Girl's Trip

"Why aren't you more nervous? It's really weird that you're this calm."

"You'd feel better if I was a nervous wreck? That's good to know." Olivia joked.

"I'm just saying...you're getting married tomorrow night and you're as cool as a cucumber."

"Are cucumbers cool, Abs?"

"It's weird" the redhead reiterated. "You are being very un Olivia Pope-ish."

Olivia shook her head back and forth slightly. "That's because I'm about to become Olivia Grant, bitch."

"I don't know what's come over you but I reallllly like it." Abby heard the pause over the phone and felt sure that Olivia was about to explain. "If you are about to share gross sexual details, I don't want to know!"

"Fine. What is on the agenda today?"

"Well, if you hadn't gotten yourself knocked up, we could have really enjoyed your bachelorette with booze and inappropriate behavior."

"What does that leave us with?"

"I feel like this is going to be super boring and that you are going to hate it."

Olivia chuckled. "What is it?"

"If you don't want to do this, just tell me and we'll figure out something else to do."

"What did you plan?"

"Just...be honest with me."

"Abby? I can't tell you what I think of it until I know exactly what it is that you've planned. You get that, right?"

"Yea. Okay. So, we are going to a beach side resort and getting some spa time. Just let me tell you what is involved before you shoot it down. We are going to get massages, manicures and pedicures for the wedding, and we are staying in the cutest place on the beach. Tomorrow morning, we'll head to your house to get ready for the big show." Abby grimaced. "What do you think?"

"It sounds heavenly and I love it. Thank you for thinking of the very best way to get me as relaxed as possible before I walk down the aisle, Abs. You're the best. I just have one question."

"We're not doing strippers, Liv. Jeez!"

"Funny. But that's not what I was going to ask. When do we leave?"

"Oh! We leave as soon as you get a bag packed." Abby informed her. "One more thing."

"Jeez with the one more thing. What else could there possibly be, Abs?"

"I'm bringing Quinn too. I hope that's okay because she's more like..."

"Family! Yes! Awwww, I love that you asked her to come with us. We don't have enough friends our own age. It'll be fun."

"I'm glad you feel that way. We'll be there to pick you up in thirty. Be ready. And please have already said your sappy goodbyes to the groom."

Olivia chuckled, ended the call, and went to find Fitz in the house. "Babe?"

"Back here!" he called.

She followed his voice and found him in the pink nursery. He was sitting in the rocking chair quietly. She went to sit on his lap. "What are you doing in here all by yourself?"

"Thinking."

"About what?" she asked, and laid her head against his shoulder.

"About how one day some...guy is going to want to marry my daughter. And he'll take her away from us and we'll never see her again, Liv."

"Don't you think you're overreacting just a little bit?"

"No! She's not even here yet and I'm worried about her leaving us. I just want him to be a good guy. You know? Not some asshole who treats her badly, because I will beat...his...ass!"

"Okay. Let's calm down for a minute. We have to get through the next eighteen years first, right?"

"Yea. She's definitely NOT getting married until after high school."

"See. This is progress. So, we will have eighteen years, minimum with her before some punk ass bitch comes along and tries to take her away from us."

"It sounds kinda stupid when you say it like that." Fitz chuckled.

"It sounded stupid the way you said it too, babe." She assured him. "Riley will always be our baby first. We have to make those eighteen years count. Make them magical and full of great memories for her."

"And I'm going to show her exactly how she should be treated by a man, by treating you like a goddess."

"I am a goddess."

"Damn straight, babe."

Olivia sat up on his lap and looked him in the eye. He was already the cutest daddy. She could hardly wait until their daughter was born in eight weeks. She held onto his cheeks and told him, "this baby is lucky to have you for her daddy. We are going to have an amazing life together."

He pecked her lips. "God, I can't wait to marry you tomorrow."

"Oh! That's the reason I came looking for you in the first place. I finally got the call from Abby."

His love sick expression turned into a doubting one in a flash. "What does she have planned for you?"

"We are going to spend the night at a spa."

"Wow! Nice one, Abby! I'm kinda surprised."

"Right?! We're getting our nails done for the wedding, we're getting massages, and relaxing together tonight. I think it's gonna be pretty nice. What does Stephen have planned for you two?"

"Well, I'm not pregnant. So, he's picking me up the second you are gone and we're hitting a strip club that promotes body shots."

"That's not even remotely funny, Fitzgerald." Olivia giggled and poked him in the ribs.

"We're going to dinner and coming back here to crash. Abby is supposed to text us when the two of you are headed back in the morning so we can get the hell out of here before you arrive. She's made it abundantly clear that the two of you will need the entire house to get ready for a fifteen minute ceremony. Something about breaking balls and...scary Abby shit."

"I'll miss you tonight. I don't like sleeping without you."

"It's one night." Fitz said with a smile, and rubbed his nose beside hers. "And then every night afterwards, we get to spend together. Doing legal sex stuff together."

"Oh my goodness! You are ridiculous!" Olivia said laughing at him.

"Can I call you at bedtime?" he asked softly in a serious tone.

"I'll be expecting that. Maybe I can get Abby to leave the room and we can have strip FaceTime?" Olivia suggested as she wiggled her eyebrows.

"I can't believe you're gonna be my wife tomorrow." Fitz said laughing and holding her tightly.

"There's no getting out of it now, Mister. I have to go pack a bag. You wanna help me?"

"Yea, I might as well. The sooner I get rid of the old ball and chain the sooner I can do body shots off Gloria's ass."

"That's enough about the body shots." Olivia advised.

"Sorry, babe." he replied repentantly.

The three women were on the open road in no time. The trip to the airport went by quickly with all of their giddy chatter as Abby drove. "You guys didn't have to invite me along, but I'm really glad you did. Thank you." Quinn told them.

"No problem. You're one of us now." Abby told her as she parked the car. "I'm really sorry you can't drink, Liv."

Olivia rubbed her baby bump as they got out of the car and began walking. "It's fine. I wouldn't even be getting married to the perfect man tomorrow if it wasn't for Riley, so I'm more than okay with it."

Abby abruptly stopped walking. She held out a hand in front of Olivia and said, "stop it! We are not spending the next eighteen hours talking about how perfect Fitz is. This is a bachelorette, not a Fitzgerald Grant cheer leading convention. Get a grip, Liv!"

Olivia chuckled, and quickly covered it with a stern look. "You're right. My bad. I'm so excited that we get to fly!"

"It was really nice of Fitz to let us use the company jet to save us from a five hour car ride."

"About that." Quinn began. "I've never flown before, so I'm kinda nervous."

"You carry a gun with the comfort most women do a tube of lipstick, but flying in a plane freaks you out? I don't get it." Abby told her.

"Don't listen to her. "Olivia said gently. "I was scared too."

"Really? What did you do?" Quinn asked expectantly.

"I looked out the window and watched everything."

"You did what? No! I can't watch!"

"I'm not saying it will help you, I'm saying it helped me. It totally put my mind at ease about it to watch the plane rolling down the runway and leave the ground. I think you should think about it." Olivia advised.

"Yea." Quinn said, swallowing hard. "I will."

They carried their overnight bags onto the plane and Olivia let her friends choose their seats before she chose hers. She tried talking to Quinn about anything mundane to keep her from obsessing over the take off, but the pilot's voice interrupted them and brought reality back to the forefront of their minds.

"Good afternoon, ladies. This is your pilot, Thomas..."

"He's very good!" Olivia told them. "He was our pilot on the way to Los Angeles."

Quinn gripped the arm rests until her knuckles turned white. "Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh."

"Heyyyy, just breathe. I promise it will be fine." Olivia told her.

Quinn nodded with her eyes shut.

"We're moving now!" Abby sang. "Going at a good clip too!"

Quinn's big brown eyes flew open. Looking around the cabin you wouldn't know the huge hunk of steel was moving. "I think I wanna see."

"Trust me, you do." Olivia told her with a smile.

The brunette looked out the window and saw the world moving quickly past them. "Holy shit! That's the coolest thing I've ever seen! I can see the wing of the plane!"

"I told you." Olivia said chuckling. "If I could fly to work every day I'd do it in a heartbeat."

"Woah! We just left the ground." Quinn gasped. "Like...we're not touching it anymore!"

"We weren't exactly going to roll all the way to Tranquility Bay." Abby chuckled.

"If I were you, I'd enjoy the sights out the window while you can. This is only an hour long flight, and we'll be there before you know it."

"She's right." Olivia yawned and got to her feet.

"Where are you going?"

"To lay down on the bed in the back. Wake me up when we are about to descend so I can buckle up."

"There's a bed on this thing?" Quinn asked, leaving her mouth hanging open.

Olivia nodded.

"How do you know about it?" Abby demanded.

"Because I screwed Fitz's brains out on it on the way to LA." she chuckled.

"You dirty harlot." Abby said smirking. "I wanna see it."

"Me too." Quinn chimed in.

Olivia shrugged. "Come on."

A hand was shaking her, and Olivia opened her eyes. The flight attendant was standing at the side of the bed. "Ms. Pope? We are about to begin our descent, if you and your passengers would go back to your chairs. The pilot has put the seat belt sign back on."

Olivia nodded and looked at her two friends. The three of them had passed out on the bed after some brief giggling about the mile high club and other weird places to have sex. The three of them looked like a pile of bent arms and legs. She was so glad she had them in her life. But it was time to wake their asses up.

The three women excitedly disembarked the plane, each pulling a suitcase behind them once they were safely on the ground again. It was gorgeous outside. Too hot really, but they barely noticed due to their enthusiasm of being away. They veered towards a man holding a small sign that read GRANT WOMEN.

"You've gotta talk to him, Liv. This looks like we are his harem or something." Abby complained.

"I think it's sweet." Quinn told them. "He loves talking care of you and your friends. It's super romantic."

"I'm with you, Quinn." Olivia agreed. She plucked her phone from her purse as they got into the car and the driver took them to the resort.

"Hi."

Olivia grinned like a fool. "Hi."

"I take it you found the car I arranged for the three of you?"

His smooth deep voice suddenly had her wishing she was home alone with him. Then again, she'd be away less than twenty four hours. "We did. That was very thoughtful of you. The girls are completely in love with you now."

"Thanks, Fitz!" Quinn called out.

"You're the best, man." Abby chimed in as she clinked a champagne filled flute against Quinn's.

He chuckled, happy to know the three of them had approved of his plan. It was only the beginning of the surprises from him, but he wasn't going to tell them about any of it. "The three of you deserve it. Enjoy yourselves. I love you, Livvie."

"I love you too. I'll call you before I go to bed."

The black sedan pulled in front of a beautiful building. The females grabbed the handles of their suitcases and went inside to check in. Olivia looked around the huge lobby, taking it all in and taking mental notes for ideas to bring up at the hotel she worked at. The young woman behind the counter brought her out of her haze. "Can I help you?"

Abby smiled at her, thankful to be on the opposite side of the counter for a change. "Yes, we'd like to check in please. There's a reservation under the name Wheelan."

"I'm sorry." The young woman replied politely. "Check in time is three p.m, and it's only one."

The redhead slid a fifty dollar bill across the smooth surface. It usually made a difference for her when someone wanted to get into their room early. "Is the room ready now?"

"I'm sorry, ma'am. It isn't. You can come back at three and check in like everybody else. I can't believe you tried to bribe me. That is sooo tacky."

Abby pulled her money back and stuffed it into her purse on a sigh. Just as she was about to get loud and fussy, another woman stepped up to the computer and began typing. Abby looked at her with a sense of déjà vu.

"Miss Wheelan, your room is absolutely ready now if you'd like to check in."

"Let me guess, you're her boss, and she just fucked up how she handled the check in and you're here to smooth it over. I get that. I do check ins at a hotel too." She jerked her thumb at Olivia. "This one almost got fired for the same shit."

"Abby, shut up. She probably feels bad enough for the way she spoke to you." Olivia gently told her.

"No, I don't. She tried to bribe me! It's completely ridiculous! This whole place is ridiculous!" the original employee scoffed.

"You'd be out on your ass at my hotel." Abby informed her.

"I'm terribly sorry for her behavior. Believe me when I say it will be dealt with." The manager said in hushed tones.

"I know how that goes. Right, Liv?"

Olivia put her face in her hand and shook her head back and forth. She was beyond mortified.

"Your room is ready because someone paid extra for the early check in." she enlightened them.

The three women looked at each other with grins and in unison said, "Fitz!" They were each given a key card as well as directions to their beach house.

"This place is gorgeous!" Quinn gushed as her eyes took in everything. "Go pick your room first, Liv and then we'll pick ours."

The three of them scrambled up the stairs, and basically chose the first bedroom they came to. Olivia happened to get the one that faced the ocean. The room was all white with a queen sized bed, and had a door that opened outside to a small deck and a gorgeous view. She parked her suitcase up against a wall and then kicked off her sandals and stepped out on the deck. The warm salty air whipped her hair in every direction. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. It was perfect.

"I have the best room here!"

Olivia went back inside, closed the door, and went to find the others and see what their rooms looked like. "This is beautiful!" she told Abby. Her room was at the other end of the short yellow hallway upstairs. It was all white just like hers, and she also had a deck outside, which she shared with Quinn.

Quinn's room was right beside of Abby's. And a bathroom was in between their rooms. Quinn's room had two twin beds with red frames. All of the walls were white, except one, which had a red print on it. "I think I have the best room. Sorry, Liv." Quinn told her.

"Don't be sorry. I absolutely love my room. Let's go check out the rest of the house and see what's on the agenda."

The kitchen, dining room, and living room was all one huge open area. There was a small rectangular table near a window, and a bright colored couch and a couple of plush chairs in the dining area. Past the couch there was a front porch that led out to a wooden path at the edge of the water. Everything was beautiful. "You did good, Abs!" Olivia gushed. "If I weren't getting married tomorrow, I'd want the three of us to live here!"

"Right? Oh my gosh it's so peaceful here. Is there anything on the agenda for today?" Quinn asked, hoping there wasn't.

"We weren't supposed to be able to check in until three, so we have two hours to ourselves. Whaddya wanna do?" Abby asked excitedly.

"You knew we weren't supposed to check in until three?" Olivia asked with squinted eyes.

"Why did we leave so early then?" Quinn asked.

Abby shrugged.

"My fairy godfather told me he'd work it out. And he did."

"I can't wait to tell him about his new title when I call him later on." Olivia said laughing. "Let's go swimming!"

"Ocean or pool?" Quinn asked.

"Both!" Olivia and Abby said together.

The ocean water felt heavenly on their warm skin. It was a little cooler than bath water, but unlike being in a tub, the girls floated on their backs and soaked up the sun. When they grew tired of floating in the aqua ocean water, they walked to one of the crystal clear pools and floated a while there. It was quiet and hardly anyone was in the pool in the heat of the afternoon.

"Not that I plan on ever leaving here, but what time did you schedule the first thing on the agenda?" Quinn mumbled with her face up to the bright sun.

"Mmmmm, we're all getting massages at three. Manis and pedis are at five, and dinner is at six thirty." Abby informed them.

"You guys have fun with all that. I'll be right here." Quinn replied.

"I'm the bride, and if I have to leave, you have to leave too." Olivia told her in a pleasant tone with her face to the sun. "I'm looking forward to having someone rub my legs and back. Riley may be the size of a squash, but my legs and back feel like I'm carrying a ten pound bag of potatoes. I'm not missing this appointment."

"Do you want us to get the same color nails for the wedding pictures?" Abby asked.

"I don't care about that. You get whatever you want, Abs."

"Yay! We really need to get back to our house so we'll be ready when the massage therapists show up." Abby told them.

Olivia felt like she would float away on a cloud. She was laying on her side and the massage therapist was working on her back. She had already massaged Olivia's neck, shoulders, and arms - and it had felt fantastic. But then the young woman had Olivia roll onto her side. She gave the expecting mom a few pillows to help keep her joints aligned as she worked on her. The moment she began to work on Olivia's back, she felt like every ounce of pregnancy fatigue was being rubbed right out of her.

Fitz gave decent back rubs, and his hands were big enough that they covered just about every spot that ached. The problem was, Fitz often times turned a back rub into sex within five minutes. By the time he had turned the massage into something sexual, she was in the mood for sex and the back rub was always forgotten.

Every thoroughly rubbed muscle in her back felt like putty. Her back didn't hurt anymore. Once she was done with her massage, Olivia's legs felt much better too. She wondered if she could bring the massage therapist home with her? She was that good.

Quinn dozed off while getting her toenails done later and Abby and Olivia giggled at her.

"Where are you guys going on your honeymoon?" Abby asked.

"We're just going to stay at home. It's getting close to my due date, and Fitz doesn't want me to chance flying anywhere too far. We're just going to enjoy the peace and quiet as long as we can." Olivia answered.

"That'll be nice. Boring, but nice." Abby said. "In all seriousness though, I have something for you."

"Abby, you shouldn't have done anything else! This little escape was more than enough. I will never be the same after that amazing massage. I may never wake up tomorrow morning."

"I know Fitz's mom's ring is your something old. The wedding band is your something new. I know who has your something borrowed and what it is – you are going to DIE when you find out! So, I wanted to get you your something blue. It cost me next to nothing so chill out." Abby handed Olivia a small blue gift bag and simply said, "open it."

Olivia pulled the edges of the bag open and looked inside. A giggle slipped out of her mouth and her eyes darted over to Abby's green ones. "These are perfect!" she squealed loudly. She pulled out a pair of dusty blue sunglasses and put them on. "I love them so much! Thank you, Abs!"

"What's happening?" Quinn muttered as she blinked several times and tried to focus on her surroundings.

"Abby just gave me my something blue. Aren't these great?" Olivia asked.

"Hey! I chipped in on those too!" Quinn's sleep laced voice didn't quite sound as intimidating as she meant it to.

"She's such a stickler for details." Abby replied with an eye roll.

"Thank you both!" Olivia told them.

Once their nails were dry, the three of them immediately went to the beach house to get ready for dinner. Music played through the house as the three of them got ready. They wanted to make their last bachelorette event special by dressing up before they headed to the covered patio restaurant called Butterfly Cafe. They looked gorgeous, with hair done and cute dresses on, but they were all starving after a busy day of pampering. When they were finally sitting down at mostly empty place, they ordered their drinks and looked at the menu.

It was no surprise that the food was just as amazing as everything else they had experienced there. All three of them were too tired from an afternoon of pampering to care about much else other than sleep. With full bellies, relaxed muscles, and gorgeous nails, the three women walked back to their beach house. There was a gazebo on a patch of sand out near the water. When Olivia jerked her head in that direction, the other two followed.

When they got closer, they saw three Adirondack chairs under the center of the gazebo. They were all facing different directions, so they each picked them up and placed them side by side, facing the water. Each of them breathed a sigh of relief and took in the gorgeous scenery in front of them.

The sun was disappearing behind the horizon. The sky was colored all orange, and yellow. The water was gently lapping against the shoreline, and a soft breeze was blowing. It looked like something out of a movie. Each of them watched the scene for a while and then started taking photos of it. And then selfies.

When the giggling died down, Abby said, "we've got a big day tomorrow."

"I'm so excited!" Olivia admitted with a grin. "He makes me so happy!"

"You guys are going to be the cutest little family. I'm really happy for you, Liv. Honestly."

"Thanks, Quinn. That's so sweet of you to say."

"Tomorrow is going to be perfect. Your parents are bringing your dress to the house, Max is stopping by with Fitz's ring, and the flowers and food will be delivered and set up sometime in the afternoon. Everything is on schedule, and running perfectly."

"Wow. You are nailing this maid of honor thing, Abs. I'm very proud of you."

"Don't start that crap or I'll end up crying."

"Yea, but if we get the crying out of the way now it'll be better. We aren't getting pictures now. We are here together and no one here knows us. So, I'm saying all my stuff now, so tomorrow I'll be as close to tear free as possible."

"This is gonna make me cry. I can already feel it."

"First of all, Quinn, thank you for saving my life. And Abby's. You popped into our world at the perfect moment for the perfect reason. I'm beyond thrilled that you're going to take our wedding pictures. I'm really glad that you don't have your big camera with you right now though." Olivia sniffed. "You were a stranger who has become someone I know I can depend on. I don't trust people easily, but with you it was. I'm so grateful to you for everything. I'm glad you're in mine and Fitz's lives and I know you are going to be an awesome aunt to Riley."

"Oh my gosh, I hate you guys so much for this mushy stuff." Quinn said wiping a stray tear from her cheek.

"And Abby. When I first moved to Florida, you were kind of a bitch to me."

Abby chuckled. "Yea, I kinda was."

"I admired you for that though. You taught me to be tough and to stand up for myself and not let anyone walk all over me. You stood by me when nobody else did, and even hung out with me. You've my best friend, but you feel more like the sister I never had growing up."

"Now who's being kind of a bitch?" The redhead asked with tears in her eyes.

"You both have become part of my village, and I know that I can count on you through thick or thin. And I hope you know you can count on me too? I love you guys so much, and I'm glad you're going to be with me on my wedding day tomorrow."

"Are you three alright?" A good looking man asked from the shoreline.

"Beat it, asshole." Abby shouted at him. "My best friend is trying to have a moment and you just ruined it!"

"Jeeez. I was just..."

"Are you seriously still talking? Go! Away!" she yelled. When he was well away from them, the three women burst into wild laughter.

"Come on. Let's go back to our perfect beach house. You guys can have a few drinks and I can FaceTime with my groom."

"Fiiiiitz?" Olivia called out. He had answered the FaceTime but all she could see was dim lighting while loud music thumped at an ear splitting level. "Helloooo?"

And then his handsome face appeared on the screen. "Hi, Livvie! Is at you?"

She tried to catch a glimpse of whatever was over his shoulder, to see if she could figure out where he was. It was no use. "Fitz? Where are you?"

He put his finger up to his lips and very loudly said, "Shhhh! Imma get kicked the fuck outta ere if you don't keep your voice down."

"Where are you exactly?" she asked again.

"Oh kayyyy! Stephen's back with a hookers! Yayyyyyy!"

"What?" He did not just say hookers!

"You gotta be quiet! I ain't getting kicked out jus cuz..." He blinked a few times and swayed on his feet before looking at her as if it was the first time. "Hi, Livvie. When did you get here?"

"Fitz? Where are you? Where is Stephen? Let me talk to him right NOW!"

Bright lights suddenly came on, causing even Olivia to squint. "Gotcha, babe." Fitz grinned down at the face of his phone before putting it in Stephen's face. "Dude, she was gonna beat your ass! My woman is tough!"

"We're at your house, Olivia as you can plainly see. You have really turned Fitz into a good boy. Next time you go out of town would you mind leaving his balls here please?"

"I love you too, Stephen." Olivia giggled.

"What have you lovely ladies been up to today?" Fitz asked as he took a sip of his drink.

"Well, we had massages, we had..."

"Wait a damn minute! These massages were from women, right?" Stephen asked.

"Yes, they were. Very sexy woman. And when we were done, we all had a pillow fight in our underwear. Happy?" Olivia asked with an eye roll.

"Did you record it?" Stephen asked loudly.

"Do you want me to ask Abby about that?"

"Hell no! Forget it! I'll never bring it up again."

Fitz was laughing at his ridiculous cousin before turning his attention to his fiance. "I miss you."

"I miss you too. I'm gonna see you tomorrow night, and then we'll have the same last name." she sang.

"I can't wait. God, I love you so much."

"You are going to have a wife this time tomorrow." she told him with a proud grin.

"I'm glad I finally found you."

"How do you know I didn't find you?" she teased.

"That's a good question for a clearer mind. I've had four scotches, and things are getting foggy." he chuckled.

"Go enjoy your time with Stephen before the old ball and chain comes back. I love you, Fitz."

"Love you too, babe. I'll see you tomorrow."

"I'll be the one in the white dress." She winked at him and ended the connection.