Come Fly With Me
Fitz and Olivia were dropped off at Melbourne Airport by a taxi. The two of them navigated their way through the crowds of people to get to where they needed to be in order to board the private jet. Their luggage was taken and the happy couple ascended the few steps that led to the inside of the fancy aircraft.
When she reached the top step, Olivia paused, still outside, and let out a surprised sound. "Ooooooh."
"It's nice, huh?" Fitz asked from behind her.
"It really is. I imagined what it would look like, but this wasn't it."
"Have you ever flown on a private jet before?" he asked.
Olivia shrugged and spoke in a mocking tone. "Pfff, it's the only way I fly. Coach is for peasants. Am I right?"
Fitz chuckled at her. She was still standing in the doorway, not going any further inside. Olivia's nerves were showing. He ran his hands up and down her arms, trying to figure out how to address it when she spoke up.
Turning around, she faced him and gave a nervous smile. "I've never flown in a private jet before."
He gave her a lopsided grin and tapped her on the nose. She was cute when she was nervous. "I kinda figured that out already."
"I've actually never flown at all."
His grin slid off his face and a look of surprise took its place. "Oh. That'ssss...very different. I'm sorry. I just assumed from your excitement last night that you were okay with all of this."
"I am."
"I should have asked. We can cancel the trip."
"Fitz."
"We cannnnn rent a car, throw our bags in the trunk, and...I don't know..." His mind sputtered out the first thing that came into it. "Drive up the coast or something. Whatever you want to do."
"No!" She blurted out.
"Livvie, it's okay. I don't want you to do anything you don't want to do. And the fear is probably going to spike your blood pressure which means it's not good for the baby either. Let's just go get a car and take a relaxing drive."
She put her hands on his cheeks, and gave him a smile. He was doing whatever he could to put her mind and blood pressure at ease. It was the cutest damned thing. "Hey. It's okay. I am excited, and I do want to fly to California with you."
"You do?" Fitz asked in a doubt filled voice.
She turned back around to face the cabin and take in the sight of the polished fanciness that greeted her eyes everywhere they landed. Olivia twisted her hands nervously and took a deep breath, and the first step inside the plane. "Yea. I mean, we're already here."
"I don't want you to be scared. We can fly somewhere another time. There really is no rush."
"I don't want to wait. I am a little bit anxious about it, but if you promise to stay beside me and hold my hand and explain everything, then I think I'll be okay." She looked around the cabin again and asked, "where's the flight attendant?"
"Since the flight isn't that long, I didn't think we'd need one." Fitz put his arms around her from behind and nuzzled his face into her neck. "I can definitely hold your hand and tell you what's going on though. I promise. And you can relax. But just remember, it's a short flight. Less than four hours."
"I know. I Googled it. And I brought some stuff to keep me busy in case I get bored." She lifted the handle of the small bag in her hand to show it to him.
"What I meant was, you can lay down because there is a bed on board."
"What? No way!" Her eyes darted all around the interior as if she expected a bed to suddenly pop up out of nowhere.
"Uh huh!" Fitz replied with a nod. "It's in the back. Do you want to see it?"
"I do now!" Olivia set her bag down in an empty seat and took Fitz's hand, following him towards the back of the plane.
The two of them walked past a section of seats, past a partition - much like the separation between first class and coach seating on a regular plane. On the other side of the partition a perfectly made up bed was nestled up against one side of the aircraft. It had a pretty striped blanket spread across it with several plush looking pillows at the head of the bed. It looked very inviting to Olivia, and although it was only a bit past noon, she found herself yawning as she looked at it.
She sat down on the side of the bed and let out a frustrated sound.
"What's the matter?" Fitz asked, cocking his head to the side.
"I really wanted it to be uncomfortable." she whined.
"I don't understand. Why would you want that?"
"Because then I wouldn't want to be in it." She slid off her sandals and was about to crawl up to where the pillows beckoned her when Fitz grabbed her waist.
"Not so fast, sleepy head. We have to get in our seats and get buckled up for takeoff first." He pulled her off the bed and back toward the seats. After he fastened her seatbelt Fitz pulled on it to make sure it was secure, and then pressed a kiss to her temple. He sat down in the chair beside hers and got himself safely buckled up. "The minute the pilot tells us we can take off our seatbelts you can go lay down."
The two of them were engaged in mindless chatter to keep Olivia's nerves from going into overtime when the pilot's voice interrupted them. "Good afternoon folks. My name is Thomas and I'll be your pilot for the flight from Florida to Los Angeles today. This flight should take about four hours, and the beautiful weather should make for a smooth ride. We are currently second in line for takeoff and are expected to be in the air in approximately four minutes. Make sure your seatbelts are securely fastened and your electronic devices are turned off at this time. Thank you."
Olivia gripped the arm rests a little tighter and looked over at Fitz, trying to hide the panic that was starting to bubble up inside of her. They were about to be in the air. Like, not on the ground anymore. The perfectly safe ground. What was she doing here? What made her say yes to flying across the nation on a whim? She was an idiot! An idiot who would crash faster because she was in a private jet! She shouldn't have...
"Don't do that. Don't put yourself down." Fitz said calmly and took her hand. "We are taking a short flight for a change of scenery and we are going to have a great time together too. You're gonna love LA."
"Now, in a few minutes the plane is going to start moving forward. Just like a car." Fitz continued patiently. "We'll start out slow and then get faster. But you won't even realize it. Unless you want to look out the window and watch?"
Olivia nervously glanced out the window to her left. To her surprise, there were people out there – doing who knew what on foot – as well as people driving weird looking truck type of deals that probably held luggage. She could also see the airport, and lots of other planes. It was kinda cool and she silently nodded. Watching how it all went down might make her feel more at ease.
"Then let's do that." Fitz leaned closer towards her, still holding her hand. She tightened her grip on his some when the plane began to move a minute or two later, and he brought her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles. Another moment later, something magical happened. She let go of his hand and leaned closer towards the window to see better. He smiled at the back of her head, happy to know that she was much more at ease now.
Olivia was marveling at the sight outside. The takeoff had been truly remarkable and so much fun to watch as the ground got further and further away from them. It made her wonder why she had been so fearful about flying in the first place. She wanted to fly all the time now!
A familiar voice broke through her happy thoughts a short while later. "This is your Captain speaking again. We have reached our cruising altitude and the Fasten Seatbelt Sign has been turned off. You are now free to move around the cabin."
Fitz unbuckled his seatbelt and then Olivia's. She practically jumped onto his lap, full of pent up excitement. "That was amazing!"
"You weren't scared?"
"Not at all! That was the best thing I have ever witnessed"
"I guess you're probably too amped up to go lay down now, huh?" Fitz asked.
She shot him a look and put her hand on her belly. "I am pregnant. I'm always ready to lay down somewhere."
He pecked her lips and once the two of them were on their feet he led her back to where the bedroom was and slid the door closed. Olivia wasted no time crawling back on top of it, face down on top of a pillow, and let out a deep contented sigh with her eyes closed.
"Hey, hey, hey." Fitz said in a soothing voice as he toed off his own shoes. He crawled up to where Olivia laid and settled himself beside her on his back. "You can't go to sleep."
"What the hell are you talking about?" She growled, opening one eye at him. "You just said I could."
"Nooooo. What I said was you could lay down. I never mentioned sleeping at all." He grinned over at her as he pulled her on top of his chest.
Olivia chuckled at his sly move, and her fingers slid into the curls on top of his head. She leaned down connecting their lips in a kiss that turned to smoldering when her tongue slithered into his mouth. She felt Fitz grip her hips and grind into her center as an appreciative sound vibrated up from his throat.
"This flight lasts almost four hours?" Olivia asked after she pulled away from his lips.
"MmmHmm" he hummed seductively as he lifted his head and nibbled on her bottom lip.
"Are you going to be able to keep me informed on what is going on at all times while we are in the air, like you promised?"
"I promised I would and I will." He told her solemnly. "But you've got to promise me something too."
She knew what the sneaky man was up to. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure it out. "What's that?" she asked with a grin.
He began to pull the hem of her sun dress up as he asked, "I need you to promise to keep this thing off as long as the seatbelt sign stays off."
She sent him a flirtatious look as she swatted his hands away and pulled it up over her thighs, her baby bump, her boobs – that were practically spilling out of the pink strapless bra they were confined to –and finally her head. She held onto the thin pink material of the dress and held it over her front, looking around. Her eyes landed on, and stayed fixed to, the oblong shaped windows on both sides of the room.
Fitz saw the issue and addressed it. "Trust me, babe. No one is going to be looking inside those windows to see anything that we are doing."
Chuckling at her silliness, Olivia tossed her dress onto a nearby table top and focused on the man beneath her. He had that look on his face. Happy determination. The one that held a confident smile. His blue eyes were hooded, hazy, and filled with lust. He was looking at her intently, and every few seconds his tongue slid out between his lips, and then disappeared back in his mouth again. She watched his tongue like a hawk. Olivia wanted that tongue in her mouth and on various parts of her heating skin making it even hotter.
Taking a moment to enjoy the calm, her fingers played in his chest hair as she looked down lovingly at him. Fitz's hands were slowly traveling up the tops of her silky smooth thighs. He seemed quite content to let her do the leading this time. Extending his thumbs purposefully, they inched closer to her center the higher his hands rode up her leg. Maybe content wasn't the right word.
He seemed to be in no rush at all, and in that moment, Olivia was thankful for it. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the feel of his hands on her skin. It was already much warmer in the small room than it had been a few minutes ago. Needing a connection of her own, Olivia leaned down to kiss Fitz in the same lazy manner that his large hands were moving on her skin. Her tongue slithered into his mouth to taste and savor. The grinding of her hips against his hardening length was automatic. Her body was trying to tell her to hurry the hell up and connect in another way. A way it desperately needed and yearned for.
Fitz brought a hand up, pushing her fallen hair out of the way of their hungry mouths while his other one lazily slid around to her butt, giving it a squeeze. He couldn't get close enough to her, even though she was literally on top of him. Holding her in place, with a hand still on her shapely ass, Fitz used the other one to push against the mattress, bringing both of them into a sitting position. One they were upright he used his hand on her ass to roughly pull her pelvis against his. The need to be inside of her was all consuming.
The kiss immediately deepened, and became rushed. Heated. Frenzied.
Tiny fingernails dug into his back, trying to hold on and keep him close. Or was she trying to send him a signal that she was aching for their bodies to join. Olivia knew it was a little bit of both, but her greedy side was exceedingly impatient as it always was. She quickly got to her feet right there on the bed and watched annoyance cover his face as he snapped his head back to see what she was doing.
Realization quickly replaced the annoyance when Fitz saw Olivia reach behind her back and unhook the clasp of her bra and toss the pink material somewhere behind him. His blue eyes zeroed in on her bare breasts and he kept a laser like focus on them. Olivia smiled at him, knowing that she didn't have his full attention. She slid her panties down and wiggled her hips, watching them hit the bed below her.
Fitz murmured, "thank you" before he threw one of her legs over his shoulder and began to feast on her.
Open mouth kisses, flicks of his gifted and anxious tongue, and vibrations from him humming had Olivia gripping his curls tightly and breathing heavily. "Fitz! Oh god...Please! Ahhhh...Right there, babe. Mmmmm..."
He didn't need her giving him directions on where to go or how to make her scream his name, but he listened just the same. He decided to take it up a level, and slowly slid a long thick finger, and then two inside of her wet heat.
Olivia had already been panting from her fiancé's magical mouth. The second she felt his fingers join the party, her face contorted with pleasure and she moaned his name while her body moved with the rhythm of them. "Fiiiiiiiitz"
Apparently, she was pretty happy with the direction he had decided to take her. Fitz smiled to himself when he heard Olivia say his name in that breathy need filled tone. He felt her leg shake and stopped what he was doing long enough to get her on her on her back and settled himself between her legs to resume his happy task.
In no time at all he had her writhing and wiggling, panting, moaning, and begging. Her hands were fisted tightly in the sheets, her big brown eyes were squeezed closed, and her head was pressed against the mattress. He had her right there, standing on the ledge, looking down at the bottomless unknown. And he had every intention of pushing her into it and watching her fall.
It just took a few more swipes of his tongue until Fitz had Olivia whimpering out his name. Her body tensed, she held her breath, and curled her toes as the feeling of flying took her over. Her chest heaved as she sucked in oxygen while trying to hold onto the blissful feeling for as long as possible. How he made her feel like this every single time was nothing short of magical.
Magic aside, Olivia was going to let her demands be known. He spoke up before she got the chance to.
"Hands and knees." Fitz murmured, as he got on his knees and started stroking himself.
Olivia propped herself up on her elbows and shot him a defiant look. He looked sexy and confident, and she squeezed her legs together to try to stifle the growing need throbbing at her core. "Excuse me?"
"You heard me."
Much like his had been earlier, Olivia's eyes were focused on something other than his face. "What if I don't want that?" she asked in a challenging tone.
His hand stopped moving. He crawled up her body in a predatory fashion, with a serious look on his face. He was hovering over her with his hands beside her head. She wanted it, and they both knew it. She was practically vibrating with need underneath him.
One of his hands disappeared and a moment later Olivia felt Fitz rubbing himself against her opening. She purred at the sensation of it and tried to bring his face closer for a kiss.
"Uh uh" Fitz grunted. "Hands and knees first."
She chuckled at him and said, "kiss first!"
"You're not in the best position to be making demands." To prove his point, he dipped his head and brought one of her nipples into his mouth and began to suck.
Olivia inhaled sharply and her fingers made their way into the curls at the back of his head. "Youuuuu don't...oh god...play...mmmm...fair."
Keeping her nipple between his teeth, he lifted his head and grinned at her.
She pouted at him. It was hard to do at this precise moment because of how he was making her feel. "I just wanted a kiss."
That was his undoing. Fitz realized in that moment that he would be powerless against her pout. Not ready to contemplate it right now, his brain told him that Riley might have a pout of her own. Fitz knew that he would be really screwed if that was true. Shaking off thoughts of his daughter right now, he immediately released Olivia's nipple and his open mouth made a beeline for her lips.
He kissed her hungrily and with great fervor, trying not to fall onto her by keeping his weight on his arms. Her big chocolate eyes were closed and she was warm and ready for him. He hoped he always wanted her as much as he did right now. She made him feel things no one else ever had, and he planned to return the favor every chance he got.
Olivia responded by pulling on his hair, wrapping her legs around his waist, and sucking his bottom lip. Her body was screaming for more, but it wasn't his lips it wanted. She needed him inside of her right now! She broke the kiss, little by little, knowing his lips wouldn't be on hers for the next few minutes; she already missed them. "Fitz?"
Somehow, she made his name sound like a dirty little secret. Why was that such a turn on for him all of a sudden? And where was she taking her mouth? He wasn't done with it yet. Covering her mouth with his once again, in an attempt to restart the kissing, Fitz absentmindedly groaned out, "hmmm?"
"I can't wait anymore. I've got to have you now." He needed to get his mouth away from hers.
"But..." If she would just keep her damned head still.
"Don't you want mine in the air?"
He stilled immediately and he looked down at her. The lust was clearly written all over his face. "That might be the sexiest thing you've ever said to me."
She chuckled at him again. "Help me up?"
Fitz grabbed her hand and pulled, watching her naked little form get onto her knees, facing him. He moved closer to her and brushed her hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear. He then leaned closer to her and whispered into her ear, "I'm going to turn you around and you're going to take it."
The only sound that could be heard was the engines of the jet. Until Olivia replied in an urgent tone, "hurry!"
He decided they would fly a lot more often from now on! Putting his hands on her hips, Fitz turned her body until she was facing the same way he was. He placed his large palm on the center of her back and gently pushed her over until she landed on her hands. No time was wasted before he lined himself up with her opening and thrust himself all the way inside of her. "Fuuuuuuck!" he moaned and threw his head back.
"Ohmygod!" she whimpered and grabbed two fistfuls of the sheets.
Fitz gripped her hips firmly and began moving his hips in a steady rhythm. "You feel amazing."
"Somuchbetter" she gushed as her head dropped heavily to the pillow in front of her.
He stilled again. "I'm sorry. Was that English?"
Olivia lifted her head and barked out one order. "Do not stop!"
He quickly thrust his hips forward once just to hear her suck in her breath and groan it out. "I am so deep inside of you right now. Are you okay?"
She looked over her shoulder at him. "Faster and harder, Fitz."
"You're trying to kill me, aren't you?" he asked with a grin. Gripping her hips tighter he began to give her faster and harder. The sounds of their skin slapping against each other mixed with lusty moans, heavy breathing and countless declarations of love filled the room.
He knew she was close to her peak, and reached around her hip to her bundle of nerves. Fitz began to play her body with ease. It responded perfectly and she came undone, screaming his name loudly before her head hit the pillow heavily once again. With a few more thrusts he followed after her with a loud grunt. He crumpled beside her breathing heavily.
Turning her head in his direction, Olivia said, "That wasn't too loud, right?"
Fit chuckled lightly and patted her ass. "Everyone on this plane heard that well satisfied scream, Livvie."
She covered her face with her hands, completely mortified and said, "we can never fly again."
"No, no, no! We're selling the cars and flying everywhere from now on!" Fitz informed her with a smirk as he pulled a pillow under his head.
"It was pretty damned fantastic!" Olivia told him as she scooted closer and looked down at him.
"It really was." Fitz assured her. "I can't believe you're gonna marry me and we can do that every night."
"We pretty much already do that every night."
"Yea, but once you marry me it will be legal."
She crossed her feet at the ankles and laughed at him. "You're crazy."
"I'm your crazy."
"You are." Olivia agreed, already dipping her head closer to him. "Thanks for making me a member of the Mile High Club."
"I'm gonna say this all the time, so pay attention. Anytime!" Fitz softly swiped his thumb across her bottom lip. "I love you, Livvie." He told her before lifting his head and brushing his lips cross hers.
The plane arrived in Los Angeles without so much as a hiccup of turbulence. Not that Fitz or Olivia would have known even if it had. Both of them had passed out after their enthusiastic work out in the bed.
A calming yet deep voice had woken the dozing pair when the plane neared LAX. It was the Captain with some information for his sleepy passengers. "Ladies and gentlemen, this is the captain speaking. We will be landing in Los Angeles in approximately fifteen minutes. The current temperature is a little on the warm side at eighty four degrees under clear skies. Time wise, it is currently twelve forty-seven so we should be landing a little after one.
The weather in California had been practically identical as what they had just left in Florida. Local time might be one in the afternoon but Riley reminded her mother rather quickly that she was operating on East Coast time, and in her opinion, it was time for lunch. Olivia waited until she and Fitz had disembarked before making her hunger known. "Babe?"
Fitz was absentmindedly leading them towards baggage claim to get their suitcases. "Hmmm?"
"Your daughter wants something to eat soon."
That got his attention. He stopped walking and touched his fiancé's belly, smiling when he felt Riley kick against it. "As soon as we get the bags, we'll get something to eat. Is there anything in particular you are in the mood for today?"
Olivia thought about that question for a minute and gave a nonchalant shrug. "This is your town. You choose."
"I know just the place."
"I really need shower first though. Is your house far from the restaurant?"
Had a feeling she would request a shower before going anywhere else. Fitz liked knowing that he knew her so well already. Sliding his arm around her neck he pressed his lips to her temple. He couldn't wait to paint the town red with her. It's not far at all. Buuuut I happen to have something on me that I know you love, and is very satisfying." he replied with that crooked little smile.
"Don't even try that." She chuckled and took his hand. "Come on, before we get kicked out of the airport."
The two of them reached the baggage claim area and waited for their suitcases to appear on the carousel. Fitz grabbed the handles, lifting them off the spinning contraption, and led the way outside where they got into a waiting cab. "Where to?" the driver asked in a bored tone.
Fitz gave him an address and the driver took off.
Olivia looked out the window from the back seat the entire ride to Fitz's house in Los Angeles. When the driver came to a stop Fitz tapped on her shoulder and pointed out his window. Ducking her head a little to get a better view, Olivia saw a gorgeous modern looking house with lots of windows. She could see straight into the dining and living rooms. No curtains or blinds. It was kind of weird. "That's your house?"
"No, that's our house." he corrected, giving her hand a gentle squeeze.
Olivia cut her eyes up to his sparkling blue ones. "Are you expecting me to sleep here this weekend?"
"Uh huh. Why do you ask?"
"Because there isn't anything covering the windows."
"Yea. And?"
"And I'm not comfortable showing my ass to strangers, Fitz."
"You didn't have a problem showing your ass to that plane that zoomed by ours a few hours ago." he fired back.
Olivia's eyes practically bulged out of her head. She opened the door on her side of the car and quickly got out without saying a word. No sooner had the door closed than Fitz burst into laughter. He couldn't help it. He fished his wallet out of his back pocket and handed the cab driver a large bill. "Keep the change."
"You realize that you're going to be buying curtains tonight, right man?" the cabbie asked.
"If I expect her to still marry me next month then yea. I know."
"Have a good one, bro. And good luck with that."
Fitz grabbed both bags and pulled them towards the front door of his curtainless house. "Wait up, Liv. I was just kidding. You know that right?"
"I can't believe you said that in front of the cab driver." Olivia said shaking her head. "I just need to take a quick shower. Are there curtains on the bathroom windows or do I just strip naked and hose off in the backyard while broadcasting it on Facebook Live?"
Maybe it was having the hometown advantage? Maybe it was that he was still reeling from the mind blowing sex on the plane? Or that Fitz was just happy to have her here with him. He was in a funny mood, so he went with it as he unlocked the door. "The shower is glass and it's in the upper corner of the house. Everyone on the street can see anyone in the shower."
She saw how it was gonna be with him right now. She could play his little game. She leaned a little closer, got in his neck, and ran her tongue up the column of it, watching as his pulse beat a little quicker. "In that case, maybe you could call the pilot and ask him if he wants to swing by?" She walked past him into the house wearing a grin.
Fitz stood there shaking his head back and forth. He was buying curtains tonight. Hell, he'd sell the house tonight. "Liiiiiiv? We're not doing that!"
She felt so much better after getting out of the shower. Of course, she had to lock the door behind her and double check to make sure the damned thing wasn't really in the corner of the house encased in glass like her fiancé had claimed. Then, and only then, had she unlocked the door and let him into the bathroom. That led to a quickie in the shower filled with laughter and watery apologies, as well as heavy breathing and promises to buy window treatments. She supposed she might have over reacted.
They left the house a half hour later. Fitz had to promise that they weren't going anywhere fancy for dinner and that a sundress was absolutely appropriate attire. Olivia passed on the curtains, but made him promise they could walk on the beach after they ate. He would give her the world if she wanted it. A walk on the beach was a piece of cake.
An uber pulled up in front of his house and the two of them got inside.
"L' Antica Pizzeria da Michele, please" Fitz told him.
"Someone has been there before."
"MmmHmm."
"Pizza though?" Olivia asked. "We can get that in Florida. We eat it like once a week."
"It's not as good as theirs." he informed her.
Olivia's eyes fell to her belly and her hand came to rest on her bump. "Your daughter is very excited about this idea."
His proud grin was automatic as he kissed Olivia's temple and said, "that's my girl."
The driver pulled up in front of a plain looking building. It made Olivia wonder if they were actually at the restaurant or if Fitz was screwing with her. After getting out, he reached a hand side which Olivia took. Apparently, they had arrived at their destination.
The heavenly smell of baking bread and spicy sauce was everywhere all at once. Olivia's mouth immediately salivated, anticipating the first bite already. She had no idea what was on the menu or what she wanted to eat yet; they hadn't even reached their table to be seated, but it was taking too long already. She wanted whatever was cooking right now.
They were seated in an open outdoor area surrounded by beautiful greenery and a lot of people in various stages of their own meals. Olivia took in their surroundings as they waited. The place was packed and conversations and laughter were going on all around them.
"What do you want to try?" Fitz asked Olivia, bringing her back to their table.
"Everything smells delicious." She looked down at the menu in front of her. "You choose. I'm so hungry it really doesn't matter. Our daughter has no patience!"
"Good to know I'll be dealing with two impatient females soon enough." Fitz muttered with his eyes on his menu.
Olivia lowered her menu and tilted her head slightly. "I'm sorry. What was that?"
"Hello. My name is Lori and I'll be your server today. What can I get both of you to drink?"
"Lori, your timing is perfection. Keep it up and there's a one hundred dollar tip for you when we are done." Fitz said, giving his best charming smile.
"Challenge accepted." Lori chirped.
Olivia shook her head with a grin and said, "I'll have water please."
"And I'll have a beer."
"Do the two of you want any appetizers?" Lori asked.
Now Liv spoke up. "Lori, if you can bring an appetizer of any kind to this table in under two minutes, I will personally give you a twenty dollar bill."
Rubbing her belly, Olivia added, "This little one is super hungry right now."
"I can tell that this is gonna be a fun table. Let me go see what I can do." She winked and added, "be right back."
Olivia set timer on her phone and then glanced over at Fitz. He was scowling at her. "What the hell is your problem?"
"You are my problem."
"Care to elaborate?" she asked with raised eyebrows.
"I think you're trying to steal my waitress."
"I think Los Angeles makes you cranky." she threw back at him.
"You just haaaaaaaaad to..."
"Here we are!" Lori announced with great flourish, and set a plate on the table.
Fitz leaned closer and squinted. "What is that?"
"Ohmygosh this is amazing!" Olivia said to no one in particular as she popped the hot and tasty food into her mouth.
"It's zucchini with some kind of cheese..." Olivia flicked her eyes up to Lori as she continued to chew unapologetically.
"Ricotta." Lori supplied with a grin. "Under two minutes too."
"Sooo yummy!" Olivia praised and discreetly handed the proud waitress the promised bill. "Thank you! If we didn't already have a name picked out for our daughter, we'd totally name her Lori."
The delighted waitress chuckled and took their order before disappearing once again. "Good choice for lunch, babe!" Olivia praised.
"I can't wait to show you what I have planned for later." he said smugly as he watched her eat the disgusting looking shit on the plate in the center of the table.
Olivia froze. "Wait! You promised me a walk on the beach. You're not backing out are you, Fitz?"
"Of course not. Eat your zucchini please and stop stressing."
She held his hand on the table and in a much lower volume said, "and after our walk we can take a bubble bath together."
"Remind me to buy bubble bath while we're out."
"What? You don't have any in that sexy curtain free modern man cave? I can't believe that!" she mocked.
He gave her a lopsided grin and raised eyebrows to go with his sarcasm. "We can always go back to your suggestion of me doing a Facebook live while you hose off in the backyard."
Olivia ignored him and asked, "what are we doing tomorrow?"
"What would you say to go to DisneyLand?" Fitz figured it was better to ask about this one, in case she didn't want to go. He was secretly hoping she would want to. He was dying to buy her some Mickey ears. Or Minnie. Or...whatever the hell she wanted.
"Are you kidding?" she almost shrieked. "Yes!"
"Really? It's a lot of walking for a pregnant woman. Did you bring appropriate shoes for lots of walking?"
"If I didn't, I'll bet there are places around here that sell them." She replied sassily, and popped the last bite of zucchini into her mouth. "I've never been to DisneyLand."
"Well, yea, probably because it's in California."
"I've never been to DisneyWorld either."
"What? We practically live in Mickey's backyard, Liv! How is that possible?"
"I haven't lived in Mickey's backyard long, for one. And two, who has the time? I've been busy wooing a businessman and getting him to marry me. Priorities." She was grinning at him now, and was pleased to see him grin back.
"You're a hell of a wooer, babe." Fitz said, kissing her knuckles.
"While we're on the subject, who is your favorite Disney character? Mine is Winnie the Pooh."
"Mine is Mickey. Naturally." Fitz stated confidently.
Her nose crinkled. "Really? Mickey? Don't you think he's a little overrated?"
"Alright then. Here's your food. I'm so sorry about the wait." Lori announced, setting down plates in front of them.
Fitz grinned at Olivia and then flicked his baby blues over to their waitress. "Like I said, perfect timing."
"Really?" she asked doubtfully.
"You have no idea how many...We'll call them serious discussions, you've saved me from since we got here."
Olivia chuckled. "Everything looks amazing. Thank you so much."
"Let me know if there's anything you need. Enjoy." Lori told them with a smile, and left once again.
Before leaving with full satisfied bellies, Fitz gave Lori her crisp one hundred dollar bill as promised. Both he and Olivia heaped nothing but praise on the young woman and thanked her for making their first visit to the restaurant as a couple a fond memory.
Thirty minutes later, a cab pulled up in the parking lot at the Santa Monica Pier. Fitz paid the driver and he and Liv stepped out of the car and headed toward the warm golden sand. "This is beautiful. I've seen this place on tv shows or in pictures online. It really is a cool thing to behold with the ocean behind it. Are we going up there after our walk?"
"If you want. Maybe we could get a funnel cake or some cotton candy. What do you think?"
"That sounds good to me. But first, let's take a walk." She had slid her sandals off her feet and had them draping at her side from her index finger.
When the two of them got closer to the water, Olivia stopped and closed her eyes. The salty air was whipping her hair all around her face. The sun was warm on her skin, as was the sand below her feet. The waves crashed repeatedly, sounding strong and majestic. It was the most peaceful she had felt in a really long time. No one would ever be able to tell her there was a better place to be on Earth than at the beach.
To be continued...
Sorry for the super long chapter. I didn't know where to end it! The bubble bath will get covered in the next chapter. After everything these 2 have been through, they deserve a long relaxing weekend together & I wanted to cover it all. I hope you are all staying safe. Take care. Until next time...