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Six Months Later

It was the middle of summer with warm weather and blue sky gracing the Windy City. Olivia was enjoying the weather, as she sat on the back, porch swing while sipping on a cold glass of lemonade, as she watched Fitz hammering on a piece of wood on the lower deck. During the week one of their kitchen cabinet drawers had fell apart when she'd tried to open it to retrieve a pot spoon. Since it was their day off her handyman husband had taken it upon himself to repair it.

Taking a long sip of her lemonade through the multi-color striped straw, she took an eyeful of her husband as he worked shirtless, dressed only a pair of navy blue cargo shorts and work gloves The sweat from the humidity and his hard work could visibly be seen running down his back and face.

Setting aside the half filled glass onto the floor, she let out a low whistle and called, "hey, sexy thang!"

"Stop catcalling me," Fitz said, continuing to drive the nail into the wood with the hammer.

"Why? You look awfully hot right now," she sassed.

"That has nothing to do with it. Not a piece of meat." He stopped hammering to look at her with a smirk and she did her best not to jump him. His his curls were slicked back onto his head by sweat, except for that one errant curl that always found its way to rest on his forehead, and his chiseled body glistened even more as he stood, highlighting the tanning skin underneath.

"That has everything… to do with it, pretty… boy…" she spoke slowly, enunciating each syllable. She was feeling mildly hot, never mind the cut off denim shorts she sport along with a spaghetti strap, crop top, and her hair in a high bun. The skimpy outfit did little to alleviate the heat coursing through her body.

"Mmm." Fitz grinned, staring at her while he removed his work gloves.

Olivia sat up straighter on the porch swing from his action. He began moseying towards her in a slow, deliberate fashion. With each stride he made her breath quickened. She knew she had played on his last string by calling him "pretty boy".

"What you doing? You're not finished with the drawer." She said innocently, pointing at the unfinished work.

"I'll get back to that later," he said unbothered, standing in front of her with his legs wide apart.

Olivia licked her lips.

"What did I tell you about calling me pretty boy?" He asked in a low tone.

Olivia gulped as she was all of a sudden mute, not that she was afraid to answer him but because of the close proximity of his body. He was affecting her. He was so close that she smelt the masculine scent of his body wash combined with the sawdust from the wood he was working with.

"Mmm?" He leaned over her, caging her in with his hands on each side of her head, settled on the back of the porch swing.

Olivia smiled and shrugged her shoulders.

"You can't remember, huh?"

She shook her head no.

"I guess I'll have to remind you. Do you want me to remind you?"

She nodded eagerly, biting her bottom lip.

"Get up." He commanded firmly and she did. Fitz took her seat and brought her to sit on his lap.

The minute she took her comfy seat she let out a giggle when Fitz' hand accidently touched her ticklish spot above her navel.

"Most amazing sound in the world," he confessed, wrapping an arm around her waist while the other was stroking her belly. Olivia blushed. He was always so kind and generous when lavishing her with praises.

"You're just saying that-"

"Because it's true," he interrupted.

She smiled and brought her head down, connecting their foreheads together.

"I love you," she whispered heartfelt.

"I love you too, baby." Fitz gave her a quick kiss.

Even though it was hot out they both enjoyed the closeness of their bodies for a few minutes.

"You up to…?" Fitz let his statement hang.

Pulling apart with a smirk on her face, she raised her eyebrows questioningly. "Now?"

Fitz nodded. "You kinda riled me up earlier," he admitted.

Olivia laughed, throwing her head back in the process. Fitz took the moment to lavage kisses on her exposed neck that soon turned her laughter into simpering moans.

"How about now?" he asked, sucking on the skin by her left clavicle. Olivia only moaned and he took that as a yes. Rising on his feet he held her close, as he made his way to the screen door before opening the back door to the house.

The minute they were on the other side of the door the cool air from the AC cooled their skin, much to their delight. Fitz not wasting any time deposited her onto the countertop by the sink, settling himself between her legs.

They started kissing slowly and languidly enjoying the taste of each other's mouth. Fitz appreciated the taste of lemonade on her tongue as he sucked it into his mouth. He held onto the back of her head, deepening the kiss and she did the same to him, running her fingers through his curls.

The desire warming and curling in their bellies intensified the longer the kiss lasted. When simply kissing was no longer adequate, hands began running on the planes of each other's bodies. Fitz' hands caressed the soft skin of her belly and went higher. To his surprise she was braless and he immediately began massaging her supple breasts. And before long his palms began ghosting over her taut nipples as his tongue continue to swivel in her mouth.

Moans were sounded more frequently by the increase of their arousal, sometimes unable to decipher who elicited it. But, they didn't care.

Olivia feeling wanton with need began grinding her hips against him to create friction against her center, as it craved attention.

Muffling strings of unintelligible words he grunted, as he pulled her crop top over her head and tossed it carelessly onto the floor. Next his fingers deftly undid the button on her jean short as his lips continued a stream of kisses along her jawline.

"Hurry up…" Olivia moaned impatient

"Shhh." Fitz stopped what he was doing and playfully chastised her. "Patience, sweet baby. Patience…" He then recommenced his action.

She sighed in relief at the feel of her shorts being lowered down her thighs, leaving her in only a pair of lacy boy shorts underwear.

Fitz stepped back to look at his handiwork after her shorts had met the same fate as her top on the floor. He took in her soft, smooth, mocha skin. She was delightful, a sight to behold on a rainy day, ethereal in her beauty.

"I love you so much," he spoke earnestly, his emotions taking ahold of his very being.

Olivia gasped, never tire of his proclamation of love. "I love you too, baby," she whispered back breathy.

Fitz moved closer to her and captured her face with one of his palm, bringing her bee stung lips to his, connecting them in a searing kiss. This time they passionately kissed each other, savoring the taste of the other's mouth.

Making love to each other wasn't always this easy in earlier months. Ever since Olivia's act of haste decision-making, in regards to the expansion of their family, Fitz became cautious when making love to her. At first he avoided her sexual advances, feigning that he was either tired or not in the mood; after a few weeks of doing so he relented to her advances, but not completely. He began using condoms during their couplings. The first time he did Olivia was a bit confused and startled even, and when she asked, why was he using it? He answered that "he'd read somewhere that when a woman stops taking birth control and gets back onto it, it takes awhile for it to become effective and it was only for safety measures." Although hurt, she accepted his explanation because there was some truth to it, and allowed the latex barrier into their relationship for the very first time. She hated it, and after a few intimate moments using it, she withdrew herself from that aspect of their relationship. The condom was more than a physical barrier of protection between them; it was also an emotional one. The trust in their relationship had thinned and Olivia blamed herself. After all she was the one who broke it, right?

Weeks of frustrations and tensions grew between the Grants until one night Olivia couldn't take it anymore. Out of everything that has happened to her, she refused to let divorce be one of them. Putting aside her pride, she approached her husband humbly, and asked him again to forgive her.

"I forgive you," Fitz said, taking his eyes off of the TV briefly to address his wife. He was watching the Hockey Championship game when she'd come downstairs, and all of a sudden asked him to forgive her for what she did after Abby's death.

"No you don't." She looked at him sadly. "You haven't forgiven me." She shook her head.

"I have, Olivia." He spoke agitatedly. Of course he had forgiven her.

"Then why every time we make love, it's not the same anymore. You've built a wall around yourself, shutting me out. You use a condom every… every… time… we make…." Her voice wavered from the somersault of emotions running through her body.

Fitz sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. What did she want him to say? That he no longer trusted her? That she violated his trust in one of the most basic ways between husband and wife? That she should've consulted him first?

Instead of saying all of that, he said, "I'm sorry."

Olivia began crying then. She didn't know why but her emotions were now overflowing. The fact that he wasn't opening up to her made her extremely worried for their relationship.

"Tell me what I need to do and I'll fix it. Fitz. I need you to forgive me, please…" she begged, unashamedly sobbing. She moved her body closer to him on the sofa and grabbed ahold of his hand. "I'm so sorry for breaking your trust. I'm sorry that I carelessly acted that way, I wasn't thinking and I wasn't in the best of places, but I never meant to hurt you in the process. I'm sorry, baby." She looked him in his eyes with tears flowing out profusely from hers She needed him to understand that she was sorry.

"I know, baby, I know you were hurting and I promise you that I'm trying to move pass this, but sometimes I remember what you did and it raises all of my insecurities and my trust wavers in us. And I'm sorry for shutting you out for the past two months," he confessed, running his thumb along the back of her hand.

"Promise me we'll try to get over this? Together?" Olivia sniffed.

Fitz nodded. "I promise."

And they did work together to move pass the hurt they'd inflicted on each other. Actively participating in each other's healing process, and for that their relationship was stronger than ever.

Back in the present, Fitz had joined their bodies together, holding onto Olivia's smooth legs that was wrapped around his waist, as he thrust slowly and evenly into her. He felt at him enclosed around her velvety, warm walls. They enjoyed the freedom of being able to make love around any part of their house. It didn't matter if it was their bedroom, living room, kitchen, dinning room, etc. they did it spontaneously and as frequent as they liked.

"You feel so good…" Olivia cooed, feeling his rock solid member pressing against the walls of her center.

"Likewise, baby…." He grunted.

Olivia moaned and pulled him in closer with her heels pressed into his ass, simultaneously taking her tongue and licking across his tatted chest.

"Just like that, right there," she cried aloud, when the sensation of his thrust traveled to her toes, making them curl in the process. Her senses were on high alert.

Fitz grunted and thrust harder making her cry out again. He did it again and she cried out his name. He continued doing it and she began speaking intelligible sentences as her orgasm began building.

"I…. fuck…right…love... ahhhhh… shit!"She screamed.

The only sounds being heard was their combined moans and slapping skin of their naked bodies.

To their dismay Bubba came running into the kitchen and started barking.

"Go, boy!" Fitz grunted, continuing his fast thrusting rhythm while trying to chase away the dog. Bubba stopped barking and took a seat on his hind legs two feet away, watching them with wide eyes, completely fascinated by their actions. Okay… they weren't completely uninterrupted. Bubba often times barged in on them whenever they forgot to close the door, and in those cases they would have to stop and lock him out. It was weird having him watch. With no door in sight, they tried again to shush the dog while continuing to make love but that didn't work. He only growled and looked at them from sideways.

"Fitz…" Olivia whined, not liking the audience they were having. She was making her way to an orgasm before the rude intrusion of their pet.

"I know baby." Fitz said, lifting her off of the cupboard top and walking with her to the nearest room, which so happened to be their study/reading room.

"Stop being a cock-block, Bubba!" Fitz shouted before shutting the door behind them.

Bubba barked at the door once and went back to the living room. Meanwhile his masters continued to fuck each other's brains out, louder and harder.

"I'mmmmmmmmm cummmmming!" Olivia screamed when her pussy began involuntary contracting around his length. She began milking him for all he's worth, bringing him to his peak. He began ejaculating his hot seed deep inside of her. They clung to each other as they rode on the massive wave of their orgasm.


A few days later, Fitz was walking to his office after giving the new volunteers a run down on what takes place in between calls on the rescue squad. They were one new candidate underneath his wing, since Harrison had made squad. In addition, Stephen also had two new candidates on truck, which so happened to be Olivia and a guy named Brent. Since Olivia was his wife he wasn't allowed to be her direct lieutenant, they're not even supposed to be working on the same shift, but since Olivia wasn't fully employed at the firehouse they gave them a pass. But, once she becomes a full firefighter that would all change. Neither of them was looking forward to those changes.

On his way to his office Lauren stopped him and told him that he had a call on line two. He thanked her and quickened his strides towards his office. Once he was in there he accepted the call.

"This is Lieutenant Grant," he answered. The line was silent for a few seconds. "Hello," he spoke again, and after a few seconds he heard a soft voice on the other end of the call.

"Hi Fitz." Startled by the female voice that spoke his name with familiarity, he paused.

"Who is this?" He asked, when he'd recovered his equilibrium, getting straight to the point. He knew that it wasn't Olivia as she was in the communal area with the others.

"Tiffany," the female voice answered.

Fitz' head snapped back by her answer. Tiffany? The only Tiffany he knew was from a long time again but it couldn't be her. "How can I help you, Tiffany?" He asked authoritatively.

He listened as she gave a dry chuckle. "You don't remember me, huh?" She asked.

Now without a doubt he knew that it had to be that Tiffany he knew.

"Used to be one of your fuck-buddies, " She said and Fitz coughed. He ran his hand hastily across his face.

Fitz was at a lost for words. How was he supposed to greet her? After all they didn't end on the very best of terms.

"How did you get my work number?" Fitz asked instead, pushing aside any niceties. Why was she contacting him?

"Same asshole, Fitz," she snarled, and Fitz rolled his eyes at her comment.

"Tiffany, I don't have all day here. I have work to do, after all you're calling on my work number." He didn't mean to get pissy with her but she'd just called him an asshole.

"Right, lieutenant…. I just called to tell you that your son, Ethan's tenth birthday is coming up in a few weeks and he asked for his father to be there. Can you?"

Fitz' mouth dropped open, he couldn't believe what she had said. Son? Son? He didn't have a son. "What are you talking about, Tiffany?" He asked, when his brain began working again.

"I'm talking about the baby we created together, the one that I never aborted. I knew you would become somebody someday, so I kept the little miracle we created. Anyways, Ethan has always asked for you and I told him that you were away and couldn't see him. But, now he's not buying it anymore. He wants his daddy."

Fitz felt queasy, his breathing became sporadic and his grip tightened on the phone. How could this be happening to him? What is Olivia going to say? Is the child even his? Oh God…

"Tiffany, I don't know what games you're playing, but the last time I checked I don't have a child."

"Oh yes you do. Check the fax machine. I sent you a picture of him." Her voice was calm and it unnerved Fitz. What sick game is this?

Fitz looked across at his fax machine when it started humming. How did she know where he worked?

He asked, "why after all these years? Why tell me now?"

"Because maybe I want to ruin your life just like you'd ruin mine. I wanted to be exclusive with you, Fitz, but you were such a fuck up that you had to hump anything with a pulse. You hurt me!"

Before Fitz could reply, he heard Olivia's voice, "Lt. Grant, you're needed outside," she said with a wink from the doorway. "What's wrong?" She immediately asked, after taking in his queasy appearance. He looked pale and one moment away from throwing up.

"Uh... nothing…" Fitz cleared his throat. Pulling away from the corded phone, he said, "I'll be out in a sec."

"Ok…"Olivia looked at him curiously before retreating.

"I gotta go." He told Tiffany, who was still on the line.

"Right. On the back of the picture is my number. Call me."

Fitz mumbled something incomprehensible and hung up. He couldn't believe what she'd just told him. With his gut in his throat he moved over to the fax machine in the corner of his office, grateful that each one of them had one instead of just the secretary.

With trembling fingers Fitz retrieved the faxed paper and flipped it over to see a young boy that looked a lot like… him. This couldn't be true, or could it?


At the end of their shift, Olivia was beginning to grow worried. Fitz had been in a trance ever since she walked into his office and he was on the phone. She kept asking him if he was ok and he monotone a yes each time. She didn't believe him, but let him be for the time being.

When they got home they ate breakfast in quiet, a bagel each with cream cheese, a cup of tea for Olivia and a cup of orange juice for him.

"What do you want to do today?" She asked, between bites.

"Nothing. Don't feel like doing anything," he answered, absentminded.

"Ok." She sipped on her tea. "I might meet up with Tina later for a movie if we have nothing planned." Tina and Olivia had developed a special bond over the course of the few months; even Fitz liked her once they properly got to know each other. A few times out of the month her and her son would come over for dinner or a movie, or just to hangout. Matthew really liked Fitz because he would often play sports with him, be it football, soccer or basketball.

"Sounds good."

"Ok." Olivia raised her eyebrows quizzically but said nothing.

Their morning was much like this until they both retired to their bedroom for a long awaited sleep, only getting up to eat something before returning into the land of the dead.

Around 7 PM, Olivia had decided that she was indeed going to take Tina up on her offer to watch the Magic Mike movie since Fitz would never accompany her to watch it. As she got ready for the movie he sat on the bed looking at her every movement. She loved when he would just look at her; it made her feel beautiful and desirable.

"So..; what you're going to be doing when I'm gone?" She asked from in front of the mirror, trying to perfectly shape her Afro.

"I don't know. Probably sleep. I don't feel so good."

She looked away from the mirror to look him over. "Do you want me to stay? I can stay if you're not feeling well."

"No, that's ok. You go have fun with your friend." He gave her a small smile.

"You sure?"

"Yea."

"Alright…" And she went back to fixing her hair. When she was finished she turned around and asked, "How do I look?"

Fitz looked her over, admiring the way her tone legs looked in the pair of Bermuda white shorts, in which a red and yellow, flowy, racerback top covered its waistband, and her feet enclosed in a pair of brown wedges. She looked bohemian chic and he loved it.

"Beautiful," he breathed simply and she blushed.

"Thank you, baby." She sauntered across the room and placed a soft kiss on his lips. Pulling apart, she said, "I love you."

"I love you, too, Livvie. Have fun," he spoke sincerely.

"I will.

He walked her down to the front door and watched as she clambered into her car before making her way out their driveway.


Olivia and Tina were standing in line to buy their movie tickets when a tall gentleman walked up to them.

"Excuse me, are you in pain?" He asked Tina.

Tina looked at the man with confusion written all over he face. "In pain? Why?"

"Because it had to hurt when you fell out of heaven, Angel…"

Tina and Olivia exchanged glances before they fell into laughter. What was the guy thinking, using such a corny line in 2015?

Playing along to his game, Tina said, "yes it does. It hurts really badly, when guys don't know how to be themselves," she ended, surprising her suitor.

"I'm sorry. Let me start over again. My name is Keith." The guy extended his hand to her.

"Hi Keith, bye Keith," Tina said in one breath, dismissing him without accepting his handshake.

The guy seeing that he'd blown his chances and was the laughingstock, sucked his teeth and walked away. And Olivia who was still laughing was currently getting the death stare from Tina.

"You can't keep chasing away these men," Olivia laughed.

"Yes I can, when they're goofier than Steve Urkel and dumber than Beeves the Butthead."

Olivia threw her head back and laughed harder. This is what she loved about Tina, unlimited entertainment. No man was ever good enough for her; ever since her ex Tina was very picky when it came to men. She'd had her misfortune once and she wasn't planning on going there again, not if she could help it.

Olivia's phone chimed and she retrieved it from her front pocket, continuing to laugh at Tina.

"What?" Olivia mumbled confused. She'd just received a text from Fitz saying that he was going out with Stephen when thirty minutes ago he wasn't up to leaving the house.

"Everything ok?" Tina asked worriedly after Olivia's laughter had ceased and a frown had replaced.

"Uh… yeah… it's Fitz. He texted me saying that he was going out with Stephen."

"Oh ok. How's Stephen?" Tina inquired, her eyes lighting up.

Olivia didn't miss it. "You like, Stephen?" She raised her eyebrows questionably. A few of the times when she and Michael were over by the Grants, Stephen happened to also be visiting. So she had interacted with him more than once.

"What's not to like? He's handsome, has a job and from what I can tell, not crazy…"

Olivia laughed and shook her head. If she only know, how not crazy he was.

Clearing her throat she said, "he's doing good, as much as anyone could after losing their fiancée, but he's trying to move forward."

"Right… I forgot about that. Forget about him then. He'll probably not get over her. I can't compete."

Olivia smirked and stored that piece of information in her brain. Tina likes Stephen, she sing sang in her head.

The line moved forward and the ladies recommenced their girls' night out.


Fitz and Stephen was at Molly's, the bar they frequent on off days. Fitz was downing glasses of scotch one after the other, while Stephen had yet to finish one tumbler. Since Abby's death he was taking life more seriously, appreciating it through newfound lenses, realizing the brevity of it. With his newfound awareness he started volunteering at a homeless shelter twice a week. To get to the point, he was getting his act together. He still missed Abby but as time went by… he realized that he could still live. Day by day he realized that he could live in a better way… and a better way he strived to do. He was forever grateful for the month Fitz and Olivia had taken him in and supported him, as only true friends would. Even when he sensed that things between them were beginning to get rocky they still showed him kindness and love. He was forever indebted to them.

So… here he was sitting across from his friend, wondering what was troubling him, as he drowned his life away into the brown water.

"Take it easy, Bud." Stephen said after the fourth glass. "You sure everything, okay?" He eyed him, taking a sip of his own drink.

Fitz shook his head and drank the remaining drink in one gulp. "No… I fucked up. I fucked up big time," he slurred. The effect of the bourbon was already showcasing.

Looking around to see that no one was listening on their conversation, Stephen asked in a low tone, "What you mean, you fucked up?"

"I just fucked up," he repeated before chuckling bitterly.

Knowing how private his friend was Stephen knew that he wasn't going to get him to speak. So he kept quiet and kept him company through the night.


Later that night, Olivia was pulling into the driveway when she saw Stephen trying to wrestle out a drunk Fitz from his car. She parked her car beside them and unlocked the door before walking towards them.

"What's going on?" She asked showily.

"He had a little too much to drink so I brought him home. His motorbike is at the bar. He can collect it tomorrow."

"Thank you." Olivia was grateful that he did, because she couldn't imagine the state her husband would've been in had he ridden home.

"It's no problem. I can carry him up to you all's room," Stephen offered and Olivia nodded her consent.

She opened the front door for him and he tagged along an unintelligibly speaking Fitz. Like he promised he carried him up to their bedroom and deposited his body onto their queen-sized bed.

"Thanks, Stephen. I appreciate you bringing him home," Olivia said, walking him out.

"No problem."

They walk to the door in silence. "Good night," Stephen called, walking down the short porch steps.

"You too," Olivia called from the front door. She stayed until Stephen climbed into his car and started backing out the driveway, before making her way upstairs.

By the time Olivia had return upstairs Fitz had vomited on himself.

"Oh no…" she groaned. "Why Fitz? Why? You never drink like this," she said more to herself than him, as she walked towards him. He mumbled something she didn't understand in response.

She sat on the side of the bed and began lifting the bottom of his T-shirt and his hand immediately pushed away hers.

"Fitz, settle down. I need to take off this vomit shirt." She began lifting it again, feeling angry with him for getting sloppy drunk.

"No!" He slurred loudly, pushing away her hands.

"Yes!" She said, forcefully removing his shirt.

And he yelled, "No, no! I'm married. See! See!" He lifted up his left hand, showing off his wedding band before his hand fell to his side.

His partially alert declaration that he was married made her less angry with him. In actuality, her heart began fluttering in her chest. It was good to know that even in his unconscious state he knew that he was married.

With each garment of clothes she removed, he kept slurring that he was married; he loved his life and no, no…

For now she would take care of him but tomorrow was a new day, and a different story.


The next morning Fitz woke with a slight headache. He couldn't remember much of what had happened. He looked over to his side and saw that Olivia was still asleep, curled into a tight ball with her back facing him. Most of her body was underneath the cover except for her satin headscarf that peeked out at the top.

Briefly looking away from her he noticed the two aspirins and a glass of orange juice on his side of the bed. He stretched across and grabbed both of the items. From the feel of the glass he could tell that she'd recently poured it, as it was still cold. He downed the contents in one gulp and then returned the glass onto the nightstand. He exhaled deeply before slowly getting out of bed and sauntering over to the bathroom.

Fitz relieved himself in the toilet before flushing it and making his way to the bathroom sink. Looking at his reflection in the mirror as he watched his hands, he began replaying how stupid he was to go out and drink like he had no responsibilities, when the opposite was true. It was possible that he had a son, a ten-year-old son. How did this become his reality? One minute he was mad with his wife for trying to get pregnant behind his back because he wasn't ready and the next he got a phone call saying that he had a son. It was ludicrous! He needed to tell Olivia. Before the morning ended he needed to let his wife know.

Unable to return to the peaceful solitude of their marriage bed because of his haunting thoughts, he made his way downstairs.

"Morning, boy," He greeted Bubba with an affectionate rub behind his ear, which elicited a low growl from the dog. Fitz continued to talk to him as he led him outside through the back door. Fitz took a seat on the porch swing while he watched the dog made his way onto the soft dewy grass below. The morning was still earlier so it was peacefully quiet. Fitz sighed as he wrapped his arms around his midsection, stretching the material of his T-shirt. In the bathroom he'd noticed that he was changed out of the clothes he wore last night and was now dressed in his pajamas bottom and white tee, no doubt Olivia did it. Another thing he had to thank her for.

With so much on his mind he barely registered when Bubba returned and lay next to his feet after taking care of his morning business. Seconds or minutes passed him like this, staring out into space. Eventually, his daze was broken when he heard the closing of the screen door. Looking up he saw Olivia walking towards him with two glasses of green smoothie in her hands. Something they indulged in before breakfast.

Olivia joined him on the swing and wordlessly passed him one of the glasses of smoothie. "Morning." She finally greeted.

"Good morning. Thanks," Fitz returned before taking a sip of the cold liquid.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, indulging in their green smoothie before Fitz broke it.

"I'm sorry about last night. I didn't mean to get so drunk." He sighed. "It was stupid of me and I'm sorry. I… just have so much on my mind."

Olivia eyed him over the rim of her glass while he spoke, observing his body language. One of his hands kept running through his hair while his eyes stared ahead, not making contact with her.

"Apparently you do," Olivia spoke tersely. She was a bit upset at him for being so drunk that he could've hardly stand on his two feet.

The tension in her tone of voice wasn't lost on him; he knew that he had to bite the bullet and tell her everything. He exhaled deeply and ran his hand through his hair. His heart was beating fast and he felt like throwing up. Collecting himself and mustering up his courage, he began, "yesterday I got a call at work."

Olivia nodded, knowing that her intuitions were right. Since that phone call he hadn't been himself, she thought.

Swallowing audibly, he finally turned his head to look her in the face. "Remember my ex I told you about that had aborted our baby without telling me?"

Olivia nodded slowly; her eyes squinted as she regarded him.

"She called the firehouse yesterday and said that she never aborted the baby. She kept the baby; it's a he and now he's 10-years-old. I have a son…" He spoke rapidly and when he was finished he inhaled deeply.

Olivia blinked at him. She was in shock. Out of all of the things that were plaguing him she couldn't believe that him being a father was one of them.

"How?" she whispered in her state of shock.

Fitz ran his hand over his head. "I don't know. She faxed over a picture of him for me to see and he kinda looked like me, Liv." His voice was filled with worry.

Olivia shook her head from side to side. She didn't want to hear this. They were waiting to have their baby. They were supposed to be first time parents together. He wasn't supposed to have a secret child that neither of them knew of. She felt queasy from the thoughts.

"I think I'm going to go lie down," she said, rising from the swing.

"Liv…" Fitz pleaded, holding onto her hand with his free one. "Let's talk about this."

Olivia shook her head no. She honestly didn't know what to say or how to feel. She felt a combination of sadness and rage moving through her.

"Yes we do, because it affects us both. You're my wife dammit!"

"What do you want me to say?" Olivia raised her voice at him. " What do you seriously want me to say? One of your whores made a child with you!"

Fitz gave her a quizzical look, he knew she was angry but to label Tiffany as one of his whores, he found it a bit extreme coming from her. Sighing, he pulled her back down onto the swing and turned her by the chin so that she can face him.

"First of all I don't have whores, I have a wife, and secondly, the child may look like me but it's possible that he's not mine. I'm not going to buy anything Tiffany is saying without a paternity test."

Olivia stared defiantly into his eyes. She knew that it was no sense being mad at him when it was his past coming back to haunt them. Maybe the child wasn't his, maybe… But the entire thing caught her so off guard that she felt off balanced. Things were just getting good for them and they didn't need this new obstacle.

"You're right. Maybe he's not yours. What should we do?" She asked after taking a long deep breath and getting her emotions in order. But, in the back of her mind, she reserved a space that believed that he was his and the thought gripped her with fear.


AN: First thing off, I'm going on a summer hiatus starting from tomorrow. Hope you enjoy your summer, peoples!

So… we started off with a bit of sexy time, then Fitz got a call from his ex telling him she never aborted the baby? Remember Tiffany from chapter 11? You should go back for reference if you want to.

Our girl, Tina has a crush on Stephen. What you think about that? Mmm…

Also, Liv and Fitz had a hard time reconciling after the whole Liv trying to get pregnant behind Fitz' back. What do you have to say about that period of time? Was he justified in his actions to protect himself with condoms?

Finally, is Fitz the father or not? What you guys think? What would you do if you were Olivia? Let me know your thoughts. Love reading them.

Again, I hope you enjoy your summer.

Until next time,

XOXO.