It's the last day of their honeymoon before they go back to LA. Liv wakes up sad, knowing this is their last day in this amazing city and amazing country. She's finding it harder to sleep now. She's been laying on her side, she feels like she's ballooned in just a week. She's noticeably bigger and she's been experiencing some pain that hasn't been there 's a week away from her 20th week and they'll get to see the baby again and have a 3D ultrasound. She's turned to Fitz to watch him sleep. He's been smiling in his sleep since their wedding night. She had to admit, she found herself smiling all the time too. She massages her stomach, feeling that little sharp pain. Fitz starts to stir in his sleep. He stretches his body and extends his arm. He peeks out of one eye to see her looking at him.
"Good Morning," his voice rattles
"Good Morning."
He turns to her quickly stretching his neck to kiss the crook of her neck, "How long have you been awake?" He asks as he rests his back on the headboard to meet her.
"Not long. I like watching you sleep. Plus, just thinking."
"What are you thinking about?" He asks lacing his hands with hers then gently kissing her fingers.
"I was thinking about this being our last day here. It's been so amazing…"
He stops her, bringing his index finger across her lips, "You've been amazing."
"Shut up, I'm serious."
He looks under the covers, stroking himself slightly, "Believe me, I'm very serious.," he says with a chuckle.
She blushes, "Thank my raging hormones and the fact that I can't get enough of you."
He moves his hand to her body under the covers. He slowly moves up her body in a sweeping motion across her body, "The feeling is mutual," he answers slowly tweaking her nipple that is hardened and visible through the sheets.
She moans at the pleasure of his fingers tips massaging her nipples softly, "I'm ready to get back home with you but I'll miss being alone with you."
"We can come here once a year if you want or I can buy a vacation house here," he suggests. He then stops and looks at her face, "And you don't have to worry about us once we get home. I'm all yours." He finishes as he reaches over and kisses her as his hand as traveled back down between her legs.
She arches her head back, fiddling with the sheets, as he slowly massages the edge of her entrance, "I know that…I just…" she tries to speak but her breathing is sporadic as he prods her with more force. "We need to talk about this..I can't think with you doing that," she squirms.
He brings his fingers above the cover, "Okay…..you have nothing to be worried about. Mellie is not going to be a problem. I have taken care of her. The only thing you have to worry about is taking extra good care of our little girl in there," he says rubbing her stomach.
"What's going on with Mellie? What do you mean she's taken care of?" She asks realizing what he said.
He moves in closer to her, peppering kisses around the shape of her face, "What did I say?"
"That you took care of her," she answers as he pecks her lips.
"Which means you don't have to worry about her, especially interfering in our marriage," he kisses her lips again.
"We have to coexist together. I just want her to play nice and I'll play nice."
"Don't worry, she won't have a choice. Now, no more talk of Mellie. I want to make sure you are okay. How are you feeling? You feel okay. How's the baby?"
Liv hesitates. She takes a deep breath. She doesn't want to scare him, "We are fine. As you can see, she all of a sudden is growing fast," she says patting her stomach.
He reaches down and kisses her stomach, "Go easy on your mom," he whispers.
"We have something to worry about Fitz," she says.
"What's that?"
"A home," she answers.
"What do you mean?"
She takes an almost exasperated breath, "We don't have a house. We can't get ready for a baby in the bungalow. My house sold. We have to find a house since we lost the other. Then we immediately need to work on a nursery."
Fitz is nonchalantly shaking his head in agreement as if there's nothing to worry about. He answers, "We will find something."
"I mean I guess we can hang at the bungalow a little while but we need to look," she says as she picks up her Ipad. She had already been looking at sites and houses.
"What are you doing?" Fitz says as he grabs the other end of the Ipad.
"I'm going to start looking for a house. We can have a list ready to go. I can email the agents and we can get started as soon as we get home. We don't want the next house to get away like the other did."
He takes a hush deep breath into her shoulder. He doesn't want to spoil the surprise. He looks up at her, "Do you trust me?
"What?" She asks as she flips through Grant Realty website.
"Do you trust me?"
"Of course I do, " She answers, kissing the top of his head.
"Trust me when I say we will find a house and we will find it fast," he says to her. He strains his neck to kiss her lips. It's soft and encompassing.
"I really do love those," she moans.
"Love what," he moans back as they chase each other's lips playfully.
"I love your lips. They perfectly fit everything. Especially me..." she plays says as she teases his lips..
"Is that right?" he says as he takes the Ipad out of her hand as he keeps his lips pressed to hers.
"What are you doing? We are supposed to be finding a house, remember." Her face is getting flushed as he moves his lips from hers and lets his lips start traveling down her neck.
"We are finding a good place for my lips to fit," he says as he is slowly making his way between her breasts.
"Fitz, we have to pack. It's our last day here," she says as she tries to maneuver her body but can't.
"That's exactly…." he says as he slowly licks the shape of her nipple, "why I have to do this...it's the last day of our honeymoon," he licks around her halo again, sucking her nipple into his mouth in a vacuum motion. She's been talking about her sore breasts. His lip action is sparking her sensories and causing reflexology to her at the same time.
"Ohhhhh," she whispers, "That feels so good."
Fitz moans, he stops and grazes his teeth back and forth against the nipple, "How good?" He asks as he moves to her other breasts, sucking and slurping. The sounds he's making is making her wet with desire for him. He increases the slide of his tongue across her nipples as he sucks and tugs on them. He whispers again, "How good?" She grabs his ears pulling his face up. The lust in their eyes is smoldering.
She doesn't answer. She pushes his head down, and widens her legs as much as she can,pushing his head further down to her slit. He stares for a moment at her glistening slit. He licks his lips and goes in like a dog lapping water. She creaks from the force of the first lick of her clit. She's biting her lip as she tightly palms the sheet in her hands. He licks her softly, mulling his tongue around her softly. He's moan and humming cause she tastes so sweet. He could taste her nectar forever.
He sucks her clit causing her to scream his name and cry out for him to keep going. "Fitz, Fitz,..." she chants as he holds her legs that are draped over his back and they are rocking from side to side while he pleasures her. They are in unison as he coaxes her more with her his fingers inside of her. "Sooo good," she singing as he plunges deeper into her. She's digging her nails into his arms. He can feel her walls tightening. He picks up the pace and slowly starts snaking his tongue out as she releases. Her orgasm has her whimpering.
There's silence in the room. Just the sounds of Liv's heavy breathing as Fitz watches grinning at the satisfied look on her face. "I'm going to miss this," she says out of breath.
"Miss what?"
"You, between my legs, I am going to miss it,"
He sits up quickly confused. He's searching for the question to come out of his mouth. "Is someone else going to be there?" Is the only thing he can think of.
"Well, I have been reading. It's my first baby. They really don't recommend oral in the second and last trimester. It could harm the baby."
"Where did you read this?" He is now sitting up on his knees in front of her.
"A few websites. If you blow air into me, it could give me an air embolism. That's dangerous."
"Liv," he says trying not to make light of her concerns.
She can see his face is just stunned. He's looking at her like she's the craziest person alive. "Just until after the baby is born."
"Liv, did I not just prove to you that I know what I am doing and how to do it?"
She beckons him with her index finger, "Nobody does it better," she answers, "But baby, we don't want anything to go wrong." She is going to take this as far as she can go.
"It's February! The baby is due in June…..and let's not forget that fucking 6 week wait the doctor tacks on. I'm supposed to wait that long." He's almost shaking.
"Fitz, calm down, the time will pass by. I mean I think it is safer it we don't have sex either. We have to think about the baby," she finishes.
Fitz shakes his head in shock. "Livvie, sex is okay when you are pregnant. We've had the best sex."
She tries not to chuckle. He's actually beside himself. That cute little vein that comes out of hiding when he's angry is front and center in his forehead. This little joke is making her laugh but he's not laughing at all. He gets out of the bed and looks down at his dick as if wanting to console it from the news. She tries to keep it going, "I love and I do mean LOVE, sex with you but we have to think about her.."
He's defeated. He looks at her, feeling ashamed of his behavior.. She tries to put on the most disappointed face she can muster in the moment, "I am sorry baby," he says. "I understand you want everything to go right and I am acting like a sex crazed jackass. My wife wants to give us a healthy baby girl and all I can think about is my blue balls."
She can't help but snicker, "Honey…you are crazy sexy but you aren't a jackass."
He blows out a long hard breath. The one when you accept your circumstance. The reality sets in. "We better get an industrial ice maker. I'll need a lot of ice packs for the next 6 months," he surmises. She places her hand inside his boxers and latches on to his shaft and massages playfully but softly. He's moaning from the much needed contact. "Damn...come on don't tease me."
She looks at him, placing a soft kiss on his lips, "We just have to get creative that's all," she whispers on his lips.. Then she begins to laugh and blurts, "Gotcha," she laughs, pulling back to see his reaction. She's smirking.
He stretches his eyes, "What the hell?"
"I got you," she snickers.
He realizes what just happened, "You tricked me."
She's now erupted into combustive laughter, "After what you did to me...I had to answer you somehow. How good was that?"
"Fuck," he mouths. "Liv, that wasn't funny."
Laughing, she kisses him again, he's pouting. She soothes his face , "Baby, I'm sorry. You make me crazy. I had to give you a taste of your own medicine."
"No sex! Really!"
She brings his hand in to hers, "Seriously, we do have to be careful. The whole air thing is true. Just be careful down there," she coils with laughter. Then she stops looking at him adoringly, he's wiping the immediate sweat that started to pour from him. "You really would have done it, wouldn't you?"
He smiles, "Yes, I would have. I'd do anything for you, even if physically kills me like that would," he says with a laugh.
"Mr. Grant," she says pulling him to her, "I love everything about you," laying a kiss on him. He can do nothing but spread that crooked smile across his face.
"Don't worry, I'll always be careful with my treasure." They kiss again.
She moans, "You better..." He always knows exactly what to say. She breaks from the kiss. While maneuvering herself out of the bed. He watches with pride as she goes toward the bathroom. She turns to face him, "Are you coming or not?"
"What?" He asks. His face is totally bemused.
"Are you going to have sex with me in the shower or what?"
His face turns from bemusement to anticipation, "With pleasure," he answers jumping off the bed. They go into the bathroom for that last honeymoon morning in paradise. They'll be steam from two sources seeping through walls.
Mellie is hosting dinner at her house for her and her friends. She's not able to drive so folks have been coming to her. Her parents have gone out to play golf. Mellie hasn't revealed the real reason she called this little ladies gathering. But she's determined to get what she , Gretchen and Leslie have arrived. They are all sitting under the pergola close to the pool.
"Mellie, how have you been feeling?" Leslie asks.
"Therapy has been absolute hell. They push and they push. I know it's selfish of me but sometimes I wish they would just leave me the way I am."
"Immobile and a complete burden," Gretchen asks confusingly.
"I'm not that vain. It's just so hard. I can tell them I'm exhausted and they keep pushing the work out. And they aren't really nice about it," Mellie complains.
"Mellie, you are in rehabilitation. The accident was serious. You could have been paralyzed. You could have...," Bonnie stops herself, not wanting to pick a fight. She takes a sip of her wine, clearly annoyed by Mellie.
"I could have what," Mellie says annoyed.
"Nothing," Bonnie waves off. "What kind of Chardonnay is this? It is divine."
"No, say what you want to say Bonnie."
Bonnie takes a deep breath, "You just could have killed yourself and Victoria. Therapy is not pleasant but you are alive that's a plus."
Gretchen and Leslie sip their mimosa, both keenly aware that the air is thick and full of tension. Leslie tries to bring some neutrality to the nonverbal fight, "We are just glad that you and Victoria are okay."
"Yes we are," Bonnie agrees.
"Mellie, therapy is the least of it. You said the healing process is better thanks to the therapy," Gretchen adds.
"Yes, Fitz made sure Victoria and I had the best therapist. They are definitely good at what they do."
"He agreed to pay for your therapy until it was completed," Leslie clears.
"Yes, he did. He made an addendum to divorce agreement that he would do it."
Bonnie, still trying to bite her tongue, "That was good of him."
"I need to talk to him about this notice I got from the DA's office concerning the accident."
"What kind of notice?" Leslie asks.
Mellie takes a large sip of her mimosa, basically downing it, as she dings the glass for a refill. "Well the notice said I needed to set up an appointment with the DA's office to be interviewed about the accident. I was hoping Fitz would have taken care of it by now."
Gretchen who always seems baffled, "Why would Fitz take care of it? You shouldn't ignore that notice Mellie. Did you call your lawyer?"
"Why should I call my lawyer?"
"Mellie, maybe the DA is pressing charges. You were drunk when you had the accident," Bonnie reminds her.
Mellie looks at her as if what she is saying is unbelievable. "Press charges.."
"It's a DUI Mellie. Don't forget you injured yourself and your daughter. The man you almost hit had injuries too."
"I know what happened Bonnie."
"Mellie, you need to set up that appointment before there's a warrant out for arrest," 'Gretchen interjects.
"It's not going to go that far," Mellie says. "I'll call Fitz, he will take care of it."
"Mellie, he's on his honeymoon," Bonnie reminds her.
"I know that."
"Do you?" Leslie asks as they all look at her with eyes of pity.
"Yes….I know that." She stops mid-sentence noticing the way they are looking at her. "Bonnie, can I ask you something?"
Bonnie can already feel where this is going, she nods reluctantly. "Of course you can."
"What was the wedding like?" Mellie asks. Everyone turns to her showing a shocked look on their face which she quickly addresses, "I want to know."
"Why?" Bonnie sympathetically asks.
"I want to know what it is about this woman that made him change the natural order of things. We had an arrangement that worked. It worked for us."
With a slow release of her tongue Bonnie asks, "Were you happy?" Mellie is frozen and she can't answer.
"We were settled and that worked."
"That's what the wedding was like...happy. I have never seen Fitz smile like he smiled. He had a laugh that was infectious. Her laugh made him laugh. Her smile made him smile. The delight in his eyes was pure and true. The wedding was magical. He planned everything and it was beautiful. It was magic," Bonnie says, knowing that it is piercing Mellie in the worst way.
"And Olivia…." Mellie asks sadly.
"A blushing bride. She was happy and glowing and she was free. They are having a little girl."
"How did I throw shit all over my marriage? I didn't see what I had right in front of me. He was my husband first. And…" they can see the anger growing in her eyes.
"She's his husband now. Mel, it's too late. You have a daughter together and that's something that is just between you two. She can't take that connection away. Mel, find your own happiness. Your real happiness," Gretchen says cautiously trying to appeal to her.
"What if he was my real happiness? I deserve a second chance," Mellie says.
"You have something that is more important right now Mellie. You need to go and call your lawyer and set up that appointment with the DA. This is serious. Get with your lawyer, make a plea deal. You can't ignore this," Leslie tries to shake her out of her Fitz delusion.
"Fitz won't let me get arrested."
"This is not up to Fitz. This is your fucking problem Mellie, not his. He has a wife and it's not you anymore. You better get your shit together before you are splattered over the news for the wrong reason," Bonnie presses. She can see that Mellie is upset, "Listen, I am not trying to hurt your feelings. Just telling you the truth."
Mellie wants to avoid the rest of this conversation. She gets up, slowly from her chair, grabbing her cane, dismissive of the air between them, "Let's get a refill on chardonnay."
The ladies look at each other knowing something that all of them are thinking. Mellie is going to be a problem for the new Mr. and Mrs. Grant.
Olivia and Fitz have been walking the streets of Barcelona hand in hand all day. Stopping to take a break when Olivia needed it. Perusing the endless shops spending money. The culture is intoxicating and the people are so embracing. It's now nighttime and it's time for the last dinner in Barcelona. They've gone home and changed clothes. Fitz won't tell her what the surprise is. Just that she would love it and she will never want to leave. They are now in the car going up a hill.
"You have to tell me where we are going," Liv says.
"Have you ever heard of a surprise being told before?" Fitz asks playfully.
"Does he know where we are going?" Liv says pointing at the driver.
Fitz can't help but chuckle, "Well I hope so I paid him a lot of fucking money for us to be chauffered around."
"Fitz," she says as she slaps his chest. She has a small pain that nags her stomach. It catches her in her throat and she tries not to react in front of Fitz. But the pain goes as quick as it came.
The guy interrupts them, "He did pay a lot of fucking money," causing them all to laugh.
Liv reaches up to the seat, "Okay, then I'll pay you extra to tell me where we are going."
"Sorry ma'am, he paid me not to do that too."
She lets out a breath, as Fitz claps with laughter, "Money talks," he says reaching up and kissing the side of her neck.
She turns to him, kissing his lips lightly, "Baby, just a hint."
"You don't need a hint," he answers.
"Why?"
"Because we are here," he says showing her the car has stopped. She looks to see that they can see all of Barcelona's night sky and lights.
"Fitz, what is this? This is beautiful."
They arrived at a very famous tourist spot called the Carmel Bunkers. It sits at the top of the Turo de la Rovira. You can see all of Barcelona at a 360' angle. Fitz rented the whole attraction, just for the last night of their honeymoon.
"This is our romantic night and picnic under the stars, just you and me."
"You can't spoil me like this," she utters.
"I can and I will," he answers kissing her.
"But this is so extravagant."
The driver gets out of the car, going around to open the door. Fitz gets out and then turns to take Olivia's hand. She almost loses her footing because she's dumbfounded by the visual in front of her. There are flowers everywhere. There are candles placed all over the platform. Their view is like that of the Hollywood sign only better and beyond romantic. They have morrocan design seating for them and their own personal waiter and chef that is in his own little makeshift kitchen starting to prepare.
"Fitz, this is absolutely beautiful. How did you do all this?"
"Well I had to do outdo myself and a no limit credit card always helps." He answers stealing a kiss.
He moves to walk away, she pulls him by the lapels, "This is going to get you very lucky."
He starts to guide her gently, "That was the plan." He brings her up the stone steps very carefully as he guides her down to the cushion seats. He sits down next to her. They are facing the city. The night lights are like their own candles lit just for them.
She grabs his face and kisses him, "Thank you!"
"I haven't done anything yet."
"You have done more than enough...more than you'll ever know," as she lets the kiss tarry.
"Let me feed my girls," he says as he pulls the covers off the large charcuterie and cheese tray. "We are going to start with a charcuterie tray. I know you can't have soft cheeses now but the chef knew what to do. Spain has the best cured meats. He said this was the best way to start."
Liv looks over the tray of food, "Everything looks delicious including you."
"Are you flirting with me? I have to warn you. I am a very married man and I don't think my wife would take too kindly to you oodling me and undressing me with your eyes."
"Well, her loss if she's not here to stop me. Besides, I stopped at your waistline. Technically you are still very dressed, sadly.." She winks.
He rubs some of the chutney on the toast and adds the cheese and meat and drizzles it with honey and brings it to her mouth. She takes a seductive bite, slowly licking the honey off. She closes her eyes with a slight moan, 'That's….really delicious." She says moving her neck to quickly eat the rest.
He caresses her face, "Are you happy? Have you had fun?"
Smiling, she caresses his face, "I have never been more happy in my life. I feel so free...like I'm a new person, the real me. That's because of you." He blushes quickly. "Are you happy?"
He takes a deep breath, not knowing how to put all the words in his head in perfect form, "My heart wants to leap out of my chest. I get scared because I'm so happy. And that's because of you."
"What do you love most about me?"
"Is this a trick question?" He asks as he feeds her another toast that they share.
"No I want to know."
The chef inches up close to them, really not wanting to interrupt. "Excuse me , shall I serve the entrees?" Fitz looks at Liv, and they both nod in agreement. "Would you like for me to clear the appetizers?"
"No," Liv says quickly, grabbing at the tray, causing her to laugh at her own exuberance. "I'm sorry, we are still working on it."
Fitz looks up at the chef, "That means she likes it." Liv laughs and confirms as the chef walks away.
"Well, I'm eating for two...she's hungry and I'm hungry."
He looks at her in awe, "That's something I love about you."
"What's that? That I love food," she says laughing as she eats another toast.
"I love that my child is growing inside of you. I love that she's going to be one part, you. I love that you love watching Jeopardy. It's the weirdest guilty pleasure but you are so cute. I love that you love fried eggs on your hamburgers and the yolk has to be broken precisely right. I love how afraid you are of lizards. Fitz he's right there...you scream, grabbing for my arm. I love how the Baltimore Ravens turn you into a very scary woman.I didn't know you could say so Fuck that many times out of that pretty little mouth of yours. I love that you flip me off when you are losing playing UNO. I never played that game until I met you."
She smiles, "It's a great game."
"Most of all, I love how you spend so much time locked in the bathroom, making yourself 'presentable' for me when we go to bed. You massage your skin with those intoxicating oils that wake up all my senses and make me horny as hell. And, I love when you think I'm asleep you worship my curls twirling them around your fingers one by one."
She hits him, "You rat...you play possum with me."
"Possum," he quizzes.
"You know like playing dead...nevermind it's a southern slang my Grammy used all the time."
"Most of all, I love that you fell in love with me. I'm the luckiest man alive," he finishes.
She surveys herself, "I think you hit the jackpot ."
"I sure have Olivia Carolyn Pope…."
She turns her eyes directly to him, "Grant," she finishes, surprising him. He eyes her shocked. "That comes with limitations mister."
"I'll take what I can get," kissing her lips softly. "Your turn in the hot seat. What do you love about me?"
The chef comes over, "I don't mean to interrupt Mr. Grant, are you ready for me to serve dinner?"
"Yes, about 10 minutes please," Fitz answers.
"Would you like for me to clear the appetizers?"
Liv looks at him, almost childlike making him laugh at her charm. She has him wrapped around his finger, "Not yet. She's still working on me." The chef laughs and turns to walk away.
"I haven't begun to work you," Livvie answers.
"Stop trying to dodge my question woman…."
She sighs...taking her time to think on the question. "Besides your incredibly sexy body." He flexes his arm for her. "I love the way you look at me after I've snorted from laughing too hard. How you lie in bed and watch me do my hair after I've washed it. You watch every single step," she muses.
"You know why?"
Her eyes gleam, "No, why?"
"I want to know how," he answers. She looks incredulously. He continues, "Because I want to take care of you. So, I need to know everything, even if it means washing and conditioning your hair and then twisting it. The wrap part looks easy."
"That right there is why I love you. The way you pay attention to detail. You fix my tea just the way I like it, just a touch of honey and a sprinkle of cinnamon. You run the bath and make the water just right. And you contribute to my bad habit...making sure my chocolate jar by the bed is always full of my favorite candy."
"I gotta keep my chocolate girl happy," he winks.
She shakes her head, "That was really smooth."
"Apart from my sexiness…" he jokes. She pulls in closer to him taking in his scent. Fitz can see the Chef ready to approach with dinner.
They sit and enjoy their dinner that consists of a special paella made just for them with vegetables, chicken and spanish sausage. They had a Barcelona favorite called Bombas and for dessert a crema catalana. Barcelona's answer to creme brulee. Only this one had a special twist, it was placed on top of a waffle with berries and drizzled with honey. Liv is this close to licking the platel, she takes her finger and swipes some of the honey still remaining.
Fitz is enjoying every moment of her delight. She hums as licks her finger. "I won't ask if you enjoyed it."
She sheepishly raises her face to his, "What if I wanted another...completely gluttonous of me but I want it. I'll blame the pregnancy."
He gently kisses her noses, motioning for the chef, "You can have as many as you want. You know...you are developing a really healthy appetite."
She swipes another scoop of honey, licks it off her finger slowly, then wipes his lips, "My appetite for a lot of things have gotten healthier.." He quickly takes her finger into his mouth, holding it between his teeth and flickering it with his tongue from side to side. She lets out a soft moan.
"Don't ever lose that appetite! I'll be so damned disappointed," he whispers after releasing her finger.
"Don't you ever lose yours. I'll be damned disappointed too." He responds by laying her down on the padded cushions they are sitting on. He begins to lavish her lips and neck with kisses. She starts to giggle. She realizes she is doing it all the time. He makes her feel like a teenager in love. "What are you doing. They can see us."
"What's wrong with that? I am making out with my wife." as he continues to kiss her and his hands start to travel under her Yves Saint Laurent spring dress that has the perfect split for access of wandering hands.
"You are doing more than making out. Fitz...we can't."
"This is a different kind of mile high initiation. We are about to make love basically on top of the world. I can't think of a better place." He gets up, going to the chef. She notices the chef has already gathered his things and in the blink of an eye he disappears.
Liv is looking around them. The chauffeur is too far down the in the enclave to see them. Fitz comes back, "Where is everyone?"
"Giving us some space."
"Fitz we are not having sex out here. What if a plane is flying over and sees us.," she says very sternly, noticing Fitz is sitting down beside her. He then lays her down again on her side. "Fitz," she says with anticipation and fear.
"Don't worry, I paid air traffic control," he says getting in the spooning position behind her. He unzipped his pants releasing himself.
"You did what," she says screeching.
"I'm kidding...Livvie don't worry," he repeats, pushing her dress up, moving her thong to the side. She pushes in closer to him. He enters her slowly which causes them both to gasp in unison. "You okay," he asks. She nods her head as he begins to thrust slowly inside her. She loves this position especially now as he is always so gentle. He peppers kisses up and down her neck and shoulders as he penetrates deep inside her. "Is it too deep?" She nods her head in pure satisfaction. She moans grabbing his hand for something to hold on to in front of her as he holds her in place. "I love you," he whispers.
"I love you," she pants. She's moaning and thrusting with him. He feels so good inside her. He knows how much she can take and how much she wants. He keeps the thrust in a wave like flow that causes her to moan harmoniously. She's in a state of rapture. Fitz's face has reddened with blush. The euphoria of her body next to his. The soft breeze in the air surrounding them and her moans heightens his arousal. He knows he's the only one that can make her feel this good, make her come, make her beg for more and he's exhilarated by it all.
They both reach their climax together. Her body is completely welded into his, he's breathing heavily, "I mean it, I love you Livvie." Before she can answer he paralyzes her in a kiss that seems to last forever And that is how they ended their honeymoon, showing each other how much they love each other in a city of romance. After today, the honeymoon is over and married life begins.
Los Angeles Tuesday Morning:
Liv and Fitz are in the SUV, coming back from the airport. Huck is driving. Liv is laying into Fitz's chest.
"Are you excited to be back home?"
She looks up, "Yes and no. I loved it there, but I am ready for us to start our lives together." She's also happy about being able to see the doctor. She doesn't want to tell Fitz until she knows there is a reason to be worried.
"I am ready to do the same thing."
"I need to take a nap. I'm exhausted," she laughs as it turns into a concentrated yawn.
"Well, you can't nap yet. I have a surprise for you."
"Fitz you have to stop spoiling me and surprising me."
"This is my last surprise right now….I promise," he says.
Liv looks out of the window, noticing they aren't going toward the bungalow. "So, where is this surprise exactly?"
"Hmmm...we are very close. But you have to close your eyes. I have to blindfold you."
"Why?"
"Because it's a surprise. Would you indulge me?"
She takes a breath, "Okay.." as she turns around for him to blindfold her. He does, making sure she can't see anything. "How much will I like this?"
"A lot," he assures her. The car goes another 15 minutes. Liv then realizes the car stops.
"Are we here?" she asked.
"Yes, we are," he answers. Huck opens the door and they lead Liv out.
Bibi is standing there. She's keeping quiet. Fitz hurries over giving her a kiss.
"Fitz take it off, I want to see what it is."
He laughs, he loves making her guess, "Okay you ready," he asks. She's bouncing. Ready to jump out of her skin. Fitz has gotten them to put a red bow around the gate of the house.
"Stop teasing me," she says frustratingly.
"Welcome home, ," he says as he takes the blindfold off. Bibi stands there smiling. Liv is speechless.
"Fitz, it's the house. I thought someone bought it. I thought…" He is just smiling proud of himself. Every surprise went off without a hitch.
"Yes, someone bought it. I did. You wanted the house."
"But when did you do this?"
"This was supposed to be your birthday present. Now it's your wedding present."
She turns to him with tears in her eyes, feeling a little embarrassed by how easy the waterworks react now, "I can't believe this." Then she looks over at Bibi. "You two are so sneaky."
"I know," Bibi says, giving her a hug. She looks down at Liv's stomach, "Someone is blossoming fast."
"A little scary," Liv answers with a nervous laugh.
Bibi can see the hint of nervousness. She whispers to her, "Are you okay?".
Fitz interrupts, "Let's go inside," Fitz says. Huck starts getting their bags out. As they walk toward the new Grant Mansion. Liv is more than surprised when she sees he research all the furniture she started looking at before the accident happened. Most of the house was decorated with everything she picked. He left some rooms for her to finish.
She's walking around all the rooms in shock. "I can't believe it."
He walks behind her, wrapping his arms around her, "I told you to trust me."
She turns her head to him, giving him a kiss, "I'll never doubt you again."
"Good," he says pinching her ass as she squeals and giggles. His phone rings. He looks down annoyed until he sees the number. "I have to take this, I'll be right back." He says quickly excusing himself.
Bibi waits until Fitz is out of eyesight an earshot, "Honey, you okay?"
"Mom," she says and then smiling at the acknowledgement she feels so comfortable saying, "I need you to help me."
"What's wrong?" Bibi asks looking concerned.
Liv grows tearful, "I don't know. But I've been feeling these weird pains and I haven't been feeling the best. I don't want to scare Fitz. I made an appointment for tomorrow. Would you go with me?"
"Yes, but he's going to blow a gasket, if something is wrong," Bibi says.
"I know, I just...I don't want to scare him. I'm already scaring myself enough. I just…," she lets out the deep breath she's been holding.
Bibi grabs her hands, "Everything will be fine. We will go and see what's wrong?" Liv holds on to her mother in law as they both hug. Bibi is trying to reassure her and Liv is trying to not think the worse.
Meanwhile, Fitz is outside on the phone, "Thanks for calling me and updating. I am sure I will be getting a call shortly. This was hard for me but it was the right thing to do," Fitz says as he shakes his head.
Mellie having breakfast with her parents. Janet has stayed with her. Her father went back to Napa to take care of some family business.
"Victoria was making them a video with music. I passed her room and saw it."
"Well, I know that's hard for you but that's nice of her to do it for her father.."
'They looked so happy Mom. When he looked at her coming down the aisle. He never ever looked at me like that."
"Mellie the truth is, you and Fitz never got to fall in love. You got to fall in place. There's a difference. And I blame your father and Big Gerry for doing that. I blame all of us. He was very generous with the divorce and he tried to walk away honorably. Now you have to do the same."
Mellie doesn't like what she hears, "16 years and a child means something."
"He and Olivia have a child coming too."
"Mom, I should have married Andrew when he first asked me. I should have told Daddy no. Andrew thinks I only want him now because Fitz divorced me."
"I can understand why he feels that way," Janet says while drinking her coffee.
Mellie sighs as the gate buzzer rings. Rosie goes over and answers. She opens the door as a detective and two officers are escorted into the house. Rosie goes in to warn Mellie and Janet.
"Mrs. Grant, there are policia at the door," she says.
"Policia," Janet says as a well dressed man in a two piece suit, stripped, steps into the kitchen.
"Are you Melanie Grant?" He asks.
"Yes, I am. What is this about?" She asks growing cautious.
"I'm Detective Adam Bryant. I am here to take you in Mrs. Grant at the request of the District Attorney."
"What?" Mellie says.
"This is a warrant for your arrest Mrs. Grant," he hands her the warrant.
"What is the charge? This is ridiculous," Janet says getting up defensively standing close to her daughter.
"Driving while under the influence ma'm. She's being charged with a misdemeanor."
"Mrs. Grant in October, you were involved in an accident that resulted in you and your daughter being injured and hospitalized?"
Mellie doesn't want to answer, she realizes this is just another mistake she's made, ignoring the chance to bring herself in. She sadly answers, "Yes."
Before she knew it. She was being handcuffed and brought to the waiting police car. Janet is behind them almost hysterical. She's grabbed her purse and Mellie's cane. "I'm coming."
Detective Bryant grabs her arm, "You can ride with me."
The words Mellie never thought she would hear in her lifetime was ringing in her ears. "Melanie Grant, you are under arrest."
This is soon to be news...