I'm back with a new chapter! Since it will be Valentine's Day on Friday, Happy early Valentine's. And last update, I forgot to wish all of you, Happy Black History Month, since it is February; so better late than never. Being a black woman myself, I think Black history should be celebrated and acknowledged throughout the year, not just in February (which is the shortest month of the year. I think it is unfair, since history of white people is celebrated 24/7. But that is going to get me going on a rant, so let me stop) Anyway, I hope you enjoy Chapter 86!

My mind couldn't help but wonder, what and where Fitz wanted to take me? It was the wee hours of the morning and he wanted me to have my clothes on. I almost laughed at the thought. He usually wanted me to have my clothes off. But then again, Fitz did say that when we got where he was taking me, that I wouldn't have my clothes on for much longer. He was taking me to the underground bunker of the White House. That was the only place that could possibly make any sense. Not only was he taking me to the bunker, my guess was that he wanted to be adventurous and make love to me there.

Even though it was insulated underground, on the way to the bunker, my teeth were chattering. I was freezing cold, in spite of being layered, in a faux fur hooded, goose-down winter coat, that covered my long sleeved shirt and the pair of jeans I was wearing. The coat's length ended at my knees.

I don't consider myself a short person, but if I compared my height to Fitz, I was a dwarf. Fitz was six foot one. I am five foot four. He is well over a foot taller than me. If I wanted to be technical, Fitz is fifteen inches taller than me.

Fitz and I were walking hand in hand, and he noticed that I was cold right away. He wrapped his arm over my shoulders and pulled me closer to him. He wore a hooded down coat over his clothes. "How are we going to do anything, and it is cold while we are both wearing winter coats inside?" I couldn't help but ask him. "You will see, soon enough Livvie," he answered my question with a smug smile on his face.


I opened the door to the bunker and Olivia walked in before me. The room itself is wall to wall stark white, the only furnishings in it are a chair and a long table. I hang up my winter coat on the hook near the door. I move the table out of the way, so it is against the wall.

I sit in the chair, and Olivia is standing in the middle of the room still bundled up in her winter coat. "Come here, Sweet Baby," I coax her, gesturing for her to come to me with my finger. In a matter of seconds, she stands in front of me and I kiss her while I unzip her coat.

I love kissing Livvie. Kissing her is one of the best displays of foreplay. When I kiss her, I cannot get enough of her. I am insatiable whenever it comes to her. The only sound in the room is our collective breathing, and then the plop of Olivia's coat on the concrete floor.

I kiss her downward starting at her mouth. Then I made my descent to her chin and neck. Somehow, I maneuver our bodies and carefully walk backwards, while holding her close to me. I guide her, as I sit down in the chair again. Livvie was ticklish. One of the spots where she was the most ticklish, was just behind her ear, just above her earlobe. As she sits in my lap, I leave a trail of kisses upwards from her neck to her ear. After I kiss the spot behind her ear, I ever so slightly rub the tip of my nose, in that spot, almost like an Eskimo kiss. At that moment, I was reminded of the night, of our first time making love on the Resolute desk in the Oval Office.

She moaned just so, sounding like a purr, just like Inauguration night. The only difference this time, was that she was more relaxed and carefree. There was nothing in the way that could possibly stop us from being intimate in a secret hideaway. I had her right where I wanted her.

"Fitz, what are you—?" Livvie was asking me, as I hoisted her up against the wall of the bunker, and I ran my fingers through her long, curly mane of hair. I pulled off Olivia's clothes piece by piece. When we let up for air, Olivia pulled my clothes off of my body, just as quickly as I had pulled hers off.


I pulled off the clothes Fitz wore, just as quickly as he took mine off. The tune of TLC's 'Red Light Special' was playing in the back of my mind at the moment. When I least expected it, I started humming the song.

The reason why I am so shy about singing in front of Fitz, is because I don't want to be off key and sound unpleasant to him. But I have been realizing lately that nothing that I do can be unpleasant to him because he loves me so much.

I subconsciously move as seductively as possible, to the beat of the song, as it plays in my mind. I don't get bold enough to sing aloud, until I get to the part where, the song goes: 'I know that you want me. I can see it in your eyes. You might as well be honest, 'cause the body never lies. Tell me your secrets and I'll tell you mine. I'm feeling quite sexy, and I want you for tonight…'

Fitz and I were almost literally entangled. I was on top of him and my legs were between his. My hands were in his hair. I continued to give him slow, lazy kisses. "For the record, Livvie? I could never tire of you. I will always want you, mind, body and soul," he makes me this declaration as he matches my kisses with just as much fervor as I was giving him.


"Is it too soon, to start thinking about baby names?" I asked him as I nuzzled his neck. Fitz cradled my slowly growing baby belly with his hand. He kissed me on the top of my head. "What names are you thinking about, Livvie?" I think I got his attention. I don't think he was expecting me to ask him this question so soon.

"Well, I know that I want to incorporate my middle name somehow, if your hunch is correct and I am having a girl. But on the other hand, I like the names Brooklyn and Alexandra too, for a baby girl. But if I were having a boy, I'm not too sure what I would want to use for a name? But I do know that I want a boy to have your middle name." Fitz let out a low hum, as he was thinking about what I just told him.

I told him about the idea of having the nickname of J.C or C.J for a baby. "I agree that the nicknames are cute. But what would the letter 'J' stand for in these nicknames, Liv?" he asked me curious about what my answer was going to be.

I said Josiah without a moment of hesitation. "Josiah, huh? I'm not saying that I don't like it; but that name is traditionally used for a boy isn't it? The name would definitely be unique and different. Josiah isn't a unisex name, Liv." Fitz went from being intrigued to genuinely confused by my thoughts about this name.

I squirmed out of his hold, so I could look at him. "Well, why can't Josiah be a unisex name, Fitz? There are plenty of names that are unisex, like Taylor, Hunter, Spencer, I can go on and on. Masculine names can be made feminine; Josephine is the feminine form of the name Joseph. Why can't the same be done with Josiah?" I was going on a tangent, passionately arguing about this name.

"Livvie, take a breath. Breathe. I don't want you stressing over anything, especially a name. I think I understand what you are saying but I still have a question. How exactly would you feminize the name Josiah?"

Well, what you all think of Chapter 86? I hope it was worth the wait! I am making no promises, but I hope to have Chapter 87 up by Friday. This chapter took me at least 5 days to get just right. But if I don't have it up by Friday, I hope to get it up by the end of the weekend. What do you guys think of the baby names? Leave any suggestions you want to make in the reviews! Until next time...Taylor