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My mother always told me that laughing didn't express anything. I had always doubted that affirmation, as my mother used to love laughing with my father, usually accompanied by a bottle of wine. My father had also told me that it was just a sound coming from a mouth, that it didn't mean anything. But when she laughed, it felt like the world was stopping. The way her smile started forming again, then deforming into a huge O, from which that sound came. It wasn't just a sound: It was her expression, the way her face twitched, and she threw her head back.

She was joy trapped in a single person.

She was beautiful.

"Oh, you were being serious?" she stopped laughing for only a second before her hand went to cover her mouth. I could tell she was still smiling, even with her hand covering her lower face.

She was suppose to be getting to know me, the real me. I was trying to tell her everything without blowing my cover, which was hard. She deserved to know about Jake and her father. Instead of telling her the truth I told her about my sixth grade performance of The Wizard Of Oz, where I played a tree. She seemed to be enjoying herself.

"Yes I am serious" she laughed again.

"Okay sorry sorry, tell me more." She was sitting propped up against the head rest on the bed, her feet kicked underneath each opposite thigh. The blanket was pulled up around her shoulders and she snuggled deeper into them.

"My favorite color is red, I have two siblings both younger than me. Teddy is my youngest brother he is around your age and he is in med school. Lauren is the middle child and she is studying to be a photographer. They are annoying but I love them a lot. They are going to love you." I thought about how long its been since I have talked to either of them.

"My mom was a doctor she retired a few years ago and my Father is a politician. He was a senator, he isn't really a nice guy. I don't go home often because of him. Teddy and I strive not to be like him."

I met her gaze, she looked almost sad for me.

"You are a great man, probably the best man. You are kind, sweet and loving." She grabbed my hand and gave it a squeeze. I was instantly filled with remorse and guilt.

"I am making you marry me Liv I don't think that is to kind or sweet." I removed my hand from her hold and got off the bed. I didn't miss the hurt look on her face. I just felt like I needed space between us.

"I am honored that you chose me to be your wife. You could have any supermodel, actress, singer, slutty bartender, hot attorney or literally any other person of higher statue then me. I am just below the line of average you lowered your standards a hell of a lot. So I don't see this as a problem, I get to marry and then date a handsome man. We might be going about this the wrong way. But don't ever think that I somehow am finding my decision difficult. You are the one that should be upset, you get the raw end of the deal. But I.. I get you, what more could I want?".

Her words were spoken seriously and it hurt me. I really wish she knew the truth.

"Don't do that." I shook my head and turned to look at her.

"Don't what?"

"Don't sell yourself short. I am lucky you agreed to this. You are better than any slutty bartender or supermodel. Olivia the past week of my life has been... I cant even explain it to you. I enjoy you okay? More than I have enjoyed anyone in my life. Your are perfect so don't very say otherwise." I gave her my best smile.

"Thank you, Will you come back to bed now?" she patted the spot next to her on the bed.

"Yes ma'am" I crawled into bed keeping a respectable distance.

"Why didn't you just stay married to Mellie?" she asked the second I was comfortable.

"Why do you still talk to her if she treated you that way?" her face was serious.

Good question Fitz, come up with your lie.

I thought for a moment of a good reason as to why somone in there right mind would still be friends with there ex.

"You said that you won't hate me for making you marry me, do you rember your reason?"

She looked at me for a second before she answered.

"I said that you were doing it for a reason."

"Exactly, she had her reasons and I had mine. She is a good person."

She started to picked at her fingers.

"Did you sleep with her?" she didn't look at me.

The truth, we got drunk and slept together at the office Christmas party a few years ago. I figured she could know the truth.

"I slept with her once" She still didn't look at me.

"You married her and you only slept with her once?" The disbelief was obvious in her voice.

"Olivia?" She still didn't look at me.

"Liv look at me." I softly demanded. it took her a minute but her eyes flickered in my direction.

"I only slept with her once, we were friends never lovers."

"Do you think we are better off as friends too?" she went back to picking at her fingers. If she didn't stop she was going to break open her skin.

What I was thinking was Yes, but "No" came out of my mouth.

She smiled at me. "Good."

Her contagious smile had me smiling back at her.

" Anything else you want to know?"

"How did you get into drugs?"

This I had an answer for, I have recited it a hundred times before.

"My father always wanted me to be his prodigy, he pushed me to be something I wasn't so I rebelled. Turned out selling drugs was what I was good at. So I kept doing it."

"I understand that, my dad always wanted me to be a lawyer. Except I moved that was my rebellion. I moved here and I never looked back."

I knew this. I knew most things that related to her and her father.

"What happened between the two of you." I knew the answer but I asked anyway.

"When my mom died he turned into a person I didn't recognize, He started drinking a lot and the he would.." She stopped abruptly.

"What did he do?" I was afraid to ask but if she didn't tell me I would think the worst.

She reached her hands inside of my shirt that was on her small frame and pulled it off. Leaving her in only her purple cotton bra and matching panties.

She turned away from me and flexed her back muscles

That's when I saw it.

I had seen her naked a hand full of times and I had never noticed it before.

Their was a scar that started at her lower back and wrapped around to her side and stopped right below her rib cage.

I reached reached my hand out and touched it delicately. It was deep, I could tell that much from the way the scar tissue developed.

"What happened, what did he do to you?" I whispered the words getting caught in my throat.

"He had to much to drink and he gets angry. He drank all his beers so he got mad. It was late I couldn't go out, I was suppose to be studying for a test. No wasn't really something you told my Father. He pulled a knife and I tried to get away." She stopped for a minute and her body started to tremble. She was crying and my heart broke for her.

"He caught me and there was just so much blood. I couldn't go to the police so Jake came over and patched me up. That's when we became close he helped me cover up the bruises and the burns and the cuts. He felt bad and he apologized, but it never lasted he would be drunk the next day. That's why I had to get out."

I didn't say anything for a moment as I let her cry.

We (being the CIA) didn't know that Olivia was abused, if we had we would've taken her out of the house.

"I am so sorry." the words were useless coming out of my mouth.

"Don't be it isn't your fault."

She turned back to me her face was tear stained and her nose was running.

"Come here" I opened my arms and she folded herself into my arms.

My shirt was long forgotten and I could feel her warm skin against my body.

She was still sick but at this point I didn't care about the risk of being sick.

"I am so sorry this happened to you." I kissed her hair, her small body was still racked with sobs.

"I really am sorry" I rocked her in my arms.

"Really don't be, I didn't tell you for your pity. I told you so that you could know." she sniffled and buried her head into my chest.

"You don't have to put up these walls not with me and if you wanted to talk to someone, if not me then someone else I could have that arranged." I continued to rock her and hold her tightly.

She wrapped her arms around me."I like talking to you, if that's okay."

I smiled against her hair "That is perfectly okay."

"I want to thank you for taking care of me. I know I can be a handful when I am sick." she adjusted her head so that she was looking at me.

"No place I would rather be"

That was the truth. I couldn't think of anywhere else I would want to be.

She was different.

She was peace.

She felt like home.