Hello everyone, hope this update finds you all safe, healthy and staying home. I loved that so many of you liked the last few chapters. Someone even referred to Fitz and Olivia's sex scenes as "smut." I love it! Anyway, as always I'm glad so many of you are still here, enjoying what I'm writing. We're finally getting to what a lot you've been waiting for. Thanks again for taking time out of your day to read my story.
Enjoy,
TBOT
P.S.
Stay home.
X
Olivia woke a few hours later in her bed wearing Fitz's t-shirt, and with Elliott asleep in bed next to her, her little arms wrapped around Bugsy. Sometime early that morning he'd brought her satiated and exhausted body to her bed and had also gone downstairs to the kid's suite to retrieve their daughter. She stretched and yawned before shifting in the bed and leaning over to kiss her baby's forehead. The achy throbbing between her thighs made her wince and grimace, as she rolled onto her back. She smiled to herself. Miss Olivia had been worked over and worked out.
She flashed back to the intense lovemaking and blushed, remembering his mouth and lips on her, exploring her, and then the way he'd filled her, burying his dick deep inside her. They'd made love several times over the course of three hours, as if making up for the time they'd been apart, and she had fallen asleep in his arms.
She'd awakened just before five and moved to sit up.
"Stay a while longer."His voice was thick, husky from sleep.
She turned to face Fitz. She didn't know he was awake. "Fitz I can't, I have to go to my room and shower before getting Elliott."
"Don't worry, Livvie, she will be okay for a few more hours."
"I know that. But I still need to go."
He watched her, contemplating, as she bit on her lower lip.
"Don't look at me like that," she shot at him.
Fitz's response was to pull her closer so she could get a feel of his semi-erection against her thigh.
"Fitz…" she warned. "I really need to go."
"Why?" He reached out and began to stroke her breast. He could feel and see her nipple instantly harden beneath his fingers.
"Haven't you had enough?" she asked.
"Nope. As long as I can get it up, I'll never get enough. And should I remind that we have five years worth of catching up to do? We've barely scratched the surface." He leaned in and kissed her neck.
"Fitz…" Olivia half moaned, half admonished as his mouth replaced his fingers on her breasts. His hand moved up her leg and her thighs automatically parted for him and she threw her bare leg atop his. He groaned, sliding his thumb over her clit. "My plan is to make it as hard as possible for you to get out of this bed anytime soon. Let me know if it's working."
He began to circle her clit gently, teasing her as she gasped loudly.
"That feels good," she reluctantly admitted. He was well aware that she was enjoying it because he could feel her body begin to respond.
"Only good? That's not enough for me, Livvie. Is it enough for you?"
"I don't know. Maybe." She sucked in a breath as his thumb added pressure to her clit.
"Should I stop then?" he asked as he rolled her onto her back and lay between her legs.
He pulled his hand from her inner thighs, and she moaned in protest. Chuckling, he cupped her core while bringing his free hand up to fondle her breast.
"Fitz." Her voice trailed off as she moaned out his name, the way he liked.
He knew she was ready. He reached over to grab another condom. They had gone through several during the night and early morning. He went up on his knees to roll it on but she took it from him. She leaned forward and kissed the tip of his erection before rolling the condom down his thick cock. When she finished, she took his hand and lay on her back, pulling him down with her.
Fitz settled his full length between her thighs and kissed her. She grasped his hair and he let out a groan of pleasure. He lifted one of legs over the crook of his arm, spreading her wide enough for him to enter before he thrust hard and deep inside her.
Fitz didn't move as he allowed her to grow accustomed to him and stretch around his swollen cock. He whispered her name as they both started to move together. He felt her walls squeeze around his ramming dick. She squeezed tighter and he hissed, his jabs becoming more merciless. He was lost in her, grinding into her with deep strokes. Grabbing her waist, he lifted her off the bed and thrust deeper, against her G-spot over and over.
Gripping his shoulders, Olivia sank her nails unconsciously into his flesh. He didn't notice the pain as his eyes locked onto how her breasts bounced with each thrust. Soon just looking wasn't enough. He leaned forward and took a nipple into his mouth. She lifted her chin, offering him her lips. Fitz took her lips in an open-mouthed kiss.
The only sound in the room was the slapping of flesh against flesh as Fitz filled her again and again with his strokes.
Breathing heavily, he whispered in her ear, "You're mine, and I'm yours."
Olivia moaned out loud as his thick cock slowed and began to massage her walls with smooth, long strokes. "Fitz."
"Ssh, don't talk," he whispered soothingly and kissed her again before wrapping his arms around her tighter.
"Fitz…" she gasped again as Olivia's head fell forward and she met his thrusts. She was ready and wanted to take him with her. Grabbing his hair, she pulled his head up from her breasts and kissed him. Her vaginal walls tightened around him with muscles she hadn't used in five years.
He picked up on the change in her breathing and sensed she was close. Reaching between their slick bodies, he used his thumb to work her clit and watched as her eyes rolled back and her mouth gaped open.
In seconds, she came long and hard triggering Fitz's release. She raised her hips off the bed, her entire body shaking. It was no surprise to her that they came together, as their bodies were still attuned. Spent, Fitz closed his eyes and rested his forehead against hers, keeping his weight off her with his arms. It took a few moments to catch their breath before Fitz leaned down and kissed her sweetly.
Minutes later, he pulled out of her and got up to discard the condom. When he returned, she was sound asleep. Knowing she wanted to go back to her room, he picked up his t-shirt from the floor and went about pulling it over her head and covering her naked body. She moaned but she never fully awakened. He picked her up in his arms and walked through the foyer and living room to her bedroom, and placed her on the bed. Standing, he watched her get comfortable before drifting off again. He leaned down and kissed her and left the room.
X
Fitz lay in bed wide awake thinking about Olivia. He could still smell her on the sheets, on his skin. In the air. Shifting his head on the pillow, he thought about what had happened between them. They'd spent most of the early morning in each other's arms, making love. It was strange how dreams could almost seem real. But in this case, it had not been a dream.
The early morning that they'd shared, after being apart for five years, had been mind blowing. The first time they came together, their loving hadn't been sweet and gentle, but dirty and hard. He had tried to be gentle. He tried to be tender. But he'd lost control, and she had matched his every stroke. Fitz closed his eyes, remembering Olivia beneath him. Her legs wrapped around his waist in a vise grip, allowing for deeper penetration. Each time he entered her she'd arched against him, pulling him deeper and deeper inside of her. He'd lost count of the number of orgasms either of them had experienced. The last time had been right before he'd taken her sleeping body to her room. Lying there now, he felt completely drained yet energized.
He hoped she didn't have any regrets because he sure as hell didn't. He also knew they should have kept sex out of whatever this was they had going on, but he couldn't stop himself. It was hard when there was still so much chemistry between them. No. He had no regrets, not now and maybe, not ever. He'd realized what was important, and what was important was Olivia. She and their daughter were all that mattered in his world. He couldn't fathom life without either of them.
As the sun began to rise, he flung the covers from his body and went to shower, so he could begin his day.
X
Olivia yawned and stretched her aching muscles. It was a good ache. She blushed, thinking of all the naughty things they'd done to one another, all of the positions they'd tried as they rediscovered each other's bodies and pleasures after five years. She was going to need a deep massage when she returned to D.C.
Looking around the room, she noticed he'd retrieved her dress and clutch from the foyer, where she'd haphazardly left them. The dress, along with her underwear, lay across one of the stuffed chairs with the clutch, and her shoes were sitting neatly on the floor, next to the chair.
She was touched by his thoughtfulness, but that was Fitz. He had been nothing but patient and accommodating with her since he'd come back into her life.
Quietly, Olivia stood from the bed and made her way to the bathroom. Her body hummed and tingled with each step she took, stretching her sore muscles. Instead of a shower, she decided to run a bath in the large soaking tub. After adding bath salts to the hot water, she turned and walked across the large room to the vanity and stared at herself in the mirror.
She smiled. She looked good. Dreamy and well loved. Very well loved. She had what her sister would call an "orgasmic glow." Cecily! She knew her sister would figure out what she and Fitz had been up to. Olivia didn't know how, but she knew her sister. If Cecily could see her right now, she would certainly agree that she had the unmistakable glow of a satisfied woman. Laughing softly, she removed Fitz's t-shirt and gingerly lowered her tired, achy body into the hot, fragrant water.
Thirty minutes later, she walked out of the bathroom wearing a silk robe, her face freshly scrubbed and her hair in a messy bun on top of her head. The hot water had eased some of the soreness from her body.
Olivia had fully expected Elliott to be awake by now since it was after eight 'o clock. But the little girl was currently on her back spread out like an octopus, snoring softly. She walked over and kissed her forehead again but the child didn't stir. "That sleepover must have been a rager," she mused as she left the bedroom.
Olivia walked down the hallway towards the scent of fresh coffee and into the living room. The first things she saw were the large red shopping bags with the American Girl logo. They hadn't been there last night, or had they? She wasn't sure, but she knew where they came from. Christine and JR. They had taken her to the store after the seeing the musical. It wasn't her visit, but she'd apparently enjoyed the trip. There was also a bag with the Frozen logo filled with merchandise from the show. She and Fitz had asked the grandparents, on several occasions, to rein it in and try not to spoil Elliott, but their efforts were in vain. All four grandparents were determined to make sure she was thoroughly spoiled.
She made her way over to the wet bar where coffee and tea had been set up by the butler service. Bypassing the tea, she poured herself a glass of water and stood sipping, watching him. He stood with his back to her at the floor to ceiling windows looking down at the city, a cup of coffee in his hand. He was wearing a pair of gray sweatpants and a black tee. Olivia stared at the view, her eyes traveling over his body in shameless appreciation.
Fitz turned suddenly and smiled.
"See something you like?"
Caught staring, she smiled. "Good morning," she said as she poured another glass of water before joining him at the windows.
"Good morning," he said as he pulled her into a hug and kissed her cheek. "You smell delicious."
"Thank you," she said as she slid her arm around his waist.
"So the little lady is still asleep, huh?"
Olivia chuckled. "Yes. That must have been some sleepover. She's worn out."
"They were all still asleep when I went to the suite to get her. She woke for a second, and went back to sleep. I guess you were both exhausted, because you never stirred when I brought her to your room and put her in bed with you."
She looked up at him. "I wonder why."
"It's all your fault, Livvie. You kept us all night."
"Oh, no, no, no Fitz! I am not taking the blame! You are insatiable. With that perpetual erection."
He laughed. "That's your fault too. You do that to me. I'm hard now."
She looked down and saw his dick print. Looking in the direction of the room where their daughter was still asleep, she slapped his arm. "Fitz! Elle's going to wake up any minute. Put that thing away," she whispered.
He laughed again. "I can't help it, Livvie. Whenever I'm close to you, I'm aroused."
"Well that sounds like a personal problem. Go and take a cold shower. Maybe it'll go away."
Fitz leaned down and whispered near her ear. "Or…maybe…we…can…"
"No, Fitz! I'm not having sex with you."
He threw up his hands. "Okay, okay. I'm sorry, babe." He pulled her back into a tight hug. "I'm going to order room service. I'm starving. Do you want anything special?"
She wrinkled her nose. "Not really. Fruit, maybe?" What she really wanted was another serving of Fitzgerald Grant.
"Okay. I'll go and take care of breakfast and this," he said, pointing to his obvious erection.
She chuckled. "Good. I'm going to check on Elle. What time is the car supposed to be here?" she asked. They were spending the day at the Bronx Zoo with Harrison and his family.
"Eleven."
She nodded. "I'll finish packing and have our daughter awake, bathed, dressed and ready for breakfast."
"Livvie, we don't have to check out today. We can stay another night," he said, giving her that lopsided grin.
Olivia shook her head. "No, Fitzgerald, I know what you're trying to do." He knew she wouldn't sleep with him in his parent's home so he was looking for a repeat performance of the last night and this morning at the hotel. "Your mother extended the invitation to stay in her home and I'm staying in her home tonight. Last night was different, everybody stayed here."
"Can't blame a guy for trying," he mumbled.
She laughed. "You are shameless, Mr. Grant."
"Only when it comes to you, Ms. Pope."
"Okay, mister," she laughed, before turning and heading to her bedroom.
X
"What smells so good?" Olivia asked as she and Elliott walked towards the table that was laden with food.
Elliott released her mother's hand and ran to her father.
"Daddy!" she squealed.
"Hey there, princess." He lifted her in the air, hugging her tight while she kissed his cheek.
"Good morning, Daddy," she said as she held his face in her little hands.
"Good morning, princess."
"Guess what, Daddy?" She asked as she leaned back in his arms.
"What, baby?" He asked as he squeezed his precious girl to him affectionately, before kissing her again.
She was so excited she didn't even notice he'd called her 'baby' again.
"Let me see if I can guess." He studied her. "I don't think you've grown since last night." He turned her head from side to side. "Still two ears."
Elliott giggled.
"I give up. What?"
"Grammy and Grampy are taking me to the FAO so I can jump on the piano."
"They are?!" he asked.
She shook her head vigorously.
"No way!"
"Uh-huh. We're going tomorrow."
"Well that sounds like fun."
He and Olivia knew about the planned trip to the toy store. Fitz's mother had called them while they were out yesterday and asked if they could take her. Of course they'd given their permission. They'd also asked that she and JR not purchase any new toys for their granddaughter, but knew not to hold their breaths.
"I'm sure you're going to have a good time with Grammy and Grampy," he said as he walked over to the table and sat her on a chair at the table.
Olivia had been watching her two loves with an amused expression, before she spoke.
"What do we have here?" she asked as Fitz pulled out a chair for her.
He laughed. "Everything. Literally." Fitz wanted them to have a family breakfast and had ordered a little of everything from the menu.
"Guess we'll be here eating breakfast all day," she said with humor in her voice.
"No!" Elliott said shaking her head, eyes widened to saucers. "We have to go to the zoo."
Olivia took her daughter's chin in her hand. "I know, sweet pea. We're going to have breakfast and then we're going to the zoo. Is that okay with you?"
She shook her head, her smile returning. "Okay, Mommy."
X
Olivia felt her heart leap at the sight of Fitz and Elliott, father and daughter, walking in front of her, hand in hand. That was an image she couldn't shake, the same way she couldn't seem to shake her feelings for Fitz.
It was a good day and she'd allowed herself to soak up the sense that they were a real family. The children's area had left Elliott and Harrison's three and a half year old twin daughters, Chloe and Charlotte, completely engaged. They were learning about, and touching the animals.
Elliott had kept her tiny hand in her daddy's as she got close enough to pet them, and it was so touching, Olivia had reached for her phone, snapping a few photos of the sweet moment between father and daughter. He had fallen easily into the role of father, giving his love, time and attention to their daughter like he was born to do it. He'd more than proven to her that he was father material.
She felt her heart sigh at the vision they made, father and daughter. The picture they made was forever etched in her memory.
X
"So what's going on with you and Liv?"
There was a moment of silence and Fitz sighed. "I still love her, Harry and I want her back," he admitted before breaking into a huge smile.
"Why?"
"Why?" Fitz asked in confusion.
"Harrison nodded. "Why?"
Both men stared at one another before their gazes went back to their daughters, who were enjoying the miniature donkeys.
"The truth is, I never stopped loving and wanting her."
Harrison lifted a brow at Fitz's confession.
"It's true. That's why I was angry when I saw her again. I hadn't gotten over her walking away from me. I blamed her for keeping my daughter a secret and the years we lost."
"So nothing's changed, even though she kept Tootie from you for almost five years?" Harrison asked.
"I didn't say that, Harry. A lot has changed between us. The biggest being we have a child together. At one time I had hopes and dreams of a shared future even though she was adamant that she wasn't ready. She walked away and kept my daughter from me, but it still doesn't change the way I feel about her."
"And why are you feeling this way about her?"
Fitz didn't need to think about his response, his words flowed easily, from his heart.
"Because I like being with her, even when we're not alone. Because thinking of her makes me feel alive. Because I have never felt a need to protect anyone the way I want to protect her…and my daughter. Because I will say anything to make her smile at me. Laugh with me. Because I see myself going to bed with her every night and waking up with her every morning. Because I want more children, with doe eyes and pouty lips. I just want to marry her, raise a family and grow old together."
"Does she know you feel this way about her?"
Fitz smiled at his friend and shook his head.
"Well damn, Fitz. What are you waiting on?"
Fitz chuckled at Harrison's comment. "We still have a lot to discuss, things to air out. Right now we're just going through the motions, raising our daughter."
"When are you going to have this talk?"
"Soon. I hope."
"Well if you're sure this is what you want and you think, no, you hope she feels the same way, carry on, my man. Carry on." He looked at Fitz with a bright smile on his face before walking over to Chloe and thwarting her attempt to climb the fence separating her from the donkeys.
Fitz had faith that this time, being with Olivia wouldn't lead to heartbreak, but, for her and their daughter, he was willing to risk it. He just hoped it wouldn't come to that.
X
"Liv…Olivia."
She was jarred from her memories of the early morning she'd shared with Fitz by the calling of her name and turned to look at Veronique who was pushing her infant son in a Bugaboo stroller. She smiled to cover her surprise and ignore Veronique's knowing look. She had been in a definite daze and her cousin's wife had noticed.
"Girl, if a man is on your mind to the point of distraction, then he should probably be in your life…permanently."
Here we go.
Her eyes shot to Veronique. She wasn't wrong. Of course she'd been thinking about Fitz before she was interrupted. Lately, she couldn't seem to do anything else. She had to shake her head at the memory of what they'd done early that morning and it had taken every bit of her willpower to walk away from him to get dressed for their day.
It also hadn't helped that earlier at breakfast, while their daughter gave them every detail of the sleepover with her cousins, she had innocently asked her parents if she could have a baby sister or baby brother like Nola. She and Fitz had both been speechless for a few seconds, before he answered their daughter.
"Do you really want one?" Fitz chuckled as his daughter's head eagerly bobbed up and down.
"No I want two," she said holding up two fingers. "Two just alike, like Chloe and Charlotte, and Evie and Bella. Can we have two, please?"Four year old Evangeline and Isabella were Ryan and Abby Grant's twin daughters.
He met Olivia's gaze, giving her a wicked grin which she didn't return. "I think that's possible one day, princess" he told their daughter. Elliott seemed to be satisfied with that answer, but her mother was still in shock.
"I don't know what's going on between you two, Liv, but sometimes what you don't say is just as telling as what you do say. So with that in mind, and from the look on your face, good for you girl." She walked away smiling coyly and pushing the stroller.
Olivia didn't respond to Veronique's very astute assessment, she just moaned in pleasure at the memory with a shake of her head. No other words were necessary.
X
Days later…
Things had been going great for Fitz and the two ladies in his life. Elliott loved him as much as he loved and adored her. He couldn't get enough of his baby and those big blue-green eyes. She was smart and funny and she always asked a million questions. School was about to be dismissed for the summer so she would be spending more time with him and her grandparents.
And Elliott's mother, well just thinking of her name was enough for his body to react. She still had a tight hold on his heart. Spending so much time together, they couldn't ignore each other. So they didn't. Every night, since returning from New York, they put their daughter to bed and then they'd indulged in one another, trying new positions and other experiments until the early morning, when he would shower and go downstairs to start breakfast while she went for a swim.
X
One week later…
Olivia awakened, raising her head from the pillow where she lay naked on her stomach in the middle of her bed. She stretched then rolled over onto her back and sat up. Her eyes had to adjust to the darkness before she saw Fitz sitting in the window seat, staring out into the dark.
Standing from the bed, she reached for her robe and put it on before walking toward the locked door. Turning to look at him once more, she unlocked the door and left the room. Her first stop was their daughter's room. Elliott was underneath the covers and still asleep.
Leaving her daughter's room, she padded down the stairs and into the kitchen. Opening the door to the refrigerator, she grabbed a bottle of spring water and closed the door with her hip before walking to island and taking a seat. Unscrewing the top, she took a long sip of water. Her eyes took in the room the three of them were just enjoying dinner in a few hours earlier. Not long after they'd put their daughter to bed, she'd grabbed his hand, pulled him into her bedroom and had her way with him, and it had been hot. Just like the night before and the night before that and any other night they were together.
Her telling herself that what happened in New York would only happen once was a big lie. She was enjoying the way Fitz loved her body way too much to stop. They would go at it well into the night and the early morning hours, leaving her sated and smiling every time. But it wasn't just the physical, which was amazing and better than before, it was just Fitz.
Thinking about him, Olivia wanted more.
She tipped her head back and drained the last of the water. Her thirst quenched, she was now hungry for more of Fitz. She stood and tossed the bottle into the recycling bin before making her way back upstairs to her bedroom. Closing and locking the door when she entered, she walked toward Fitz, who was still sitting on the window seat. She dropped her robe on the bed, and she kept moving.
Fitz watched her as she approached. He was wearing his black boxer briefs and nothing else. He had one muscled leg bent, his foot pressed against the cushion of the seat and his arm draped across his knee.
Their eyes locked as they begin to breath in sync. She kept her eyes on him as she slowly walked over to where he sat.
Fitz's eyes lit up as he watched every single detail of her moments. She touched the intimate spots on her body. First stroking her nipples and then slowly moving to her belly button and then her hip and finally toward the narrow strip of hair that covered her sex. She purred and bit her bottom lip as she stared at him.
Fitz's jaw clenched as he lowered his foot to the floor. He watched her closely as she tried to tempt him. It was working. She came to stand between his open knees admiring his long legs and muscular thighs and the large erection that was straining against his briefs. Her mouth watered at the sight of his package.
"Your body's perfect, Livvie," he said, his voice thick with lust.
"Ditto, Mr. Grant," she whispered before lowering herself to her knees and reaching for his briefs. When her small hand reached inside, exposing his cock, he wasted no time removing them.
She took him into her hand and began to stroke him. A long slow hiss escaped through his lips and quickly grew into a moan at the first feel of her tongue and lips on the thick and smooth tip of his dick.
"Livvie," he moaned from deep in his throat.
Olivia took her time tasting him. Pleasing him. Sucking him. Licking him. She kissed his tip before she sucked a good bit of him deeply. His hips thrust up a little from the seat and he moaned again. She released him from her mouth just long enough to smile up at him, before taking him in again. She looked up at him, taking in his beautiful body. His broad shoulders, solid chest, and rock-hard abs that were coated with sweat.
Just too damn fine, she thought.
Olivia sucked him harder and he cried out.
"Livvie, don't…," he begged, his head falling back.
With one last kiss to his smooth tip, Olivia rose to her feet and walked over to the night table to retrieve a condom. Walking back to him, she tore open the packet and rolled the condom over him engorged cock. He sucked in a sharp breath. She climbed onto his lap and eased her sex down onto his hard member, slowly. She waited for her body to adjust to the feel of him without his size causing her pain. She wanted to enjoy him with no discomfort.
Olivia remained still for a moment and savored the feel of him stretching her, filling her. She released a low gasp of pleasure and took the rest of him inside her as she loosened her grip on his shoulders and moved them her hands to his face. Her eyes glazed over with passion as she leaned down to kiss him. Slowly, she began to move her hips.
Fitz held her hips as she rode him slowly. He helped guide her up and down his dick. Her walls gripped and released him, and he became harder. Wincing slightly she stopped moving for a few seconds before she started to move clockwise and then counter clockwise as he watched passion on her face. She bit her bottom lip and moaned and he bit the inside of his mouth to keep from going over the edge. Pulling her close, he buried his face between her neck and shoulder and placed light kisses there.
The only thing Olivia cared about at the moment was pleasing Fitz. She loved how they were able to get lost in one another and drown out everything but their moans, grunts, sighs and erotic wordplay.
He made her feel so damn sexy.
"Fitz. Oh, Fitz," she moaned against his hair as he moved his head to her breasts and took a nipple in his mouth.
"I'm…oh, Fitz," Olivia moaned again, closing her eyes as she felt her body giving in to his tongue on her breasts.
"You almost there, sweet baby?" he whispered, as his eyes took in her face and saw the intensity that was always there before she came.
"Yes. Yes. Yes." She cried out.
"Me too, sweet baby. Me too," he responded as he pumped his hips upward and pushed her down onto his dick and deepened his thrust. His lips moved to hers and they sucked on each other between moans and primal grunts.
Moments later their cries of pleasure filled the room as Olivia's body stiffened and arched against Fitz. She called his name then collapsed onto him. Seeing her go over the edge pushed him over as well. Neither of them could say anything. Fitz held her tightly before move his hands up and down her back until their ragged and loud breathing returned to normal.
Fitz brushed her damp hair aside and kissed her forehead. Olivia had never felt more cherished.
"Did I tell you that you're amazing, Miss Pope?" he asked and kissed her nose before giving her that lopsided grin.
She laughed. "I think you have, on more than one occasion Mr. Grant." They were silent until she moved off of him. He stood and went to the bathroom to discard the condom.
She was pulling on her robe when he returned to the bedroom. "I'm going to check on Elle."
He pulled her back to him. "I'll do it, Livvie." He walked over to the bench at the foot of the bed and retrieved his jeans. He put them on and then leaned down to kiss her.
"Okay, I'll just go take a shower," she said and turned towards the bathroom.
"I'll join you when I get back," he said, giving her that lopsided grin and playfully swatting her backside
"Hey!" She looked at him in shock and fake indignation.
He laughed and hurriedly unlocked the door and left to check on their daughter.
X
One week later…
Elliott was officially on summer vacation which meant a slight change in their daily routine. She was now going to summer camp which started a little later and Olivia was now working from home, trying to wrap up her current merger and other loose ends, before she began her annual summer leave. She and Elliott usually spent at least two weeks on the Vineyard with her parents. This year the Grants wanted them to spend a few days with their family in Tisbury. It was only a fifteen minute drive from Oak Bluffs but they would stay on the family compound with everyone else. After all, they were still bonding.
Fitz was still preparing breakfast for them every morning but instead of driving over, he just went downstairs since he was already there. He and Olivia were enjoying each other every night and most mornings before they had to wake their daughter. The attraction between them had not lessened any, nor was their lovemaking confined strictly to the bedroom. They enjoyed the stolen moments they shared while Elliott was at camp and when Olivia was supposed to be working, or later after their daughter had been tucked into bed for the night.
After they managed to pull themselves away from one another and Fitz prepared breakfast, he took Elliott to camp and usually returned to Olivia's home before going to run personal errands or to spend time with his parents. The morning drive to school and now camp was father-daughter bonding time, and he loved it.
This morning when he'd returned from taking their daughter to camp, he walked through the foyer and to Olivia's office. He heard her laughing, loud, at something someone on her team had said. She was sitting at her desk, surprisingly still wearing a robe. Checking his watch, he verified the time. Yep, ten 'o clock, he thought as he stood watching her. Her hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail and she wore a pair of simple, black framed glasses. He teased her when she wore them, saying she looked like a school librarian. A very naughty librarian, but a librarian none the less.
Suddenly aware that she was being watched, Olivia looked over her shoulder to see Fitz leaning against the door with his arms folded across his chest, staring at her. His expression was warm and they stared at each other in silence for at least a minute.
"I didn't hear you come in," she said.
He grinned at her. "You were on your conference call."
She nodded and smiled back. "How was drop-off?"
"The usual. She skipped along holding my hand, talking about anything and everything as we walked toward the building. After sign-in, she kissed me, waved and gave me a "bye, Daddy," he mimicked his daughter's voice "and ran off with her friends."
Olivia laughed and stood. "You should see the look on your face, like you've lost your best friend."
Fitz was definitely feeling that way. He knew his daughter loved and adored him but she loved her friends too.
Fitz laughed as he walked farther into the room. "Well I feel that way right now but I know she loves her old dad."
"Yes, she does," Olivia said as Fitz pulled her into his arms. They had showered together earlier and both smelled like her body wash. She arched her body to him when he pulled her closer.
"What are your plans for the next two hours?" she asked.
"Nothing pressing. Why?"
She stood on her tip toes and kissed him before she took a step back. Reaching for the belt on her robe, she pulled on it and the robe fell open.
Fitz's eyes nearly popped out of his head. Olivia was standing in front of him dressed in a melon lace barely there demi-bra, matching bikini panties and nothing else.
"Wow!"
She chuckled softly. "I thought we could play before I have to get on another call in…" she glanced at the clock on the wall, "an hour and thirty minutes." She dropped the robe so that he could get a better view of her well toned body in the sexy underwear.
Fitz took several steps until he had her backed up against the large desk. He kissed the tip of her nose. "I think that's more than enough time, Miss Pope."
She caressed his cheek. He placed a kiss in the palm of her hand before wrapping his arm around her waist and pulled her to him again.
"I didn't doubt it, Mr. Grant."
He rubbed his hard cock against her seductively to let her know he was ready.
"Oh, I like that," she whispered.
"Then I'm positive that you'll love this." Fitz kissed down her throat to her breasts. He took the lace fabric between his teeth and tugged gently before exposing her breasts and her hard nipples. He licked and she moaned her appreciation.
"Let's do this, baby," she whispered and kissed his hair. She attempted to move them towards the sofa, but Fitz had other ideas. With one arm wrapped her waist, he took his other and swept her desk clean.
"Fitzgerald!" Olivia shrieked with surprise as most of the items scattered onto the floor.
"You said you wanted to play," he reminded her. In one swift move, he lifted her up on the desk.
Spreading her legs, he removed her panties. She removed his shirt. He finished removing her bra. She unbuckled his belt, unzipped his jeans and then pulled them and his briefs down his hips and muscled thighs to the floor. She stroked his engorged cock.
"Looks like you're ready," she purred.
"Always, sweet baby."
He moved closer before she pressed a hand to his chest.
"Condom, babe. Robe. Pocket." She said between kisses to her throat, neck and chest.
Fitz stepped back, reached down and picked up her discarded robe, and removed several condom packets.
"Somebody's prepared."
She nodded and took one of the packets from his hand and ripped it open. Removing the condom she slowly rolled it down his cock. She wrapped her hand around him and stroked him a couple of times.
With one hand he cupped her breast and with the other he played with her nipple before lowering his head and using his tongue. She arched her back, thrusting her breast farther into his face. After giving all of his attention to one breast, he moved to the other. He suckled. She shuddered. His deadly tongue worked its way down her body until it came in contact with her core. When he finally entered her, Olivia's screams of pleasures echoed throughout the quiet house.
As promised, she was on time for her conference call, grateful that no one could see the satisfied glow on her face.
X
A few days later…
Fitz stood in Olivia's kitchen making brunch for the two them after they'd made love. She'd been waiting for him in bed when he'd returned from taking their daughter to camp. They'd spent almost two hours pleasuring each other before showering together and getting dressed. She was currently in her office going through documents.
These last few weeks, since they'd returned from New York, had been nothing short of perfect but Fitz was beginning to see a pattern. They spent the majority of their time alone in bed. It was usually Olivia who initiated their trysts and of course he was happy to oblige. But, they never talked about themselves or what exactly it was they were doing. Or what had happened five years ago. Their conversations were always centered on their daughter or their families. Safe topics.
Fitz was beginning to wonder if Olivia would ever love him as much as he loved her. And lately, her actions spoke to his doubts and worries and filled him with unease. Did they have a future together? He was still deep in thought when she walked into the kitchen with a huge smile on her face. She joined him at the stove and slid an arm around his waist. He briefly turned from the frittata he was preparing and kissed her hair.
"Brunch is almost ready."
"Okay, babe. I'll set two place settings." He glanced at her as she moved around the kitchen.
When he finished, he plated their food and joined her at the island.
"Thank you, Fitz" she said as she poured them both a glass of apple juice, their daughter's favorite.
"You're welcome, Livvie."
Maybe she does want more from me, he thought.
X
Days later…
Olivia took a sip of her hot tea as she and Fitz sat on the couch in the cozy sitting area of her bedroom, watching the sun rise. She had awakened earlier, and propped up on her elbow, watched Fitz sleep. Watching him sleep had always been one of her favorite things to do. How had she turned her back on such a kind, generous and very sexy man? How did she keep their baby away from him for almost five years?
She sighed. Even in his sleep, she wanted him. If only he loved her as much as she loved him. If only he trusted her as much as she trusted him. If only he would have as much faith in her as she had in him.
Leaning over, she planted small kisses on his cheek and jaw, covered with a bit of morning stubble. She then moved down and kissed his chest. It had been so long since she had felt so alive, so contented and so tired. They'd made love most of the night and his masculine scent still clung to her body. God she loved him, always had, she just couldn't say it. She might lack the courage to tell him she loved him in so many words, so she showed him, with her body.
In the early morning hours, Fitz wasn't sure if he was still dreaming when he felt Olivia straddling his body. He opened his eyes and looked up into her beautiful face. No, this was not a dream.
"Good morning," he whispered in that sleep laden voice that she loved.
"Good morning to you," she answered, nearly whispering. Taking his cock in her small hand, she began to caress him slowly.
"How are you this morning, baby?"
"I'm fine, Livvie," he hissed as he gripped the sheets.
"That's good to hear." Leaning down, her tongue lightly grazed the tip of his now erect dick. "You and I have been having quite a time since we came back from New York, huh?"
Fitz jumped. Biting his lip, he gripped the sheets tighter. The words he tried to form turned into a moan.
"Is that a yes?" Olivia asked, smiling wickedly.
Bending, she kissed him and then reached over to the night table for another condom. After he was fully sheathed, she kissed him again before she took him in her hand, lined him up with her core and lowered herself down on his dick. She bit her lip to suppress a moan as he filled her.
"Oh, Fitz, so good," she groaned as she began moving her hips up and down, taking them on an all too familiar ride.
When they could both speak again, Olivia gave Fitz a satisfied grin.
"I don't know what's gotten into you Livvie, but damn that was hot."
Olivia looked down at the smile on Fitz's face, pleased that she'd put it there by way of the best damn early morning orgasm she could give him.
"I'm glad you're enjoying it."
Olivia wore nothing but Fitz's tee as she sat on his lap. After making love again, they had finally left her bed and showered. She'd walked down the hall and checked on their daughter before going downstairs brew coffee for Fitz and to prepare her morning tea.
When she'd returned with the two steaming mugs, he was sitting on the sofa in nothing but a pair of well worn Levi jeans, staring out of the open French doors at the early morning. He smiled up at her before taking the mugs and placing them on the side table and then pulling her onto his lap. He then handed her a mug and they sat in silence sipping their drinks. This had become their early morning ritual.
After a few minutes of silence, Fitz set his mug on the side table and pulled Olivia closer. He began to gently massage her scalp. His touch was light but she felt it all the way to her toes, and it made her moan. His hands felt good and she didn't want him to stop.
"You're very good at this, babe" she said, as she leaned her head back further.
"I'm very good at everything I do," he said cockily.
Olivia looked at him over shoulder and rolled her eyes. He was right. He was good at a lot of things.
"I'm sure we can find something you're not good at, mister." She hadn't found anything, yet.
"Well when you figure out what that is, let me know," he said. There was a smug smirk on his face.
Olivia laughed at turned back around. They continued to sit in silence, neither addressing the elephant in the room. She knew he was waiting for her to talk to him, but she still didn't know where to start and she was afraid of what he would say. It sounded crazy, but it was the truth.
Fear. It was the one thing keeping her from admitting her true feelings. Fear kept her safe, but it was also holding her back, holding them back. She had convinced herself that whatever this was they had, that what they were doing was good enough for her.
They sat in the quiet while Fitz massaged her scalp and her shoulders. The only sound in the room was moaning, until his stomach growled. Loudly. Olivia looked back at him and they both burst out laughing.
"Well, I guess it's time for me to go downstairs and start breakfast. I think I'm going to surprise my baby with a breakfast pizza."
"She's going to love that, Fitz. The same way she and I both loved the French toast roll-ups. Those were very good." She laughed as she slid from his lap and stood.
He stood in front of her.
"I'm going to love it too. I didn't get a chance to eat much, before you jumped my bones." He looked down at her shocked face, giving her that lopsided grin.
"Who jumped whose bones?" Olivia asked, staring up at him mischievously.
Fitz looked at her with raised eyebrows, as if to remind her of how she'd awaken him over two hours ago. She laughed loudly, offering no rebuttal.
"Whatever, mister," she said, poking his hard chest.
He held her face in his hands and kissed her lips before looking deeply in her eyes.
"I'm glad I have a strong heart, or you would have killed me by now."
Olivia chuckled. "That's the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me." Then she kissed him as he laughed at her comment.
"I'm going to go put on my bathing suit."
He watched her as she walked into her large custom dressing room and closet.
Walking over to his leather overnight bag, he took out a cerulean blue Lacoste shirt that matched his eyes and pulled it over his head. He then picked up their empty mugs and padded barefoot out of Olivia's bedroom and down the hall to check on his daughter. She was on her back, still asleep. He stood and watched her for a minute before walking over and kissing her forehead. "Daddy's here," he whispered, even though Elliott wouldn't hear the words. Finally leaving her room he smiled and whistled a happy tune as he headed downstairs to prepare breakfast for his family.
Fitz was almost finished with breakfast by the time Olivia woke their daughter and got her ready for her day at camp. They always made sure that he was downstairs when Elliott woke in the morning. Neither parent wanted her to find them in bed together. Not because she understood the outdated stigma behind her parents not being married, or that they really cared what others thought about that situation. But Elliott was four, impressionable and would tell anyone who would listen how Daddy slept in Mommy's bed every night. There was no such thing as a secret where she was concerned. Fitz and Olivia valued their privacy, so keeping their daughter out their private lives was a priority.
X
Days later…
Olivia lay on a lounge chair, watching Fitz as he pretended to race Elliott across the pool. She had begun to teach their daughter to swim when she was just nine months old. Like her mother, she loved the water. By the time she was eighteen months old, she'd learned to be safe in the water. Now, at almost five, she was diving and swimming with the Little Guppies team at summer camp. But, she was still no match for her daddy.
They were spending the early evening in Olivia's backyard, by the pool. Fitz had grilled steaks and mushrooms along with Elliott's requested hot dogs once they'd decided to picnic outdoors. He and Olivia had prepared the side dishes earlier while their daughter was a camp and, after they'd christened her family room…for the second time.
Their daughter was leaving the next day for a trip down to Maryland shore with Cecily and August until Monday, so they were enjoying their time with her before she left. They hadn't made any real plans together, but Olivia had invited him over for dinner and he'd accepted. He also knew where the night would lead and it somewhat bothered him.
Elliott had swum one full length of the pool and was halfway into the second before tiring. She was treading the water when Fitz came up behind her and splashed her, and she squealed.
"No! No more, Daddy!"
"Mommy, tell Daddy to stop it."
"Stop it, Fitz." Olivia was too full and too relaxed to sound effective.
Fitz picked up his daughter, placed her on his shoulders and waded across the pool.
"Stop it, Fitz," he mimicked, lifting Elliott out of the water. "Daddy's sorry, princess." He puckered his lips and she kissed him before skipping off to her playset and hopping up on one of the swings. Fitz stared at her before he climbed out of the pool and made his way over to Olivia, sitting down on the lounger next to her. He side eyed her in a pristine white two piece swimsuit. She had been in the pool earlier and her hair was now full of curls.
"She's growing up so fast it's frightening. She changes every day," he lamented.
Olivia shifted to her side, looking at the pained expression on his face. "Children don't wait, Fitz. We can't tell them to put their lives on hold while we make our plans. They grow up and when we turn around, they're gone."
He lay back, as they both watched their daughter, still wearing her Finding Nemo puddle jumper that her mother insisted she wear, swing with abandon and singing to herself. She was a very happy girl.
"That may be true, Livvie, but I've only had her in my life for a month, and I don't want to think about her growing up, going to college, having a boyfriend, fiancé or whatever else young women are usually involved with. The years I've missed I'll never get back.
"You can't get the past back, Fitz."
He sat up, staring at her, unable to see her eyes behind the dark shades she wore. "Who do I blame? Myself?"
Olivia shook her head. "I accept the blame. I walked away and kept your daughter from you."
"Why?"
Olivia swallowed. She wanted to choose her words carefully. Sitting up, she swung her legs over the side of the chair and removed her shades. She glanced at their daughter, who was still swinging and singing, before she spoke.
"I was a coward," she admitted. "I wasn't brave or mature enough to accept what you were offering. And because I was a coward, I ran home, pretending I had no real feelings for you, when that was the furthest from the truth."
Fitz nodded, encouraging her to continue.
"I needed to deal with what had happened to me and had no business getting involved with you. But I did."
He smiled at her.
"Everything that I believed about my life and the path I was on, with love and marriage, and family, had been shattered into a billion pieces. He cared nothing about my shame, my pain, or my heartbreak. And having everyone know about his cheating, made the pain even worse. It was hard to forgive and forget. What woman would want to find out that her fiancé had not only cheated, again, but gotten the other woman pregnant."
"I know all of this, but Livvie what does it have to do with…"
"Mommy! Daddy! I want to jump on the trampoline. Come play with me."
Their conversation was interrupted by their daughter. She wanted to jump on the trampoline but the rule was only if an adult was there to watch. They looked at each other before Fitz stood and offered her his hand. She stood and grabbed her denim cut offs and pulled them on before they walked over, hand in hand, to the enclosed trampoline and joined their daughter.
X
Friday night…
Olivia woke to the sound of rustling in the room. She reached out for Fitz but his side of the bed was empty. Sitting up, she saw him putting on his jeans.
"Fitz?"
"Thank you for dinner, Livvie, it was beautiful," he said, his voice serious. "But I have to go."
The shock on Olivia's face was clear and Fitz knew exactly what she felt. He hadn't expected to say that either. It had just come out, and yet felt like it was exactly what he needed to do.
She stared at him as he reached for his shirt.
"You're really going to just leave? Why?"
"You know why."
She moved and stood from the bed in all of her naked glory. She walked over to Fitz as he started buttoning his shirt. Grabbing his arm she moved it to her breast.
"You can leave later," she said as she kissed his neck.
Fitz suppressed a groan. As much as he wanted to continue in this sexual bliss, he needed some answers. He was tempted but he'd also had enough of Olivia avoiding any real discussion about them and compensating with sex. He wanted her to be honest with him and had given her ample opportunity to tell him what happened after she left L.A. and why she didn't tell him he had a daughter.
He stopped buttoning his shirt and looked at her. "I'll stay. But only on one condition," he said huskily. "Tell me why you kept my daughter from me for almost five years."
"Fitz? What?" she said barely above a whisper.
"You heard me, Olivia. Tell me why."
She knew that their truce wouldn't last long and that she couldn't keep putting off this conversation. But she didn't want to get into it right now. Not when they were in such a good place. Well she thought they were in a good place.
"Fitz, I can't."
He shook his head. "Wrong answer, Olivia." She was rubbing her small hands over his chest before he took both of her wrists, holding her away from his body.
"I can't, Fitz. Didn't you hear me?"
"Olivia, I can't keep doing this. It's not fair to either of us and it's definitely not fair to our daughter. She deserves two parents who can talk to each other, who can trust each other and who are honest with each other.
She raised pleading eyes to his which were now dark blue, and her lips quivered.
Fitz shook his head. "That's not going to work this time. If you want to be with me, then be honest with me. I know you love me but you're still holding something back. You're afraid of getting too close again."
Olivia glared at him, her eyes shimmering with tears.
"Fitz why…"
He cut her off. "Is this all we have, Olivia?"
"Huh? What…what do you mean?"
Fitz looked away from her for a second before his eyes returned to her face. "Is this all we have?"
"Fitz." She reached out to him but he stepped back, away from her. Olivia's eyes widened.
"For the past three weeks when our daughter is either away or asleep, we've been having nonstop sex. And it is sex because I'm certainly not feeling any love."
"You could easily say no," she said feeling embarrassed and confused.
"Yes, Olivia, I could have. But I was giving you what you wanted. Even after what you did to me, I still loved you and was looking out for you. I knew you didn't trust me but I never thought that you would use me. All you want from me is this." He pointed to his crotch.
She crossed her arms over her chest, covering her breast. Her nakedness suddenly felt uncomfortable. "You make me sound like a horrible person, Fitz." Her voice was shaky and she was still in shock. She had never heard Fitz speak this way or seen him this angry. Where was this coming from? How had the evening come to this?
Fitz had taken their daughter to camp as usual but he didn't return to Olivia's home, but she didn't think anything about it. Maybe he had things he needed to do. He then picked her up and brought her home. He spent time with her and Olivia until Cecily and August showed up. After they left, they made small talk and he said he would be back at six sharp for dinner.
He'd returned with two bottles of Mourvedre wine and she'd taken his hand and led him into the kitchen. The table was set, the risotto, whole rosemary chicken and asparagus warmed in the oven and the tiramisu chilled in the refrigerator.
"You look incredible, Livvie."
She grinned and tucked a wayward curl behind her ear as she looked him up and down. "Thank you. And you look pretty damn good too, Mr. Grant."
Fitz laughed and took the wine from her and set it on the counter before pulling her into a hug. His big hands spanned her bare back. She wore a tiny white halter top and had paired it with a pair of white wide legged linen pants, gold Tory Burch leather thong sandals and her hair was in its usual profusion of curls. She was dressed casually for their casual dinner, and so was Fitz. He wore a custom red gingham button down shirt with monogrammed cuffs, dark denim jeans and brown distressed leather driving shoes. They made such a beautiful couple.
"This is great," he said. "We haven't had dinner alone since, well, in five years."
She nodded. "You're right Mr. Grant."
"What's the occasion?" he asked.
"You," she answered with a slow grin that he loved.
"Strange, but I'll take it. Do you need any help?"
"Sure. Would you open a bottle of wine?" she asked as she started removing dishes from the oven and took them to the dining room table. He poured them both a glass of wine as she cut the chicken and served. They made small talk throughout dinner and dessert and received a call from Cecily to let them know that they'd made it safely. Their daughter spoke to them both briefly, before running off to watch Uncle Aug and his brother start a bonfire.
Once the table was cleared, dishwasher was loaded and the food was put away, Olivia grabbed the second bottle of wine and they moved to the patio, where she turned on the deck lights and the Bang & Olufsen sound system was connected over the WiFi playing Aretha Franklin. Fitz took a seat on one of the loungers and pulled Olivia between his legs and she pressed her back to his chest. Looking over her shoulder, she winked.
"You okay?"
"Yes, Livvie, I'm okay."
Resting his chin on her bared shoulder, he inhaled the sensual subtlety of her signature perfume. "So the Queen, huh?"
She chuckled softly. "Another Eli Pope favorite. He loved the Queen and passed that love on to me and my sister. We were all devastated when she passed away. I hosted a cookout in her honor and only played her music. Mom and August thought we were crazy but they went along with it."
Fitz laughed. "You have to admit, Livvie, that is strange."
"I'm a huge fan. Some of my best memories from my childhood are riding with my dad and listening to Aretha."
He hugged her closer and kissed her closer. "What's your favorite Aretha song?"
"That's like asking someone to choose their favorite kid."
They laughed.
"I've been listening to 'Take Me With You' a lot lately. So much so, our daughter knows the lyrics."
Fitz threw back his head and laughed. "I don't think I've ever heard that one."
"It's from the 'Aretha' album, released in 1980. I think I was five the first time I heard it."
"Wow."
Olivia laughed. "Eli Pope didn't play when it came to the Queen. I know her history and her catalogue."
"I'm impressed."
They lay in silence sipping wine, listening to the Queen and the cicadas.
After a while, Fitz began to massage her shoulders, neck and arms. She let her head fall forward moving it back and forth as he changed the position of his hands. Next, she felt his mouth on the back of her neck up to the sensitive area behind her ear. Sitting still as long as she could, squirming and breathing heavily, she told Fitz he had to stop, she couldn't stand it anymore.
"Then turn around."
Turning over, she began to unbutton his shirt exposing his chest. When she finished, she lowered her head and kissed every inch of his face before her tongue moved down his chest to his flat and hard stomach.
Fitz reached behind her and untied the bow at her neck exposing her breasts. Leaning up, he took one into his mouth. Olivia moaned at Fitz's ministrations. Oh, the feeling of his tongue on her nipple. He licked teased her with his tongue. After leaving one breast, he moved to the other.
Olivia moved his head away from her breasts and their eyes locked, time stood still. She blinked. She was overwhelmed by his presence. His nearness.
"Do you want to go inside?" she asked.
He nodded and helped her stand from the chair. He stood in front of her and they stared at one another.
Reaching up, she caressed his face. "Do you want to make love to me, Fitz?"Her voice was thick with desire for him.
"Yes," he answered.
Olivia nodded and picked up the remote to turn off the music. The lights were on a timer and would turn off automatically. . She then turned and walked into the house. Fitz stepped in behind her with the empty wine bottle and glasses and she locked the door and set the alarm while he put the items on the island. She waited before quietly walking towards the stairs.
Olivia knew without a doubt that Fitz followed behind her. They were both more than ready for a long night. She wasn't surprised when she felt his hands pick her up and carry her up the stairs. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he strode into her bedroom and closed the door behind them with his foot.
"No, you're not a horrible person," he said. "You're just your own worst enemy sometime, Livvie."
"Then why do you want me, after I hurt you so bad?" she asked as she pulled on her robe to cover her nakedness.
Fitz didn't immediately respond. He walked over to the window and stood looking out.
"The better question is why I want more from you," he said.
"I don't have more to give, Fitz," she lied softly. She had much more plus some.
"Cut the crap, Olivia. Is this enough for you?" he asked.
She blinked slowly. His voice was too low and his anger was very clear. "What do you want from me, Fitz?"
"I told you what I want from you. Just be honest with me. If you can't do that then I don't know what I want from you anymore," he countered, sounding almost defeated. "Maybe nothing at all."
"Fitz." She reached out to grip his forearm.
"Olivia, why didn't you tell me about my child?" he asked in a voice filled with rage. You had no right."
Olivia jumped at his raised voice. How dare he? Anger surged through her and she stood facing him, her body now stiff with rage too. "I didn't try keeping anything from you. I didn't find out I was pregnant until after I returned to D.C. I tried to contact you when I found out. How could you think I wouldn't tell you? Elliott belonged to you as much as she belonged to me. I would never have kept her existence from you. Never.
Fitz stood looking at Olivia with a stunned expression on his face.
She stood at the foot of the bed, arms crossed and eyes spitting daggers at him. "That's right Fitz, I went to L.A., and boy did I get an eye full."
"What? Livvie, I…"
Olivia threw up her hands to halt whatever he was about to say. "No, Fitz. I don't want to hear it," she told him before disappearing inside her bathroom, where she closed and locked the door.
Fitz stood speechless, staring at the closed door wondering what the hell had just happened. But, if he was being honest with himself, deep inside he already knew. And with that came the knowledge of years of deception. Deception that was going to destroy his family.