Wedding Day

Olivia's POV
Everyone always says butterflies in your stomach are just a sign of nerves. Well, what the hell does it mean when the butterflies feel more like wild turkeys on crack wildly flapping around? My hand had been resting on my stomach for the better part of the past hour, hoping to calm the madness happening inside. It was no use though.

It was go time. Time to walk down the aisle and marry Fitz. I was dressed in my white gown. My hair was up. My make-up was perfect. I had my arm looped through Harrison's and he was waiting patiently for me to let him know that I was ready to leave the room I had spent the afternoon getting ready in. Harrison was good at being quiet when it was necessary, and right now it was damned near critical. I wasn't having second thoughts at all. I just needed a minute.

Leesa and I had spent the previous night at Fitz's beach house. He had stayed with Matt while Lindsey stayed with her parents so we could have the whole house to get ready for the wedding. I still hadn't seen him since we arrived yesterday, and I was missing my soon to be husband an awful lot! We had been keeping in touch through texting and phone calls, but no face to face. It was killing me not to see him. That would all be over by the end of the day when I officially became Mrs. Fitzgerald Grant.

The two of us woke up to the sound of the crashing waves and Leesa went to the glass sliding door and looked outside. "Now I understand why you sold your apartment. If I could wake up to this beautiful view every day, I'd sell my place too."

I smiled and joined her at the glass doors. "It was a no brainer. My brothers, you, and Sophie are the only family I have left. And I've only ever known living in the city. But Fitz still has his parents, and I know the importance of spending as much time with them as possible. You never know when you won't be able to do that anymore."

"Hey." Leesa put a hand on my shoulder and gently added, "you don't have to explain yourself to me. And I know it's going to be difficult to get through this day without your parents here. You don't have to talk about them."

I smiled at her. "I love to talk about them. They were great people. I wish they were here today to see me marry Fitz. To see that I grew up to be happy and get my happily ever after, just like they did with each other. My dad would have cried as he walked me down the aisle. My mom would have helped me get ready and into my dress. She was always so supportive."

"I wish I could have met them." Leesa said wistfully. She turned to look at me. "They might not be here in person, but they are here in spirit. And I know that the two of them are smiling down full of pride. They raised four amazing kids who grew up and became amazing adults."

I laid my head on her shoulder as a tear slid down my cheek. "Thanks, Lees."

"You're welcome. Besides, I think Sophie has a little of your mom in her. You know that girl is gonna be demanding to help aunt Wib into her princess dress." Leesa chuckled and I joined in at the thought of it.

"She definitely has some of momma's character traits in her. Let's go down by the water for a little while. It'll be our calm before the craziness starts later on." We grabbed our coffee cups and stepped outside. It was unbelievably warm outside already and rain was thankfully not in the forecast. As I sat on the golden sand, I wondered what Fitz was doing right now.

Fitz's POV
I excitedly ran into the master bedroom, knowing Lindsey wasn't here. Matt was still sleeping but I didn't care. I was too excited to sleep. "I'm getting married today!" I shouted. "Can you believe it?"

"Fuck off!" Matt whined. He was sprawled out on his stomach in his bed and still had his eyes closed.

"I'm getting married todaaaaaay!" I sang in a much louder voice right in his face.

"GO. AWAY!" he grumbled just as loudly and pulled a pillow over his head.

"Will you tell me about the birds and the bees now, dad?" I asked. "I need to know what is expected of me later tonight." I waited for it and didn't have to wait long. Matt was laughing underneath the pillow.

"You're a fucking asshole, Fitz." he said still laughing. "You know you don't deserve her, right?"

"I absolutely know that. But she fell under the powers of allll this!" I made a grand gesture in front of my body with my hands that had Matt laughing even more.

"Does she know about how your bachelor party ended up though?" Matt asked grinning.

"Noooo. It's my personal goal in life that she never finds out about that." I plainly said.

"I guess you're not quite as much alllll that as you claim, huh?" Matt said.

"Shut up."

"Now that I'm awake, I might as well get some coffee." he said and swung his legs over the side of the bed. "You comin'?"

"In a minute." I muttered.

I thought back to the night of my bachelor party. The five of us sitting in jail was not my best moment. Of course, it wasn't my worst moment either. Still, the thought of Olivia finding out about it was definitely not in the plans. I recalled the moment sobriety hit me like a ton of bricks and the officer finally came to the freezing cold holding cell to talk to us.

"You guys are free to go. I spoke with the limo driver who told me that you guys were just out celebrating a bachelor party. We brought you in because you were being obnoxious and creating a public disturbance when you started dancing on the bar. You're not going to be fined. Nothing will show up on your record. There won't be a court date. We just needed the five of you to sober up and go home." he explained.

"Can you please not talk so loud?" Mark asked holding his head.

"Weren't you the one looking for your ankle a few hours ago?" the officer asked him.

That was enough to shut Mark up while bringing chuckles from the rest of us. "So, we are free to go?" I asked. When he nodded and opened the door I added, "We had a lot to drink in a short amount of time, and I'm sure we all said stupid stuff. Dancing on the bar was probably not a great idea either, but we had a great time. Well...until we ended up in here."

"It looked like the five of you were having a great time. Dancing on bars, especially to that song, was not your best next move. But nobody got hurt and you're all sober. It's a win win for everyone. Go home and get some sleep gentlemen." he advised us.

After we were safely out of the holding cell, Paul said, "you guys should really think about turning the air conditioning off. It's colder than a meat locker in there."

"No kiddin' genius. We do that on purpose. It tends to help clear clouded minds a lot faster. We don't want to see you guys in here again, okay?"

"The holding tank over in the next county is a lot nicer." Mark stated. "I'm just sayin'."

"Man, shut the hell up."

I cuffed the back of his head. "You don't say that to a cop. Idiot!"

"Why can't I?" Mark asked.

"You can. You just shouldn't." Aaron replied with a smirk. "It shows that you've been in jail before and probably have a rap sheet. It's also just tacky to make a comparison like that between the two establishments."

"Who are you, our lawyer? Establishment." Matt muttered.

Mark stopped walking and looked at Aaron holding a hand up in his face. He tapped on a different finger every time he made a point. "A, they are the cops. They know if I have a rap sheet, MacGyver. All they have to do is type my name into their computer and everything I've ever done from birth to now pops up. Two, unless they are reading the Yelp reviews for their jail; and I have left some about the different jails I have been to, then who gives a shit if I compare their holding cell to the Taj Mahal? And D, if you EVER throw my words back at me again, I will kick your ass so hard you..."

"Gentlemen!" The officer said in a loud voice, breaking up the threat. "Starting a fight inside the jail that you've just been released from is not a good idea. Go home!"

"SIRYES..." Matt began. He never finished his comical reply because the officer tilted his head to the side and raised his eyebrows at him. "Sorry."

The five of us had quickly exited the jail and was surprised to see the limo sitting in the parking lot. The driver smiled when he saw us and scrambled out of the car to open the back door for us. "It's good to have you back gentlemen."

"Not so loud, Frank." Paul said, holding his head.

"My name is Lee." the driver informed him.

"Huh. Lee?" Paul looked him in the eye for a moment and said, "Nah, you look more like a Frank to me" before crawling into the car.

"Where to, Mr. Grant?"

"Home please."

"Awww, come on. We can't go home now like little old ladies! The night is young!"

"Paul, it's four a.m. The night is over. If you want to go back out and tear up the town, drop me off at home first." I told him. "I'm cold and tired. I need a hot shower and some sleep in my huge bed."

"I'm cold and tired." Paul said mimicking me. "You are such a pansy. I bet you'll be the one suggesting to Liv that the two of you go to Bed Bath and Beyond on the weekends after you're married? God, that's sad brother."

The other three guys chuckled at his comment. I closed my eyes, leaned back against the head rest, and threw my middle finger up at him. I wasn't going to be baited into repeating the insanity of the night we'd just experienced.

The car was quiet for a few minutes before Aaron's voice broke through the silence. "We should end the night with a shot. I mean, it's the respectful thing to do, right?"

I lifted my head and opened one eye.

"That's my boy!" Paul said, happily pointing a finger at him.

"He does have a point, Fitzy." Matt said with a grin. "It's respectful."

"Where the hell has this personality been lately?" Mark asked as he shook Aaron's hand on a chuckle.

"I hate all of you." I told them as I sat upright and shook my head grinning.

"YEAAAAAA!" Loud male voices cheered. "Frank needs a drink too! He's been a fucking hero waiting for us to get sprung from the joint all night."

"His name is Lee, you dumbass and he's currently driving and can't exactly drink. And we were in a holding tank, not an actual jail cell."

"Shut the fuck up and pour us a drink before Fitz changes his mind like a woman."

Matt held up his tiny shot glass. "We might have gotten thrown into jail early, but we had a hell of a good time until that happened."

"How many men would proudly claim to have sang That's What Friends Are For on a bar? AmIright?" Paul asked.

The five of us laughed loudly at the recent memory. "Still wasn't our worst Saturday night." I insisted.

"To Fitz and Liv!" Matt loudly exclaimed.

"To Fitz and Liv!" We all repeated and emptied our glasses.

I smiled from my spot on Matt's bed. I could already smell coffee starting to brew and my mouth began to salivate for a mug full of the wake up drink. The limo driver had taken us to get some breakfast and then back to my place, but we hadn't crashed as planned. We invited Lee inside and spent the next four hours downing drinks and laughing like lunatics. We all passed out in various rooms thoroughly drunk. It had been a fantastic bachelor party, filled with funny memories I wouldn't soon forget.

"Fitz? You coming to get some coffee or what?" Matt called from the kitchen, snapping me out of my trance.

"Be right there." I yelled back. I was getting married today and I couldn't wait to finally see Olivia! It had been two weeks since I had laid eyes on her, but it felt like it had been much longer than that. I couldn't wait to see her walking towards me on the beach in her white dress. This day was going to be perfect. Before I got up to join Matt in the kitchen, I wondered what she was doing right now?

Olivia's POV
"You know that old rhyme associated with weddings? Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue?"

I nodded at my youngest brother, not understanding where he was going with this. All three of my brothers and Leesa were in the master bedroom. Sophie was napping. It's what we were affectionately calling the bridal room for today. I was completely ready to walk down the aisle in an hour with the exception of one thing. All I had left to do was put my dress on. I was waiting for the last minute to do that.

"Okay. So, your three amazingly smart, handsome, and charming brothers wanted to do something to make your day even more fantastic."

Harrison and Eric gave each other a high five and then each proceeded to give one to Marcus. I looked to Leesa for support, but she was grinning at the three of them and ignoring me. I turned my attention back to my brothers. "What'd you do now? Set my veil on fire?"

"We could have done that?" Eric asked in disbelief. "Dammit!"

I shook my head back and forth at him. "Putting a little space between us might not have been as bad an idea as I thought."

"You'll miss me the most, Dorothy." he replied with a grin. He knew I'd get his Wizard of Oz reference. He and I had watched that movie dozens of times together as kids and adults. It was one of the things we did without the others.

"Get to the point, dumbass." Harrison chided and made a circular motion with his hand.

"Each one of us got you something." he explained. He held out his hand and passed me a small box. "This...is your something old."

Marcus had caught me by surprise and seemed happy when he realized it. "What is this?" I asked.

"Open it and find out." he said.

I pulled the small cardboard lid off the box and squinted at what was inside. "What is this?" I repeated as my confused eyes went up to his.

"It's a lace handkerchief."

"And it belonged to Ghandi?" I joked as I looked down at it sitting perfectly in the box.

"No, it belonged to mom."

My head snapped up to his so fast I could have sworn I had given myself whiplash. "What?!"

He smiled at me. "Yea. It was one of the things that belonged to her that I held onto. It seemed stupid at the time. Who wants a piece of material that mom carried around in her purse and constantly wiped our noses with when we were sick or cleaned up our blood with when we'd done something stupid?"

The silence in the room was deafening.

"I wanted it." he said quietly. "I don't know why, but I wanted it."

I thrust the box back towards him. "Then keep it, Marcus. I can use it in the wedding and give it back to you after wards. I can tell that it's precious to you. You should keep it."

He kissed me on my cheek. "I was put in charge of something old, not something borrowed. I want you to have it, Liv. Mom would want you to have it too so that when you have a little boy with a cute mischievous face, whom you've named Marcus, you can wipe the blood off his knee when he falls off his bike. Or dry his tears when a girl breaks his heart when he's in elementary school. You're going to be an awesome mom one day, Liv because you had the best example to follow."

I held the narrow box in a death grip and lunged into my brother's arms, hugging him tightly. He held onto me just as tight and we clung to each other for a long moment. "Thank you. I promise to take care of it." He pulled away from me and I added, "but I'm not naming my son after you."

"You'll change your mind once you see the mischief in his eyes." Marcus said grinning down at me.

"My turn."

I glanced to my left and saw Eric standing there all handsome in his tux and smiling at me. "What did they put you in charge of?" I asked.

"I chose the something new." he explained. "You're welcome, in advance by the way."

"Oh my god. Should I be scared?"

"Of how fabulous it is? Probably." he replied cockily.

I went to stand in front of him. "Whatcha got?"

"You are starting a new life in a new place. I thought this would help you adjust." He handed me a bottle of wine.

I took it out of his hand and said, "I don't think you understood your assignment. Wine isn't new. In fact, it's usually very old. At least the best ones are old." I pushed the bottle back towards him.

"You're such a smartass. I think you moving a few thousand miles away will make my life a whole hell of a lot less naggy and informative." he chuckled. "The wine is old. I'll give you that, since you want to get technical. It's that expensive shit you like so much. The label is what I was hoping you'd pick up on. Apparently, that was too much to hope for?"

I turned my scowl from his face down to the label on the bottle I was holding. I gasped as I read it. The label said:
Fitzgerald and Olivia Grant
New life together. New adventure. New memories.
Today's date was printed underneath in smaller font with wedding bells on either side of it.

"Oh, Eric. It's perfect. I love it!" I hugged him as I had Marcus, feeling more excitement than sentimental at his gift.

"I knew you'd love it. You're a woman who loves the details." he said in my ear. "You're going to have a great life here with Fitz, and I'm really happy for you. But don't you forget about us."

"Never." I replied and held him even tighter. I pulled away from him saying, "California is a great place to go on vacation."

"Are you amateurs done screwing around yet?" Harrison asked after clearing his throat loudly.

"Let me guess? You chose something borrowed?" I asked smugly.

"Actually, I wanted something blue just so I could put a fake set of balls into a box. Poor Fitz has to be dying with this two week hiatus you decided on at the last minute."

"Shut up, Harrison." I demanded.

"Right. Something borrowed. This is the lamest one. So naturally, I had to make it awesome somehow." he explained.

"By the tone of your voice, I'm so excited." I said in a bored tone.

"Shut up, Liv." He handed her a small box, similar to the one Marcus had given her. "Open it up and be amazed. And you two..." he said looking at his brothers. "Be prepared to be the least favorites again. At least until you have kids."

I pulled back the lid on the box and peered inside. I knew exactly what it was the second I saw it, but had no idea how Harrison expected me to borrow it? I pulled out the beautiful white and gray headband that Sophia had worn home from the hospital the day after she was born. It was so tiny. Had she really been this little once upon a time? The thought fascinated me as I turned the delicate circle around in my hand.

It wasn't anything super fancy. Gray material with a bow, a cute little knot, and a pearl thrown in to make it a little more feminine. I had bought it for Sophia and given it to Leesa at her baby shower, along with a pretty gray and white dress. Leesa liked it so much, it was the outfit Sophia had worn home from the hospital. Headband and all. She looked like a little doll. It was a great memory from another great day in my life. Still, I didn't understand. "I think my head is a little bit bigger than a newborn's, Harrison."

"I know that." He said. "It's not for you to wear on your head. You'd look like an idiot if you wore this on your wedding day, Liv."

"So, what do you want me to do with it?"

"I thought it would be nice to put it around your boquet? It will look pretty with the colors of your flowers. But you can't keep it." he said.

"Right. Because it's something borrowed." I answered.

"No, because we are having another baby and if it's a girl, she's gonna wear this home from the hospital too." he said grinning. "It's going to be a tradition for all of the girls we have."

"What?" Eric exclaimed.

"Really?" Marcus said with a huge grin.

"Oh my god!" I shrieked. I giddily hugged Harrison and thanked him for the small borrowed gift. I released him quickly and looked over at Leesa. "Why didn't you tell me?" I asked as I pulled her in for a hug.

"I didn't want to say anything until after the wedding. It's your day and you should shine the brightest today." she said. "But Harrison really wanted you to use the headband in your flower arrangement, and said he wanted to tell you why we wanted it back."

"I'm so happy for you guys. This is amazing news. Another little Pope.

"Our little Soph is gonna be a big sister." Marcus chimed in.

"Does she know yet?" Eric asked.

Harrison put his arm around his wife. "Not yet. We want to wait until Leesa is at least three months along before we tell her."

"She is gonna freak out. Oh my god!"

I pointed a finger at him and said in a determined voice, "no tears!"

"But..." he sniffed.

"NO! I mean it, Marcus. If you start crying, then I'm going to start crying. And my make-up has been done for over an hour. It's not getting messed up now! We'll cry about it later." I dragged a finger underneath my right eye just to make sure there wasn't any wetness there from accidental spillage. There wasn't. "Thank you for the gifts. I love them all and appreciate you taking the..."

"Waaaaaaaaaaaaait a minute." Harrison interrupted her.

"What?" Olivia asked innocently.

"There's still the matter of something blue." Eric reminded her.

"Yea. And Leesa was in charge of that one. Where is it?" Marcus demanded.

"If you wake up my daughter before she has to go out there and be a flower girl in the wedding, I will kick your ass. I already gave Liv her something blue." Leesa informed the three brothers.

"Well where is it?" Eric asked.

"We wanna see it too." Marcus added.

"What was it, babe?" Harrison asked.

"It was a girl thing. You guys don't need to know every damned thing." Leesa said.

"Uh uh. See, that doesn't work for me. I want to know what it was."

"The three of you are a pain in my ass." I told them on an eye roll. There was no way I could tell them what the something blue was that Leesa and I had shared together earlier in the week.

"I was just kidding anyways. We said all of that just to rile you three up. Here you go, Liv. Your something blue." Leesa said, handing her a small box.

My eyebrows dropped, but I said nothing. I opened the box and my eyes were immediately drawn to the color blue before they took in the entire gift. I turned the box over and watched the bracelet fall into my hand. It was silver and had an ocean blue heart charm on it. "This is beautiful. I love it, Leesa. Thank you so much."

We hugged each other and Leesa whispered, "read the back of it."

When I flipped it over and saw the one word engraved on it, the damn of tears almost burst through. I kept it all together. Barely. I took a deep breath and spoke in a determined voice. "Okay! The three of you have to go. It's about time for me to get into my dress. I want a ton of pictures of the four of us all dressed up after the ceremony please. No arguments!"

A knock on the door had the five of us stopping all conversation to hear who it was. "Liv?"

It was Fitz.

Fitz's POV
There was less than an hour to go before the ceremony started, but I couldn't wait another minute. I needed to talk to her. I really wanted to see her but knew that was out of the question at this point. Hearing her voice would have to do. I went into the house and made my way towards my bedroom. "Liv?" I called out from the other side of the door.

I heard rustling from the other side of the door and then she spoke to me.

"Fitz?"

An inch of wood was the only thing that stood between us. I rested my forehead on the door with my eyes closed and suppressed the thought of breaking it down with my bare hands.

"Is everything ok?" she asked.

Her voice sounded so close. Like she was leaning up against the door too. I smiled at the thought of that. "Everything is fine."

"Are you here to tell me you're backing out of the wedding?" she asked.

The door opened and I almost fell into the room before I caught myself. Out stepped Marcus, Eric, and Harrison and none of them were smiling. "You aren't, are you?" Harrison asked. "Backing out of the wedding, I mean?"

I smiled at him. "No chance in hell."

He clapped me on the back and said, "good. I didn't want me and my brothers to have to beat the shit out of you. I guess since you're basically family now you should know that Leesa and I are going to have another baby by the end of winter."

"That's great, Harrison. Congratulations, man." I pulled him in for a quick hug.

"Thanks. I'll be back to get Liv and walk her down the aisle as soon as I go get my daughter. I'll see you out there."

"Don't even think about going into that room, Fitz." Eric advised me.

"Leesa would kick your ass." Marcus agreed with a grin.

Once they were gone and the door closed again, I resumed my conversation with my fiancé. "Liv. I just wanted to talk to you before the ceremony starts. I know I'm going to get caught up in everything. The vows, the pictures, the food, the people. Everything. I just want you to know that I love you and I'm so happy to be making you my wife today."

The door opened again and was then firmly slammed shut. I listened and grinned as I heard Leesa issuing a warning to Olivia. "If you think you are going out there to see him after waiting for two whole weeks then you are crazier than all three of your brothers put together! It ain't happening! Not on my watch! Tell him that you love him and then tell him bye. That you'll see him out there."

"Hey Leesa." I sang from my side of the door.

"Why in the hell are you coming here making Liv want to break her two week self imposed hiatus from you?" Leesa demanded.

"Congratulations on your baby." I said changing the subject. "I can't wait to be an uncle."

"Fitz?" Leesa said.

"Yea?"

"Get the hell out of here. Now!" she demanded.

"I love you too, Leesa. See you out there Liv. I can't wait to kiss you." I started to walk away and then came back to the door. "Don't let me forget to give you your gift."

"Trust me, I won't let you forget. I have yours too. I love you, Fitz." Olivia said. The annoyance in her voice made me smile. I felt so much better knowing she was missing me as much as I was missing her.

I found Matt talking to the rest of the guys in the living room. Every last one of them had on a tux. I grinned proudly as I approached them. "You guys clean up nicely."

"Talk about looking good. You could grace the cover of GQ or some shit." Mark said.

"Liv is going to run down the aisle to get to you." Paul suggested.

"Not a hair out of place. Teach me your ways, oh wise one." Aaron chimed in grinning.

"We need to grab the photographer and capture the only moment in history that the five of us were all in tuxedos." I said, looking around.

"We do look damned good." Aaron agreed.

"We are the sexiest studs on planet Earth."

"Do you know how much fun it would be if we all could go out tonight?" Paul asked chuckling.

"NO!" The rest of us shouted, and then began laughing too.

"Frank is here. Apparently, he's related to one of the guys in the band and was asked to help them set up and break down. How fucking wild is that?"

"Keep him away from Liv." I warned the four of them.

"You still haven't told her about the bachelor party?" Mark asked in astonishment.

"He thinks she'll never find out." Matt said with an eye roll.

"Dude, she already knows." Paul said laughing. "They always do somehow."

"Don't worry. We've got your back." Aaron said.

"Know why?"

"That's what friends are for!" the four of them sang loudly.

"You guys are crazy as hell." I told them. "But having the four of you show up and wearing tuxes really means a lot to me. I love you guys."

Paul gestured to a nearby table that just happened to have five shots on it. He passed them out even though I tried to get him to stop, telling him this was a bad idea. But they assured me that they wouldn't let me drink more than that one. That it would loosen me up. He lifted his shot glass and said, "To my brothers!"

We all repeated the sentiment and slugged down the alcohol. "Me and Fitz need to get outside now. We are VIP's today and you assholes are all peasants."

"We were just your brothers." Mark reminded him sarcastically.

"Peasant brothers." Matt said grinning. "See you guys afterwards."

We took our places in front of the decent sized gathering on the beach. I saw people from work, my parents, people from New York, and Liv's family. There were some faces here that I didn't recognize too. People walking by on the beach would stop and take a photo or just stood there watching and waiting for the bride to arrive. I could respect that.

Music started to play and a minute later I finally saw Olivia for the first time in two weeks. She looked absolutely stunning. Perfect in every way imaginable. Her white gown was beautiful. The flowers were pretty in her little hand. The one I would slide another ring onto very soon. Her hair was pinned back and had little white jewel looking things scattered through it. She was a flawless vision. And she was about to become my wife. I grinned proudly. The only complaint I had was that she was walking too damn slow for my liking.

Olivia's POV
Fitz looked better than I remembered. He was so handsome I could hardly contain myself. It was sheer torture to walk so slowly towards him. His curls were styled to perfection. It was almost as if they were begging for me to reach out and mess them up a little. His black bowtie was perfectly straight, and it made me wonder if one of the guys helped him with it or if he knew how to perfectly do it himself? The flower at his lapel was in contrast with the black tux material.

He was smiling at me. The smile that I knew he reserved just for me. My heart beat a little faster at the sight of him. He was going to be my husband in just a few minutes. He already had his hands extended towards me before I even reached him. I was trying to pull my hand free of Harrison's arm when he tightened his arm at the elbow so I couldn't. He tilted his head slightly towards the man who stood slightly beyond Fitz.

I had forgotten that I had to wait for a cue to take Fitz's hands. He didn't look very pleased about having to wait anymore either, but when the moment came, the ordained minister asked who is presenting this woman to be joined in matrimony, Harrison said, "her brothers and I do". I immediately pulled my arm free from his and heard him chuckle as I anxiously held onto Fitz's hands.

He rubbed little circles on my knuckles with his thumbs as he looked into my eyes. He kept randomly mouthing the words 'I love you' throughout the ceremony and giving me such tender looks. I never felt more loved in my entire life. I wanted to kiss him more than anything in the world.

The wedding itself was such a blur. I was completely content to just get lost in my favorite blue eyes. We said our vows to each other, and rings were exchanged. We continued to hold hands right up to the end of the ceremony. When the minister asked if anyone had any objections, both Fitz and I looked to our guests. Mark and Paul were on either side of Aaron and jokingly held his arms down.

When Fitz was told, "You may now kiss your bride" he didn't waste a second and smiled giddily at me before dropping my hands as if they were on fire and gently pulling me into his arms. My arms wound around his neck as our mouths connected in a sweet kiss. Everyone in attendance as well as the passersby on the beach clapped loudly as we did so.

The kiss was broken and both of us were grinning like little kids let outside for recess. We walked down the sandy narrow path back towards the house. We hugged his parents and my family as well as the guys before Fitz led the way back to his house.

Once we were inside and all alone we spent a few minutes enjoying more kisses as man and wife. "You wanted me to remind you to give me my wedding gift. But I have one for you and it can't wait another minute. If that's okay with my husband?" I got up on my tiptoes and kissed his smiling face. "I love calling you my husband. Please don't plan on hearing your name from me anytime soon."

Fitz bent to my ear and whispered, "I bet I have you moaning my name all night long" before pressing his lips to my temple and moving his head back to look me in the eye.

He had me there and we both knew it. The thought of that would be on my mind until we left to go on our honeymoon in Paris. I stacked both mine and Fitz's free weeks stay from the hotel for us to enjoy two weeks together in the city of love. The hotel played a huge part in us ending up together in the first place by screwing up our reservations and forcing us to share a room. It was only right that they be who we stayed with on our honeymoon.

After I contacted the sweet man who gave us the vouchers in the first place, he must have contacted his corporate office about the entire matter because I received an email from them giving a confirmation date and time for us to enjoy a complementary dinner at the Jules Verne, a Michelin starred restaurant on the second platform of the Eiffel Tower. I looked forward to screaming his name in France. But us going to Paris or visiting the restaurant weren't his gift.

"You can give me your gift first if you want to."

I confidently handed him a small, square, thin box. It wasn't wrapped, but had a bow placed on the top of it. He smiled at me and then gave the box all of his attention. He carefully and slowly pulled the top of the box off, making me wonder if Christmas Day with Fitz was going to be torturously slow too as he opened his gifts?

His face crinkled up, and he turned the box once. Then twice before grasping the piece of paper inside and pulling it out for closer inspection. He clearly had no idea what it was. Somehow that was even more adorable. I watched as his eyes scanned the information on the sides before he realized exactly what he was holding.

His head snapped up to mine. His eyes were huge circles. His mouth was open, and it was obvious that he was trying to form words, but none were coming out. It was the cutest thing in the world to me. I watched him silently for a few minutes, enjoying the struggle he was going through. "Is this...?"

"What?" I asked patiently. "What do you think that is?"

His eyes dropped to my stomach. "Are you pregnant? Are you having a baby?"

He was already the cutest dad ever. I grabbed his hand and brought it to my stomach. "WE are having a baby. I hope that's okay?"

"Holy shit! Of course it's okay! It's the best news in the world." He kissed me again. "Are you okay with that? Wait! What about last weekend? You were drinking. Isn't that bad for the baby? What do we do?"

I chuckled at him. "That's a lot of questions. First of all, I am very happy about this. I suspected earlier this week, so I made Leesa go with me to buy a pregnancy test. I got a blue line so I went to a doctor to make sure. When she confirmed it, I asked about the drinking. She told me not to drink any more during my pregnancy, but that everything should be fine with the baby. She's going to keep an eye on him or her to make sure though. You're going to be a daddy."

He smiled at me before resting his forehead on mine. "You're going to be a mommy."

My mind went to the blue charm Leesa had given me. The one word engraved on the back was mom.

"The most beautiful and successful mommy ever." He kissed me again. "I didn't think there was any way this perfect day could get any better, but here you are making it happen. We're having a baby! I'm so glad it's not food poisoning this time. It's scary how much I love you, Liv. And this little one now too." He dropped to his knees, kissed my stomach, and then rubbed circles on it..

"You say the sweetest things to me. I'm so glad you realized that I'm the best thing that ever happened to you and made me your wife. You make me so happy, husband. I love you." I realized that I hadn't gotten my gift from him. "Where is my gift by the way?"

He never moved. In a bored tone he said, "it's parked in the driveway. It's a new car, but who cares about that now? We have everything we need right here."

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