Hey y'all,
Another week in quarantine. Le Sigh. Thank you all for the comments from Chapter 29. You all are so kind with your words, and I am so appreciative that so many of you take the time to continue to read my story. Honestly, I didn't know what I wanted to say in this chapter so I just let it flow. Not a lot of drama, but a lot of Fitz and Olivia. I think you'll like it. Let me know.
Stay home, (even if your state has "reopened")
TBOT
Also, to answer this question from chapter 28:
"Hi author, could you please clarify Olivia's age? In this chapter she speaks about being five years old in 1980, which makes her 44 years old in 2019 or present day in the story. Is this correct? Also, how old is Fitz?"
Olivia is thirty-five and Fitz will be forty on his birthday in October, a few days before Elliott turns five. I've updated the paragraph in the chapter.
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When Olivia opened her eyes, the dark skies were slowly giving way to the dawn. She turned her head to Fitz who was asleep next to her. She remembered being tired and drained, and falling asleep next to him on the sofa across the room. He'd obviously brought her to bed.
They had discussed so much last night. The old hurts, resentments and anger, they'd each been holding onto had been released. She'd begun to unpack her own emotional baggage, from her previous relationship, that had been weighing her down. She realized she was still grieving, and only time and forgiveness would heal her wounds. She just had to live with it, accept that she'd made mistakes and move on.
Olivia had grown up believing that two could meet, fall in love and stay together for the rest of their lives, until death did them part. Her parents were doing it, and so were her aunt and uncle. Hell, even Cecily, Hayes and Harrison. When she had been looking at things through rose-colored glasses, she had wanted it for her and Garrett. But that hadn't happened. Obviously.
He had taught her one vital lesson though, something she would never forget: all that glittered wasn't gold. She was older, wiser and smarter now and didn't look through those rose-colored glasses anymore. She now understood what she'd failed to understand all those years ago. She knew what it took to have a long-standing relationship: a solid foundation. It was something that she and Garrett had honestly never had, but what she and Fitz had begun to build after they'd fallen for each other all those years ago. It was real. They had what it took to have a strong relationship: mutual love, shared values, passion and most of all, trust and communication.
Olivia was done hiding the truth. She loved this man, and she wanted a future with this man. They had been broken, but they weren't defeated. Ford Grant had lost this round. She and Fitz had gone through hell and come out the other side stronger for the experience. Of course their journey together was certain to have more ups and downs but together they would cope with the downs and enjoy the ups.
Turning on her side, Olivia leaned up on her elbow and looked at Fitz from head to toe. She smiled to herself when she noticed the healthy morning wood he was sporting underneath the comforter, pointing toward the ceiling. She was enjoying the way the sheet had fallen to his waist, exposing his bare torso. He'd removed his t-shirt sometime during the night. She took her time admiring his muscled shoulder and arms, and broad chest. She could see a hint of stubble on his chiseled jawline as he continued to snore softly.
Olivia traced her fingertips against his cool skin, along his arm, to his torso and down the length of his abdomen. She stopped and looked up at him as he shifted slightly, but he didn't open his eyes, and his breathing remained even. She stopped herself from moving her hand lower. If she did what she wanted to do, one thing would lead to another and they probably wouldn't leave the bed. Nope, she had plans for them today…out of bed.
Instead, she leaned over and placed small kisses on his cheek and jaw before lying back on her pillow. Thinking about everything that had transpired the previous evening, she still couldn't believe what Ford Grant had done. To say she was still in shock was an understatement. But she and Fitz had crossed one hurdle when they got everything out in the open, and there were still more to overcome. She knew their love would give them strength to endure the days ahead, and they would need it, because Fitz wasn't likely to forget or forgive what his brother had done any time soon.
She wouldn't allow Fitz to keep punishing himself for what happened either. They both had their own part in it. But Ford wasn't going dictate their present or their future. They were not victims. Shaking her head, she cleared her mind of any negativity. Not today, Satan, she thought as she sat up and tossed the sheet and comforter aside, and got out of bed. She was going for her swim, shower and then surprise Fitz with breakfast. Maybe in bed. Taking one last look at him, she resisted the strong urge to climb back into bed and take care of his "wood" problem. Quickly she turned and headed for the bathroom to begin her day.
X
Fitz snoozed peacefully, slipping in and out of sleep as he had one dream after another. He could feel the warmth of Olivia's body next to him and he had no desire to ever move from that spot. Side by side, they shifted back and forth against each other. At one point he thought he heard her whisper his name, and he whispered her name in response.
Later, he felt Olivia's hand roaming his body. He suppressed the desire to roll her onto her back, remove her pajama bottoms and plunge his hardness deep inside her. But instead, he felt himself drifting off to sleep again and he gave in. He didn't feel her when she left the bed.
Fitz woke an hour later to an empty bed, and blinked slowly against the light peeking through the sheers. Turning slightly, he glanced at the clock on the night table which read seven-thirty. He'd slept in. He stretched and sat up against the stack of pillows. The events of the previous evening seemed like an odd dream, but he knew it was real.
Fitz's heart was smiling, something that he hadn't felt for years. All of the doubts and anger had been lifted last night and replaced with a sense of hope for a future with Olivia for the first time in a long time. A sense that it was time for the three of them to move forward with their lives, together.
Olivia. He glanced at the empty space next to him and smiled. Though she hadn't said it, he was certain she loved him. They had opened up to each other, and cleared the air completely. There had been apologies and explanations from both, and acceptance from both. Fitz knew that they couldn't go back and as far as he was concerned, he didn't want to try. They'd been given the chance to start over, and they were taking it.
His thoughts went to his daughter, his beautiful little girl. He knew they owed her a chance to have a normal family life. And today seemed like the perfect day to start. Throwing the covers off his body, he got out of bed. His first order of business was to feed his baby's pet goldfish, before showering and going downstairs to see what Olivia was up to.
X
Fitz entered the kitchen to find Olivia at the stove in a pair of black yoga pants and a tank. Her hair was still damp from what he guessed was a shower and she was shaking her hips to the samba sounds of Mas Que Nada.
Olivia felt his presence immediately and her nose twitched as she recognized the fragrance of her body wash. She glanced over her shoulder as she stood stirring pancake batter in a mixing bowl.
"Good morning, babe," she said smiling as she took him in. He was wearing well worn jeans, a tee with Georgetown Day Dad emblazoned across his broad chest, and his beloved leather thong sandals, that had seen better days. She turned back around as Fitz walked up behind her, slid an arm around her waist and pulled her against him, before kissing her neck.
"How are you this morning, my love?" he asked.
"I'm great. I slept well, what about you?"
"Best sleep I've had in a while."
Olivia glanced at him again. She felt the same way.
"I didn't hear you earlier. Did you take your morning swim?"
She nodded. "Yes. When I finished and went back upstairs, you were sleeping so peacefully, I didn't want to wake you. I showered in Elle's bathroom so I wouldn't disturb you."
He released her and she picked up the bowl again. "And since I was awake, I thought I'd make breakfast."
"You're making breakfast for me?" He asked because breakfast was usually his domain.
"Yes, and I'm just getting started.
Whatever she was making was appetizing. "It smells good."
"I'm making banana pancakes, chicken sausage, scrambled eggs and fruit."
"Livvie, we'll never eat all of this," he said after he kissed her again.
She turned around and gave him that smile that would always make his heart stop. "I have something special planned for us, and you're going to need your strength."
He raised his eyebrows and looked at her with a lustful grin.
"What kind of plans?" he asked in a low voice.
Olivia looked at him with mischief in her eyes. "Plans that require nourishment, mister" she said before laughing. She knew what he was thinking and it hadn't escaped her that last night was the first night since they'd returned from New York that they hadn't been up all night making love.
Fitz laughed before he leaned down and kissed her. A soft, sweet kiss that turned into something more sensual as he sucked gently on her lower lip and pulled it into his mouth.
"Fitz," she whined. "You can't keep kissing me like that. I'm trying to cook here."
"Well is there another way you'd like me to kiss you?" he asked, crooked grin in place.
"The sooner we eat, the sooner we can get on with my plans."
"Then feed me woman!" He said, laughing.
She flipped a pancake. "Whatever you need, baby!"
"I need you."
Olivia smiled. "You already have me," she pointed to the coffee maker using the spatula she was holding. "Now, go."
Laughing, he kissed her hair before walking over to the coffee maker and pouring himself a mug of coffee. He leaned against the counter and watched as she flipped more pancakes with one hand and cracked eggs into another bowl with other. They continued to talk as she finished preparing their meal.
Fitz was staring at her backside when her phone rang. The tone indicated a FaceTime call.
Olivia turned towards the ringing device, sitting on the island.
"Babe, can you get that?"
She knew who it was, especially at eight o'clock on a Saturday morning.
Fitz walked over to the island and smiled when Cecily's image appeared on the screen.
He swiped and accepted the call.
"Good morning, Fitz," she sang, with a naughty grin on her face.
"Good morning, Cecily. How's the most beautiful, pregnant surgeon in D.C?" he asked returning her grin.
Cecily sighed. "Great. Tired, fat and still pregnant. But I'm very happy."
Fitz threw back his head and laughed. Their light banter was soon interrupted by a small voice.
"Is that my daddy, tante?" Elliott asked before her little face joined her aunt's on the screen.
Fitz smiled at his little girl. "Good morning, princess."
"Good morning, Daddy. Look, I got braids!" She shook her head as they fell over her narrow shoulders. "Do you like it, daddy?" she asked, seeking his approval.
"I love it, princess. It's very pretty."
Her big smile let him know that he'd said the right thing.
Olivia moved to stand next to Fitz.
"Good morning, sweet pea."
"Hi, Mommy. Look, Aunt Allie braided my hair."
Fitz mouthed, "Who's Allie?"
"August's sister," she mouthed back.
He nodded.
Olivia took in the neat, thick, straight-back cornrows on her daughter's head. Each braid had at least three wooden beads on the end. Allie had done an excellent job. Elliott had an abundance of thick curly hair. When the curls were combed out, it reached her lower back.
"I love it, sweet pea. Did you thank Aunt Allie?"
Elliott shook her head, the beads clacking.
"Uh-huh."
Olivia smiled and shook her head, deciding not to correct her daughter's response.
"Lib, Shelby and Greer have their hair braided and Elle wanted hers braided too. I didn't think it would be a problem."
"Oh it isn't. It will give me at least two weeks of rest."
The sisters laughed, both knowing that combing Elliott's curls was an exercise in endurance.
"I know. Allie's a Godsend."
"Well thank her for me, Cis."
"Already done little sister."
Elliott had been sitting quietly, playing with the beads on her braids."
"Are you being a good girl, sweet pea?"
"Uh-huh. Me and Shelby and Greer and KJ are going swimming in the ocean today," she said before leaving the screen.
Fitz remembered that Shelby was August's brother, Aaron's, daughter and Greer and KJ belonged to his sister, Alicia.
Olivia felt her stomach drop. She knew that neither Cecily nor August would ever allow anything to happen to her baby, but she was a mother. She would always worry.
Cecily saw the look on her sister's face and said, "she'll be fine, Lib," before changing the subject."
"What are you guys doing today?"
Olivia glanced at Fitz before turning back to the screen and smiling at her sister. "We have plans."
"Oh? Well good for you."
Fitz stood silently while the sisters chatted.
"Fitz, get her out of the house and you two enjoy the rest of your child free weekend."
He laughed. "Will do, Cecily. And you take care of our baby."
"You know I will." She looked away. "Patootie, come and say goodbye."
The little girl returned to the screen. "Bye, Mommy, Bye, Daddy," she said as she waved at the screen.
"Bye, sweet pea," Olivia said, blowing her a kiss.
"Bye, princess. I love you."
"You too, Daddy." And she was gone.
The adults laughed, shaking their heads.
"Well we're getting ready for the beach, which is perfect because I feel like a beached whale."
Fitz gave her the "I'm not touching that" look and walked away to finish breakfast.
Olivia laughed at her sister's joke. "No you don't, Cis. You look like a seven months pregnant woman. You're beautiful."
"Thank you little sister. That was kind of you to say. But I still feel like a whale."
Olivia sighed. "Well enjoy yourself at the beach."
"I will. You guys have fun too."
"Bye, Cis. Love you.
"Love you too, Lib. Bye, Fitz."
"Bye, Cecily."
Olivia stood holding the phone and staring at the screen for a few seconds after Cecily ended the call. "It doesn't look like Elle is missing us at all," she said as she turned to look at Fitz. He had removed the food from the warming drawer and set it on the table.
Fitz saw the look on Olivia's face. He walked over and stood in front of her, and took her face in his hands. "Livvie, she's having fun at the beach with the other kids. Of course she's not missing us right now. She'll call us again later to talk. Okay?"
She nodded.
Fitz leaned down and kissed the pout from her lips. "Now come and sit so you can tell me all about these plans you have for us." He took her hand and led her to the table.
X
Olivia and Fitz spent the day like ordinary tourists in the nation's capital, soaking up the atmosphere. During breakfast she'd told him about her plans and he was immediately game. They'd finished breakfast, cleaned the kitchen and gotten dressed in an hour. By nine o'clock they were heading to the National Mall.
They started at the National Museum of African-American History and Culture, (NMAAHC) since Fitz had never been. He'd toured D.C but never with a guide who was also a native. Olivia was a museum donor but she'd had to call her mother to arrange a private tour. After spending four hours with their docent, they then walked along the Mall visiting the monuments, specifically the Martin Luther King Jr. memorial, on their way to the National Portrait Gallery to see President Barack and First Lady Michelle Obama's portraits.
The couple spent two hours touring the gallery before Olivia suggested a late lunch. They held a taxi to the D.C. institution, Ben's Chili Bowl, because Olivia just had to have some chili cheese fries. They shared the fries and a half chili smoke before deciding to walk back to Fitz's truck. They casually walked toward Dupont Circle to Olivia's office. They wandered the streets of Georgetown, window shopping, before heading to the parking garage of her building where Fitz's SUV was parked in her reserved parking space.
X
"Come on Livvie, let's take a bath," Fitz suggested as they lay on the sofa in Olivia's family room. They'd collapsed from exhaustion the moment they'd walked through the front door.
The couple had enjoyed spending most of the day together touring and Fitz had loved listening to Olivia reminisce about growing up in the city. They'd even driven past National Cathedral School, her former school, and after-school hangouts, the law firm where she'd interned while she was in law school, her family's church, (she'd been embarrassed to admit that it had been a while since she'd attended) and many other places from her youth that held bittersweet memories.
Olivia sat up from her reclined position on Fitz's chest and gave him a skeptical look. She knew nothing would happen that she didn't want to happen, so she quickly made her decision and stood.
Fitz stood as well. "Go on up, I'm right behind you."
She nodded before picking up her shoes and heading for the stairs.
Olivia filled the soaking tub with hot water, adding bath salts infused with eucalyptus to help her slightly aching muscles, from so much walking. She'd also added an expensive French bubble bath with the same scent. While she was preparing their bath, Fitz was downstairs grabbing a bottle of wine, two glasses and the bowl of fruit left over from breakfast. He brought everything on a tray upstairs and into the bathroom, where Olivia was waiting for him, already up to her neck in bubbles. He joined her in about ten seconds laughing as he did so.
"I've never taken my clothes off so fast in my life," he told her and they both laughed.
Olivia reached over and picked up the bottle of wine. "1982 Marchesi, great choice."
He leaned forward and kissed her neck before handing her a glass. She filled one glass then the other before setting the bottle on the tray.
"I aim to please."
She laughed and playfully punched him on the arm. "Don't let that ego get too big, Grant."
"Oh it's not the only thing that's getting big."
Olivia turned to look at him. She could feel him against her, and yes, he was getting bigger.
He didn't wait for her to respond but raised his glass and touched it briefly to hers.
"To a new beginning for us," he said looking into her beautiful brown eyes.
"To us," she responded.
They both took a sip before Fitz leaned back with Olivia between his legs, reclining against his chest. They stayed that way for a while, both of them quietly sipping wine.
"So when are you going to tell them?" Olivia asked, after she'd swallowed the bite of melon Fitz had fed her. They'd avoided dwelling on and discussing the life changing revelations from the previous evening, choosing instead to focus their complete attention on the present and each other, for the day.
Fitz knew who she was talking about. He'd been struggling with how to tell them. He wasn't sure how or when he would, but he knew he had to have concrete evidence before bringing anything to the elder Grant's attention. Sighing deeply, Fitz placed his glass on the tray next to the tub before kissing Olivia's bare shoulder.
"I made two phone calls this morning. The first was to Zana Wilder, GNA's Chief Security Officer. The second was to an old friend, Diego Nunez, who's in the investigation business."
Fitz knew his friend did a lot more than that, some of it illegal, but Olivia didn't need to know that.
Olivia glanced at him over her shoulder.
"I asked Zana to look into all internal communication between Lauren and Ford from the day she started with GNA. Email, phone calls, all deliveries that she signed for, any shipping or snail mail, bicycle messaging and subpoenaing text messages from both their company issued cell phones. She's also going to retrieve their card swipe history for all GNA buildings."
"And why the other investigation?"
"Well, Diego specializes in crisis management and he's one of the best at what he does. He's going to investigate Lauren's background and all activity between her and Ford."
"Do you think either of them will become suspicious?"
Fitz had thought of that. "I'm sure Ford knows that we're together, and that I know about Elliott. The photos from Senior's birthday weekend have been circulating among the family."
Fitz reached for his glass and took a sip. "No one's heard from him, but we know that he's now in Madrid, as scheduled. He can't stay away forever. If Lauren has done what I suspect, Ford has probably informed her about us, and Elliott."
"Are you concerned that either of them will try to do something to sabotage the organization?"
Fitz had thought about that. "Fortunately, GNA is a privately held company and Ford can't make any major changes within the organization without the board's approval. Senior and my great-grandfather set the mechanisms in place decades ago to protect GNA's assets from illegal or unethical behavior."
He knew that Olivia understood all of this because of her profession.
"Lauren will no longer have access to any of my accounts, which won't seem out of the ordinary since I'm on a leave of absence. She's currently on a special assignment, working with another team. They don't need access to most data and systems, and all of her computer activity will be monitored until the investigations are complete."
They were both quiet for a minute, each seemingly lost in their thoughts.
"Then I'll lay out all of the details regarding his conduct. Ford's bound by his contract's personal-conduct and morality clause, which the board insisted on, and he agreed to. But I don't think I'm going to have a hard time convincing anyone."
He pulled her closer and squeezed. "This is hard for me, Livvie, he's my brother." He sighed deeply. "But Ford's not going to get away with this. If it means ousting him as CEO, I will make him pay. He knows I can get the votes."
"Fitz doing that isn't going to change what happened."
"Livvie, he's never been punished for any of the bs he's done and that's partially my fault. I was always there to defend and deflect from his questionable behavior. It's time he answered for all he's done…to me, and others."
Fitz tried to keep the disgust and outrage from his voice.
Olivia leaned back and rested her head on his shoulder, offering him some comfort.
"I don't want you doing anything you may regret, Fitz. You have too much to lose."
"I won't. But Livvie had it not been for Ford, we would've been married and raising our daughter…from birth…together. We were supposed to be together and he ruined everything."
"Babe, you don't know that."
He shook his head. "I believe it. And right now, I can't forgive what he's done."
"Fitz, please…"
"No, Livvie." He interrupted. "Would you forgive that easily? Of anyone?"
Olivia shook her head. She knew all of this was overwhelming for him and he was angry and hurt. His body was tense, still reacting to the rage he felt at finding out what his brother had done. She raised their now joined fingers to her lips and kissed them.
"We're in this together, babe, and we'll do whatever we have to do to get through it."
Fitz was strengthened by her words, and he felt some of his tension lifting.
Olivia rubbed his leg under the water in a comforting manner, while Fitz kissed her nape and her shoulders.
"I love you so much, Livvie," he murmured. Olivia nodded but didn't speak. Instead, she reached for one of the rolled, plush organic washcloths from the towel stand next to the tub. She dipped it in the water before adding bath gel. Starting with his feet, she moved the cloth up his long legs and thighs.
Going up on her knees, she turned and guided the cloth along his broad shoulders and chest, down to his stomach and beneath the water to his growing sex. She heard a light hiss and glanced up at him. His eyes were closed and his head leaned back against the headrest. She kissed him and he opened his eyes and grinned at her.
"You're doing a good job, sweetie."
She chuckled and continued to wash him. Without warning, she wrapped her other hand around his dick and lightly squeezed.
Fitz's eyes snapped open.
"Just checking to see if you're still awake."
"Yes." He dragged out his response.
"Good. Now turn around. I want to wash your back."
Fitz did as she asked. Olivia dipped the cloth into the water again before adding more gel. She then let the water trickle down his back. He moaned in satisfaction.
"That feels good, Livvie."
"Only for you, babe." She kissed the center of his back. "Finished."
Fitz turned around, sat down and pulled her back between his legs. Silently, he reached for the washcloth and squeezed out a generous amount of gel onto it. He started with her shoulders, down her back and around to her breasts. He lifted one leg and washed her foot and then the length of the leg, before moving to the other. She leaned back against his chest and closed her eyes, as she surrendered completely to him.
Fitz dropped the washcloth and used his hands to gently stroke her breasts and her nipples. Olivia gasped in surprise when his hand moved to her most sensitive spot, causing her to arch her back and widened her legs to give him full access. Soon she began to move her hips against his hand. She could feel his dick, long and hard against her back, and she tried to turn around to touch him in the same way he was pleasuring her. But he was determined to make her come, and he continued to massage her, one hand on her breast and the other deep in her core, touching her just the right way, bringing her closer and closer to a climax until her moans were the only sound in the room.
When her body ceased trembling, she was finally able to turn around, straddle his lap and wrap her arms around his neck. She leaned forward to kiss him, rubbing her breasts against his chest as she did so.
"Let's go out to dinner."
She leaned back and looked into his face.
"Tonight?"
"Yes Livvie, tonight."
"Fitz where are we going to get a reservation after six 'o'clock on a Saturday night?"
"You let me worry about that. Just get ready to have an amazing time." He leaned forward and kissed her lips.
"Okay." Olivia slipped her hand between them, moved it lower and took his long, hard dick into her hand. "Now you get ready for an amazing time."
X
Olivia stood in her closet and smiled at the sound of the shower running in her bathroom. Their attempt at bathing together again proved to be too much and they were forced to separate. She'd cupped him in her hand and began jacking him slowly, then faster, then slowly again. He'd moaned, thrusting his hips upward until his orgasm struck, and he cried into her mouth as he spilled himself into the water. They sat in the lukewarm water holding each other until Olivia sat up, stood and stepped from the tub. She walked into the shower to clean herself, and when she walked out, Fitz was still sitting with his eyes closed.
"You okay, babe?
"Mmm," was all he could manage to say.
She smiled as she stood in the mirror to wash and moisturize her face.
He finally stood, climbed out of the tub, and walked to the shower without a word. She left him and went to her closet to find something to wear.
X
Olivia descended the stairs and walked into the family room where Fitz sat on the sofa, waiting for her. His appreciative eyes took in her tight little body in a fuchsia, open back mini halter dress that hugged her and ended just above her knees. The color highlighted her tanned skin. She wore four inch multicolored Weiztman sandals that wrapped around her ankles and tied at the calf, her hair had been styled into its usual profusion of curls that framed her beautiful face, minimal make-up, large gold hoop earrings and Fitz's bracelets completed the look.
As usual, Fitz was flawless, and beyond handsome in a slim-fit, slightly patterned gray suit, pristine white monogrammed button-down, sans tie and brown leather lace-ups. His hair was combed away from his face, putting his features, especially those blue eyes, on display. Looking at him made Olivia want to forget about leaving and taking him right there on the sofa. But tonight was for just the two of them. No kid. No interruptions.
She walked over and stood in front of him.
"Hi," Fitz said in a voice that was pure sex.
"Hi." Olivia was ready to pounce on him.
"You look good enough to eat, Livvie."
"Oh yeah?" She moved closer. "And what do you plan on doing about that?"
Fitz leaned down and whispered near her ear. "Satisfy my appetite." He nibbled on her ear.
Olivia moaned. "Mmmmm."
Fitz pulled back and gave her a wicked grin.
She poked him in the chest. "Oh no, mister, we don't have time for that. Let's go."
He pouted, reminding her of their daughter. She laughed at his antics before turning and heading for garage.
X
"Braza Bistro and Lounge," Olivia said, reading the sign. "How'd you find this place?"
"Sergio Arias,"
Vida's father, Olivia mused.
"I asked him to recommend a place with good food and dancing. He said Braza serves authentic Brazillian cuisine and cocktails and dancing to live music."
Olivia squeezed his hand as her hips moved to the pulsing beat.
He leaned down so she could hear him above the music. "Plus I figured you'd like a little samba dancing since you were listening to Bossa Nova this morning."
They approached the hostess stand and Fitz gave her his name. She apologized and advised there would be a fifteen minute wait. They decided to wait at the bar. Fitz pulled out a chair for Olivia, and ordered drinks.
Olivia took a sip of the Argentinian wine he'd ordered and looked around at the crowd. The dance floor was filled with people dancing samba. She marveled at the many styles and moves.
"Thank you, Fitz, for finding something different and fun for us to do. I haven't gone out dancing since…" she looked directly into his eyes, "Antigua."
They looked at one another, each remembering that trip five years ago.
"Now I usually dance around the house with Elle."
The look she gave Fitz made him smile, and he leaned down and kissed her.
"Anytime. And in that dress, I can't wait to hold you close."
She shivered, and he saw her nipples pucker.
"This is one of the few dresses I own that doesn't require underwear."
Fitz coughed and sputtered, almost choking on the premium whiskey he was drinking.
"What?" He asked behind an incredulous gasp. "Seriously?"
Olivia nodded before taking a sip of her wine.
"How am I supposed to get through the evening with that information?"
She shrugged, giving him a mischievous grin. "Very carefully?"
Olivia laughed while Fitz groaned. He was losing his mind as he felt tightening in a certain area. The hostess approached them and Fitz was grateful because he was on the verge of embarrassing himself, and his date.
"Mr. Grant, your table is ready. Follow me please."
They were led to their table and Fitz watched her walk ahead of him. His gaze was fixed on her backside with every step she took. She looked so good in that dress. He hadn't been able to keep his eyes off her since she'd walked into the family room earlier.
Fitz seated Olivia and then took the seat next to her. The hostess assured them that their waitress would be right over. Olivia looked around. They were seated at a small table in a dark corner, per Fitz's request. He moved closer to her and wrapped his arm around her shoulders.
"Isn't this cozy?" He sure felt cozy, and aroused. And if they were home, she'd be on her back with him between her legs.
"Yes." She sighed and looked at him, unable to hide the lust and desire in her voice.
That look and that sigh went directly to his dick making his pants tight again.
He drained his glass. "Are you ready to hit the dance floor?"
She drank the last of her wine and nodded.
"Let's go."
Fitz laughed and rose to assist Olivia. He followed her and watched as she did a two-stepped version of the samba to the dance floor, in time to the beat. Once there, he turned Olivia to face him, held out one hand and put the other on her lower bare back. They moved along in a dance that was slow, sensual and sexy, as she followed his lead.
After a few minutes she turned her back to him, raising her arms and dancing without a care. He stood behind her, his groin to her backside, his hands on her waist. Her seductive moves were sending signals to his nether region. His semi-hardened erection ground against her behind, stealing her breath.
"That's what you do to me, Livvie," he whispered near her ear.
Olivia turned to face Fitz and wrapped her arms around his neck. He placed his hands on her hips as they moved together to the pulsating beat. When the song ended, he dipped her dramatically and kissed her. His actions elicited cat calls from the other patrons. They both laughed and left the dance floor.
Olivia felt a rush of sexual desire as they returned to their table, hand in hand. Fitz had given her one of the most sensual experiences of her life on the dance floor, holding her close and grinding against her. The deep thump of the music vibrated through her body and with Fitz added to the mix, she was close to climaxing during the samba.
"That was fun!"
Fitz pulled out her chair and seated her before sitting. They were close enough that their shoulders touched. He rested his hand on her thigh and leaned over to kiss her. The kiss was short and sweet, which was good because anything more would have embarrassed them both.
"Dancing with you is an experience, Livvie."
She laughed. "A good or bad experience?"
"Very, very good," he whispered, and kissed her again. When he sat back, she was looking at him, eyes filled with hunger.
"You're just trying to flatter me, Mr. Grant," she said with a soft chuckle.
"Is it working?" His large hand was now moving up her thigh, closer to her core…where she throbbed for him.
"Maybe." She said coyly.
Their waitress chose that moment to return with their food. She gracefully slid their hot plates on the table in front of them. Olivia's Frango Agri-Doce and Fitz's Picanha steak with chimichurri. They each took a bite of their dinner and moaned simultaneously.
"This place is a keeper," she said.
"Agreed."
They finished their dinner and after a shared dessert of a Torta Brigadeiro, they took to the dance floor again. For almost an hour they danced along with other couples, without a care. Fitz spun Olivia over the dance floor in a spirited samba.
When the samba beat slowed down to a love song, Olivia snuggled into Fitz's arms. He noticed the faraway look in her eyes.
"Oh no," his voice invaded her thoughts. She smiled up at him.
"No, what?"
"No thinking about our daughter. This is our night. No Elliott, no family drama, and no responsibilities. It's just us. Okay?" He squeezed her tightly in his arms.
She laid her head on his chest. "Okay."
They had just made their way back to their table when Olivia stood and excused herself before heading to the ladies room.
Fitz watched Olivia's retreating back with a combination of pride and desire. She was sexy, and she was his. When she was out of his sight, he signaled for the check.
Olivia returned, and instead of taking the seat next to his, she placed her hand on his shoulder and whispered near his ear.
"Let's get out of here."
Fitz nodded and stood. Wrapping an arm around her waist, they walked towards the exit. As they waited for the valet, he pulled her closer and kissed her forehead. Closing her eyes, Olivia relaxed into him. He felt and smelled so good.
"You samba very well, Livvie," he said looking at her upturned face.
"You didn't do so bad yourself, mister."
"Well I was just trying to keep up with you."
When the valet drove up in Fitz's SUV, he helped her onto the passenger seat before rounding the vehicle and climbing behind the wheel.
"Where are we headed?" he asked.
"Home."
Fitz nodded and drove off in the direction of Shepherd Park. He hoped and prayed that the night wasn't over.
X
"Can you believe she was still awake?" Olivia asked Fitz as they entered her home through the garage.
Cecily had called, while they were in the car, because Elliott had awakened and couldn't fall back to sleep without talking to them. When they hadn't heard from her before bedtime, they thought everything was okay Apparently it wasn't.
"She just needed to hear our voices, Livvie. She dozed off before we ended the call."
"I know. She loves her tante, and spending time with the other kids is fun, but she misses us and home after being away too long."
'Well I miss her too," Fitz said.
"Tell me about it. And knowing she isn't safely tucked in her bedroom upstairs doesn't help. Of course this isn't the first time she's slept away from home, but when she does, I'm always thinking, what if she needs me during the night."
Fitz walked over and pulled her into his arms. Olivia continued.
"Honestly, I'm not surprised Cecily called. In fact, I was expecting it. We didn't really talk this morning and I knew she would probably need to say goodnight to us both. Of course I know will Cis will take excellent care of her, but I still miss my baby."
"Well I don't like the idea of her being homesick," Fitz added, testily.
Olivia chuckled. "Two more sleeps, Mr. Grant, and your princess will be home."
Fitz laughed out loud. He'd told their daughter the same thing.
"She's fine, Fitz."
"I know. I'm just ready for her to come home."
Olivia silently agreed.
"Well enough about our daughter, who's now sleeping soundly," Fitz said before he kissed her nose and then walked over to the bar.
"Would you like a drink?" he asked, as he poured himself a double shot.
Olivia shook her head before walking across the room and sinking down onto the sofa. She bent over and removed her shoes and curled her feet beneath her. She watched as Fitz walked toward her with his usual self-assured swagger, and sat down next to her. He pulled her close and she laid her head on his shoulder.
"I had a great time tonight, Fitz. Thank you."
He kissed her hair. "Anytime, babe. After last night, I just felt that we needed to do something fun to take our minds off of my brother and his treacherous, duplicitous behavior. If only for a few hours."
Olivia surprised him when she reached for his glass and took a long sip. She handed it back and noticed the look on her face.
Sitting up and moving away, she turned to face him. Fitz knew that look. It was the look she got when something was bothering her, and she wanted to discuss it, but wasn't sure how to say it. He looked at her and waiting, silently encouraging her to speak.
I love him.
Olivia knew it was the truth. Of that she was sure. She loved Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III. It was a deep and profound love, and she needed to tell him. Now.
"I love you, Fitz. I always have, and I always will."
He looked at her before dropping his head and biting back a smile.
I know. "You do?" he asked, finally able to look at her again.
"Yes," she admitted, looking him directly in beautiful blue eyes. "It's time I told you."
"I agree," Fitz said, giving her that familiar grin. He was shocked that he was able to play it so cool when he truly felt nervous and emotional. He reached out for her but she didn't move.
"No," she said, holding up her hand. "Let me finish." She took deep breath. "Since the night of Harry's rehearsal dinner, I've been fighting against this. I never told you, but I thought about you almost every after that. When I saw you six months later in L.A., I was shocked but I was also happy."
This was news to Fitz. She'd made him work hard for a date. He smiled as she continued.
"I had no business getting into another relationship when I hadn't really dealt with the fallout of my broken engagement. I wasn't in a good place," she said. Her eyes filled with tears as she thought about that time in her life. "I wasn't open to love."
They stared at each other.
"But the mistake I made was thinking I would never be open to love again," Olivia said as she moved closer to him. "I should have realized that my ex was taking up a place meant for you, and that the break-up allowed you to be sent into my life."
Fitz reached out and pulled her on to his lap. He looked down into her beautiful face and she pressed her body closer to his before kissing him lightly on the chin.
"I love you, Fitz."
He didn't think he'd ever get tired of hearing her say those three words.
"When you came back into my life, I realized that I hadn't given up on love. I just didn't want to settle for anything less than what I had with you."
"I've waited so long to hear those words from you, Livvie. Say them again."
"I love you," she said then kissed him.
"Again," he whispered.
Straddling his lap, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him once, twice over and over until he lost track. With each kiss, she whispered the words he thought he'd never hear from her.
"I love you."
Fitz had never felt more alive in his life as he stood with Olivia in his arms. He kissed her deeply as he held onto to her thighs, pushing her dress up to her waist. Just like the many other times they'd come together, they couldn't ignore or deny their intense passion for one another. And right now, they were lost in it. Enjoying it, and realizing that they never wanted to lose it again. Absence had certainly made their hearts grow fonder. He quietly walked them towards the stairs and up to her bedroom. No further words were spoken, because no words were needed.
X
"I'm sorry, Fitz," Olivia whispered, as she took his face into her hands the way their daughter did when she wanted his undivided attention. "I was so stupid not to trust you…"
"Shh." He lowered his head and kissed her lips as he used his hands to spread her legs wider and guide his dick in and out of her core. Leaning back, he watched the contortions on her face as he moved in and out of her like a well-oiled machine.
"Wait, baby, wait. Too deep, Fitz," she moaned, reaching out to place a hand on his toned stomach.
Fitz gave her a wolfish grin. "I'm sorry, Livvie. I just can't get enough of you." He bent down and kissed her lips.
"It's okay, baby. Take all you want," she said before placing kisses along his jawline and chin. She brought her legs from his waist and pressed her feet into the mattress and began circling her hips and wet core around his slick hardness.
"Oh, Livvie," Fitz gasped, his face filled with surprised and pleasure as her walls massaged him. He loved how she was a mix of sophistication and sex. Innocence and boldness. Lady and, dare he think it, freak.
Olivia's eyes rolled back into her head at the feel of Fitz's dick thrusting deeper and deeper inside of her as she clutched his back. She lost all control of her body in that moment as she bucked and arched off the bed.
"Oh God." She gasped. "Don't stop." Fitz's thrusts inside her were getting choppy and she knew that he was close. She ground around him, wanting to feel every inch of him.
"I know, baby, I know," he grunted, his hips slamming against hers. He watched the emotions flicker across her face and felt her core grip him tighter. "Oh, Livvie, he moaned."
She looked up at him, her face filled with ecstasy as she grasped his hard and sweaty back tightly.
Fitz leaned down and took her lips in another hot kiss. The combination of Olivia's tongue and the work of her hips nearly sent him over the edge. But he held back his orgasm as he felt the rising climax Olivia was about to experience.
"Come for me, baby," he whispered as he held back. Spasms filled her core, and wave after wave of pleasure vibrated over body. And as she tightened her walls surrounding him, he couldn't hold back anymore. Fitz released himself at the same time she screamed his name. He held her tightly as he buried his face in her neck, groaning long and low as his dick throbbed with explosive release.
"I love you. I love you so much," he whispered against her throat, between kisses.
She leaned back from him and caressed the side of his handsome face. "And I love you," she countered softly.
He kissed her again, knowing that her love for him was absolute.
X
Monday morning, Olivia sat at the island in her kitchen sipping her tea and shamelessly watching Fitz's tight ass as he bent over and removed items from the refrigerator to make breakfast. To think, she had once been afraid of showing her emotions around him. Today she felt freer and happier. Things she hadn't felt in a long time.
Closing the door, Fitz turned to see her appreciative gaze, and raised his brows.
"What? You have a nice ass, Mr. Grant."
Fitz grinned at her. Setting the ingredients for the spinach, bacon, and cheese quiche aside, he walked around the island and stood in front of her.
"You think so, huh?"
She looked at him over the rim of her mug.
"Yes I do."
He stepped closer to her and removed the mug from her hands before pulling her into her arms.
"Fitz," she whined. "I'm hungry. If you don't stop now, we won't be eating anytime soon, and you know it."
"Hmm, I might consider it, but you have to stop looking at me like that."
"Well one of us has to be sensible," she said as she watched him walk to the other side of the island.
"We both know it's not going to be me," Fitz deadpanned and they both laughed.
Fitz and Olivia had been doing a lot of laughing in the last thirty-six hours. They'd spent most of Sunday in bed. Only hunger had driven them out. They completed the New York Times crossword puzzle together…in ink, and Fitz had given her one of his special massages and she'd returned the favor, although his was much better. And they talked. They talked about any and everything, and in between it all, they'd made a lot of love.
The couple left their self-imposed cocoon early Sunday evening to have dinner with Olivia's parents, paternal grandparents and her ninety-eight year old great-grandmother, Genevieve Pope, whom everyone affectionately called, 'Gem.' They had been lounging on the sofa in Olivia's sitting area after a shower when The Maya called and extended the invitation. Fitz readily agreed to go. He'd met Spencer and Big Olivia, as she was called, and couldn't wait to meet Gem.
The elder Popes were waiting to be seated when the couple arrived at the restaurant. Gem looked Fitz up and down then nodded approvingly, before patting the seat next to her motioning for him to sit. The old girl was tiny but not frail, and was full of vitality. She was a firecracker.
For the next few minutes Olivia watched as her Gem flirted outrageously with Fitz. She was preening from his attention. Olivia couldn't hear what they were saying but at one point, Gem broke out in joyful laughter at something Fitz said. She patted his arm. "Oh I like you." Fitz leaned over and kissed her smooth, soft cheek.
What is she saying to him? And more importantly, what is he saying to her?
"You're just dying to know what they're talking about, aren't you?" Maya Pope asked her daughter.
Olivia nodded.
"Well with Gem, you never know," Maya said with a chuckle.
"That's what I'm afraid of." They both laughed before Maya assured Olivia that Gem wouldn't say anything inappropriate, at least not today.
That didn't make Olivia feel any better.
"How are you holding up?" Olivia asked him as they followed the hostess and the rest of their party to their table. When he'd seated her, she noticed that he hadn't answered her question.
But Fitz's thoughts were elsewhere. There surrounded by her family, he wanted her. He wanted to kiss her and feel her, and hear the moans she made when she was aroused.
"Fitz?"
"Yes Livvie?"
"Are you okay? Did Gem say something?" she asked, with a puzzled look on her face.
"No, absolutely not. She's just like her name, a Gem. She reminds me a lot of Senior, says whatever's on her mind."
"Well she's known for her candor. That's where Cecily gets it."
He leaned over and kissed her cheek. "Everything's fine Livvie, really."
"Good," she sighed with relief. "What were the two of you talking about, anyway?"
"What's said between Gem and Fitz stays between Gem and Fitz."
She looked at him, unable to believe he'd used her own words against her.
He laughed. "Close your mouth, darling."
Later during dinner, Gem had asked Fitz when he was going to become her great-grandson-in-love. He and Olivia looked like deer caught in headlights, especially when the other four occupants of the table looked on, waiting for an answer. They both knew that marriage was the next step for them, but they hadn't discussed it. It was probably the only thing they hadn't.
"Well I just hope I'm still alive when my next great-great-grandbaby is born," she said mischievously.
"Gem!" Olivia almost choked on the water she was sipping.
Her Gem shrugged. "What Libby?"
"You do know my sister's seven months pregnant, right?"
"Well we're not talking about Cecily right now, we're talking about you."
Fitz interrupted their exchange. "We'll see what we can do, Gem," he said as he squeezed Olivia's hand. That seemed to satisfy Gem and they made it through dinner and dessert without any additional questions about their personal lives. As everyone was leaving the restaurant, Fitz and Olivia had promised to bring Elliott for a visit, so they could play the piano together again. They would keep that promise.
They'd spoken with their daughter earlier before coming downstairs, and neither could wait to see her. She would be home later that afternoon.
Fitz looked up from chopping green onions to glance at Olivia as she scrolled on her tablet. This was a different Olivia. She seemed to move a little lighter, easier, as if an enormous weight had been lifted from her small shoulders. He hadn't realized how much hurt and anger she'd been carrying. Her anger towards him and what had happened to them, partially because of his brother, had dissipated. That was the first step in moving forward.
As Fitz whisked eggs for the quiche, he felt at peace for the first time in a long time. His Livvie loved him. He shook his head. It felt good to be loved by the woman you loved. And Olivia was the woman he was deeply and unconditionally in love with. She was the woman who'd stolen his heart from the moment he'd met her. And honestly, he couldn't remember a time when it wasn't hers. He couldn't believe she was back in his life and that he'd been given a second chance to make her his once again. For that, he would forever be grateful.
X
Fitz answered the door to Olivia's home later that afternoon while she was closed up in her office. He knew who it was, and before the door was fully opened his baby girl was in his arms.
"Daddy!"
"Hi, princess," he said excitedly. She squealed uncontrollably when he tossed her in the air. When she was back in his arms the laughter continued as she held on while Fitz tickled her.
Cecily stood by laughing at the picture they made.
Fitz kissed his daughter's cheek. "I missed your face, little girl."
Elliott returned the kiss. "I missed your face too, Daddy."
After the two Grants finished their lovefest, Fitz walked over to Cecily and kissed her cheek.
"Hello, Cecily. How are you?"
"Pregnant."
Fitz laughed at Cecily's remark.
"Still your happy, contented pregnant self, I see." They both laughed.
Moving Elliott to his hip, Fitz took Cecily's elbow and led her into the family room to the sofa and helped her sit.
"Where's August?" he asked, looking over his shoulder.
"He's getting patootie's bags." She looked around. "Where's my sister?"
"She's on a cal…"
"Here I am!" Olivia said as she walked into the room.
"Mommy!" Elliott squealed before she scrambled out of her father's arms and ran to her mother. She practically climbed onto Olivia, trying to get her little arms around her neck.
"Hi, sweet pea," Olivia said as she bent and lifted her daughter into her arms. Elliott wrapped her legs around her mother's waist, holding on as she walked them both further into the family room.
"I didn't think we were ever going to get home," Elliott informed her, rolling her eyes dramatically.
The adults laughed as Olivia continued to squeeze her baby in her arms and press kisses all over her little face.
August walked into the room and kissed Olivia's cheek before shaking Fitz's hand.
"Tootie's things are in the foyer," he said to Fitz.
"Thanks, I'll get them later."
Fitz watched as Olivia walked over and leaned down to kiss her sister's cheek before sitting on the edge of the sofa next to her, with Elliott straddling her lap. The little girl was hugging and pressing against her mother, as if trying to become a part of her.
"Can I get anyone anything to drink?" Fitz asked. Cecily and Olivia shook their heads, no.
"August? Beer?"
"Sure, Fitz," he answered and both men headed to the kitchen.
Cecily watched her sister and her niece. Elliott had her mother's undivided attention as she told her all about her time on the beach. Olivia's eyes were bright with love and affection as she listened to her daughter, and played with her braids.
After a few minutes, when Elliott came up for air, Cecily asked her to get her a glass of water.
"Okay, tante." She climbed down from her mother's lap and skipped off to kitchen, beads clacking.
Olivia sat back on the sofa and turned to look at her sister.
"Thank you, Cis. She obviously had a very good time."
"Lib you know you don't have to thank me. August and I always enjoy spending time with patootie. She's been our best practice for this," she said, pointing at her round belly, "for four and a half years."
Olivia leaned over and placed her hand on her sister's very pregnant belly. "How's my nephew anyway?"
August walked into the room just as she asked the question. He winked at Olivia before placing the glass of water his wife had requested on the side table. The Lankfords had chosen not to find out their baby's gender. They wanted to be surprised. Of course that didn't stop Olivia from insisting it was boy. Secretly, August did too.
"The baby's fine. Kicking up a storm, doing somersaults and basically keeping me awake at night."
Olivia nodded. "I remember those days. My baby loved to party at Club In Utero late at night, for at least an hour."
Cecily chuckled. "Well your niece or nephew loves having dance parties and tap dancing on my bladder."
"I'm sorry, Cis," Olivia said sympathetically "It'll all be worth it in the end."
"I know, Lib."
"You look cute by the way." Cecily was wearing a pleated, loose maxi dress in coral. It tied on each shoulder and dipped in the back. She wasn't letting pregnancy affect her style.
Cecily laughed, rubbing her belly. "I don't feel cute. I feel like I ate a gigantic balloon" She grinned at her sister. "And I couldn't be happier."
Olivia laughed with her. "I can tell." She took her hand. "I'm so happy for you, Cissy. Now I'm just waiting on my nephew to get here."
"You and me both. I can't wait to get back into regular clothes again."
"I remember that feeling too."
Cecily reached for the glass of water and took a long drink.
Olivia watched her quietly. This was the person who'd always watched over her. She was always the "quiet one," but her big sister was one of the most outgoing, fun loving people you'd ever meet. She was Cecily's little sister but Cecily never made her feel as if she had to exist in her shadow. She never made her feel small. God she loved her. And she couldn't wait for them to experience the beautiful, exhausting and rewarding journey of motherhood together.
Cecily set the glass down and took a deep breath. "Now that we've got the chit-chatting out of the way, what's going with you and Fitz?"
Olivia knew it was only a matter of time. She looked at her sister with a coy smile.
Cecily stopped her before she could speak. "And before you deny anything, let me just say, you're wearing the glow of satisfaction. Just looking at you I can tell something's changed. You are shining light from the inside."
Olivia couldn't deny it if she wanted to, and she didn't want to.
Cecily gave her a knowing look before saying, "I told you, hot and steamy does the trick every time, doesn't it?"
"Hell, yes," Olivia said. She didn't even pretend like she didn't know what her sister was talking about.
They both looked at one another and Cecily gave Olivia the "I ain't mad atcha" look, and they both started laughing.
"We've been allowing things to unfold naturally."
"Good." Cecily smiled at her little sister. "You look happy, Lib."
"Because I am," she responded simply.
Cecily leaned over and hugged her sister to her, her eyes filled with tears. Something she was doing a lot of lately. She didn't know what had happened with her sister and Fitz, but Olivia seemed like a different person. Maybe her sister had forgiven Fitz and they were moving on, together. That made her happy. Elliott deserved to have both her parents together.
"Listen Lib, I won't pry. If you're happy, I'm happy. Just know that when and if you're ready to talk, I'm always here."
Olivia laid her head on her sister's bare shoulder. "I know," she said softly. "Thank you, Cissy."
She would tell Cecily about Ford's web of deceit at another time.
They sat quietly talking until Fitz and August walked into the room. Elliott had fallen asleep in her father's arms.
"Well mama, it's time to get you home so the two of you can eat," August said as he assisted his wife to her feet.
Olivia stood and grabbed Fitz's hand as they followed the Lankfords to the front door. Fitz and Olivia thanked them again for inviting their daughter on the trip.
Cecily walked over to Fitz and kissed Elliott's cheek, and then his. A surprised Fitz looked at Olivia and she shrugged. He chuckled before bidding them goodbye and going upstairs to lay Elliott down.
The sisters hugged before Olivia walked them to the door and watched them get into their vehicle and drive away. She closed and locked the door before picking up Elliott's things and going upstairs to join her little family.