"Good morning, Mrs. Grant."

Olivia smiled, slowly popping one eye open. The bright, Hawaii sun streamed through the window. Heavy, red brocade curtains were pulled to the side. She liked to watch the stars and they had fallen asleep the previous night stargazing from their bed. Stretching, the soft mattress and smooth sheets cool against her bare skin, she struggled to keep her eyes open as a yawn escaped her. From snorkeling, to hula dancing classes, days lounging around the beach, and late night beach walks, she was exhausted. Her honeymoon had been everything she could have ever dreamed, but she was beginning to miss home. To miss Isa.

"Why are you up so early?" She snuggled further under the sheets. The cool air conditioning was thrumming through the room, providing a soft, gentle humming background noise. Despite his warm body by her side, she was cold.

"Well...someone snores for starters."

"I do not!" Her high-pitched squeal accompanied by the ringing sound of skin on skin echoed through the room when she playfully slapped his chest. Laughing, he caught her hand, holding it against his slightly sunburnt skin for a moment. Her cool skin felt good against his warm chest. Releasing her hand, he used the headboard to push himself into a sitting position. From there, he rolled over, placing a hand on either side of her head and holding himself aloft as he hovered above her form.

"And then there's the fact that my hot wife is lying beside me. Naked."

"Ah. So that's it. You're horny." She pulled her arms out from beneath the sheets, the cool air causing goosebumps to form. Bringing her hands to his shoulders, she allowed them to rest on the well-sculpted flesh as she spread her legs, giving him room to nestle between them. Raising her hips, she rubbed herself against his erection, gasping at the feel of his hard flesh and the silky sheets rubbing against her shaved pussy. She was so damn horny all the time anymore.

"So are you," he accused, reaching between them and awkwardly pulling the sheets from her body, tossing them to the side.

"Fu-uck," she hissed when their barrier was gone. Lifting a leg and wrapping it around his waist, she continued to rub against his dick, gasping each time the head of his cock hit her clit. He chuckled, moving a hand between their bodies - she was close to giving herself an orgasm. It was a level of confidence he hadn't seen from her in their sex life since the first handful of times they had slept together. Drumming his fingers along her thigh, he trailed his hand to her slick folds.

"You're always so wet for me," he whispered against her ear before bringing her bottom lobe between his teeth. She gasped at the sensation of him nibbling on her ear and his fingers tracing her folds. Chest heaving, she dug her nails into his shoulders when he slipped a finger between her lips, flicking her hardened nub.

"What can I say? I have a hot husband."

"Hot huh?"

"So fucking hot," she grinned, hooded eyes watching his movements. "Fitz." Her nails were leaving thin, red lines down his shoulders and back. Keeping the pressure on her clit, he slowly pushed a thick finger into her. She tossed her head back against the pillow, eyes closed tight. He moved his mouth to her chest, licking and suckling on her tender nipples. Her breasts were almost always tender anymore. Mouth falling open in a silent 'o', her hips lifted off the bed as she came, tightening around his finger.

She felt strangely bereft when he pulled his finger from her, but she knew that feeling wouldn't last. Eyes darkening as he brought his hand to his mouth, sucking the tip of his finger, she eagerly followed his guide - turning until she was resting on her knees, her cheek pressed against the pillow and her back arched, ass in the air. It was beginning to become a slightly tricky position for her. Even though she was still, technically, tiny, the little extra pudge around her middle seemed to always get in her way.

"Ahhh!" Biting the pillow, she screamed into the silky pillowcase when she felt his tongue against her still sensitive centre. She had been anticipating the feel of him in other ways. Hands twisting the bedsheets, she writhed in pleasure as he quickly brought her to another release. He had been taking advantage of her sensitivity on their honeymoon - utilizing every chance he had to bring her to an orgasm in some new, exciting fashion.

"You taste good." His whispered words sent chills down her spine as he took his dick in his hand, slapping it against her dripping lips. Although her eyes were already drooping, it didn't take much to wear her out now and two mind blowing orgasms would do it, she shoved her hips back toward his.

"Oh," she gasped, biting her lip when he suddenly slid into her with little resistance. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room as a hand flew to her hip, gripping her hard enough to leave fingerprints.

"Come for me, Livvie," he grunted, snaking his arm around her waist and dipping the fingers of his free hand toward her pelvis, his thumb quick to find her clit. The gentle circles he was rubbing against her sensitive nub, coupled with his long, hard thrusts, had tears running down her cheeks as she shattered around him.

"Fuck, Liv." He stilled. She smiled, sleepily, to herself as she felt the warm rush of liquid spilling between her lips. Collapsing against the bed, she frowned to herself when she felt him slip from her. Eyes half-closed, she barely registered the fact that he had left the bed, returning with a warm washcloth. She put up no fight when he spread her legs, dabbing gently at her vagina - cleaning up what evidence there was of their lovemaking.

"I'd say the baby makes you horny, too." He smirked when he returned from the bathroom, slipping into the bed beside her, laying his head on the pillow next to hers. Despite the semi-coma she was in, she used what little strength she had to turn her head toward his, eyes wide.

"How did you -?"

"For starters, you work out all the time, yet you're gaining weight. But only here -" his fingers trailed her noticeably thicker abdomen, "You're always horny and your breasts are tender every morning. Around noon, right after lunch, you sneak to the bathroom and turn the water on hoping that I won't notice that you're throwing up. Oh and most noticeable? You made sure the catering company only served you sparkling white grape juice at the reception. You wouldn't skip out on champagne unless you had to."

She smiled to herself. Thinking that she would be able to keep this secret from him had been foolish. He knew her better than anyone else - sometimes better than herself.

"I'm almost three months. I was going to tell you today. I had it planned and everything," she whispered, snuggling into his chest.

"Well don't let me ruin the surprise," he chuckled, placing a kiss against her temple, "But you need to take a nap first."

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"This is how you were going to tell me?" Fitz chuckled, eyeing the large, blue and white beach towel she had laid across the sand. Daddy was in large, loopy letters. She grinned up from him, already lounging on the towel under their umbrella, her bright orange bikini leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. If he wasn't still exhausted from their morning activities, he would have been dragging her back to their hotel room. The honeymoon phase was real even if they had been together for a while already.

"Uh huh." She nodded, lifting a hand to him and humming to herself when he took it, lowering his body onto the towel beside her.

"When's your next appointment?"

"When we get back. You're coming with me, right?"

"I would have gone to the first one with you." His voice was gentle, but not accusatory.

"I didn't even know," she giggled, "I went out with Alice and she told me I should take a test. I told her she was insane, but I did. I didn't believe it at first - I was on the pill after all. Then I decided that I wanted to wait until after the wedding. I wanted that to be about us and well…" She lowered her head, staring down at her lap.

"You wanted to be sure I was marrying you for you and not because we were going to have a baby."

She nodded, slowly lifting her gaze and looking at him. "Is that wrong?"

"After everything you've gone through? I expect some trust issues, Liv. It's okay."

"What do you think my dad will say?" She whispered, laying her head on his chest when he leaned back against the towel.

"We're married, Liv. I think he expected it sooner or later."

"It's definitely sooner." She laughed.

"For future reference, though, I was right about the condoms."

They laughed together, recalling their conversation about birth control.

"I don't want anyone to know until we've told our parents."

He nodded - that was a stipulation he was inclined to agree with, as well. It wouldn't go over well if Mama Deborah found out about her first grandchild from someone other than them.

"Are you going to tell your mom?" He questioned, rubbing the smooth skin of her upper arm.

"Alice? Of course I'm going to tell her."

"Liv."

"Maya gave birth to me, Fitz. That's it. Alice has held my hand, let me cry on her shoulder, and made sure that I take care of myself. She's my mother."

Fitz nodded, inclined to agree and happy that, finally, the Maya chapter of their lives was officially closed. It was the perfect gift - along with the announcement that he was going to be a father.