Cleo: I'm sorry for that confusion. Jake is technically dead or whatever, I never really specified. Quinn just meant they're handling making sure his existence is erased. I should've been a little more clear about that part.
"I'm serious. First things first though, we're going to make sure you get as much therapy as you see fit. Then it's operation Mrs. Grant," he told her, winking as he stood up and moved to take his place behind her. He leaned down and kissed the top of her head.
"Just shut up and push me," she told him, but on the inside she couldn't deny how excited the idea made her especially now that she was working on saving herself.
The rest of their time at the park was spent pushing one another on the swings and talking. During the car ride back home, Fitz was contemplating asking Liv to officially move in with him. He knew she was technically already living with him but it didn't happen the way he wanted it to.
"Livvie?" She turned to face him, wondering what was on his mind. "How would you feel about officially moving in with me?"
"Um, I thought I had already moved in with you."
"Well technically speaking, you've just been crashing at my place for an extended period of time. I want it to be your place too. With clothes, make-up, shoes, and all of those other things women swear they need but really don't. I want more of your presence, if that makes sense."
"You're really eager I see," she said, laughing.
"You haven't seen eager yet. So is that a yes?" He was praying she agreed. He wasn't really sure what to do if she said no.
"Wherever you are, that's where I want to be. Does that answer your question?"
He drove the rest of the way home with a huge grin on his face.
The next day Fitz was up getting dressed as usual when he heard his cellphone ring. He didn't bother to check the caller ID, figuring that whoever it was had to want something important to call at an early hour. He wasn't on the phone for more than three minutes before the call ended.
"Who was that?" Liv asked.
He jumped at the sound of her voice, not expecting her to be awake just yet. "That was Mellie's assistant. Apparently everyone is being offered paid leave until further notice. She didn't really say what exactly was wrong but that it had to do with Mellie and medical reasons."
"Wow. That was faster than I expected." She sat up in bed. "What do we do now?"
"Well, we could work on getting you moved in," he told her, smiling.
"I think your plan is a little backwards. How can you woo me if I'm already living with you? We might as well skip straight to marriage."
"We could. Right now." He was serious. He'd marry her in a heartbeat.
"Hold your horses cowboy. I'm not going anywhere, you know."
"Well this is what we're going to do. First, you're going to stay right there in my bed and I'm going to cook you breakfast. That's what we're going to do first."
"And then what?"
"We'll get there. One step at a time. So, mi'lady, what would you like to eat for breakfast?"
"A waffle, eggs, scrambled soft, and bacon. Lots and lots of bacon."
"Coming right up," he said, rushing out of the room.
He pulled out two skillets and his waffle iron first, grabbing all of the ingredients next. He turned on the stove and waffle iron, letting them heat up while he cooked her breakfast.
Ten minutes later, he loaded everything onto a plate and grabbed a tray. He made sure to pour her a glass of water and orange juice to wash everything down with. When he walked in his bedroom he saw that she had nodded off.
"Livvie? Wake up, I brought your food."
She sat up, letting him place the tray in her lap. Everything looked good, but there definitely wasn't enough for two people.
"Where's your food at?" she asked.
"I'm not hungry. And I wanted to make sure you ate first. I can wait or grab something later."
"Fitz." She started to protest.
"No. First, it's your needs. Then, there are mine. So eat up before I feed you."
She liked the idea of him feeding her. There was something so intimate about the simple act. And she was too tired to move, so she stared at him indignantly.
He knew what she was doing. She was cute when she called herself being stubborn. He picked up her fork and knife, cutting the waffle into manageable pieces.
"Open your mouth," he commanded. He had to focus on actually feeding her as he watched her perfect lips part. It was tempting to just push the food out of the way and kiss her until he took her breath away. But she needed to eat.
Olivia could see him trying not to focus on her lips and decided to make it harder on him. Every time he pulled the fork out of her mouth, she'd lick her lips, moaning softly. She would have laughed if she didn't know exactly what he was going through. With each passing day, it seemed to get harder and harder to fight their attraction to one another. She was surprised he was being this well behaved considering he about jumped her bones every time he was alone with her when they first met.
After he finished feeding her he asked what she wanted to drink, holding it up to her mouth while she drank.
He couldn't help but notice a little juice left on her bottom lip. Before she could lick it off he leaned in and swiped his tongue across her bottom lip. Her lips parted in shock and he took that opportunity to slip his tongue in her mouth. She entangled her hands in his curls as she sucked on his tongue. He broke the kiss reluctantly, knowing that he had very little control at the moment.
"Umm," he mumbled, trying to get his thoughts together. It took him a minute to get his thoughts together. Once he did, he walked into the bathroom to prepare a bubble bath for her.
Olivia sat on the bed, not really knowing what to do. He was obviously spoiling her, a concept that she wasn't used to just yet.
Once he got the water just right with the right about of bubbles, he picked her up off the bed and carried her into the bathroom, proceeding to undress and bathe her.
After her bath he told her to get dressed while he got himself ready. She kept stopping to ask him where they were going, but he wouldn't say anything besides "nowhere major".
She kept racking her brain trying to figure out where they could be going so early in the day. It was barely even 11 o'clock yet.
They weren't driving for more than ten minutes before she realized they were heading to the mall. And then she remembered their conversation yesterday about her moving in.
"Fitz, are we—"
"Moving you in? Yes. Why wait? I have all the time in the world now. So let's go."
He took her from store to store, buying her things she didn't even need, but that he wanted her to have.
"I thought when you said you wanted me to move in, you meant we were going to be getting necessities like clothes. Why do I need a foot bath?"
"Because, I want to pamper you. Will you let me worry about this?"
"But Fitz, we've been to five stores already and not one of them sold clothes. Massage oils? Really? I'm starting to think this is more for your enjoyment than my own."
"Whatever you enjoy, I enjoy. And you're gonna enjoy this." He paused to look around. "What else do we need?"
"Clothes! Can we please get things I actually need now?" She begged.
He agreed and took her to get all of her essentials. But, he went a bit overboard still. She just needed enough to be comfortable until she could get settled and figure out what she was going to do about money. He got enough clothes for two women. Every time she would try to stop him he'd give her a look, knowing she couldn't resist after staring into his deep blue eyes for any period of time. She resolved to pay him back, whether he liked it or not.
When it came to picking out shoes, Fitz finally decided that she could do it on her own. There was a store that caught his eye, but he knew she'd freak if he asked her to go in. She was relieved to be rid of him for a bit, she appreciated everything he was doing, but it was a little overwhelming.
He wasn't gone any longer than 15 minutes when she saw him strolling into the store with a smile on his face and a look that said he knew something that she didn't.
She finished up and they decided to head on home. They couldn't decide if they wanted to cook at home or pick up something on their way.
"So, you know we forgot to get some jewelry right?" he asked.
"Fitz I have plenty of jewelry. I don't need any more. Honestly."
"What if I wanted to get you something anyway? Would you accept it?" He hoped she'd say yes.
"Fitz," she groaned, "what did you do?"
"Nothing."
"You're thinking about doing something then. Tell me," she demanded.
"Nothing, I swear!"
She didn't believe him, but she wasn't going to push. Whatever it was, she'd find out eventually. What's done in the dark always comes to the light. Once this thought passed through her mind, her mood immediately went downhill. She was quiet for the rest of the car ride, not even bothering to help Fitz get the bags out of the car.
"A little help here. It is all for you, you know," he said, but she didn't hear him. She was too engrossed in her own thoughts.
Fitz hurriedly followed behind her with the bags he already had in his hands. He didn't know what he had done or said, but he knew that something was bothering Liv and whatever it was had to have happened in the car. She must've thought about something that scared her.
He dropped the bags right in front of the door. He could get to them later after he got the rest. Livvie was his main concern. He bounded up the stairs, taking three at a time until he reached the second floor. He could hear the sound of feet shuffling in his bedroom and knew that she was pacing. He rushed through the door and stopped. She was pacing in circles.
"What's wrong?" he asked, trying to keep his voice low enough so as not to startle her or let on how anxious she was making him.
"What?" she muttered, having subconsciously heard him.
"You pace in circles when something's wrong. When you're just thinking it's back and forth, but when something's wrong—circles."
She stopped. "How'd you know that?" She was trying to avoid the question.
"I pay attention to every little thing about you Livvie. Everything." He watched her intently, trying to figure out if he should ask again.
"I think I need to write. Yeah, I'll just write."
He continued to stare at her for a bit. He wanted her to open up to him about what was bothering her, but her therapist thought it was a good idea for her to write so who was he to discourage her. He nodded his head before walking out. He needed to bring the rest of her stuff inside. He knew how particular women could be and since he wanted her to feel at home, he'd let her put her things away wherever she saw fit to put them.
She came downstairs about thirty minutes later while he was trying to see what he could cook that wouldn't take long but still be satisfying.
"Hey," she called out, smiling shyly. She felt bad about freaking out on him without an explanation.
He was bent over, looking through the fridge, and didn't hear her come into the kitchen so the sound of her voice startled him. He stood up too quickly and bumped his head.
"Oh my God, are you okay?" she asked, rushing over to his side.
He tried to laugh it off but it hurt like hell. She walked him over to the counter and hopped up on top of it. She scooted back, spreading her legs so he could move between them.
"Come here," she urged. She pulled his head down to rest on her bosom and Fitz couldn't but help to smile. He was too comfortable to move, forgetting about the sharp pain in his head.
"Let's go somewhere," he blurted out.
"What? I have a doctors appointment tomorrow, remember?"
"After that. Let's go somewhere."
"Fitz, you asked me this yesterday. We went to the park."
"I know, but this time I mean lets leave. Go see a new city or something."
"Where would we even go?"
"Vermont."
So I'm posting this a day earlier than I planned to just because I'm itching to write another chapter for Study of Attraction. I've abandoned it and I'm ready to reclaim it now lol. Enjoy Lovelies !