was half asleep when she felt Fitz kiss the back of her neck.
"Liv," his voice was husky, "Are you awake?"
Olivia didn't answer him. She was slightly annoyed that he had chosen this moment to engage in touchy feely game.
"Liv, I need you," he pulled her in closer to him.
Olivia could feel his erection on her lower back. She wondered when he had the chance to take off his boxers. Olivia reached behind her and began stoking his penis. Fitz grunted, his lips kissing a trail from her neck to her shoulder. He used his leg to part her legs, taking his erection in his hand and slid into her. His hand slid under her shirt as he began to slowly move. Fitz pulled her in closer as he found his rhythm and started to thrust faster into her. He moved his hands slowly up her stomach to her breast, squeezing them as his teeth grazed her neck.
"Ow," Olivia's painful whimper went unnoticed by Fitz who was in his zone.
Olivia's breast were so sore that she couldn't stand to have anything touch them but Fitz had no way of knowing that so she grabbed his hand and removed it from her chest. Olivia heard Fitz groan and she tried to stay in the moment and not allow the pain she felt to overshadow the pleasure she was getting with every stroke. She closed her eyes and let go of his hand as a moan escaped her lips.
"So good," Fitz grunted into her neck.
"Oooh shit, shit, fuuuuck," Olivia cried out gripping the sheets.
They moved together, each working to bring the other to pleasure. Once again Fitz hand was on her breast, squeezing and then twisting her nipple in between his fingers.
"Ow. Stop. Stop."
Fitz stopped immediately. He pulled back, pulling out of her.
"What's wrong?"
"It hurts," she sat up in bed.
"What hurts?"
"My breasts are sore and you have this fucking death grip on them. God," Olivia looked down at her chest.
"Why are your breasts sore?"
Olivia looked up at him but didn't say anything, instead she made a move to get out of bed but Fitz grabbed her by the waist, pulling her back down on the bed.
"Liv, is there something you want to tell me?"
"No," Olivia looked into his eyes which had a knowing look in them, "Maybe."
"Olivia," Fitz stared at her as if he could see through to her soul.
She sighed, "We're having a baby."
Olivia watched his face light up.
"We're having a baby," Fitz repeated her.
Olivia nodded.
"Woohoo," he shouted jumping out of bed.
Olivia was speechless for a second as she watched his penis swing around as he gyrated his hips in a celebratory dance.
"Oh my God. Stop that," Olivia laughed putting her face in her hands.
"No way! I can do this all night," Fitz continued his naked celebratory dance.
"Oh God," Olivia said in between giggles, "Please stop," Olivia spoke into her hands.
Olivia felt the bed move as he got back in bed. Fitz spread her legs and settled in between them. He stared at her for a long moment waiting for her to look at him. When she finally looked at him, Fitz asked, "When did you find out?"
"Three weeks ago."
"You've known for three weeks and you're just now telling me?"
There was slight irritation in his voice and Olivia looked away from him. Fitz regretted the tone of his voice. He grabbed her face so that she could look at him.
"Talk to me, Liv," he spoke in a gentle voice.
"I was going to tell you but I was waiting until I made it out of the first trimester. My age and what happened with Camille was fresh on my mind so I didn't tell you because I didn't want to get your hopes up only to disappoint you if something were to happen."
Fitz had known about Camille's miscarriage and the fact that Olivia was worried about the possibility of having one and disappointing him, hurt him.
"Oh, Livvie," Fitz sat up and changed positions so that Olivia could sit in his lap, "Come here."
Olivia straddled him. They stared at each other for a long moment.
"Don't be mad at me. I was going to tell you," Olivia started, "I worried because we never had a chance to really talk about kids and then with my sister's miscarriage a couple of months ago, that was on my mind. I'm not young so anything could happen. I didn't want to get you excited and then have something happen. I couldn't do that to you."
Fitz loved Olivia so much and it broke his heart that having a miscarriage and possibly disappointing him was something that worried her. He searched his mind for the right words to say but he couldn't find any.
Fitz kissed her lips gently and pulled away slightly.
"I'm not mad. I just wish you trusted me more to be there for you," Fitz said.
"I trust you. I just…you're going through a lot of changes right now and I don't want to add more on you. You were already stressed about your kids and your promotion, and then there is your divorce…," her voice trailed off.
"There is a difference. I know you trust me but you don't trust me to that be there for you," Fitz stated, "I'm going to say something and I don't want you to get offended or think that I am trying to psychoanalyze you."
"Okay," Olivia said nervously.
"I think this is defense mechanism that probably goes back to your childhood. Your mom left and your dad wasn't his full self because he was drowning his pain in a bottle so I'm sure you felt like you had no one. As a result, you only truly trusted yourself to fix your problems because you know for sure that you will always show up for yourself."
"Wow, Dr. Grant," Olivia pulled away slightly but remained in his lap because Fitz held on to her waist.
"You're offended."
"No," Olivia shook her head, "I just never noticed that I don't trust people to help me until you said something. It is very eye opening."
Olivia knew she had issues that dated back to her childhood so she prided herself on being self aware of all her flaws as a way of not letting them rule her life but this, what Fitz had said, never crossed her mind. Hearing it and realizing that this was an issue she was not aware of brought on a wave of emotions that she wasn't expecting to feel.
They were both silent for a long while.
"How far long are you?" Fitz asked breaking the silence.
"11 weeks."
Fitz had so many thoughts running through his mind but most of all he was excited. He was having a baby with the love of his life. Fitz couldn't help the smile that appeared on his face.
"Are you okay with this?" Olivia asked meekly. "We never really talked about realistically having a kid. I didn't even know that I could have one. It never happened before so I just assumed that having a kid wasn't in my cards for me."
"Livvie, you just made me the happiest man alive. This is the best news."
Olivia hugged him tightly, burying her face in his neck.
"I sometimes worry that we are moving really fast but I love you so this feels right," she spoke against his neck.
"This is perfect," Fitz said as her rubbed up and down her back. Thoughts of their future child began to flood his mind and he felt a sense of pure joy. Olivia had no idea but she had made him extremely happy.
The constant buzzing sound woke Olivia up. Her head shot up and she looked around the dark room. Her eyes settled on the light on the nightstand. Someone was calling her. She reached for her phone. Olivia squinted at the screen, she didn't recognize the number. She attempted to get out of bed but Fitz grunted and pulled her in closer. Olivia shook her head and chuckled to herself. She found it both adorable and sexy that even in his sleep, Fitz still wanted her close to him.
Olivia slid her finger across her screen of her phone and spoke lowly.
"Hello."
"Hey. I have a…," Olivia heard the man on the other end of the phone ask someone for their name. "Mellie Grant," the male finally spoke back to Olivia after a long moment, "She is down here at Davie's Sports Bar and she is really wasted. We close in an hour and I was going to call her a cab but she gave me your number instead."
Olivia took a moment to process what he was saying. She doesn't know why but she asked for the address to the place and agreed to pick Mellie up.
As soon as Olivia hung up the phone, she heard Fitz sleepy voice.
"Who was that?"
"Mellie is drunk at a bar and she gave my number as her designated driver," Olivia looked at him despite not being able to see much in the dark room.
"What?" Fitz voice held annoyance.
"Mellie is drunk at a bar and she-"
"I heard you," Fitz slowly opened his eyes.
Olivia reached over him and turned on the light on the nightstand. She looked down at him and could see mix of anger and annoyance on his face. Olivia placed a gentle kiss on his lips.
"Relax," Olivia looked into his eyes. She kissed him again on various places on his face until she saw him calm down.
Olivia started to get out of bed.
"I'll go," Fitz sighed.
"It's fine," Olivia said as she stood up and walked over to the dresser and opened one of the drawers that Fitz had given to her and pulled out a pair of leggings.
"I don't want you out this late by yourself."
Olivia chuckled, "I'm a big girl, you know?"
Fitz stood and walked over to Olivia.
"I still don't want you out this late by yourself."
He opened the drawer a pulled out a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt.
"She called me, not you. How are we going to explain why you are there?"
"We don't have to."
Olivia looked him and gave a half of a smile. They didn't have to explain why they were together because they were together.
Fitz and Olivia walked into Davie's Sports Bar. It was around closing time so there was only a few people still in the bar. Olivia was easily able to spot Mellie sitting at the bar and she quickly walked over to Mellie with Fitz following behind her. When Olivia was within a few feet of the bar, Mellie spotted her.
"Liv!" Mellie attempted to stand but fell back into her seat with a laugh.
Olivia stared at her for a few seconds before turning slightly to look at Fitz. Fitz shook his head but said nothing.
Olivia walked towards her.
"This is my friend Olivia," Mellie shouted at the bartender.
The bartender looked from Mellie to Olivia.
"Hey. I spoke to you on the phone," the bartender said as he moved behind the bar. When Olivia was close enough, he handed her some keys, "Ms. Mellie here was attempting to leave so I had to confiscate her keys."
"You didn't have to. You wanted to," she leaned over to whisper loudly to Olivia, "I think that he wants me."
Olivia nodded and the bartended chuckled lightly. Mellie spotted Fitz and rolled her eyes, sighing loudly.
"Liiiiiv," Mellie whined, "Why did you bring him?" Mellie turned to the bartender, "This is my husband who left me for Liv and has taken my kids away from me. He wants a divorce but I didn't give away over 20 years of my life and have 3 children to be single in my mid-40s."
The bartender looked from Mellie to Olivia to Fitz and then back again.
"Mellie," Olivia finally spoke up embarrassed, "We should get you home."
Olivia turned and looked at Fitz for him to help Mellie up but he just stood there and stared at her.
"Are you going to help her?"
"I don't need his help," Mellie stood up, only to fall seconds later, "I meant to be down here. I have been wanting to check out this tile for awhile." Mellie examined the ground closely before looking up at the bartender, "What kind of a tile is this?"
Olivia glared at Fitz until he finally walked around her and over to Mellie. He picked Mellie up off of the ground roughly.
"Don't be so rough," she elbowed him.
"Shut up before I drop you," Fitz said.
"You drop me and I will kill you."
And just like that, Mellie was on the ground again.
"Fitz," Olivia looked at him in disbelief while trying to hide the laugh that was threatening to escape at the sight of Mellie on the floor again.
"I came here to escort you not help her," Fitz said.
"She's drunk."
"I am not drunk," Mellie shouted.
"Do you really want me trying to help her to the car?"
Fitz sighed and went to help Mellie off of the ground for a second time. This time he didn't pick her up but just assisted her with walking to make sure that she didn't fall.
Olivia turned to the bartender and thanked him before exiting the bar with Fitz in Mellie.
Olivia stood in Mellie's bathroom looking at her medicine cabinet. She was getting her some aspirin to soothe the hangover she was going to have in the morning. As she stared at pill bottle, Olivia wondered why she had gotten out of the bed for a woman who was not her friend. She wondered what type of alternate universe, television style dramedy had her life become. She was in the bathroom that belonged to her boyfriend and father of her future child's soon to be ex-wife, a woman who she no longer cared for after the stunts she pulled with her. All the while her boyfriend and Mellie's husband on paper sat downstairs. What type of Big Love, Sister Wives shit was this?
Olivia had to get out of here. She had done her good deed for the day, hell the week, by making sure Mellie got home safely. Now it was time for her to go.
Olivia grabbed the pill bottle and walked it back into Mellie's room. She didn't know why but she was uncomfortable being in a room that both Mellie and Fitz shared on such an intimate level. Her mind started to wander and thoughts of Fitz doing what he does to her, to Mellie began to take over. She shook the thoughts from her head and handed Mellie two pills. Olivia sat the bottle on her nightstand.
"I'm going to go, Mellie," Olivia walked to the door.
"Thank you, Olivia," Mellie said softly.
"Don't mention it," Olivia opened the door and was almost out when she heard Mellie say, "You're a better woman than I am."
Mellie's words stopped her right in her tracks. Olivia didn't know why but she turned around to face her.
"I can see why he chose you. It doesn't make any of this easier but I can see why."
Olivia just stared at her. She wasn't sure how to respond to that.
"I did love him, you know?"
Olivia looked at Mellie but said nothing.
"I loved him a little too much, actually. So much that I lost myself."
Olivia remained silent, still not know what she should say.
"I thought that if I gave everything that he would one day love me the way that he loves you," Mellie chuckled. "I knew about his feelings for you from day one. Women know these things."
"I don't know what you want me to say right now," Olivia stated just so the conversation wasn't one sided.
"Nothing really," Mellie shrugged, "I lost everything that I was trying to hold on to and now as I sit here being cliche, drunk and sad, I finally see how awful I let things become. How I lost so much of myself for the love of a man who never felt the same way about me as I felt about him. I gave up so many parts of myself for him. He didn't ask me to but I was young and in love so I did. I lost me while I was chasing him and now that I have lost everything, I have no idea what I am left with. Who is this person that I have become?"
Olivia stood there watching as Mellie broke down and started to cry. She was frozen in place and silently cursed herself for not leaving when she had her hand on the doorknob. Olivia didn't know what to do. Their relationship was never best friends so she wouldn't usually be privy to such a vulnerable moment and considering all that had happened between them recently, Olivia felt no need to try to comfort her.
Luckily for Olivia there was a knock on the door. She turned to open it and Fitz stood there.
"How much longer do you think you are going to be?"
Olivia opened the door wider so that Fitz could see Mellie crying on the bed.
"You should probably talk to her," Olivia walked pass him and headed downstairs. Fitz stood there in the doorway just watching Mellie cry for a moment before entering the room and shutting the door behind him.
It had taken two hours to get Mellie settled in her home and now Fitz and Olivia were finally back at his place and Fitz could tell something was wrong with Olivia. She seemed very distant since he first came back downstairs ready to leave Mellie's place and Olivia hadn't said anything to him yet.
"Are we okay?"
"Sure," her voice was unconvincing.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing. I'm fine," Olivia lied.
Olivia hadn't planned on being as uncomfortable as she was with being in the same space with Fitz and Mellie. She knew that Fitz loved her and what they had was strong but she still felt like she was intruding in on their private life. She felt like a third wheel as they spent the night catering to Mellie's needs.
Olivia wasn't the jealous type and she was confident in what she shared with Fitz but just knowing she spent the last couple hours of her life helping the wife of her boyfriend didn't sit well with her. As Olivia helped Mellie through the night she kept thinking that her life seemed like some low class, sister wife type of reality TV show. She had held Mellie's hair as the woman emptied the contents of her stomach, put her hair up in a ponytail, gave her mints and pills to help with any future headache but the final straw had been somewhere between being in Mellie's closet picking out clothes for her to sleep in, where Olivia noticed that the closet was still filled with Fitz's clothes and Mellie telling Olivia that, 'you're a better woman than me'. Olivia realized then that she was not feeling this situation at all. This whole thing overwhelmed her and left her feeling the need to go home and enjoy some "me" time. Some time away from Fitz, his wife, and kids. Just time to be alone and happy. But there was no way she could tell Fitz this without it sounding like she was trying to back away from him which would then lead to an argument and she was tired of arguing. They had finally seemed to be in a good place. They haven't had any drama since the Edison Davis thing a few weeks ago. She just told him she was pregnant a few hours before she got the call to come get Mellie and he seemed happy. Olivia just didn't want to ruin where they were at right now by voicing her true feelings.
"You're not fine," Fitz voice came through interrupting her thoughts.
"I'm not but whatever my issue is, it is not something that I want to discuss. I just want to pretend to be happy," Olivia sat down on the couch. She planned to sleep here and possibly leave once the sun came up.
Her last words hurt Fitz. "I just want to pretend to be happy." If she wasn't happy, then he wasn't doing his job as a man, as HER man. Fitz watched as Olivia laid back on the couch. He did not have the energy to push the issue so he simply said, "You coming up?"
"I'm fine here."
"Okay," Fitz turned and left the room heading upstairs.
The next morning Olivia woke up in Fitz's bed. It took her moment to realize where she was because she had fallen asleep on the couch. She reached out expecting to feel Fitz behind her but was met with a cold bed. Olivia sat up and turned around, she was surprised to see a tray of food and note. She grabbed the note and began to read it.
Livvie,
Whatever is wrong, we can fix it. All you have to do is trust in me. I'm here whenever you are ready to talk and even if you're not, I'm not going anywhere. I love you always.
Fitz
She couldn't help but to smile reading his note. Olivia loved Fitz so much. She appreciated him for always being there for her even when she could be stubborn and or not as open with him.
"Whatever is wrong, we can fix it." She read that line over and over again. They would fix it. Whatever problems they had were small in comparison to their love.
Fitz looked up at his old home. He didn't know why but he felt pulled to there after last night's events. Watching Mellie drunk and crying, made him feel pity for her. He had never seen her like this and although she was not his favorite person, she was the mother of his children and he wanted to make sure that she was okay.
Fitz walked up to the front door and let himself in. He stood in the hall and called out to Mellie. A few seconds passed before he heard noise coming from the living room. He walked into the living room as she was sitting up.
"What are you doing here?"
"I came to check on you."
"Why?" Mellie eyed him suspiciously.
"You were pretty drunk last night," Fitz took a seat on the couch across from her.
Mellie's guard went up as thoughts of last night began to flood her mind, mostly in bits and pieces, she was mortified by her behavior. She hated that Fitz and Olivia had to see her like that but today was a new day. She didn't know the true motive for Fitz coming here but she was not going to lose anymore of her dignity around this man.
"If you came here to gloat or lecture me, you can save it," Mellie said calmly despite feeling anything but calm.
"I didn't come over to gloat or lecture you. I came to make sure you were okay after last night and because we need to talk."
"You want to talk, to me?" Mellie asked.
"Is that surprising?"
"Yeah, it is," Mellie nodded, "What do you want to talk about Fitz?"
"We never really talked like two adults," Fitz replied, "For the last three years we have been very childish and petty in the ways that we acted towards each other and I want to fix that. I want us to talk and maybe clear the air."
Mellie looked at him. She didn't trust him but she figured she didn't have anything to lose so why not talk to him.
"So are we doing a full on heart to heart or are we just going back three years?"
"I want to leave this house today knowing that we can at least be cordial moving forward for the sake of the kids so we can go back as far as we need to in order for us to get to that place."
Mellie nodded but sat silent for a moment.
"I hate you, Fitz," she let out a breath as if those four words had been suffocating her. "I hate you for being a coward and not divorcing me sooner."
"You could have divorced me," Fitz said nonchalantly.
"God, you're stupid," Mellie shook her head, "If I could have, then I would have divorced you but I loved you too much." Fitz looked at her but didn't speak, giving her the opportunity to finish all that she had to say. "I loved you so much that I gave up everything for you. Granted, you never asked me to but I did because I was young and stupid enough to believe that if I gave you everything, then you would love me but you never did." When Fitz didn't say anything, Mellie went on, "Why did you even marry me if you didn't love me?"
"I thought I did."
His answer hurt. Mellie had always known by his actions that Fitz didn't love her but actually hearing him say it hurt. She couldn't stop the tears that began to fall.
"I knew. Long before Olivia even came into our lives, I knew that you didn't love me," Mellie wiped away some of her tears. "We had only be married for about two years when you took a job out of state without even checking with me first-"
"How does me doing my residency at the best children's hospital in the country equate to me not loving you?"
"You made the decision without me. We had been married for two years and you didn't even consider me. You were making choices as if you were a single man without a care for my opinion or feelings."
"I wasn't looking at it like that. I chose to go because it was the best thing for me career wise and I figured it was better for me to go because we didn't have kids yet. I could never make such a drastic move once we started our family-"
"We had a family," Mellie cut him off, "I was your family. The moment we got married is the moment OUR family started. But you didn't even consider me when you were making your decision for you and what was best for your career. That was the first time that I realized that you didn't love me the same way that I loved you."
Fitz was silent as he let her words sink in. He had thought that he was just making the decision based off of what was best for their future but thinking about it now, he knew that Mellie was right. Fitz had made the decision because he wasn't happy with Mellie and he thought that the time away would do them some good but instead it made things worse.
"This isn't just on you," Mellie's voice interrupted his thoughts, "I should have spoke up sooner. The moment, I saw us failing, I should have spoke up instead of thinking that a baby was going to fix us."
They both sat in silence for a long while.
"I thought I loved you," Fitz was the first to speak. "I really did but then…," his voice trailed off and he didn't finish his statement.
"You met Olivia," Mellie finished for him.
"I never meant to hurt you or withhold you from life. I made a commitment and I wasn't trying to turn into my parents. I wanted my kids to have both parents in their lives but I didn't realize that just being here wasn't us parenting together. It wasn't us giving them are best selves. We were roommates and most of the time, we were never on the same page. It just all got to be too much," Fitz spoke honestly.
Mellie nodded, then stood and left the room. Fitz wondered if he should go after her but decided to give her whatever space she needed. Minutes later when she returned, she had an envelope and pen in hand.
"Thank you for your honesty," Mellie said as she sat down next to Fitz on the couch. "I want my kids, Fitz," Mellie took the papers out of the envelope. "I think I should have them full time. You have Olivia and a career." Fitz eyed her but didn't speak. "They are literally all that I have. My life's work has been being a wife and mother and since I am no longer going to be a wife," she signed the papers, "I need my kids," she looked up at him and handed him the papers. "I haven't seen my kids in weeks. I know Karen hates me. Teddy is young so he will get over it. Jerry doesn't take me too seriously so I'm sure he is fine but Karen…Fitz, I need to see my kids."
Fitz heard every word she said but remained silent. He was staring down at signed divorce papers. He was trying to process what just happened.
"Fitz," Mellie snapped her fingers in front of his face.
"I'm sorry," Fitz looked up at her, "I'm just shocked. Happy but shocked. I didn't expect this."
"I don't like the woman that I have become. Getting drunk in bars and making a complete ass of myself is not me. I may have done stupid things to keep you but I have never been as reckless as I was last night. I also realized how really alone I was last night. I had no one to call but Olivia and if I was her, I wouldn't have came but she did," Mellie paused, "I can see why you love her."
Fitz smiled at her.
"I can drop the kids off Saturday. I don't know how happy Karen is going to be about it but you can talk to her. We can at least start with a day visit. They are welcome to stay the weekend if they want."
"I would really like that a lot," Mellie smiled.
Fitz knocked on his daughter's bedroom door. He heard moving around on the other side of the door as he waited for her to answer. When she didn't, he knocked again.
"Karen," Fitz called out, "I hope you're dressed because I'm coming in."
He opened the door and walked into her room.
"Hey daddy," Karen said out of breath.
"What are you doing?" Fitz looked around suspiciously.
"Nothing," she smiled at him innocently.
He looked around but still couldn't figure out what his daughter had been doing. He knew it was something but he didn't know what so he just gave her a general response, "Whatever it was that you were doing, you probably shouldn't do it since you have to hide it from me."
Karen just smiled at him and Fitz went on to tell her what he came to tell her in the first place.
"I need you dressed and downstairs in the next hour. You're spending the day with your mom."
"What? Why?" Karen sat up in bed, forgetting that she didn't have a top on, she hurriedly grabbed her sheet pulling it over her.
"Karen," Fitz said calmly after getting a glimpse of his daughter in what appeared to be a stuffed bra.
"Yes daddy," she spoke softly.
"What is that?"
"What is what, dad?"
"Karen Denise…," he started but stopped to compose himself before he yelled.
Seeing her father sigh, Karen dropped the sheet and dug into her sports bra pulling out two silicone pads. Fitz opened his mouth to speak but no words came out.
"Shane McAllister says I'm shaped like an eight year old boy," Karen began explaining.
"And now you have breast pads? Where did you even get them?"
"Meghan ordered them for me with her mom's credit card."
"What?!"
"Don't worry. Meghan's mom knows. She just thinks we needed it for a science project on breast cancer."
Fitz looked at Karen in disbelief. What had happened to his innocent daughter? She was lying and scheming to get breast pads.
"Karen, you know you are not supposed to lie to people, especially for something like this."
"I didn't dad. Meghan lied to her mom. I didn't even know she was going to. All I know is she showed up to school one day and gave me these because I had told her about what Shane said."
Fitz just stared at her. He was not prepared for this, for his 12 year old daughter to be worrying about the size of her breast. He quickly searched his mind for the right thing to say to her.
"Kar, look, you're young. You have plenty of time to grow up and develop into a young woman. Don't rush it. Who cares what Shane thinks? If you look like eight year old boy about the chest to him then good because he shouldn't be looking at you anyway."
"I care what Shane thinks, dad."
"Oh," he gave her a confused look.
"Shane is very important to me."
"Karen, you're twelve."
"I'll be thirteen next month."
"But you're twelve now," he said calmly. He could not get use to this version of his daughter. Fitz was not ready for a boy crazy teenager.
"I'm not trying to marry him, dad. We are really good friends and have been since the third grade. I think he is cute but we are young so he is my friend."
"If he is your friend why would he say that about you?"
"I asked him because I wanted to know if I was his type."
"Oh God," Fitz sighed, throwing his hands up.
"What? I'm just trying to prepare. I can't go into high school a single girl."
"You're in the seventh grade. You have your whole life to worry about boys. Now is not that time nor is it in two years when you are in high school."
"Dad, I said I was preparing. Shane is my friend so I figured when everyone is trying to get a boyfriend, I can already have one lined up in one of my closes friend. If I work now, I'll know for sure that I will always have someone to go to the high school dances with."
Fitz started to say something but decided against it. If all she wanted was someone to go to school dances with, he would not fight the issue because it could be worse.
"You know what, I trust you. I just want you to know that you shouldn't to change parts of you for anybody but yourself. If he really your friend, then he will like you for you. I mean, in the future. Way, way into the future."
"Okay," she smiled at her dad.
"And give me those," Fitz took the breast pads, "I need you to get ready because you are spending the day with your mom. She really wants to see you guys so we agreed for you guys to visit today."
Karen sighed and rolled her eyes but didn't speak. She had gotten off easy with the breast pads and boy talk so she wasn't going to complain, despite not wanting to spend the day with her mother.
"She is your mother so be nice and be ready in one hour," Fitz left her room.
Olivia was checking her food in the oven when she heard a knock at the door. She went to answer the door and had mixed feelings when she saw Fitz.
"Hi stranger," Fitz pecked her lips as he walked in.
"I talked to you earlier," Olivia shut the door and turned to face him.
"Are you still mad at me?"
"I never was mad at you," Olivia walked towards him.
"I couldn't tell by the cold shoulder you have been giving me."
Olivia rolled her eyes and walked towards the kitchen.
"You're so needy," she threw out over her shoulder.
"Only for you," Fitz followed behind her.
Olivia laughed.
"Are you hungry?"
"I could eat," he said with double meaning.
She eyed him and Fitz licked his lips.
"You are shameless and insatiable."
"You say that like it is a bad thing," Fitz moved closer to Olivia and wrapped his arms around her, "Are you ready to talk about what was bothering you?"
"Nothing really. I just felt a little overwhelmed by the whole drunk Mellie situation, like I was in s bad sitcom or reality show."
"I'm sorry," Fitz said as he turned her around to face him. "Thank you for being the levelheaded one even when I couldn't. I appreciate everything that you did."
"I didn't do it for you."
"I know," he leaned his forehead against hers.
They stood there in silence for one minute, just simply breathing each other in.
"I have really good news," Fitz said breaking their silent moment.
"What is it?"
"Mellie signed the divorce paper!"
"What?" She clearly hadn't heard him right.
"She signed the divorce papers."
"What happened to make her sign them all of a sudden?"
"We talked, an actual real talk like two adults. For the first time ever we were both honest with ourselves about our marriage and once we were done, she signed the papers."
"Wow. So what's next?"
"We have a meeting scheduled with our lawyers and a mediator in 3 weeks. The sooner we can come to an agreement on custody and figure out a settlement then we can get this finalized. If all goes well, it should take maybe six to eight weeks after our meeting for everything to be done and my divorce to be finalized."
Olivia smiled at him. "I'm happy for you."
"I'm happy for us," he reached out and touched her stomach.
"You make me really happy, Fitz. I'm not always the most open person with my feelings but I just wanted to let you know that."
He smiled at her and simply said, "Thank you for letting me know that."
"Are you hungry? I cooked," Olivia changed the subject.
"Sure," he smacked her ass as she walked away to make their plates.
The sound of her piano being played was the first thing Olivia heard as she left her kitchen. Olivia and Fitz had spent the day together and as much as she was enjoying her "me" time, she enjoyed being around him more.
Olivia stood in the doorway watching Fitz play. She hadn't even known that he could play, it didn't surprise her that he could though.
"Well isn't this a pleasant surprise," Olivia walked over to him.
Fitz stopped playing and smiled at her.
"Don't stop because of me."
"I'm a little rusty."
"You sound great. You had lesson when you were a kid, didn't you?"
"Yeah. I started when I four and stopped when I was fifteen."
"Why haven't I heard you play before today?" Olivia asked.
"Why haven't I heard you play before? You are the one who owns a piano," Fitz countered.
"I'm not as well trained as you."
"How long did you play?"
"I took lessons twice a week for a year when I was nine. A lady in my neighborhood named Miss Mary taught me and a bunch of other kids in the area."
"Why did you stop?"
"The reason my mother sighed me up for lessons so that she could have time to cheat on my father. I walked in and caught her one day when my session got cancelled. I never went back to Miss Mary's again and a few months later my mother ran off."
"Oh," Fitz nodded, "I really don't know how to respond to that."
Olivia smiled at him.
"When I was a senior in college, Songs in A Minor came out. I loved that album so much that it got me interested in playing again. I wanted to be Alicia Keys so I had to own my own a piano," Olivia offered changing the subject from the awkward one of her mother's infidelity. "The only songs I can actually play perfectly are on the Songs in A Minor album."
"Play me something," Fitz patted his lap for Olivia to sit down.
Olivia sat down and looked at the keys. It really had been awhile since she had played. She wondered if she still could. Olivia let her fingers touch the keys as she decided on what song to play. When she had in mind the song she wanted to play, she started playing. A minute into playing she heard Fitz started to hum. Soon his hum turned into him lowly singing along to her playing.
"You give me butterflies. Got me flying so high in the sky. I can't control the butterflies. You give me butterflies. Got me flying so high in the sky. I can't control these butterflies," he sang in her ear.
Olivia tried to calm herself to finish the song but his voice in her ear was doing something to her. By the time she finished playing, Fitz had her feeling some type of a way.
"I didn't know you listened to Alicia."
"Her earlier work is amazing."
"Yeah, it was," Olivia agreed.
Fitz stared at her.
"What?"
"How are you feeling?" Fitz asked.
He had wanted her since the night he found out she was pregnant almost a week ago. He never got to finish because she was uncomfortable and since then he hadn't brought up having sex because he wanted it to be when she was ready.
Olivia turned in his lap so that she was now facing in the straddling position.
"I'm perfectly fine," she kissed his lips.
He bit her lip before pulling it into his mouth and sucking on it lightly. He slipped his tongue into her mouth, deepening the kiss. Her hands went to the back of his head and she pulled him in closer. His hands went to her ass and he squeezed firmly. Olivia moaned into his mouth and grind into him.
Only breaking their kiss when air was needed, Fitz pulled Olivia's top off. He stared at her breast, taking in the slight changes for a moment. Fitz looked up and met her eyes, when Olivia nodded, he took his permission and placed gentle kisses around her nipples. He licked down the space between her breast as he stood Olivia up. Fitz kissed her stomach in various places while taking her leggings off. He was pleased to see that she wasn't wearing any panties.
Fitz groaned out as he and reached out to touch her but Olivia backed up and took a seat on top of the piano, spreading her legs. Fitz stood and stepped in between her legs. He pecked her lips, pulling away only to pull his shirt over his head.
Olivia worked on his belt, "Don't be a fucking tease, Fitzgerald."
"I would never," he smirked at her before placing a kiss on her lips. He kissed from her lips to her ear, "It is better when you beg for it."
Olivia rolled her eyes.
"You're silly and I love you," she kissed him quickly. She grabbed his hand and put it between her legs. "Are you going to make me beg now?"
Feeling her wetness on his fingers put a sense of urgency to his need for her. With his free hand Fitz hurriedly pulled down his pants, releasing his erection. Fitz grabbed Olivia by the hips and pulled her closer to her and without warning he slid into her center. Olivia gasped and wrapped one arm around his shoulder and held on tight.
"Is this okay?" Fitz searched her eyes, making sure she was okay before he would even move.
"Yes," she nodded.
Fitz trust started out slow. As he began to pick up his pace, he lifted Olivia off of the piano. Fitz strokes were deep, fast, rough, and perfect.
"Oh God…shit," Olivia moaned.
Olivia moved against him, meeting his every stroke.
"Fuck," he groaned slowing his pace again. It felt amazing being in side of her and he slowed his place because
"Fitz," she whined, "Faster, baby."
Fitz walked them over to the couch. Olivia repositioned herself so that she was now on top of him. She slid up and down on his shaft. She rolled her hips slowly grinding on him.
"Shit Livvie. Just like that," Fitz head fell back on the couch.
Olivia licked from his Adam's apple to his chin as she continued grind on him. Fitz kissed her and grabbed her ass as he thrust into her.
"Mmmm…fuck yes," Olivia moaned against his lips.
Fitz gripped her ass as he pulled her into his thirst, every stroke felt deeper than the last.
Olivia reached in between them and started to massage her clit as she matched his strokes with a swirl of her hips.
"Yes baby…oooh yes…fuck Fitz," Olivia screamed.
Her nails dug into his back as her orgasm began.
"Oh fuck…I love you," she kissed his jawline to his lips.
With one hand locked in her hair and the other firmly gripping her ass, Fitz thrust into her faster and faster, bringing himself over the edge and releasing his seed into her.
They remained in the same position as they waited for their breathing to become normal again. After a while, they repositioned themselves so that they were laying on the couch.
Olivia's head rested on his chest and the sound of his heartbeat was slowly putting her to sleep.
"Livvie."
"Hmm."
"You should move in with me."
AN: Sorry there was so much Mellie in this chapter. I just really wanted to get her out of the way so that we can move forward with the divorce & for the most part be done with her. There is like one or two more parts I have to write for her but I pretty much only want her mentioned in relation to her children because...well this ain't her damn story lol.
I had a really hard time writing this chapter, I'm not 100% satisfied with it but I wanted to give y'all something so please give feedback & leave comments. This chapter was just really needed to move the story forward.