Babes, I don't know if I tell ya'll enough but I truly appreciate ya'll. I love interacting with ya'll on Twitter. I love the support that has been shown. I even love criticism because it will only make my writing that much stronger. I will say this chapter does become a bit emotional, I'm going to give a trigger warning just in case. I hope ya'll like it, enjoy.

Oh, and I have finally conquered getting my driver's license after two failed attempts. They say 3rd time's the charm right? I am so relieved.

Fool In Love

Olivia

A few weeks later…

Bzzst. Bzzst. Bzzst. Bzzst. Bzzst.

Olivia moved her hands around her bed searching for her cell phone. She found it under her pillow. She had meant to put it on 'Do Not Disturb' before falling asleep last night. She had a long day at the salon yesterday and needed extra rest. However, seeing that it was Fitz calling, she's glad she didn't.

"Good morning handsome," Olivia greeted with a yawn.

"Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday." Fitz did his best rendition of Stevie Wonder's 'Happy Birthday'. He was off-key, yet so adorable.

"Baby please stick to your day job." Olivia didn't mean to laugh in his ear, but he sounded like a wounded animal. Still, the thought meant everything to her. Especially considering that today is gameday for Fitz.

"I made you laugh on your day that's all that matters, happy birthday beautiful." She could hear him laughing at his own self as well and that made her feel better about laughing at him.

"Thank you, love," Olivia was blushing as if he could see her.

"I'll fly to you after the game yeah, try to enjoy your day. I know birthdays aren't your thing, but I want you to celebrate, you deserve to Liv." He encouraged meaning every word.

"I'll celebrate when I see you. I miss you." They last saw each other 4 days ago and Olivia was already missing him. She had no shame in admitting it.

"I miss you more. I have to go, wish me luck."

"Good luck I'll be watching."

"Thank you, Liv. I know football isn't your thing, so don't bore yourself."

"You're my thing."

"Uh…when you put it like that…?"

"That came off wrong…sorry…you know what I meant…right?"

"Livvie I was kidding. I'll be whatever you want me to be."

"You're so silly, go get ready for your game."

"Alright, see you later."

"See you later."

Olivia ended the call and mentally began counting down the hours until Fitz's arrival. She's been so wrapped up in everything that has been going on in her life these past few months, that she forgot about her birthday. Birthdays have never been a huge fuss in the Pope household, at least her birthday. Being the black sheep of the family, you aren't celebrated, you're forgotten. To Olivia, September 4th is just another day on the calendar. The only people who have called and texted her are Harrison, her Aunt Betty, her employees, some other distant cousins, Amelia's mom, Garrett, and Fitz.

"Livvie you have a delivery!" Amelia yelled from the living room.

Olivia got out of bed and tossed on her robe. As she walked into the hallway, Olivia could hear Amelia gushing over whatever it was that was delivered.

"What the hell?" O

Sitting in the middle of their living room was a huge purple glittered box. Olivia cut her eyes to Amelia, "I swear if something pops out at me I am gonna kill you." Olivia warned.

"I promise you I have nothing to do with this." Amelia innocently threw up her hands. She was just as confused as Olivia. They both studied the box like it was a bomb. Amelia finally walked off to get a box cutter for Olivia.

Cautiously walking over to the box, Olivia grabbed the box cutter from Amelia and tore open the box.

"Oh…my…fucking…God." Olivia shook her head in disbelief. Oh, Fitz, she thought to herself, he always finds a way to make her speechless.

Inside the purple glittered box were two Chanel boxes, a bouquet of purple lilies which are her favorite flowers, and a purple manila envelope. While the Chanel boxes were calling her name, the purple manila envelope had her undivided attention. Amelia pulled out the Chanel boxes and the bouquet of lilies.

Olivia opened the envelope and took out the handwritten note from Fitz that read:

Happy Birthday Beautiful

You came into this world 21 years ago today

And you came into my world 6 months ago

Since laying eyes on you, I can't help but wonder, why didn't I meet you sooner?

What kind of coward was I to marry her and not wait for you to show up?

On this day if no one celebrates you, I do

And I pray the universe allows me to celebrate you for many more birthdays to come

Enjoy your day and remember you matter, every part of you matters even your scars

Love, Fitz

"What's wrong?" Amelia asked looking between Olivia and the note in Olivia's shaky hand.

"Um," Olivia hadn't realized she was crying until now. She wiped the hot tears from her face and read the letter aloud to Amelia.

"Oh my God Liv, he loves you," Amelia said what Olivia feared because then she would have to admit it too. She would have to admit that she loves him too. The terrifying thing of it all, she doesn't know when or how it happened. What she does know is that she loves him and the woman he is bringing out of her. The woman that her parents made her feel couldn't exist because of her scars, scars she never asked to get in a battle with in the first place.

"Ami…I-I-I uh I love him too." Saying it aloud felt weird. This is foreign territory to Olivia, of all the men that have tried, Fitz has been the only successor in breaking down those walls she guards around her heart.

"So these are happy tears?" Amelia wiped a few of Olivia's stray tears away.

"Yes." Through her tears, she smiled. It felt good loving someone and receiving that love tenfold.

"Good now let's see what's in this folder." Amelia excitedly clapped her hands together like a kid on Christmas.

Olivia nodded her head and pulled out a picture of a 2014 Audi Q7 with another note attached that read:

Now you can officially be "Audi5000" I hope you like it, babe. It will arrive Friday.

"No fucking way! Olivia what did you do to this man!? He is sprung from Mami." Amelia dramatically snapped her fingers in a circle.

Olivia playfully nudged Amelia and went over to the Chanel boxes. She carefully opened the boxes and pulled out two vintage medium double flap shoulder Chanel bags. This must be how Vivian felt in Pretty Woman when Edward was spoiling her, Olivia thought to herself.

"Fitz and I talked about all of this…he remembered my favorite color...my favorite flower...I told him that my dream car is an Audi Q7...so I can finally be corny and say 'I'm Audi5000'…and that once my business really picked up I wanted to buy myself two vintage Chanel bags."

"Girlfriend you have yourself a keeper, and I love this for you."

"And to think I kept pushing him away," Olivia replied still in amazement at what Fitz did for her on her day. It's beyond the gifts, it's him listening to her, it's him keeping his promise of making her the happiest girl in the world because he listens to her.

She woke up today with no expectations for the day only to be shown that she is loved by someone other than Amelia, Harrison, and her Aunt Betty. She is loved by someone who doesn't have to love her out of pity. She is loved by a man that has her best interest at heart and dammit that made this one of the best birthdays she had in a long time.

Amelia made Olivia her favorite breakfast which has been their tradition. Afterward, the girls dressed and cozied up on the couch to watch Fitz play in his season opener.

Mellie

While their husbands were on the field playing in their season opener in New York, Mellie and Ashley were back in Louisiana having an impromptu girl's afternoon. Instead of snacks, wine, gossip, and adult games, the women had tequila and their phones. They were playing detective as they scrolled through social media and Google trying to find Olivia. The woman seems to have put roots on her husband and Mellie needs to put a face to a name. This isn't Fitz's first affair, but this affair is different from the other 5 he's had throughout their marriage. The other 4 were merely groupies, women Fitz discarded after an adulterous night of illicit sex. This Olivia girl is no groupie. Fitz has fallen for her. He's practically moving mountains for his mistress. The flying back and forth from New Orleans to Atlanta every other day says a lot in a self.

If that does not cause alarm, Fitz has now threatened divorce. Through all their shortcomings in the marriage, divorce was never brought to the table until now. He was always willing to work through their differences. He used to put forth an effort to get their marriage back on track. Now when she looks into her husband's eyes, that desire to fight has long faded. He has become indifferent to her and their marriage. Their vacation in Bora Bora was the nail in the coffin. Hearing her husband call her another woman's name placed their marriage at a point of no return. Since that fateful morning, 'Olivia' has become a plague in Mellie's life. Mellie has become obsessive in trying to find this whore that hooked her nails into her husband.

"Aha, I think this is her!" Ashley said showing Mellie her phone.

Mellie snatched the phone and did her assessment. "Oh my God, this bitch is beautiful." Mellie scoffed with envy. Her husband has always had a unique taste in women. Mellie was no supermodel when Fitz asked her on a date. Men hardly took a second glance at Mellie due to her being on the chubbier side. Fitz on the other hand seemed mesmerized, he couldn't keep his hands off her body when they first started dating. That was so long ago, his taste has long changed.

"She's from Atlanta and owns a waxing salon there as well. Ash, we have to go. I have to see this whore in person." Mellie went on Google to Olivia's business page to see if they accept last-minute appointments or walk-ins.

"Do they accept walk-ins?" Ashley asked passing the Tequila bottle to Mellie.

"Yes." Mellie took a long swig of the liquor.

"I'll book our flight." Ashley took her phone back and began looking up flights.

Mellie ended up finishing the bottle to herself. She left Fitz over a dozen messages begging him to fuck her like he does Olivia. Eventually, Ashley took Mellie's phone taking the poor woman out of her misery. Not even 3 minutes later Mellie passed out with confronting Olivia on her mind.

Fitz

Fitz walked into the locker room angrily tossing his helmet clear across the room. His team was down 14 points. Both the offense and defense were playing softly. The defense was asleep the first 30 minutes out there on the field, and the offense was plain sloppy. The rookies were playing like true rookies and the offensive line collapsed within the first 10 minutes of the game with veteran snapper Jason Barry out with a concussion. Fitz's stats are solid, but with the overall team playing poorly the first 2 quarters, his stats mean nothing.

Coach Hollis walked into the locker room redder than a tomato. "Are we ready to fucking wake up now boys?! You're getting your asses handed to ya out there! They're not better than you, they're just outplaying you! Berks, we're not in Kansas anymore I'm gonna need your ass to get out there and show this organization they didn't waste money on you! Curry, I need you to step up and give Fitz better snaps! Protect my goddamn quarterback! The defense I have no words for! My daughter can tackle better than what I am seeing being delivered on that field. I don't wanna walk off this field 0-1 wake the fuck up or sit your ass on the bench!" Coach Hollis disgustedly shook his head at his team and walked away, not before looking at Fitz to motivate the team.

Being the captain of the team and a veteran, Fitz had to put personal feelings aside, and address his team with a less abrasive approach. "I'm with Coach 100%. I don't want to leave this field 0-1. I know we are better than what was shown in those 2 quarters. I didn't even recognize us out there on that field. We gave them free practice for 2 quarters. Yes we've lost a lot of our veterans and we're still working on building chemistry with one another, but I need ya'll to give 110% every snap. We have a clean slate when we walk back out there on the field. Let's not give them any more points and walk away with this win!"

"Who dat? Who dat? Who dat say dey gonna beat dem Saints?" Brent yelled hyping everyone up with the fans' chant.

The team ran back onto the field pumped up. Fitz got some reps in with Shaun Berks giving him a pep talk throughout. He needed his rookie to step up.

"I don't know what happened in that locker room Joe, but whatever it was it needed to happen because this is the Saints we're used to seeing! FG3 has thrown beautifully to his rookie receiver Shaun Berks who has completed 4 of the 5 passes thrown his way and the young man even has his first career touchdown." Sports broadcaster Troy Aikman said to his partner Joe Buck.

"Yeah Troy, there seems to be more cohesiveness with this team than we saw in the first two quarters. Remember they lost a lot of their veterans after a disastrous last season. The team was essentially blown up. FG3 have to learn these players and they have to learn their quarterback Troy."

"I agree Joe. FG3 has just handed the ball off to Brent Drake and the 7-year tight end is going for the first down…and more….and more yardage…he's putting the jets on….Joe, I think he's going all the way….Darius Wright missed a tackle….Jerome Moore missed a tackle….Drake is at the 15….he's at the 10….TOUCHDOWN SAINTS!"

"Gotta give it to these guys Troy, they turned it around the second half. Sure they came up straight, but I think there's a promising future with this young squad and their veteran quarterback." Joe said at the conclusion of the game.

X

"Fitz, Noah Parks from The Athletic, talk to us about how you're feeling after making a valiant effort to come back from being down 14 at the half?"

This is the part Fitz hates. Postgame press conferences are his biggest grievance. It's a nuisance he wishes he could skip. Especially since he had Olivia waiting for him.

"Obviously we wanted to leave the field 1-0, but I am proud of my guys and the fight they gave in the second half. I see promise with all of them and once the chemistry gets flowing we're going to be great."

"Fitz, Jane Henry from New York Times. We kinda saw Shaun Berks in his head during the first half…and then turn it around the second half completing 4 of the 5 passes thrown his way and his first career touchdown…talk to us about that process."

"Shaun is great…every rookie has been where he was in the first half…but I watched all of his college games…and man that young guy is going to take this team far."

Fitz answered a few more questions before he was relieved. He headed back to the locker room and showered and changed back into his suit. After packing up his equipment and handing it to Kyle the equipment guy, Fitz was ready to see his girl. He is not flying back with the team. He is using his family's private jet to fly to Atlanta. Cyrus will be accompanying him, unfortunately. Fitz loves Cyrus, but the old grumpy man needs a wife or another hobby.

"I don't think this a good idea. Do you realize who you're married to? When shit hits the fan and flies over your head, I won't be able to get you out of this one." Cyrus advised as he ran a hand through his hair.

"Cy she's the one." Fitz confidently admitted.

Cyrus whipped around almost giving himself whiplash, "meaning?"

"I love her. She's the one." Fitz repeated again with the same confidence.

"Fitz…you are the face of a franchise….you have endorsements catered to families…you are the 'All American'…do you really want to taint your image…I get it she's new…she's young and exciting….but what happens when you meet another young and exciting one...because is m sure you will meet another young and exciting one."

"She. Is. The. One. And quite frankly I don't have to explain myself to anyone." Fitz is convicted in his feelings for Olivia and no one will tell him otherwise.

"Alright, you have to file before Mellie starts babbling. Either way, this is going to be a shit show, if we can get ahead we can spin it in our favor. I need to get in contact with Elizabeth." Cyrus replied referring to Fitz's publicist.

"Cyrus I need a nap. I am a 35-year-old professional athlete dating a 21-year-old woman who is full of energy and it's her birthday. My focus is on making sure I make love to her until she taps out. I can't think of anything else right now.

"I don't even know who you are anymore." Cyrus seriously replied with a genuine look of concern.

Fitz shrugged his shoulders, placed his headphones in, and went to sleep.

Olivia

Bzzst. Bzzst. Bzzst.

Olivia looked at her phone surprised that her Aunt Betty was calling this late. She's usually tucked away in her bed at this hour. Thinking something might've happened to Harrison, Olivia quickly answered.

"Aunt Betty, is everything alright?" She held her breath waiting for the news.

"Olivia your uncle is back in town." Aunt Betty painfully broke the news.

Olivia's knees became weak as she fell back onto the couch. He was told to stay away.

"Why is he back Aunt Betty?"

"He's staying with your parents. I cannot believe them especially my sister. This is disgraceful and they're letting him come back as pastor at the church. God bless us all."

"I don't understand…they know what he did…why would they allow him back Auntie?" Olivia's throat was on fire and her chest was tightening. A panic attack was coming.

"I don't know baby. I just had to let you know. I'm sorry." Aunt Betty sympathetically replied.

"I um I-I-I gotta go Auntie." Olivia abruptly ended the call.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Olivia couldn't move. Has he found out where she lives? Did her parents send him here? They're evil like that. The panic attack that was coming was here and in full effect.

Bzzst. Bzzst. Bzzst.

Olivia's hands were too shaky to pick up her cell phone which was lying next to her on the couch.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

"GO AWAY!" Olivia frantically repeatedly.

"Liv it's me…what's going on open the door." Fitz lightly tapped on the door.

"GO AWAY!"

"Babe it's me. What happened? Come open the door, please." Olivia was too deep in her own panic attack to hear the panic in Fitz's voice. Her mind was warped and she thought it was her uncle outside of her door.

"YOU'RE GONNA HURT ME! LEAVE ME ALONE!" Olivia pulled her knees to her chest and tucked her head between them. She felt like that scared 12-year-old little girl. That little girl that had her innocence snatched.

"No one is going to hurt you Livvie. It's just me out here, please open the door." Fitz was getting impatient.

Bzzst. Bzzst. Bzzst.

"OPEN THE GODDAMN DOOR OLIVIA!" Fitz yelled as he banged his fist on the door snapping Olivia out of it.

Realizing it was Fitz at the door, Olivia got off the couch and on wobbly legs walked to the door. She unlocked it and collapsed into his arms. Fitz scooped her up and kicked the door shut behind him. Olivia wrapped her legs around him like a child would their father.

Fitz fired off with the questions. "What happened? What's wrong? Talk to me." Fitz carried her over to the couch and sat down with Olivia still in his arms.

"Fitzhe'sbackmyunclethemanthathurtmethemanthatruinedmylifehe'sbackintownandhe'sgonnacomeafterme." Olivia managed to get out in one breath.

Fitz understood her. "Listen to me, he's not going to hurt you Liv. I told you that I got you and that I will protect you and I mean it. Do you hear me?" Fitz caressed her curls.

Olivia didn't answer. No one can protect her against her uncle. He's a very powerful man. He has a lot of friends in high places. Her uncle is invincible. Baxter Pope is a well-respected pastor in Atlanta. He's also a predator that has been taking advantage of young women for decades. That gets swept under the rug. No one talks about that.

"He will never hurt you again. I won't let that happen." She wanted to believe Fitz. But not even 'America's Athlete' can save her from Baxter Pope.

"Fitz you don't know my uncle or what he's capable of doing."

"Your uncle doesn't know me. Liv, I love you and nothing will happen to you under my watch. I need you to trust me on that." Fitz was now caressing her back.

Looking up at him, Olivia uttered back, "I love you too," as she pulled him down for a kiss. To hear him say he loves her was music to her ears. She wishes she didn't feel the hesitancy in him kissing her back. Gosh her body needed the closeness. She needs to feel him. Olivia tried taking off his clothes, only for him to stop her in the process.

"Liv we don't have to." Fitz protested.

Olivia shook her head and went back to kissing Fitz. "Please babe…I need you….please." Olivia continued taking off his suit jacket, then went for the buttons on his shirt.

Fitz took off the negligee Olivia was wearing and cupped her breasts. She threw her head back and began straddling him. She didn't need foreplay she needed to be fucked. Going for his pants, Olivia was able to get them off, followed by his briefs. Olivia became a madwoman as she began to ride his dick like it was her enemy. That fragile woman that collapsed into his arms when she opened the door was gone. Olivia was back in control now. Fitz had to move his hand to her waist to slow her down. Olivia swatted his hand away and continued her assault on his dick until she was cumming. Dropping her head onto his shoulder, Olivia struggled to find her breathing. Fitz just held her tightly against his body as he too reached his climax.

"Are you okay?" He asked stroking her hair while still embedded inside of her.

Olivia didn't respond, she wasn't okay. She honestly couldn't put emotion on how she was feeling.

"Talk to me…are you okay?" Fitz huffed trying to catch his breath.

Olivia picked her head up from his shoulder looked him square in the eyes and said, "just fuck me, Fitz."

They started on the couch and somehow made their way to her bedroom before Fitz passed out. Looking down at him sleeping so peacefully made her realize she didn't want to bring him into her mess. He already has enough on his plate. His season just started and he's about to go through a divorce. Her drama is something he doesn't need right now. Olivia already feels like a burden to him and they aren't even an official couple.

Creeping out of bed, Olivia went to shower. Coming back into her bedroom, she found Fitz still asleep. Slipping on a pair of leggings, an oversized shirt, and a pair of Vans, Olivia kissed Fitz on the lips and left her bedroom. She grabbed her cell phone from the couch and placed a call.

"Hey, can I come crash with you tonight?"

"Yeah of course, do you need a ride?"

"No I'm good, thank you."

"Anything for you Liv, call me when you're outside."

"Okay."

Olivia pulled up outside of Garrett's condo 30 minutes later. She called him and he met her outside.

"Liv is everything okay?"

"It will be." Olivia grabbed Garrett's hand allowing him to lead her into his place.

Fitz

Fitz didn't wake up until noon. He felt for Olivia and she wasn't lying next to him. Getting out of her bed, Fitz went to the bathroom to relieve himself and handle his morning hygiene. Once he was done, he made his way to the front of the apartment expecting to see Olivia either in the living room or the kitchen. Instead, he found both rooms empty.

"Liv!" Fitz called out checking the apartment for her. "Olivia!" He called out again but it was to no avail, she was gone. Fitz rushed over to the floor where his pants were and retrieved his cell phone so he could call her. Of course, it went straight to voicemail. He shot her a text fearing the worse, she ran.

Fitz: Where are you?

The text message went undelivered.

"You've got to be kidding me."

Fitz redressed and called for a car. He left Olivia's apartment locking up behind him once his car was outside.

"Where to sir?"

"Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow."

"Alright, sir."

Fitz continued to call and text Olivia on the ride over to her waxing salon. Figuring she just wanted to get an early start to her day, Fitz shook off the negative thoughts that were invading his mind. He needed to locate her.

"Alright sir, we have arrived." The driver announced looking at Fitz through the rearview.

"You mind if we sit here for 10 minutes. I don't see who I am looking for just yet."

"Sure sir, not a problem."

Fitz didn't see Olivia's car parked anywhere on the block, which was good because he wanted to beat her here. A couple of minutes later a black Range Rover pulled up in front of Olivia's salon, and she hopped out of the passenger's seat. She looked disheveled, her hair was in a messy ponytail, her clothes wrinkled, and her eyes were hidden behind large dark frames. Fitz waited with bated breath to see if someone was going to get out of the driver's side. The driver's door finally opened and a guy got out and walked around to Olivia who was waiting. Fitz recognized the guy, he was with Olivia when she went to Six Flags during the Fourth of July weekend with her best friend. Watching this guy hug Olivia and affectionately kiss her forehead, confirmed what Fitz already knew. When Olivia left that's who she went to go see.

If he had a gun, he would've put a bullet between both of their eyes. How dare she leave him and go be with another man? What kinda game was she playing? Fitz felt like a fool watching Olivia with this guy. He knew he was way in over his head when he asked her to wait for him. It's clear as day to him now that she is not ready for a committed relationship. Maybe she is right, maybe she is too damaged.

Fitz waited until Olivia was inside of her salon, and the guy pulled off, before getting out. He walked to the door of her salon and press the buzzer. Olivia was at the receptionist desk and buzzed Fitz in without turning to actually see that it was him.

"Garrett I told you that –"

"Liv." Fitz cut her off causing her to jump and drop the mail in her hand.

Olivia turned around and began fidgeting with her hands, "Fitz I-I-I –"

Fitz silenced Olivia with a shush. "Liv it's okay," he could see she was on the verge of a panic attack. "I'm not here to argue with you," Fitz exhaustingly sighed. "I just want to know why did you run? What did I do to make you run?" Fitz had to know before he walked away.

Olivia's waterworks began and it's becoming something Fitz hates seeing. He hates seeing her cry.

"You did nothing wrong, Fitz. I just have too much baggage. I am too damaged and I don't want to bring you into my drama, you don't deserve it." He could see how broken she was over this, but he was still felt salty seeing her with that clown and knowing that's who she ran to.

"So you run to him? Did you sleep with him?" Fitz wasn't sure he was ready to hear her answer.

"No, I did not sleep with him." She replied as if he offended her.

"So why the fuck did you go to him? I told you that I would protect you. How the fuck am I supposed to do if you keep running?" Fitz angrily yelled stepping into Olivia's face. Watching her flinch caused him to take a step back. He had to check himself, and not be hypercritical. He doesn't want her to be afraid of him after preaching how he'd protect her.

"Because I thought I was doing the right thing, Fitz. I was giving you an out!" She screamed at him.

Fitz flagged her. "I don't want an out! I want you! I want you to trust me. I know it's hard for you to trust men Liv. I get it and I am trying to show you that I am not them. I am not your father, your uncle, or any other man that has hurt you." Fitz was damn near in tears. He has never felt this intense passion for someone, not even his wife.

"I know Fitz. I know." Olivia removed her glasses and Fitz was finally able to see her eyes. They were red and puffy.

"Then let me love you, yeah."

"I want you to because I love you." Olivia walked over to Fitz and wrapped her arms around his waist. He could hear her say that over and over, still, he wasn't sure if he could trust it. She has to show him.

"Stop running from me." Fitz looked down at this little woman who has his heart and she's already driving him crazy.

"I am done running...now kiss me, love." Olivia puckered her lips for a kiss.

Fitz brushed his lips across Olivia's teasing her. She pulled him closer into her body and mashed her lips against his kissing him. Fitz cupped her ass and picked her up placing her onto the receptionist desk.

Fitz broke the kiss. "I don't like that guy," he couldn't mask his jealousy anymore.

"But you love me." Olivia cupped his chin pulling him in for another kiss.

"I do love you."

"I love you too."

"I hate to ruin the moment, but I gotta pee babe."

Olivia laughed, "it's in the back to the left."

"Be right back." Fitz kissed Olivia before walking off to the bathroom.

As he was heading to the bathroom he heard the buzzer and the door to the salon open. What he heard next temporarily paralyzed him in place.

"Where's my husband, whore?"

Babes, aaalllootttt I know! As always leave your thoughts, until next time.