Hi y'all! I'm back with another chapter. I am so sorry for the delay, but I hope it will be worth the wait. I just wanted to say thank you for the early birthday wishes that some of you left me, last chapter. I had a wonderful day Friday, and since it is a long weekend, I might extend my celebratory mood. But before the weekend ended, I wanted to give you all another chapter. I would have posted it sooner but I wanted to get the chapter as long as I could without the author note. Again, just a reminder, the upcoming chapters will be in parts. I hope you enjoy Chapter 83!

Twins? Are you serious, Fitz? I don't feel anything just yet, it's still early, I'm not quite 8 weeks along yet. It is too early to tell anything just yet, let out how many babies I'm carrying right now. The only feeling that I have right now, is that I had a really big meal, like I ate too much at a Thanksgiving or Christmas dinner. I feel bloated. Other than that, I feel just fine. No morning sickness, no strange cravings or aversion to smells; I'm not aching anywhere, I feel fine."

Fitz swept me up in his arms in a bridal carry. He nuzzled my neck, breathing in my scent. He gently deposited me on the bed. "I'm glad to hear that you are feeling fine, Livvie. But I don't want you to think about anything else, right now, other than this," he said kissing me briefly, holding his gaze on my face with a primal, smoldering, sensual intensity in his eyes as he was undressing.

The next thing I knew, Fitz was making his way over to me, with the gracefulness of a panther. As he descended, his back arched his limbs moved with such a fluidity it was almost like water.

Another thing about Fitz, whenever he was turned on, his eyes would change color. Normally, his eyes are a deep dark blue, but when he was either angry or aroused, his eyes would change from dark blue to a dark stormy gray. His eyes are gray right now and he wants to have his way with me.

I was at the head of the bed, and as he approached me, he playfully tugged at my ankle to bring me toward him at the end of the bed. I yelped in surprise. As soon as Fitz placed his hands around my waist, I started to writhe to get out of his hold.

A deep, baritone laugh escaped from his lips. "Would you please stop squirming, Livvie?" I nodded my head no, with a playful smile on my face. He looked at me, his eyebrows arched. A sinfully delicious look graced his features. He looked as if to say, 'Oh I definitely know of a way to get you to stop moving, Sweet Baby.'

Then he proceeded to kiss me with slowly; the slight stubble that had grown over the last thirty-six hours tickling the bottom half of my face. I giggled when I least expected to. I was trying to avoid his face; I couldn't stand it when Fitz didn't shave. "What is it now, Livvie?" he asked finally letting up on his sexual pursuit of me, at least for the moment.

I gestured to his five o'clock shadow. "Fitz, you are tickling me. You need to shave. You know I don't care for facial hair. I'm not letting you kiss me or do anything else to me, until you are clean shaven. Go on now."

He pouted ever so slightly. For a second, I thought about what our baby to be, and what their face would look like, if they didn't get their way.

I gave him an air kiss and shooed him toward the bathroom.

I could hear the clippers turn on from the bathroom and heard him shave for the next ten to fifteen minutes. When he was done shaving, I heard Fitz starting to warm the water for a shower. I waited a beat until I heard the shower head spray out hot water. I took that as my cue to surprise Fitz and get in the shower with him. I stepped out of my clothes and folded them up on the hamper.

Before I got in the shower, I could see that Fitz was under the spritz of the shower washing his hair, rubbing his shampoo through his curls. Now was the perfect opportunity to get in the shower with him.

I got in the shower and wrapped my arms around his middle. "Livvie, what are you—?" Fitz begins to ask me, before I could shut him up when I kissed his slick, muscular back.

"You never answered my questions, Fitz. How are you so convinced that we're going to have a girl? How are you so confident that I will be carrying twins?" He turned to face me. Soapy lather was still in his hair, suds running down his back.

"To answer the question, about how am I so sure about this baby, being a girl, I have a strong feeling about that. Having a little girl, that looks just like you, would be a dream come true for me, Livvie," I say to her, unshed tears glistening in my eyes.

I kiss her as the steam in the shower builds up and I start to lather Olivia's body with the soap I had been using. She was washing her hair, as I continued to lather the washcloth with soap and hot water. When I reached her abdomen, I was especially gentle, even more gentle then I would have been showering with Olivia pre-pregnancy.

I rinsed the suds off of her body, as I thought about my answer to Livvie's other question. "Do you remember meeting my mother's brother, Governor Marshall, at the gala fundraiser in New York? He was the middle child in a set of triplets. Multiples are in my family, Livvie. If my theory is correct, if we were to have more than one baby, we would at least have twins." My hand unconsciously cradled Livvie's almost two months baby bump. I want more than anything in the world, to start having a family with the woman I love and cherish so dearly, so deeply.

Fitz cradled my slowly growing baby belly. The way he was holding me, was as if I was made out of delicately blown glass. He looked at me in such awe- such reverence, everything that he ever wanted was finally happening for him. We are finally together, for good, no misunderstandings or miscommunications to get in the way of that. We are going to get married, it is just a matter of when. We are finally able to start a family for the first time; and if Fitz' calculations were correct, we are going to have more than one baby, at one time. Everything was finally coming into place for us; the world was not conspiring against us. If anything, the universe was revolving in our favor.

I think I finally understood what Edison meant when he said that love wasn't supposed to hurt. At the time, I didn't get it, because my emotions were so out of whack, with everything crumbling down around me; my stress was through the roof because of my guilt over Defiance and Fitz fighting for his life because of Verna's misguided sense of justice, trying to right a wrong, and save herself. When Edison proposed to me, he wanted to marry me so I could be his arm candy, a trophy wife, to look pretty and be on display—like a prize on a mantle to be admired from afar and not touched.

But he was right about one thing—that love is not supposed to hurt. Love is supposed to be joyous and blossom into something that is worth having because the person you love, loves you just as much as you love them and maybe even more so when life through unexpected obstacles at you and the love between two people will be able to carry you through the most unforeseen circumstances and you can thrive because of that unshakable, unbreakable bond of love.

The reason I told Edison that I wanted painful, difficult love, because I thought love was supposed to be difficult, due to the environment and the people who had raised me aka Eli and Maya Pope, my kidnappers who robbed me of knowing what a true and healthy love was, until I unwittingly found my actual parents—Preston Allan and Carolyn Scott.

When I least expected it, Fitz kissed me. He kissed me with so much passion, I could have melted into a puddle. The sexual pursuit that Fitz had started in the bedroom, was back in full force, with a renewed vigor.

Chapter 84 is coming soon. Until next time...Taylor