There's More
"Hi."
He smiled up at her. His wife. He wondered if the sheer amazement that he was married to her would ever become mundane? God, he hoped not. "Hi. What's got you in such a good mood this morning?"
"It's always a good morning when I wake up beside my handsome husband." Olivia leaned down and rubbed her nose alongside his. He was warm and naked and all hers.
"You're not exactly beside me though, are you?" Fitz knew that look on her face and the smile on his doubled in size. His hands slid up the bare skin on the back of her legs, over her firm ass, and came to rest on her back. Desire began to stir inside him.
She pretended to be shocked, but her playful smile was matching his with every second. "Oh my. Look at that! How do you think that happened?"
He was hard as iron and full of need for her. His hands slid from her back to her hips. "I know exactly how it happened. You thought you'd climb Mount Fitzgerald and find your glorious peak."
She giggled at him. He wasn't wrong. She wanted him all the damn time now. It was astounding how much now that the morning sickness was gone. "Are you going to help me get there?"
Fitz held her firmly and rolled the two of them, tangling their bodies in the sheets in the process. He felt his wife's legs immediately open wide as her fingers threaded through his shorter curls on the back of his neck. She had been quite vocal about her displeasure at his haircut for the wedding. Her frustration at the lack of something to tug on had one hand traveling down to his butt. He might keep his hair shorter for a while longer.
Feeling her hand kneading his skin while holding him in place with the other one had Fitz groan in pleasure while he mentally offered up a prayer of thanks. She was a bit more desperate for him this morning than usual. This stage of her pregnancy was nothing short of amazing to their sex life. It had started almost two weeks ago. The nausea had stopped and she stopped picking at the food on her plate. She was starving all the time now. For food and for sex.
Instead of answering her question, he quickly pecked her lips and slid down her body, underneath the tangled covers. He kissed the inside of her thighs and felt the muscles in her legs tighten in anticipation of where she wanted his mouth most. Pushing her legs open as wide as they would go, Fitz dipped his head and his tongue went to work.
Olivia writhed and wiggled as the gift of his magical tongue worked her over in the most amazing way possible. She may have screamed the moment he inserted one of his long thick fingers deep inside her. The quick movements of his tongue combined with the sensation of the repetitive movement in and out of her body was making her dizzy and breathless.
"Fitz!" She moaned his name like a prayer.
She was close, he could tell. Nothing encouraged him to drive Olivia to orgasm better than hearing her pant his name in a voiced laced with breathless desire. His tongue moved faster.
"Oh god! Yes! Yes! That's..." She gripped his barely there curls as her breath came out in a whoosh. Her body convulsed while her muscles tightened and released repeatedly. She needed oxygen just as much as she desperately needed him to do it all over again.
With a new mission on his mind, Fitz wiped his mouth with his hand and slithered up his wife's little overheated body. As she sucked in air like someone who had been underwater for a long period of time, he settled himself between her legs and slid inside of her. A contented groan rumbled from his chest. She felt like heaven.
Olivia looked up at her husband. He was in rare form this morning, taking care of business in the most incredible ways. He always took care of her, but this morning felt nothing short of magical. It made her want to return the favor in a like manner. She would have to get up, but he felt amazing inside of her. Her greedy side wanted a few minutes more.
Finally, she mumbled, "just a sec" before propping herself up on her elbows.
Caught off guard, Fitz quickly backed away from her as his eyes darted across her body. "Liv? What is it? What's the matter? Is it the baby? Did I hurt you? Is everything alright?"
Giving him a smile, she got to her feet and held out her hand to him. "I'm fine. I just need...a change of scenery."
The first thing that went through his mind was thank God she's fine. The second was the realization that she was being playful this morning. In a mock accusatory tone Fitz said, "you don't like the scenery? That's a first."
"Stop talking and follow me." She led him into the bathroom and turned on the large shower. "Come on."
Opening the glass door, the two of them stepped inside. Their hands immediately reached for the other and they got under the spray of steamy water. "This feels so good." he told her.
When he reached his hands up to slick his hair back, Olivia sank to her knees. She gripped the sides of his legs and took him into her mouth. This time it was she who had caught him off guard, and she was pleased with herself for doing so.
This little temptress was up to all sorts of no good this morning, and Fitz was here for it. He inhaled sharply and his hand found its way into the wet curls at the back of her head. Her mouth was nothing short of extraordinary as she worked him harder by the second. "Livvie" he choked out.
"MmmHmmm" she replied, knowing the vibrations would send him into overload.
"Fuck, that feels good." He braced his other hand against the wall and dropped his head to watch her work. When he felt himself getting near to the edge, he pulled away from her. It was a nice little payback to see the surprise on her face.
He needed to be buried deep inside of her right now! After helping Olivia up to her feet, Fitz put his hands on her hips and spun her around. Her hands automatically splayed on the cool side of the shower wall, anticipating him. Gripping her hips even tighter, Fitz drove into his wife with one hard thrust.
Olivia cried out at the delicious feeling of being physically connected to him again. "Harder!"
He gave her harder until several moments later, they both groaned loudly, finding their blissful endings within seconds of each other. Fitz held onto Olivia and sank to the floor, bringing her onto his lap in the process. "Holy fuck that was mind blowing."
"I should feel exhausted." Olivia began.
"You're not?" He asked in disbelief.
"Just the opposite. I'm revved up and ready to tackle this day. I hope that doesn't hurt your feelings?"
"I can't feel anything right now." he joked. "That was other level sex, Liv. Thank..."
"Don't thank me for sex. It's weird. And unnecessary. Besides, we both took care of each other."
"Good point. What's on your agenda today?"
"I've got to do some menial end of year stuff, do a final re-read on our announcement of being married for three glorious..."
"Absolutely spectacular."
She grinned at him before pecking his lips. "Three gloriously spectacular months, and announce the pregnancy."
That word always involuntarily brought his hand to her belly. It rested there as she finished explaining her day. "And then I've got to pack my sexy stuff for the honeymoon."
"There's no need for that, Liv. It's not going to stay on you long enough to be appreciated anyways." He grinned at her, watching as she leaned forward and kissed him under the spray of the water. "God, I love you."
"I love you too. Infinitely. What does your day look like?"
He helped her to her feet and they began washing up. "The team and I have a meeting with Alena's people this morning. We're handing everything over to them now that she's been elected. We just need to collect our paycheck and that will be the end of our ties with her. Then the four of us are going to go over the seating arrangement as well as every other detail for the wedding someone decided to have televised."
Olivia stuck her tongue out at him.
"After that, I have a meeting with Secret Service at one to go over the honeymoon itinerary one last time, and be in the East Room by four for the wedding rehearsal with everyone in tow Why did we invite all of my co-workers?"
"Because Abby did the seating arrangement to perfection, Harrison dealt with the details you and I forgot to cover, and Huck ran extensive background checks on every attendee. Not to mention the fact that he's..."
"Please don't say it again."
"Giving me away?" she asked with a smile. "Something tells me that is the highest irritant."
"I can't even begin to tell you how high." Squeezing a generous amount of shampoo into his palm, Fitz immediately remembered that he didn't need that much anymore. Scrubbing his scalp, he added, "I've got to get the tickets for our getaway from Harrison, have Abby pick up my suitcase from the house, and then Huck and I will ride together to the rehearsal at five, where I will see you again."
She put her arms around his neck and got up on her tiptoes as the water beat down on his lathered hair. "The rehearsal is going to be fun. A few people of the press will be there to document it. And then we'll have dinner for the wedding party up at the residence, and one more sleep until we are man and wife."
"We already are man and wife." He reminded her.
"I have loved being secretly married to you."
"Have you?"
"MmmHmm. It's very sexy sharing such a big secret with just one other person."
"I have loved being your secret sex slave for the past three months too." he said, giving her a lopsided grin.
Her mind was beginning to wander back to their earlier activities. She wanted him again.
"Stop it." Fitz told her, knowing full well what she was thinking. "We don't have time for more of that right now."
"Are you denying the President of the United States of America something she wants?" Olivia demanded.
"How long are you going to use that on me?"
"For as long as we both shall live." She said grinning.
"Married life is the best life." He lifted her into his arms and pushed her back up against the wall of the shower, driving himself into her.
Two hours later, Fitz rode up the elevator at Grant and Associates, wearing a smug grin that he could not seem to lose. His mind was full of all the satisfying things he and Olivia had done to each other that morning. He was tempted to go back to the White House, pull her out of whatever meeting she was in and carry her back up to the residence and do it all again. But they both had things to do. Besides, they had their whole lives to start their mornings off however they pleased.
When the metal doors slid soundlessly open, Huck was standing there to greet him. One look at the expression on Fitz's face had Huck scowling. "You're in a good mood."
"I have lots of reasons to be in a good mood. I'm getting married to my wife tomorrow, we're getting away from everything for three days, Christmas is just around the corner, and I'm going to be a dad soon."
"Don't forget we have a bachelor party planned tonight."
"I'm not really..."
"Liv said you should go." Huck said abruptly.
"Stop texting my wife, asshole."
"Jealous much?"
"Gentlemen!" Harrison chimed, walking up to the two men. "Are we ready for tonight?"
"He doesn't want to go." Huck informed him.
Harrison had been counting down the days to a much-needed outing with the guys. It was happening or he would lose his mind. Turning on his charm and his megawatt smile, Harrison turned to Fitz. "Dude. We need this."
"Harrison, just go out with Huck for drinks tonight. You really don't need me to go in order for you to have some fun."
"True, but you need this too. You're too tightly wound. I'm afraid if you don't let off some steam that you'll crash and burn soon."
"I know how to let off some steam." Fitz informed them with a grin.
"Gross. He doesn't mean sex." Huck stated with a scowl.
"What happened to your girlfriend...uhhh...shit, what was her name again?"
"Quinn."
"Yea, Quinn. Stop telling me sex is gross when you know damn well that you and Quinn are like two peas in a very sexy pod most nights." Fitz said with a smug look.
"Shut up." Huck shot back.
"Come on, Fitz. Don't make scary spice kill you with a bendy straw. Come out with us." Harrison was practically begging now.
"Harrison." Fitz whined his name, sounding like a petulant child.
"We'll go for one drink. If you don't want to stay with us after that, then no hard feelings. You can go back to the White House and be the big spoon with the President. Like a boring ass married guy."
"We'll see." Fitz told them. He hoped that was enough to get them to drop the subject.
"What are we talking about out here?" Abby asked, walking up to the trio.
"Nothing."
"Nope."
"Uh uh."
"So...sex then." She said grinning at each of them.
"One drink and then I'm free to go?" Fitz asked, changing the subject.
"You have my word as a gentleman." Harrison answered smoothly. "If I think about it, you've got to take off those fucking suspenders before we leave." Fitz told him, gesturing to them. "You look like Barney Fife."
"Barney Fife never got as much..." Harrison caught Abby's eye and chose his words more carefully. "Lady friends as I do."
"Yea, okay." Huck chuckled.
Abby reached over and snapped one against his chest. "I dunno. They are kinda cute on him."
"See." Harrison said, grinning.
"You're full of shit, Abs."
"They are!" She shot back. "Neither one of you could carry them off as well as he does though. Don't be jealous. It's his niche."
"That means..." Harrison began with a grin.
"Shut up!" Fitz and Huck said in unison.
"It's one drink, Fitz."
"We'll talk about it later. Can we do some work now?"
"Somebody needs a drink." Abby said, making a face.
Fitz shot her a scowl but said nothing.
"What? It's true." Abby insisted.
"Why did I hire the two of you? I only had one smartass to deal with. Now I have three." Fitz veered off into his office to gather what was left of his sanity.
The wedding rehearsal was in the East Room at four. Fitz and Huck went to the White House early so both of them could change clothes for the rehearsal. There was enough pressure knowing he was marrying the most powerful woman on Earth. That was doubled knowing their wedding would be televised for the world to see. Everything had to be perfect.
Fitz had his dress pants on, but still unzipped, while he worked on the buttons at his wrists. Huck walked into the living room wearing dress pants and a nice shirt. He even had on a suit jacket. Fitz glanced over at Huck and then back down at the tiny white buttons before his head snapped back up to inspect his co worker. "Holy shit. You clean up good."
"Shut the hell up, asshole. You've seen me in a suit before." Huck said rolling his eyes. "Hurry up and get your ass dressed. I'm not being late because of you."
"You act like you're the one getting married." Fitz mumbled under his breath. Tugging the zipper up he asked one final question. "Do you have the rings?"
"Not on me." Huck said with sass. "Don't worry. They're safe."
"Asshole. Let's go."
The two men entered the East Wing with Fitz's Secret Service agents close behind. Olivia was already there, talking to the press. She finished what she was saying and made her way to her husband. She was just as ready as Fitz to get this over and done with. Olivia pecked his lips, wiggled her eyebrows, and asked, "are you ready to do this thing, Mr. Grant?"
Fitz's arms went around her waist and he pulled her close while giving her that lopsided smile. "I'm ditching the guys tonight to do this thing for as long and as hard as you can want it."
Olivia pulled her head back and gave him a confused look. "Why would you do that? I want you to go have fun with them."
"I just..."
"Excuse me, Madam President?" A young woman said, interrupting them. "We need to know where you want these flowers to go?"
"Of course." Olivia gave her a smile and took a step towards her. Turning back to Fitz, she said, "we're not done talking about this."
They went through the ceremony twice, making one minor tweak, and feeling very pleased with it over all. The event coordinators stayed making sure everything was perfectly in place for the real thing tomorrow. Everyone else in attendance was invited up to the residence for the rehearsal dinner.
Once their little group was seated around the large dining table in the residence, Olivia stood and held her glass of apple juice up. "Fitz and I would like to thank each of you for all your hard work to make tomorrow an exceptionally memorable day for us. Tomorrow the world will celebrate us, but tonight we are celebrating you. Cheers!"
The group all said, "cheers" together before taking a sip of their drinks.
The food was brought out and placed in front of each of them. Prime rib, creamy mashed potatoes, and asparagus made for a hearty and beautiful dinner. The food was perfection and the conversation flowed easily. It made Olivia grateful she and Fitz had had everyone over for dinner back in the summer.
"Have you found a girlfriend yet, Harrison?" She asked Fitz's college buddy.
Harrison smiled at the President. She was fun to talk to and he was glad he had gotten to know her a little better. "No ma'am."
"You don't have to call me ma'am when we're in a casual setting. Do you have a boyfriend then?"
His smile widened. "Nah, I'm a ladies man. I'm just not the settling down kinda guy. I love dating all kinds of women."
Olivia smiled back at him. "I see. You don't have any intentions of settling down then?"
"God, no. No disrespect for what you and Fitz have found, but that's not the life for me. Not yet anyways."
"Sometimes the right one finds you when you least expect it." Olivia informed him. She glanced over at Huck. "I bet Huck could introduce you to..."
"Ma'am, I know you're the President, and this is your house, and that it's super rude to interrupt anyone, let alone the President, in her house, but please don't finish that sentence. I'm begging you. Somehow Huck has found a beautiful girl who is the right amount of twisted for him while looking normal on the outside."
Olivia laughed loudly before covering her mouth with her napkin.
"That crazy man would set me up with some wild woman who has a weird fetish or has guns hidden all over her apartment. Something that would keep me up at night. I cannot date anyone that Huck knows."
"I get that." Olivia said nodding. She glanced around the table and made eye contact with Huck. She smiled at him and watched the tough guy turn red and look down at his lap shyly. He was the cutest thing. The way he acted around her made Olivia doubt more than half the things her husband claimed about him.
Huck remembered what he wanted to ask the President about and lifted his head to look at the her again. "Madam...Olivia?"
Fitz rolled his eyes.
"It's just Olivia, Huck." She told him with a smile.
Abby grinned, watching the exchange as if she were at a tennis game. She found it enormously interesting that the tough guy at work turned into a babbling idiot in the presence of the President. That information would come in handy sometime.
"Ummm, Okay. Olivia." He stammered.
"It's the Liv and Huck show." Fitz mumbled.
"Fitzgerald? Uh uh! We are not doing that." Olivia told him.
All eyes at the table were on him. Fitz looked at each face and said, "she is the only one who can call me Fitzgerald. If I so much as hear it muttered under your breath..."
"Fitzgerald." They all said in unison, wearing matching grins.
Olivia belly laughed at their bravery and sarcasm. When she got herself under control, she held up her palm and said, "I'm sorry, Fitz. Truly."
"You're all...with the exception of my lovely wife...a pain in the ass and the bane of my existence."
"Anyways, uhhh, Olivia, Harrison and I would like to take Fitz out for drinks tonight for his bachelor party, but he says he's staying in with you. Is that right?" He knew damned well that was not right. It was high time for this to get settled. He didn't mind going over Fitzgerald's head on this one.
Olivia craned her head to the side and looked Fitz directly in the eye. "No. That's not right."
"Yes, it is. I'm staying home with you tonight."
"Did he just call the White House home?" Abby whispered to Harrison.
Harrison shrugged and continued eating his dinner while it was hot. This conversation was going to be a long one it seemed. He was content to quietly watch it all go down, but he was going to finish his White House meal.
"You can't stay here tonight. I have plans."
"You have plans?" he echoed in a voice filled with doubt.
She chuckled lightly. "It may have escaped your mind, but I am the President of the United States. I have all kinds of things to do on a daily basis. Important things that affect the lives of millions of Americans."
"Name one that you have to do tonight." he said, not believing a word she said.
"That is top secret and you don't have clearance."
Fitz sat back in his chair, folded his arms across his chest, and eyed his wife. She was full of shit. He'd bet money on it. It was time to call her out on it. Leaning forward in his chair, Fitz opened his mouth.
And was effectively cut off by Abby. "You might as well tell him. He's going to go crazy not knowing."
Olivia had no idea what the hell the redhead was talking about, but she obviously had a plan and Olivia was going to let her run with it. She'd play her part though. Naturally. "I thought you'd want to be the one to break that particular news. It was your idea after all."
Abby liked Olivia. She could roll with the punches flawlessly. The redhead wondered how often she had used that technique as President. She wasn't getting out of it that easily though. This was probably the only opportunity Abby had to raze her fearless leader. "That's not how I remember it. I'm certain it was your idea, ma'am."
"Was it?" Olivia pretended to think about it for a long moment. Abby was good. She had just helped Olivia out of one tight spot only to put her nicely into another one. She could handle it. "What time is the stripper coming by again?"
Harrison choked on his potatoes and groped for his wine glass.
Huck started laughing and couldn't stop.
Fitz got to his feet and firmly said, "no!"
Abby casually picked up her wine glass and took a sip before replying, "about seven." She and Olivia burst into wild laughter together as the shocked male faces turned to confused ones.
"Gotcha!" Olivia told Fitz.
"Abby, you're fired." Fitz said. He picked up his tumbler and tipped his head back, emptying his glass.
"No, I'm not." The redhead replied calmly.
"No, you're not." Fitz echoed. "But don't pull anything like that again."
"You were very good." Olivia told her.
"You were amazing, Madam President. You are perfection under pressure." Abby gushed.
"Anyways, I'm not going out tonight. I'm staying home to cuddle with you." Fitz calmly told his wife.
"That is not happening." Olivia informed him.
Harrison chuckled, and then masked it with a fit of coughing when his boss glowered at him.
"Fitz, you're going out with the guys for a few drinks. I really do have things to do around here."
"Liv, I'm not going out while you stay in and work. That is insane."
"That is life being married to the President, Fitz."
"She got you there." Huck said.
"Shut the hell up, Huck." Fitz said while keeping eye contact with his wife.
"I'll tell you what. You go out and have a drink or two with the guys, and when you're done, Harrison can stay in the East Bedroom and Huck can stay in the West Bedroom."
"Really? We can stay here, in the White House?" Harrison asked excitedly.
"Of course. We need you to be close by for our big day. Besides, it'll be more convenient for the two of you to stay and get ready here. If you're okay with that plan?"
"He...ck yea I'm great with that plan! Thank you. That's very gracious of you to offer." Harrison told Olivia.
"I'm okay with that too." Huck said quietly.
Fitz sighed loudly. "Fine. I'll go get a drink. One drink! And then I'm coming back here to cuddle my wife."
Olivia crinkled her nose at him. "That's not gonna be possible either. The groom isn't supposed to see the bride before the ceremony."
"Uhh, hello. We're already married, Liv." Fitz reminded her; for the second time that day. He held up his left hand for emphasis, rubbing his thumb along the back of the band.
"I'm sorry, my handsome husband. If you came home that would mean that I would have to kick Abby out. And I think we are destined to be good friends."
"I can stay here too?"
Olivia nodded. "You can sleep in one of the spare bedrooms in the residence. There are tons of them."
Abby grinned at Olivia. Turning to her boss she said, "I have no problem being the big spoon if need be."
Everyone at the table burst into laughter with the exception of Fitz.
"One damned drink, and then I'm going to sleep in the Lincoln Bedroom."
The men high fived each other and everyone got back to the task of finishing their meal. With dinner out of the way, Huck went to change back into his street clothes. He felt more like himself when he was in a pair of jeans with a flannel shirt. It was a hell of a lot easier to access his gun than wearing a suit too, but he didn't think it would come to that with Secret Service in tow. He took his time, knowing his friend would be missing his girl tonight.
A few bedrooms away, Fitz was holding Olivia in his arms. "I'll miss you tonight all the way downstairs in the big lonely Lincoln Bedroom. If you get bored braiding Abby's hair later, you could come visit me."
Olivia chuckled, but held him tighter. "It's the absolute last hurdle that we have to overcome. But..."
Fitz froze in place as excitement began to course through his veins. "But what?"
"But...I would keep the door unlocked if I were you."
"Let me say for the thousandth time, you are killing this wife thing."
"Go and have fun with the guys. Jeffery and Scott will be with you, but they are excellent at blending in."
He pulled out of her embrace slightly, just enough so he could see her face. "Text me if you get bored."
"I have a country to run. I do not get bored."
"I love you. Please don't work too hard tonight."
"You don't stay out too late. I'm going to need my sex slave rested up and ready to serve for the next three days."
"Mmmm." He dipped his head and gave her a searing kiss. He wanted her to have something to think about until she snuck into his room later on. "I live to serve."
Squatting down in front of her, Fitz spoke to her barely there bump. "Hello in there. It's your daddy. Keep an eye on mommy tonight and don't let her work too long. Pull on that throwing up cord in there if she's still at it by ten, okay?"
"Fitz!" Olivia scolded with a chuckle. Her hand went to the back of his head as he continued talking to their unborn child.
He pulled her sweater up slightly and tenderly pressed his lips to her skin. "No sneaking out while I'm gone. I love you."
"You're the goofiest dad, but also the cutest too."
"All dads are goofy. I'll be back in an hour. Two tops." He pecked her lips once more. "I love you."
"Take your time and enjoy yourself. I love you too."
Fitz opened his eyes. It took every ounce of his strength to do so, but eventually they fluttered open and stayed open. It was pitch black. He couldn't see his hand in front of his face. Wait. Had he lifted his hand to check? He couldn't remember. Closing his eyes again, he tried to remember anything.
The last thing he remembered was...going out with the guys. For his bachelor party. He, Huck, and Harrison, along with his two Secret Service agents had gone to a bar. A lively bar. He remembered loud music. There had been a live band.
He remembered them being really good, but too damn loud. He remembered sliding into a booth with Huck and Harrison as his two watchmen sat at the next table. When the waitress had come to take their order, Huck had spoken up, requesting three green muses. Harrison had grinned and Fitz had not been paying attention. He had just wanted to get the one drink over with. When the shots had arrived, the three of them had downed the green contents and another round had been delivered soon after.
That was the last thing he remembered.
Fitz had a terrible need to empty his bladder. He slowly sat up and his head thumped from the effort. Griping the sides of his head, Fitz moaned loudly. Everything was spinning. He wanted nothing more than for it to stop right now.
Why was it so damn dark in here and where the hell was he?
As he sat there pondering those things, a door opened and light flooded the room followed by laughter. "Turn it off! Shut the hell up! Please!"
"Look at that!"
"What the hell is wrong with him?"
He knew those voices. They belonged to the assholes he worked with. "Where am I?" Fitz whispered, thinking he was shouting at them.
"Dude, you're in the closet of the Lincoln Bedroom."
"How in the hell did I end up in here?" Fitz asked with his eyes squeezed tightly shut. They still hadn't turned off the light and apparently had no intention to do so.
"We dumped you in here when we got back. It was funny as hell too."
"Turn off the fucking light before my retinas explode!"
"Jesus, Nancy. Calm down." Huck said in a happy tone. "Today is your wedding day. Remember?"
"You assholes got me drunk last night!" Fitz accused.
"You were drinking all that absinthe all by yourself, big guy." Harrison informed him. "You bought the bar a round by your third shot."
"Holy shit. Absinthe? Are the two of you insane?"
"Nah, we wanted you to have a good time and remember our night out together."
"Does it look like I'm having a good time now, idiots? I don't remember shit either!" Fitz argued. "How are the two of you fine?"
"Oh, we switched over to water after the first shot. We decided it would be much more fun to document the night in pictures. I can't wait to show them to Olivia."
"Speaking of Olivia, I guess you don't remember her coming to your room around two a.m. either huh?" Huck said chuckling.
"Come on, man. He couldn't remember that. He was passed out cold in the closet." Harrison reminded his partner in crime.
"You two are assholes. And you're fired."
"Okay. Have fun sobering yourself up and getting to the East Room on time. Bye." Huck and Harrison took advantage of their bosses incapacitated state by opening the closet door and closing it, as if they had left him alone.
"Those fuckers." Fitz mutter quietly. "Get your asses back in here right now!"
"We wouldn't leave you." Harrison sweetly whispered in the dark room.
"First things first. Lights on so we can see." Huck practically sang. He was enjoying this immensely. Flipping the light on, he watched the six foot giant huddle into a ball, covering his eyes. He and Harrison got on either side of him and helped him up, holding onto his waist. "Come on, big guy. Let's get you to the bathroom and then put some food in your belly."
"Food is not appealing right now. I just want to get rid of this hangover ASAP. Liv is gonna kill me. This wedding is gonna be on tv and I can't look hungover when I marry her in front of everyone. We're also supposed to tell everybody that we're having a baby. See, this is why we...Shit!"
Harrison and Huck stopped walking and exchanged a wide eyed glance. "Dude? You knocked up the President?"
"Please don't tell her I said anything. She will kill me! And I really like her."
"Congratulations, Fitz. You and Olivia are going to be great parents."
"Yea, man. That is seriously great news. Congrats." Harrison chimed in. "And don't worry, we won't tell ya woman you blabbed."
"Thanks guys." Fitz said, feeling less wobbly. "Now can we please get to the bathroom a little faster? I'm dying here."
By the time the wedding started, Fitz was feeling fine. Whatever that gloppy shit was that Huck had given him to drink earlier had done the trick. Well, that coupled with a long hot shower. Harrison had left them to go offer to help anywhere he was needed.
Huck and Fitz were in the Lincoln Bedroom giving themselves one last look before the groom went to stand at the front of the room beside the minister, and Huck went to get Liv in the residence and walk her down the aisle. Oddly enough, neither one of them was nervous.
"I know I give you a lot of shit about stuff at work..." Huck began.
"A serious amount of shit."
"Man shut up. I'm trying to have a moment with you."
"Oh. Sorry."
"For the most part, it's all in good fun. Buuuut, while we're here, all alone, I can tell you that I admire you. You started your own business from scratch and grew it into the well known highly respected firm that it is today.
As your professional life grew, your personal life did too. You met an amazing, strong, beautiful woman who is your match in every way. You guys are perfect together and I'm really glad you found each other. You make her face light up with that goofy in love smile that she has. And you're not threatened by her job or the power she has. You just let her do her thing, and that is rare. Men usually want to control everything or stifle someone else's light, especially if it's brighter than their own. But not you. You encourage her to shine brighter, and that's awesome.
Olivia has kinda the same effect on you too. She doesn't act superior to you. It's weird to me, but she loves you just the way you are. Whenever she sees you, she smiles bigger, and she's drawn to you. Like, she has to be touching you all the time, even if it's just holding your hand. It's nice. She deserves to be happy, and you make her happy. So, I'm glad you guys found each other. And your kid is gonna be an amazing person because you will love them so much and encourage them like you encourage each other. But they will also be amazing just because they are related to you." Huck shrugged. "Congratulations on being happy and marrying a truly one of a kind woman."
Dammit. Fitz was feeling emotional all of a sudden. Of course he hid it with sniffing and avoiding eye contact with Huck, but he was definitely feeling it. It meant a lot to him that Huck would say so many nice things about him and Liv.
He was obviously more smitten with Liv than even Fitz realized. At least Huck had good taste. And Fitz had recorded the whole thing with his phone to torture him with at a later date.
Fitz pulled him in for a hug, trying to be careful not to wrinkle his tux, and pounded his back once. "Thanks, man. That was a really nice thing to say. I love you too."
"Get off me! I do not love you!" Huck declared defensively. "If you wrinkle my tux, I will kick your ass. Television cameras or not!"
"It's fine. Men can love each other. Don't run away from your feelings."
"Let's hope your kid acts more like its mother than you." Huck snapped the lapels and they laid straight against his broad chest. "I'm going to get Liv. See you out there."
"Bye!" Fitz chirped. "Love you!"
Huck turned around from stalking down the hall and scowled at him before throwing his middle finger up angrily.
Olivia had decided to plant a few surprises along the way for her husband, and was anxious to see his reaction. In her spacious living room she glanced at her reflection in the full length mirror one last time before making her way to her handsome groom. Her dress was perfect, if not bordering on the snug side. Her hair and make up had been done by professionals this time, instead of her own hand like the first time around. She caught sight of Huck coming up the stairs and she pulled her veil over her head, smoothing it down over her face.
Huck walked up to her and asked, "are you ready to go, Olivia?"
She nodded to her reflection and said, "I am."
He kept a firm grip on her smooth tiny hand that was looped through his arm, but not too tight. Now he was nervous. He didn't want to trip or make the President look bad in any way, so he was mindful of his feet every time he took a step. They were right outside the closed doors of the East Room. It was getting a little bit in his head and even though they had practiced this a few times just last night, his feet were stuck to the floor. Shit! She was gonna get so mad at...
"Huck? Just breathe. It's going to be great." Olivia whispered to him.
Doing as he was told seemed to do the trick. As the music began to play, the doors suddenly opened and everyone inside glanced backwards before getting to their feet. He tried to smile, but Huck knew it was coming off as scary. He couldn't help it.
Olivia's eyes moved quickly past every person in attendance to the wedding, and darted to the love of her life, standing at the front of the room looking beyond handsome. The moment the two of them made eye contact, she felt much more at peace. Her feet moved with Huck's, taking her to the man of her dreams where their public happily ever after would begin.
The moment Fitz saw his tiny wife, he couldn't contain the grin on his face. She looked stunning in the beautiful white dress she had chosen. The bottom was long and wispy, easily hiding the faint beginnings of a baby bump. Her hair was up and her make up looked minimal, but regal somehow. This was his wife and he was the proudest man in the world. He watched her walk toward him and it seemed to take forever.
And then it hit him. The familiar music Olivia was walking down the aisle to. It wasn't the well known wedding march millions of brides walked towards their grooms to. This song was the one that they had danced to as man and wife when they got married in Bora Bora three months ago. The song that was now theirs. Finally Mine. He nodded and winked at her, pleased when she winked back.
When she finally got to him, he had to wait for Huck to release his death grip on her and physically give her hand to him. Once he had that hand he brought it up to his lips and kissed her knuckles. Most of the women in attendance gave a soft 'awww' at seeing it.
The ceremony itself was simple and to the point. Neither one of them wanted to drag it out, and while they knew they had to mingle with their guests as well as talk to the press, they were anxious to have everyone get the hell out so they could be alone and start their honeymoon again.
The minister told Fitz, "you may kiss your bride" and he gently pulled her into his arms and pressed his lips to hers in a velvety smooth kiss. Everyone stood and clapped while cameras recorded the entire thing.
"May I now present to you, Mr. And Mrs. Fitzgerald Grant."
The clapping was thunderous as the happy couple Held hands and practically floated down the aisle. When they had almost reached the end of the aisle, Fitz put his arms around her and kissed her again, dipping her low in the process. The applause continued, causing them both to grin at each other.
After mingling for an appropriate amount of time, as well as cutting the cake, it was time for the newlyweds to talk to the press. Once again, Fitz held her hand as they made their way over to the news hungry group. Fitz let his wife do the talking.
"Good evening everyone. First of all, I'd like to say thank you all for coming to our wedding and covering it. You were very gracious guests, and nobody got even remotely got out of line like crazy cousins sometimes do. My husband and I would like to make a statement. There will only be a few questions taken afterwards because, well, this is our wedding day."
She glanced at her grinning husband standing beside her and winked at him. "But it's not our first wedding, is it Fitz?"
"What did she just say?"
Camera shutters clicked even though the confused operators had no idea what they were capturing at the moment.
His grin grew even wider as Olivia subtly motioned for him to take over the conversation. God, she was a wonder. "No, it's not."
"What are you saying?" Someone asked.
"When the President and I were in Bora Bora three months ago, we got married."
"Whoa!"
"This is huge!"
"Why are you telling us now?
"Congratulations. Both of you."
"Thank you." Olivia said with a smile. She knew she should stick with the script, but her heart was so full and happy right now, the words were just spilling out, uncontainable. "But there's more."
"More?"
"What else could there be besides a secret Presidential wedding?"
Once they were quiet, Olivia motioned to Fitz again, but he shook his head, almost imperceptibly. He wanted her to share the other happy news. Tugging on his hand gently to bring him closer, Olivia kissed him through her deliriously happy smile. Turning back to the press she said, "we'd like to announce that we are having a baby early in the summer!"
Instead of rapid fire questions being shot at them like arrow from every direction, the press corp halted all talking and all picture taking for an intense three seconds before coming together to give the nation's President and First Gentleman a loud and excited round of applause.
Olivia smiled happily as a tear fell down her cheek. Fitz brushed her cheek with his thumb and she kissed the palm of his hand before bringing it down to rest on her stomach. The moment she put her hand on top of his and laced their fingers together, the cameras flashed repeatedly. It was the moment that would be showed on every news channel, every website, and discussed on every social media platform in the world for the next several weeks.