Hello #Gladiators. Yes a second fic update in one night. ;-)
PLEASE TAKE NOTE OF THIS WARNING!
You will seriously need a box of tissues handy. Ugly tears are on the horizon. Like for REALZ. This update will hit you directly in the OLITZ feelz and wonder "What Could Have Been?"
Do not read this around anyone. Also please keep in mind this fic is M rated!
Thank for reading…Me's
Chapter 26: My Immortal Beloved
"Ever Thine - Ever Mine – Ever Yours"
(1 week later – Olitz 1st Anniversary)
(Still) My Something Special…
Olivia stirs out of her slumber before her alarm sounds. She glances to her side and sees her husband, President Fitzgerald Grant III sleeping peacefully. He's shirtless, only in his boxer briefs under the covers. Her eyes examine every inch of his toned chest. It is at this moment does IT hit her.
Today is their First Wedding Anniversary.
Her pulse quickens. "A year ago today I got married," she whispers. Her eyes fall to Fitz. "To you," she leans into his sleeping body. One hands rests on top of his head threading his unruly curls while the other enfolds his heart.
He stirs slightly in his sleep. His hand embraces hers on his chest. He slips his fingers between hers. A soft smile appears. Fitz caress her soft skin even though he's not awake. In the last year of sharing a bed, she noticed in the middle of the night, he'd start stroking her skin softly while she slept.
She never questioned him, but it helped her sleep, especially those nights where her Father tormented her dreams. Those nights he'd pull her close feeling her shake in their bed. He'd wake up, draw her into his arms; assure her with soft whispers he's there. He always made her feel safe.
He'd always be there till death do us part. His constant presence in her life since her return from the Island over a year ago forever changed her life. A year ago she would have never imagined helping with Karen would have turned into a marriage proposal because he got a divorced without anyone's knowledge.
She never thought they'd get here. She hoped. Vermont, two babies was their fairy tale – he made a reality. The last year has been the happiest of her life. The world does not know she's his wife, but it does not matter. Those closest in their inner circle, their gladiators know.
She is – his wife.
He – Fitzgerald Grant is her husband.
She leans over to kiss their joined hands. Fitz releases a soft sigh feeling her lips. His head falls into her hair, breathing in lavender conditioner. HIS favorite scent. She cannot count the amount of lavender scented products he's purchased as gifts in the last year including having products shipped from Europe.
He does it just because – he's her Fitz.
She attempts to remove her hand from his chest but his grip tightens. He relishes in the sensation of her hand and fingers over his heart.
"Pest," she chastises in a low whisper.
"Am not," he answers peering through his half open eyes. Her mouth pops open. She swears he was sleeping. He flips them onto her back. Her mouth falls open. He's fully awake.
"I thought you were sleeping," she teases kissing his face.
He hovers his face above hers. "I sort of was but my smoking hot wife kept playing with my chest hair." She bites her bottom lip. "But as I woke up, I realized what day it is."
She's willing to play along. "Did you forget to put recycling out – again," she quips. He furrows his brows incredulously. They live in the White House with a huge staff. "No. You forgot I have my cake decorating class tonight."
He releases an exasperated sigh. There is no way she forgot. They have been talking about this day for over a week. He longed for this day to arrive. Now that it's here he will not waste a moment of it away from her.
"Oh fine. Wait you have that thing you have to go to tonight." She covers her mouth totally forgetting she wasn't supposed to tell him. Now she's sparked his interest.
"What thing? When I left the Oval last night, I warned my Chief of Staff to clear my schedule." His voice vibrates through the room and her body. Goosebumps appear on her arms. "I made no plans but to spend the day with my smoking hot wife – in bed preferably."
For what she has planned, they cannot spend all day cooped up in the Residence, despite how tempting it may be.
"Why," she teases biting his lower lip. "Am I in trouble?"
"Olivia," he growls. He shoves her under his hot body separating her legs. She gasps feeling his growing hardness. "So help me if you forgot how special today is for…," his words are cut off when she kisses him feverously. Her tongue pushes into his mouth, searching for his with urgency. She smiles to herself, when he readily takes over. "Livy…,"
She briefly rocks her covered center against his boxers. His hand slides into her panties cupping her bare bottom pushing her against his rock hard member. He aches to make love to her. She's wet – aching for him to be inside. But they can't. Not yet.
"Stop," she exhales loudly separating their lips.
"No," he growls latching his lips to her neck. "You don't remember what day it is," he hisses into her ear. His hand slips under her pillow. He hits something hard. The corners of her mouth form a small smile. "Liv?"
"You were saying," she quips. He pulls a small box out from under the pillow. "What's this?"
"Open it Mr. President," she instructs. He lifts himself off her to sit up. She sits across from him to watch him open his gift. "I bought it at auction."
"You didn't have to…," he softly reminds her. He removes the ribbon then lifts open the box. His breath catches realizing what this is. His eyes meet hers. "Liv this…"
"Was Einsenhower's," she explains. His lifts the 1953 Eisenhower Inaugural Medal in the special case into his hands. She cradles his hands in her own. "It's our First Wedding Anniversary and I wanted to give you something truly special. Something I know you've wanted for a very long time."
Fitz is completely speechless. He hoped she didn't forget. This special today is for them, but to give him such a priceless gift. One he wanted since he became Governor. They are very few left. He eyes lift from the metal and then to her.
His wife of a year.
Is it possible she still doesn't believe after all this time she's not his something special. That she is very rare - priceless, irreplaceable. Her eyes move from him to the medal unsure of she did the right thing.
His places the medal down on his nightstand. His hands reach for her quickly, drawing her into his arms. Her legs fall behind him. She straddles his lap. He brings their foreheads together relishing the feel of her skin against his own.
"You are my something special," he coos pressing his lips to hers. "After all this time how can you not know that," he questions gently taking her in. She bites her lip. "Do you know what I've learned this last year?"
"I am still not the best cook," she quips to lighten the mood.
He exhales deeply. "This past year with you as my wife – I have learned one thing," he stammers wrapping her tighter. "That I cannot exist without you. That I cannot breathe without you. The man I am without you is," he inhales quickly laying her on the bed. "I'm nothing."
"Fitz…," she objects but he silences her.
"I'm nothing and you are everything," his face is dangerously close to hers. She's completely underneath him. He's almost smothering her into the mattress. Her fingers thread into his unruly curls. "After all this time Mrs. Grant, how can you still not see it?"
Her breath hitches. A year later her breath still catches when he calls her Mrs. Grant.
"A year ago today Livy you took a chance on us and married me." Tears pool in both their eyes. "After you returned from the island, I promised myself I get you back. Marry you the first opportunity I had. It was the best decision I ever made."
"Yah…," she coos pressing her body into his.
"Oh yes Sweetheart," he plants a kiss on the bridge of her nose. She scrunches it. He smiles. "Before I proposed I felt like a failure." Her eyes raised remembering their conversation in the Oval. "I lost Jerry. My marriage to Mellie ended in divorce. I didn't protect Karen. And then you…,"
"Me?"
He nods releasing a long sigh. "You left me for another."
"Not for – with," she corrects him. "I didn't want him to come. He'll never be you."
"I know that now," he wheezes. A small smile appears on his face reaching his eyes. "I carried your engagement ring in my pocket wherever I went. I had the perfect moment planned and then I saw you standing there, believing in me. You had this look in your eyes telling, you were still mine."
She smirks.
"I knew right then and there, I had to ask you to marry me. And if you said yes," his eyes raise cupping her face. She hears the happiness in his words. "I'd be your husband by the end of the day. You could have walked away from my proposal…,"
"If I recall, you had a death grip on me," she teases with unleashed tears in her eyes. "You weren't letting me leave the Oval Office." He smirks.
"Well I was a man on a mission," he growls. "I lost you." The desperation and fear in his voice nearly breaks her.
"No." She kisses his cheeks.
"You." She kisses his forehead.
"Didn't," she ghosts her lips over his before kissing them lightly. He melts into her as her lips flutter over his time and again. He's a pile of mush in her arms. His arms coil around her tighter. His eyes remain close breathing her in. Her fingers massage his scalp. "Look at me," she whimpers.
He lids lift.
"I have always been yours Fitz. From the very second are eyes met all those years ago on the campaign trail, my heart, mind, body and soul belonged to you." He listens to her words. "You are the only man I have ever truly loved Fitz. You cannot lose someone, once you have their heart."
"Livy…,"
"It's Mrs. Grant…," she warns him with an alluring smile.
"Say it again…," he growls squeezing their bodies together swaying them in the bed, under the covers.
"For the last year I've been and will forever be Mrs. Olivia Grant, wife of Fitzgerald…," her words are thwarted when his lips drop to hers. His lips sink into her kissing her fully allowing the passion he's kept inside brew to the surface. In seconds the temperature rises between them. In mere moments, their naked and making love. There is no foreplay. He couldn't wait to be inside.
He fill up her quickly, completely stealing both their breaths as they move perfectly in sync together. In this moment, it hits him. He's making love to his WIFE on the morning of their FIRST wedding anniversary. The rocking of his hips is driving her mad. They stare into the others eyes as they kiss lazily.
She sees it. Them.
"Livy," he croaks over her lips.
"I know. Fitz. I know," she whimpers tilting her hips to meet his. "Say it," she commands thrusting her hips.
"Happy FIRST Anniversary Sweetheart," he murmurs before his lips couple to hers. His words turn her insides hot and moist, begging for more. She circles her pelvis, driving him mad. She yearning for him to take control. When he does, she feels safe, cherished, and most of all loved.
His hand grasp her bottom putting more force in the gyrating of their hips. It feels good – too good. Soon her core begins to throb for Fitz to give it his all. He's the most selfless – giving lover. As long as she reaches the point of no return, he doesn't care. It always about her pleasure – not his.
She's lost in his movements – in his soft caresses on her skin.
"Happy Anniversary Fitz," she whimpers when he separates their lips briefly. They take deep breath, pausing, nestling faces and noses together. Resting their open lips over the others listening to the other breath. Neither believe but dared to hope they get here one day.
NOW they are.
It's so quiet in their bedroom. All the creeks and sounds in the walls echo in the room. Their hips remain still soaking this moment in. Absorbing the other in.
Goosebumps appear feeling his fingers ghost over her flesh. She cradles his face against hers as their kissing resumes. The tips of his hands ghost every square inch of his wife's skin as he rocks his hips tortuously slow into hers, not willing to miss a second of their morning love making.
Especially on THIS morning.
Their first Wedding Anniversary.
He loves her so fucking much. He's going to show her for the rest of their lives.
"I love you Livy. So much," he groans shivering as the sensation of her hands then fingers on his back. He whimpers into her mouth as her hands find his bottom. She squeezes his ass as he moves in and out of her slick walls.
She feels incredible.
The rocking of his hips amplify. He's close. Very. But he won't let go – not without her. He falls into her eager to coax a glorious morning orgasm out of her. Their eyes remain open. He needs her more than anything on this earth. More than air. She is his air.
"I'm close," he growls.
"Me too. Almost there," she grunts into his mouth. "Please don't stop," her mouth falls open. "Oh yes Fitz – right there," she murmurs before he thrusts into her hard taking her over the edge. Her walls clamp around him quickly, sucking him into her depths, filling her fully and to the hilt.
The pressure is too much. He explodes, coating her fully with his seed. His lips attach to every soft texture of skin savoring their post coital bliss. He collapses onto her shaking from the force. Fitz lifts his eyes to meet hers. She's biting her lips bashfully.
"What?"
"Best morning sex ever," he smirks. He slips out but remains on top.
"Anniversary morning sex," she quips wiggling his eyes.
His mouth sucks the pulse point just below her ear. "Um yes. But you know what else." She waits. "I have nothing on my agenda today but you," he growls deeply. "I can't wait for a nooner, afternoon delight, pre-dinner, and dessert sex."
She yanks his head up to stare into his eyes. "You're shameless."
"Yes and you love me right," he inquires.
"I do," she utters. The meaning of her words is not lost. She begins to slip out of his grasp but he forces into the mattress. "Fitz we seriously have to get up."
"Why?"
"You…Mister….," she stresses kissing his lips quickly. "Have to trust me." He squints. "Don't question it just go with it. We have plans we must keep."
"Olivia…," He's wants to spend the day with just her. Them. The country can wait.
"Just go with it. For me," she pleads. An exasperated sigh leaves his mouth but he acquiesces because he give her anything. "Good. Now let's shower then you'll see what comes next."
When he realizes she says 'shower', he kicks the covers off. He carries a giggling Olivia into the bathroom where they get clean, get dirty – twice, and dry off before getting dressed. She glances at her nightstand for her rings.
"Livy I can't find my wedding band," he calls out. When they are out together, he obviously cannot wear it, but it's with him inside a small velvet bag in his suit coat. "It was just on the night stand."
"It probably just fell. It's closer than you think it is. You just can't see it," she shakes her head. "We'll find it after we come back." He nods not willing to leave without but he's certain it just fell in the draw of the nightstand.
/
Finch, Whelan, Perkins and Associates…
Once they are presentable, his arms wrap around her. Both are fully dressed. Olivia in a V neck grid print cape white sheath knee length dress. Fitz a blue suit, white dress shirt but no tie. It's in his pocket. She's zippering it up when he's behind her.
"I don't need help Mister," she teases when his hands take over.
"I'm very hands on," he coos into her ear, kissing her brow. He's never seen this dress before or matching heels. Their eyes meet in the mirror. "My God you're stunning. You're shinning like the sun right now," he admonishes meeting her gaze in the mirror.
"Why thank you kind sir," she quips teasing him. His eyes meet hers. He doesn't want to share her. "Come on," she spins gripping his hand dragging him out of the room. During breakfast her phone rings.
"It's Stephen," she explains to Fitz. She leaves the table to talk to him. A few short minutes later he hears her elevated voice. "What do you freaking mean I have to be there? Stephen are you trying to tell me you, Abby, Quinn, Huck and Marcus cannot handle this. We talked about this."
Fitz is standing in front of her observing her become upset.
"Stephen you all know what today is. It's my freaking wedding anniversary. I want to spend it with Fitz. He cleared his schedule so we could spend the day together. We have plans. I can just…," Olivia grouses on the verge of tears. Stephen speaks for another minute.
"Liv it's okay," Fitz mouths. "We'll go over and see what's going on."
"Fine we'll be right there. Yes he's coming with me," she hisses. "I'm not leaving without him." She hangs up the phone. He takes it from her hands, setting it on the nearby end table. Her eyes meet his. "Fitz…,"
His hands go to her cheeks cradling them in his large palms. "Hey it's all right. This is your business. If a client needs Olivia Pope then so be it." She exhales. "But we only best be there for an hour because the rest of the day MY WIFE is mine. Understood."
She wraps her around his neck. "I told Stephen you were coming but you don't have…," she quieted when he lips brush over hers. He kisses her softly, lingering his lips to feel her relax in his arms. They walk out of the residence hand in hand.
On the way they stop at the Oval. He's not supposed to be there, but he wants to make sure Cyrus and Andrew have everything covered. He inspects his desk. There is nothing needing his attention. His secretaries eye him from his open door. "All right I'm leaving," he calls out grabbing Olivia's hand.
They tease him on the way out. He sees Cyrus. "Mr. President. Liv."
"Everything all right Cyrus," Olivia questions kissing his cheek.
"Absolutely." He winks where only she can see it. "Andrew and I have got this. I'll see you later Mr. President." He wishes them a happy anniversary before he heads down the hall. Fitz finds it odd that Cyrus doesn't question anything. The ride over to OPA is fairly uneventful.
Until they're only a block away.
"Fitz why is there so many people around," Fitz notes the crowd gathered.
"I don't know," he inquires. The motorcade stops at OPA in front of reporters, cameras, and the crowd cheering for The President and Olivia Pope. He glances out the window noting a red carpet, a small podium and her staff waiting. "Liv what's going on?"
"I have no idea," she explains doing her best to keep confusing him. Fitz knocks on the window and they step outside. She greets Stephen hand in hand with Fitz. "Stephen, Abby, Quinn, Huck, Marcus," she greets them all with a smile. Fitz shakes everyone's hand.
Then she sees Miss Ann with Cyrus escorting her. Mellie and Andrew are also there. They released a statement a few weeks ago, they married in a small private ceremony. Photos were posted on the White House official web page and twitter.
Fitz glances up noting a sheet is covering OPA's logo.
"Liv…," Fitz utters confused. She winks.
"It's handled," she assures him with a soft kiss on lips. He begins to object but Stephen taps on her shoulder.
"We're ready Liv," Stephen speaks. "It's all yours," he whispers. "For the last time." She steps out of Fitz's embrace. "Mr. President," Stephen touches his arm. He motions for him to step back. He watches Olivia take the podium.
"Good morning." She glances up at her watch. "Yes technically it's almost lunch but The President took his sweet time picking a tie this morning." She glances back. "Which you can tell I forgot to put on."
The reporters and crowd gathered chuckle.
"I'm sure you're all wondering why I called you here today." She glances at Fitz. He squints."This incredible city has so much history. Along with its rich history, I'd like to think Olivia Pope and Associates played a part in it. I cannot tell you how many politician's chestnuts I yanked out of the fire," she teases. "And saved."
The reporters laugh and agree. It is then Fitz sees many of Olivia's former clients in the audience supporting her.
Abby calls out. "Yes we saved your reputations."
"True Dat," Peter Caldwell calls out. "I owe you an expensive bottle of wine."
"Olivia Pope and Associates saved my ass," Congressman Jacob Shaw bellows. "After you all saw it."
The crowd laughs louder.
Then Olivia sees Sully St. James with his husband, and their adopted son and daughter. After he left the military he ran for public office and won. He owes a great deal to Olivia and her staff. His family made a special trip to be here for this special moment. Her heart warms watching both their children wave at her.
Fitz beams behind her. He still has no idea what is going on.
"Stop," Olivia pleads blushing. "If it was not for you all OPA would not have reached the heights it has. With your word of mouth, my business flourished and I was able to help people fix the worse days of their lives. You all helped me get to where I am today. For that I will be forever grateful. I am honored to have met you all, and gotten to know you."
She becomes chocked up. She grasps the podium needing a moment feeling slightly light-headed from everything going on and will happen.
Stephen sees it. "Mr. President go…," he urges him to hold her hand. "She's going to need you at her side. It's what she wants."
He eyes Cyrus. "What is going on?"
"Go with it Sir," he quips.
He scoffs under his breath but walks to Olivia. One hand rests in the middle of her back the other holds her hand. "Livy, I'm right here."
Her eyes meet his. "You've always be here. But now it's my turn," she leans her face against his. His eyes search hers uncertain of what is going on.
"Ladies and Gentleman, I cannot thank you enough for supporting me but I've come to realize in the last year of my life, that I've changed. I wanted more but was afraid to go for it," she eyes Fitz. "It is because of this man standing to my right," her eyes lift to his briefly. "I have loved Fitz for so long and he's made me better. He leads with his heart and it's time for me to do the same."
"OPA will always hold a special place in my heart, but it's time for me to choose another path. I'm needed elsewhere." Fitz grip on her increases. "I will always be around if I'm needed but OPA will no longer be my sole focus. My heart has brought me down another road leading me into Fitz's arms and The White House."
He swallows hard.
"This man has loved me for long as I have loved him. Most of it has been in secret. Loving someone this deeply shouldn't be a secret. It should be announced to the World. Every day he leads our nation with such grace, poise, never asking anything for himself, instead focusing on the needs of the American People. Fitz gives himself selflessly to you all and to me. We are lucky to have him as am I and his children," she whimpers.
Fitz steps closer. He wipes a tear from her cheek. "Livy you don't…," he mumbles out his words. Her eyes catch his.
"Shhh…," she pleads.
"Every day, since we first met, his love for me has grown. I heard many say love can be a weakness – one's Kryptonite. But our love for each other isn't. He's given up so much for me to be at his side. It is time for me to do the same. I made some changes to my professional and personal life. Olivia Pope and Associates is no more. It's long overdue for me to step down. I like you to witness it now," Olivia reaches up yanking the banner away.
Fitz's eyes widen. He stammers.
"My name is no longer on the door. Read it Fitz," Olivia asks.
"Finch, Whelan, Perkins and Associates," he speaks clearly. He steps forward and turns Olivia to face him. "You gave it up. For me...Why?"
"Because I want you. I want us - forever," she cups his face. "Because at your side in the White House is where I truly belong. It's where I've only belonged."
He brings her to him.
The crowd begins to cheer but her staff silences them.
/
"I Want You. I Want Us…"
He lowers his lips to kiss her but she stops him. "Liv…," he inquires watching her step from the podium bringing them in front of the crowd. She reaches into her pocket retrieving his wedding band and her engagement ring. She bends down on one knee. "Holy shit…"
"So Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III, President of the United States, I'm more than willing to be your First Lady and your wife if you'll have me." Tears stream down his face. "Fitz will you marry…," he lifts her off the ground, kissing her soundly before she has the chance to finish.
Between kisses he mutters, "Livy. Livy. Livy," he coos, over and over again, dipping her backwards. He kisses her soundly. In this moment it's just them. His lips separate from hers connecting his eyes with hers. The crowd cheers and goes wild.
"I guess that's a yes huh," she blushes slipping his wedding band on his left finger. In the middle is a small diamond. She added it. He lifts her high into the air. He continues to hold her there as the crowd and their closest friends chant. He places her down the ground, then on one knee – slips her engagement ring on her finger.
"Yes I'll marry you… today," he adds loud for the Press and crowd. Yes they've been married for a year. He's not willing to wait any longer. He faces the press. "Sorry private ceremony. Friends and family will be permitted to post pictures later for the entire World to see. I'm unwilling to share my bride."
His eyes meet hers. "Wife."
It's not lost on her.
"Husband," she sniffles. They stand together posing for a few more photos until they are assured inside by the Secret Service. Olivia and Fitz stay for a quick lunch. She speaks with Abby while Fitz talks with everyone. "Abby…,"
"Everything is handled. We'll all meet you two tonight. He still has no clue right…,"
"No," she whispers. Fitz watches her closely. "I'll see you later."
"What are YOU up too," he chastises when she's nestled in his side in the motorcade. "Oh nothing. I have to go by my apartment and grab something I left there."
"You have enough shoes at the Residence you know…," he quips. She jabs his stomach. "Ouch."
"Watch it Mister. Or you won't be marrying my ass tonight."
"Oh really. What if I want just sex instead," he teases. "Lots and lots of sex," he growls sucking her neck.
"You got that this morning. Three times," she teases. His eyes soften taking her in and everything she gave up for him today. "Hey I don't regret it. None of it." He begins to object but she quiets him with a soft kiss. "I am more than ready to be your wife openly. I don't want to wait. OPA is by past."
"Liv…," he mutters on the verge of tears.
"You." She kisses him. "Are. My." More kisses. "Future," she sniffles holding his gaze becoming very emotional. "It was time for me to step up and show the world you are what I want and love more than life itself." Now she's crying.
"Livy," he mutters into her hair. "Sweetheart," he sighs lifting her face to his. "I love you SO much." He kisses her entire face until the car stops. The Secret Service opens the door permitting them to step out. The press is outside. They wave and enter her building.
Tom and Agent Washington are at her door. "Everything is all clear Ma'am. We'll wait here."
"Thank you. To you both. For everything," Olivia squeezes both their hands.
She opens the door and allows Fitz to step inside. He gasps. "Olivia what in the hell?" He glances around. "Where's all your furniture?" He glances down the hall. "It's empty."
He faces her. "I don't live here anymore. Abby, Stephen, all of my friends helped me pack up. I hand in my keys over after this final walk through – with you." He staggers backwards. He's overcome with love for this woman – HIS wife. "My home is with my husband in the White House."
He's to her in three strides. He kisses her feverously savoring HER, this moment. Her back is against the door as makes out with his wife – bride. He's hands, mouth touch her everywhere he can reach. She's a puddle in his arms as he kisses her. Their hot breaths and moans echo in the empty apartment.
He's doesn't stop until he senses she needs to breathe. He pulls away seeing her kissed lips, and flush face. She's flush, faint and sweaty. Her heart beat rapidly within her chest as he draws her closer seeing her body going crazy.
"You like," she questions as he clings to her.
"Liv you gave up OPA. You gave this up too." He's at a loss for words. She's taken his breath away many times over the last year but on this day, she's far exceeded his dreams.
"Yup."
"Why?"
"Because you are my home and I love you. You are not here. It was time." She reaches for her water in her purse. There's concern in his eyes. He's never seen her this way. She's happy. Content. So at peace. Her eyes shine like never before.
He releases her but she's teeters. His arms wrap around her waist keeping her close. "Liv," she sees the fear in his eyes. "Do you need med's, a doctor."
She releases a long sigh. He softly smiles. "Ah no. I'm fine. It's stuffy in here and you're just overheating me with all your heaving kissing, petting and make out sessions. You're too much for me to handle."
He laughs. "Well I'll just have to keep doing it then."
"Later," she quips tapping his nose. They walk about her apartment one final time before stopping in the middle of the living room. Together they share one final minute. He holds her close, swaying her side to side. Her nose buries in his dress shirt breathing him in. Finally she lifts her eyes to his.
"You ready," he coos holding her face gently in his hands.
"Yes. We have a wedding to get to," she reminds him. He meant renewing their vows today. He begins to question her, but stops himself. He's learnt to just trust her. They step outside to flashes and people asking where the wedding will be. "It's a surprise," Olivia answers.
As they sit in the car, he yanks her in his arms. "What are you up to now?" He hovers over her. She hands him a wedding invitation with today's date, their names, and an odd address. "Meet me here at this time."
"I did have plans for us tonight," he points out as they enter the White House.
"Staying in bed will have to wait. We have a vow renewal to get to Mister," she warns. They step into the Residence. "And no you cannot see my gown." He laughs. She begins to gather her things. He's behind her at the door. "Fitz…?"
"Where the hell are you going," he growls pressing himself into her.
"To get ready," she sighs leaning her head backwards. She faces him.
"But I have to let you leave. Now," he whines. He sounds like a five year old who just lost his favorite fire truck. "After everything you did for me – for us today, you expect me to just let you walk out of here without me wanting to take my wife to bed." He's needy. But there is nothing he desires more than her – right now.
"Yes. Now," she retorts whining back. She kisses him softly before he protests. "I pinky promise," he chortles. "You will get thoroughly rewarded Mr. President this evening, after the ceremony."
"Then I'm taking my wife on a REAL honeymoon." It hits him. He glances at his watch. "Okay go," he shoves off from her.
Now she's confused. "Fitz…,"
"I have to get planning. Lots to do and not enough time. I'm calling your team for help. We leave tomorrow morning after our wedding night. Get ready Mrs. Grant I have plans for you. I cannot wait to show off my wife to the World," he kisses her quickly. She stands there stunned. "Go. You have to get ready and so do I. I love you."
"I love you too," she giggles as he places a call to her friends to help plan a last minute honeymoon.
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"It's Ours…"
"Sir," Tom knocks on the Presidential bedroom door. "Are you ready?" He stops watching Fitz fumble with his bow tie. Fitz's hands are shaking. "Mr. President let me," he sighs stepping closer. As he touches his tie a voice behind him clears their throat.
"I got him Agent Stanton. My Goddaughter sent me to make sure he wasn't climbing the walls," Miss Ann teases shooing Tom out of the way. "Come see me Fitzgerald." Fitz steps to her. His eyes connect with hers. "My Livy loves you more than life itself."
"I know," he coos. "I love her more." He grasps her hands. She ties it perfectly. "I've waited so long for this day Miss Ann. Even though I married her a year ago, this feels even more real."
"Oh darling I know." She kisses his cheek. "I'm happy I get to see this one."
"What she did for me today," his voice creaks overcome with emotion.
"She did it because her place is at your side. If it was not for you, for this heart of yours," she rests her hands on his, "she would not have followed her destiny. You. Livy has changed a lot in the last year. All because of you," her hands cover his heart. "And your love. She'll need you even more now."
"Miss Ann?"
"Oh she's fine. She's Olivia Grant," she boasts. Fitz laughs. "She's your Gladiator. Now YOU need to get your bum moving. The groom cannot be late. The world is watching to see where this wedding is of yours," she smiles holding his cheek. "The vermin are going crazy in the Press Room."
"That makes two of us," he chuckles. He escorts Miss Ann on his arm out of the Residence down to the waiting Presidential Motorcade. The route has been cleared. Fitz is brought to the address with five minutes to spare.
Cyrus is there to meet him. "Cy? Is this where I'm marrying Olivia?" He's sure the paparazzi are hiding somewhere. He glances at the location curious. It's quaint, perfect for the occasion.
"It is. Follow me Sir," Cyrus escorts him inside. He enters the foyer to see a staircase in the center of the room. Flowers are wrapped around the banisters and in bouquets around the room. Candles illuminate the area giving it a soft glow.
Out from the rooms on the sides, Huck, Quinn, and Marcus appear. Mellie, and Andrew appear with the agents who have been on her detail since they married. Peter Caldwell is also there as one of her closest friends. He shakes hands with Fitz.
Music begins to play. Miss Ann's priest from her parish introduces himself to Fitz. Karen appears at the top of the stairs. She stands by Fitz. Abby is next with Peter.
The bridal march is sounds out as Olivia appears with Cyrus, Teddy and Ella. She's in a form fitted sleeves gown with a diamond belt. It flares out from her knees. She has a small veil covering her face. Her eyes never leave her husband as she is escorted then given to Fitz.
"Your glowing Sweetheart," his eyes shine with unleashed tears. She is even more beautiful than he's ever imagined. Michael, Cyrus's husband is taking photos.
"As are you," she blushes. He at a loss for words staring into her illuminated brown eyes.
The Priest begins their ceremony. Once he finishes his opening benediction, Fitz is the first to say his vows;
"Livy, I remember it like it was yesterday, the first moment I saw you. When you walked into my life, not only did I think you were the most beautiful woman I'd had ever seen, but love walked in. I had longed for love for so long. You had my heart from that first look. It was a magical moment I will treasure forever. I knew I loved you from the moment we met and I have been helplessly lost in your eyes ever since."
He cups her face.
"From this moment on I promise to love, honor, cherish you till death do us part and beyond as my best friend, lover, and wife. I will not only be faithful to you, but help you through your greatest joys, pain and sorrow. I promise to love you through it all because you Sweetheart are my heart. You are the best in me."
She's crying. He tilts her face to gaze into her eyes.
"You've give me so much today and I swear if I can give you half as much I'll be a happy man because I have you as my wife. I promise you'll never have to give up anything because it's my life's mission to see to your happiness. I promise to be the best husband to you. You are my beating heart Livy. I love you."
The priest hands Fitz her wedding band.
"Fitzgerald do you take Olivia to be your lawfully wedded wife…,"
"I do…I Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III take you Olivia Carolyn Pope to be my wedded wife. From this day forward till my dying breath. With this ring I thee wed," he slips it onto her finger. He cradles her face in his hands brushing his fingers over her soft cheeks. "You are my Immortal Beloved."
"Fitz," she murmurs barely audible. He kisses her forehead under the veil.
The priest turns to Olivia to begin.
"My dearest Fitz." She releases a few labored breathes. "I have to catch my breath to believe this is real. Today I'm marrying my best friend, my true love, and my heart's desire. I'll never forget the day we met either. You changed my life forever. I never believed I'd find this kind of love – until you. Our love is unique and to be cherished. It is how you've made me feel every day since we met."
Abby hands her a tissue.
"Richard Bach one said; a soulmate is someone who has the locks that fit our keys, and keys to fit our locks. When we feel safe enough to open them, our truest selves step out and we can be completely honest who we are….today you said I gave up so much. But I didn't. You unlocked the door. I became today who I was always destined to become. I gained so much because of you and your love."
She holds his face. Her thumbs wipes his tears.
"You love me for who I am. You unveiled the best part of me I had been denying for so long. From this day forward I promise to not only love, honor and cherish you. I promise to be your biggest cheerleader, greatest confidant, best friend, lover and most of all the wife you so deserve."
He now holds her face.
"I not only promise these things and so much more till death do us part, but so much more. I vow to carry you and to be carried by you." His hands snake around her. "I vow to journey with you and love every minute."
Olivia is handed his ring.
"Olivia do you take Fitzgerald to be your lawfully wedded husband…,"
"I do. I Olivia Carolyn Pope take you Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III to be my lawfully wedded husband, from this day forward to my last breath on this earth." She slips his band on his finger. "With this ring - I thee wed. Ever mine. Ever thine. Ever Ours."
"With the presentation of rings, affirmation of vows, I do finally pronounce you are husband and wife." The priest is aware it is also their 1st Wedding Anniversary. Miss Ann filled him in. "Mr. President you may kiss your First Lady and bride."
"With pleasure," Fitz announces lifting her veil. "Hi Mrs. Grant," he sighs ghosting his lips over hers. His eyes bore into hers. She was unable to look away. His expression was intense, almost threatening.
"Mr. President," she responds. Her hands grip his lapels. The flag pin she gave him long ago is there. His something special she gave him long ago.
His mouth finally covered her in a hungry passionate kiss stealing her breath away. She responded immediately. His mouth was warm. His lips softer than she thought possible. His hand reached around her, pressing on her back, bringing her closer. He had to feel her entire body against his.
Fitz needed more.
His tongue slipped into her mouth. She moaned when they touched. With a swift graduation of intensity, she began to cling to him. He was making her dizzy. His lips sent tremors through her body she never thought possible. This kiss felt different because they are different.
They both realize it.
When they walk out of here, the entire World will know they are married. No more hiding their love. He's her husband for all to see. She is his wife.
"Livy," he coos separating his lips from hers. The air has grown thick between them. She feels how much he wants her. Her lids lift to meet his eyes. "I love you."
"I love you too," she sighs placing her hands on his face then in his hair.
"We're married." She smirks. "For real."
"Yes we are for all to see," she sniffles. For a few moments they are in their own little world until Teddy, and Ella come running to them. Fitz scoops up Ella while Teddy holds Liv's hand. The priest announces them as husband in wife in public for the first time. Fitz wraps an arm around her.
They step down to their friends and chat for a few.
Olivia leads Fitz and their guests into the formal dining room for a meal. As they walk through the house, Fitz begins to see things he recognizes. He stops her. "Liv why do I see your furniture?"
Abby comes up to her. "Go ahead."
Fitz squints.
Olivia hands him a large envelope. He removes the contents. "Livy," he gasps. "You bought us a house." He sees both his and her name on the deed.
"It has five bedrooms. Three baths. The gate outside keeps the press back and it is Secret Service approved. I figured we could come here on weekends to get away with the kids. It's probably too big but it's ours," she explains taking in her shocked husband's expression.
He drops the deed onto the floor and yanks her close. "You bought us a house in Georgetown."
"Yes," she mutters. "Is that okay…," her words are cut off when his lips attach to hers. He kisses her tenderly, softly. He dips her backwards to hoots and clapping from their guests. A loud POP is heard when their lips separate.
"This…no you are perfect," he whispers over her lips. His eyes glance up. "Are there beds upstairs?" She nods. "Like in our room."
"Ah huh," she teases. They still have to decorate each bedroom but her bed is there. His eyes bore into hers. "Later Mister. I'm hungry." He laughs.
They walk into the dining room where they have a meal with everyone. Fitz and Olivia take turns feeding each other. They pose for pictures with their cake, and do a first dance. Shortly thereafter, Fitz is no longer willing to share. They bid their guests goodbye, and he scoops her up to carry her upstairs to their bedroom.
He opens the door and smiles when he sees some of her things in there and of course her bed. Now their bed. He stands her in the center of the room. He removes her veil then his jacket. He has gifts for her. He taps the bed.
He lifts her left hand. He added another diamond to her engagement ring, and wedding band. She didn't realize it until now. "I have something else for you. To wear with this." He places a velvet box in her lap.
"Fitz," she gasps.
"They were my Mother's," he coos. Her fingers ghost over the rose colored tear drop diamond necklace and earrings to match. "I was told to give them to the love of my life on our first wedding anniversary Livy." Her eyes meets his.
"I will wear them every day, if that's what you want."
"I have what I want Sweetheart. You," he coos. "Today you gave me everything. But you just wait…there's more…"
"Oh I'm not done yet," she giggles preventing him from doing anything else. "Wait here." He squints. She walks away returning only a few minutes later. "I have something for you. But it's under my dress."
"Oh?" He stands from the bed.
"Ah huh," she quips. "Reach inside my gown and you can claim your prize." He like this idea. His hand reaches inside and he locates something small, long, and rectangular. He pulls it out, and it's wrapped. "Read it."
He reads the label. "Why would Mellie and the kids give you this?"
"I don't know. Open it," she urges him biting her lip. "Think about the label again. Say it out loud as you lift the lid."
He sighs ripping open the wrapping paper. He lifts the lid uttering, "To Daddy from Mommy," looking into her eyes then down.
His eyes widen. "Livy," he creaks seeing HER gift. The greatest gift. Tears stream down his face. "Please tell me this is real," his eyes blink rapidly.
She nods. "I took it this morning. Read it."
"Pregnant," he gasps barely able to read the words, dropping the positive pregnancy test onto the floor. "I'm going to be a father," he drops to his knees before her gracing his hands over her flat stomach. "You're having our child." She nods as he pulls her closer. "Say it."
She unclasps her gown, letting it all exposing her bare skin.
"I'm pregnant Fitz. With our baby," she coos as he nuzzles his face into her bare stomach. He's whimpering happy tears into her skin. His eyes meet hers. His eyes are filled with pure elation. "The baby is ours."
He begins kissing her stomach, already murmuring to their unborn child.
"And it's ours….,"
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TBC…
Yes my darlings! OLITZ is having a BABY! Yes it's real. No it's not a typo. Mrs. Olivia Grant, First Lady of the United States, OPENLY is having her first child, with Fitzgerald Grant! (They'll keep it to themselves for a while.)
Our happy couple is FINALLY having their first baby. I hope this chapter everything you hoped for and more. Olivia said goodbye to OPA, proposed to Fitz in front of the World, and they renewed their vows. All in one chapter.
And now the cherry on top is their having a baby.
You'll learn in the next chapter when it happened, and how far along she is. She's very early. Much more details to come on #Olitz1stBaby.
Thank you for reading
Peace, love and Smooshie babies…
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