Hi everybody, you good? Hope this update finds you all safe and well. My state is a step away from another lockdown because people refuse to wear a mask. Pray for us, because the stupid is strong here.
As always, thank you for reading my little story and for all of your reviews and PMs. They are greatly appreciated. This update is a bunch of fluff, but it does move the story along…kind of.
Enjoy,
TBOT
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Fitz, Olivia and Elliott left the Play Zone in Chevy Chase following the little girl's birthday party. Her official birth date was the upcoming Tuesday, so they decided to hold her party the Saturday before. It had been two hours of non-stop kids running circles around the play area, screaming, laughing and chasing each other. Olivia had hired one of her wedding planner's assistants, Erin, to put the event together, and she'd done an excellent job. Elliott had requested Play Zone and a unicorn party theme. Erin had come through, and the look on her baby's face said it all.
As promised, JR and Christine Grant had arrived Friday afternoon and surprised their granddaughter at school pick up. They'd taken her home with them, and waited for Olivia and Fitz to join them for dinner. The little girl had opened her gifts from her grandparents early and squealed when she saw the colorful leggings, purple tutu, long sleeve white t-shirt with a purple sequin unicorn on the front and white high top Chuck Taylor All-Stars with a unicorn print. Olivia had mentioned the party theme to Christine and the older woman told her that she would find the perfect party outfit, and she had. Christine admitted she'd enjoyed shopping for her ladybug, and Olivia saw how happy it made her. It had been a good decision. Elliott loved it all and had insisted on wearing the unicorn horn light-up headband out to dinner that evening.
Fitz had kept in touch with his parents during their European vacation. Their relationship with their younger son was still strained, but the healing had begun. JR had received regular reports on his progress at the mental health facility because even though she was still angry with him, his mother was concerned for his well-being. Fitz just wasn't there yet. The elder Grants were in town until Tuesday, and Olivia was hosting Sunday dinner to celebrate Fitz's fortieth birthday, since he didn't want a big fuss. He'd offered to be her sous chef and she'd declined. She wanted to do it all by herself.
They'd invited twelve children and their parents to the party which began at three. All of Olivia's family showed up, including a childless Cecily. She didn't want to expose her baby to an "indoor petri dish." Her words.
Fitz and Olivia, wearing matching unicorn tees and unicorn horn headbands, were the consummate hosts, greeting everyone, shaking hands, and mingling with the parents of their daughter's guests.
Olivia sat next to Raquel Fletcher and asked to hold her baby. They talked while the toddler boy sat on her lap and playing with one of the toys from the gift bags. The two of them had came to an understanding years ago, and made peace with each other.
It was weird, but she appreciated the olive branch Raquel had offered. She'd apologized, and Olivia had graciously accepted her apology. They weren't best friends, but they were on friendly terms which worked out well since their children were close buddies. She was actually grateful to Raquel. If she hadn't come between her and Garrett, and removed him from her life, she never would've been available and open to Fitz and real love. Raquel had finally moved on from Garrett, gotten married, had another child and was pregnant again. Both women silently thanked God for dodging that bullet.
After the children played a game on the gym equipment, and prizes were awarded, the catered lunch of chicken nuggets, sweet potato fries and fruit (all Elliott's requests) was served, the guests sang Happy Birthday and the unicorn cake had been sliced and served, Elliott handed each of her guests a gift bag before they left. Because the party was only two hours, JR, Fitz and Eli had loaded the gifts into Fitz's SUV, to be opened later at home.
Fitz drove his family back to D.C. in the quiet vehicle. There was no music or movie playing, and Olivia welcomed the silence. She glanced back at their daughter, who was staring out of the window.
"You're awfully quiet back there, sweet pea. You okay?"
"I'm sleepy, Mommy."
Fitz looked at his daughter in the mirror. "Too much fun, huh princess."
Olivia looked at his profile. "I'd say. She's exhausted. Taekwondo this morning, and her party this afternoon. She can barely keep her eyes opened. But if she goes to sleep this early, we both know what will happen. You can wake before dawn to entertain your daughter with a fierce game of Connect Four."
Fitz laughed. "I think I walked into that one."
Olivia nodded. They continued to ride in silence until Fitz missed a turn.
"Babe, you missed your turn back there," she said turning to look at him.
He smiled at her. "No I didn't, I want to show you something."
She looked at him for a few seconds, a curious expression on her face, before settling back into the soft leather seat. When he turned on a residential street in the Spring Valley neighborhood, she knew what he wanted her to see. They had made the decision to purchase a new home together. Well, it was Fitz who'd broached the subject of a new home. Although he'd never felt uncomfortable or unwelcome in Olivia's home, he thought they needed more space and he wanted a place that they could make a home together.
Of course Fitz could've designed and built a brand new McMansion in the suburbs for his family, but neither of them was interested in brand new construction, especially a large home with square footage that might never be used. They wanted an older home, specifically a Tudor, with charm and character, a house on a little street, private, but close to everything. They wanted at least five bedrooms, space for two home offices, several closets, a pool and an exterior with curb appeal. Once they found the house, they would sit and flesh out ideas for the renovations, and of course Fitz would design the final plans.
Fitz stopped in front of a large three story Tudor, set back from the street, surrounded by a perfectly manicured lawn on all sides. It was an architect's masterpiece. There were maple trees and when the leaves returned in the spring, they would shade the yard from the sun.
Olivia looked through the window, taking it all in.
"I don't know why but something about this house makes me smile."
She turned to look to at Fitz with a huge grin on her face. "None of the others have done that. And I haven't even seen the interior." He thought she'd jump out of her seat, she was so excited.
He chuckled softly, glancing into the back seat at their still sleeping daughter.
"It has six bedrooms, five and a half baths, finished basement and walk-up attic."
Olivia placed a hand over her mouth to keep from screaming. She'd wanted a playroom for Elle and a walk-up attic would be perfect.
Fitz couldn't help but laugh at her reaction. "It also has a recreation room, wine room, pool and pool house."
"Oh Fitz, I love it! Is it on the market?"
He shook his head. "Not yet."
The smile left her face and she gave him a puzzled look. "So why are we looking at it?"
"The couple who owns it retired to Florida a few years ago, and up until now, had been reluctant to cut all ties to the home where they raised their children. The husband recently passed away and his widow is finally ready to sell. I have the listing agent's information and we can see it Monday morning."
Olivia threw her arms around his neck. "I love you!" She turned and looked at the house again. "I have a feeling about this one."
Fitz laughed. He did too. He was also aware that Olivia hadn't had this type of reaction to any of the homes they'd already seen.
"Fitz, this house was made for a big family, six bedrooms and five and a half baths. It's perfect!"
Fitz lifted her hand and placed a kiss on her knuckles, his grin was sexy and devilish at the same time. "We'll need the space after we have at least two more babies."
Olivia chuckled. "We should start off with one baby, and see how it goes, mister."
"We'll have as many as you want, baby. As soon as you want them," he said.
She leaned over and kissed his cheek. "Thank you, babe." She turned once again to look at the house. "How did you find it?"
"Livvie, my business puts me in contact with people who know things," he laughed at her smirk. "Seriously, a broker my firm works with heard that we were looking for a Tudor, and when he heard about this property going on the market, he sent me the specs."
She turned and kissed him again, deeply this time. "Thank him for me," she said in a low voice.
Fitz frowned, and pulled away. 'Not like that I hope."
She swatted at him. "You're so silly. Of course not." They both laughed.
She turned back toward the window. "This is our home, Fitz."
Fitz chuckled. "It is impressive, but we haven't seen the interior, Livvie."
"I know," she said. "But I just know that this is our house."
"Well, we'll be able to see all of it Monday morning after we drop the princess at school. The agent has agreed to show it to us first, before it's officially on the market."
She nodded. "Okay, but I still think this is the one."
Fitz laughed at her comment, rousing Elliott, who took in her surroundings.
"Who lives here, Mommy?" she asked around a yawn.
Olivia smiled at their daughter. "No one, baby."
"I'm a big girl," she responded absently.
Olivia chuckled as Fitz put the truck in 'Drive' and drove away from the curb.
"I know you are," Olivia said.
By the time they made it home, Elliott was valiantly trying to fight sleep. It had been a long and eventful day and the little girl wasn't the only one running out of steam.
"You open the door, I'll get the baby."
A sleepy Elliott took exception to her father's remark.
"I'm not a baby, Daddy. I'm a big girl"
Fitz and Olivia exchanged a smile.
"You're right, princess. You will be five years old on Tuesday, you're practically an old lady," he said with an amused grin on his face. Lifting her from the booster seat, he leaned down and kissed her forehead. She looked at her father through drooping eyes and gave a wide yawn that seemed to go on forever. As the yawn diminished, her eyes began to close and she drifted off to sleep.
Fitz held his daughter tightly in his arms and closed his eyes. When he opened them again, Olivia was standing in front of him with a teary smile on her face.
"Let's get our sleeping beauty to bed," she whispered.
Nodding, he followed her into the house.
X
"Fitz?" Olivia's voice carried and echoed in the two story foyer as she walked through the unlocked front door to the house in Spring Valley. She locked it behind her and walked farther into the house.
"I'm upstairs in our bedroom," came his reply.
Olivia walked slowly towards the stairs committing everything to memory. They'd met with the broker Monday morning and toured the house. After three hours they knew they wanted it. They'd returned Tuesday with an inspector and a structural engineer from Fitz's firm. When Fitz and the others finished inspecting every corner of the house, they declared it was a solid structure. They'd returned again Wednesday morning to look again and make sure this was the house. Neither had had a change of heart, and before they left they'd made an offer they knew the seller couldn't refuse. After a day of negotiations, their offer was accepted. Fitz and their broker had called her earlier with the good news and she'd agreed to meet him at noon at their new home.
Olivia climbed the stairs and found Fitz standing near the fireplace with that crooked grin on his handsome face. He'd laid out a blanket and picnic basket, and there was a bottle of champagne chilling in an ice bucket. He was casually dressed in dark denim jeans, a pristine white button-down shirt, brown loafers and a camel blazer. As usual, her body reacted to the sight of him. She loved this man, and soon he would be her husband, her partner for life.
"Hi," she said as she walked farther into the room.
"Hi," he responded and stood from the wall, and walked toward the love of his life.
"What's all this?" She asked gesturing at the picnic he'd laid out.
Fitz pulled her into his arms. "We bought a house, future Mrs. Grant," he smiled down at her.
Olivia nodded and returned his smile. "We bought a house, Mr. Grant."
"I figured we could celebrate."
"Well it is lunchtime so, okay." She stepped out of his arms and did a three hundred sixty degree turn around the large room, arms open wide. "It's so perfect," she sighed in happiness. "I'm looking forward to every year we spend raising our family together in this home."
"Our home," he said kissing her forehead.
"Our home," she repeated.
She dropped her purse on the blanket and wandered into the bathroom where the early afternoon sun filtered through the skylight onto her face. They weren't sure if they were going to keep the unique feature, but they had time to decide. The fireplace and the two private offices in the master suite had sold them.
Fitz walked up to her and hugged her from behind. Are you happy, Livvie?" He asked. "Because that's all that matters to me now. You, our baby and your happiness."
Olivia laughed and turned in his arms. "Our "baby" is five years old now, and she wouldn't take too kindly to you calling her that."
Fitz laughed at her comment, the sound echoing throughout the room. "That's true. But she'll always be my baby."
He reached out and wiped the tears from her cheeks. "You didn't answer my question, Livvie. Are you happy?"
Olivia wrapped her arms around his waist. She gazed up into his blue eyes and stroked his clean-shaven jaw. "I'm very, very happy, mister. You do that to me."
Fitz leaned down and kissed her deep and slow before taking her hand and placing it on the bulge in his pants. "Feel what you do to me."
Olivia gave him a gentle squeeze as she pressed closer into him with her breasts.
The sexual tension between them was thick. They were both more than aware that they hadn't made love in almost a week. They'd both been so busy, with wedding planning, Fitz's birthday dinner, helping their daughter adjust to kindergarten, purchasing a new home and their very demanding careers. But it looked as if the drought was about to be over.
"Livvie," he moaned as he backed her up and lifted her until she sat on the vanity, and he was between her legs.
"Yes," she hissed as she hugged him and nipped his ear lobe. Circling the inner rim of his ear with her tongue, she whispered "I locked the front door, but are you expecting anyone to stop by?"
Fitz was too busy kissing down her neck and throat, and unbuttoning her blouse to answer. He shook his head before unsnapping her bra and filling his hands with the fullness of her breasts, and then he began to feast. She threw back her head, enjoying the sensation.
"Fitz," she whimpered. He raised his head and looked into her big brown eyes. Taking her face in his hands, he captured her lips in a kiss that nearly sucked the breath from Olivia's body.
Olivia's hand dipped below his waistband and began stroking his cock.
He groaned and his face twisted in agony from her soft caresses. Head swimming, he swayed when she did that thing that drove him insane. "Oh Livvie, you're killing me," he said as he dropped his forehead to hers. He knew he couldn't allow her to pleasure him this way for too long.
"Yes, Fitz." She pumped her fist up and down until he almost lost control. He stepped back, their gazes locked and breaths deep.
"Why'd you stop me," she pouted as he slowly began to push her skirt up her thighs. Suddenly, his eyes widened in surprise and his cock jerked involuntarily in her hand. He looked at Olivia, who had the wickedest grin on her face.
Nothing but garters and no panties greeted him. His heart raced. "Damn," he whispered. She was fully bare to him, to do as he pleased. "Livvie, you naughty girl. You're not wearing any panties."
She inhaled and trembled as his fingertips traced a lazy pattern on her inner thighs. "I didn't think I would need them."
"You are so, so right." He began to remove his blazer while she pushed his briefs and jeans partially down his legs. She unbuttoned his shirt and ran her hand over his chiseled chest while he toed off his shoes, finished removing his jeans and briefs, and kicked them aside. Moving back between her legs, he parted her thighs wider and pulled her closer to him.
"Watch," he whispered as one large hand held her waist and the other guided his thick manhood into her wet and waiting core. She looked down at his cock as he slowly entered her and oh God, he was so big, so beautiful, and all hers. Slowly, he filled her. She wrapped her legs around him and tried to pull him closer.
Her fingers dug into his shoulders as he drew back, then eased into her again. She moaned wondering if she would die from the pleasure. She matched him kiss for kiss, thrust for thrust, their bodies moving together as one in harmony. Giving everything and holding nothing back as pleasure flowed between their bodies. They rode each other until the first contractions of her body shuddered against him.
"Not yet, Livvie," he said through clenched teeth. "Not yet…"
"Yes," she commanded. "Yes. Now, Fitz. Now!"
And he was lost.
He drove deep, hard; his hands gripped her hips as his groin tightened. "I love you, Olivia Pope," he cried out as he exploded, his seed filling her womb.
Olivia convulsed around him and she screamed his name before he emptied himself inside her.
Fitz looked into her beautiful eyes and thought, She's mine. Forever and ever, mine.
He groaned Olivia's name. She dug her hands into his hair and kissed his mouth.
"I love you too, Fitzgerald Grant," she murmured.
Seconds became minutes. Olivia sat slumped on the marble vanity, her arms looped around Fitz's neck, her face pressed against his shoulder. He had fallen forward against her, his face nuzzled in her hair. He held her close. After a while he sighed.
"I guess we've officially christened our bathroom, babe," he said in a husky whisper.
"Mmm."
Her voice, soft and sated, made him smile.
"Was that a yes?"
"Mmm."
He chuckled and kissed her forehead.
She couldn't believe they'd just made love in the master bathroom of their new home.
"That's a whole lot of thinking going on while I'm still inside of you."
She laughed and smacked his butt. "That was…it was…"
He leaned back, grinned and nodded. "Yes, it was."
Olivia pushed at his chest until he was forced to break their intimate connection. Fitz looked at her before lifting her from the vanity and letting her slide down his body until her feet touched the floor. He took her face in his hands and gave her a long, deep and satisfying kiss.
"Welcome home, my love."
X
"How was drop-off this morning?" Olivia asked as she nibbled on a piece of Brie from the basket. They'd washed up using the baby wipes and the travel size kid's foaming wash that she always kept in her purse. She'd also put on the panties that she'd removed before she left her office. She knew how the afternoon would end.
Fitz had moved the blanket and basket closer to the windows in their bedroom and took a seat leaning against the wall, with Olivia nestled comfortably against his chest. Neither was wearing shoes or had tucked their shirts.
"It was pretty good. She asked me to walk her to her classroom."
Elliott had had a difficult time transitioning from pre-k to kindergarten, since the second week of school. Their open and friendly daughter had been so excited about kindergarten, and after the first week, she didn't want to go to back. They knew it wasn't the classwork, the teachers or the classroom structure, so Fitz and Olivia were anxious to find out why their baby was unhappy. It wasn't long before they figured out that this was the first time that she'd been in a class without Fletch, Yancey or Vida, and she had to make new friends. She knew some of the children in her new class but she wanted to go back to the comfortable setting of her old class, with Fletch and Yancey.
Along with her teacher, they explained that she couldn't go back, and that she would make new friends. Although the progress didn't happen overnight, their outgoing, and sometimes bossy, little girl didn't balk at having to go to school anymore. She'd even invited three of her new classmates to her birthday party.
"That's good." Olivia said after a minute.
"I promised that we would bring her to see the new house sometime this week, and she sang my praises." Olivia laughed loudly as Fitz mimicked their daughter.
"My daddy is the best daddy in the whole wide world!" She'd sung her favorite refrain loud and over and over again until Fitz parked the truck.
"Why am I such a good daddy, princess?" He always asked the same question when she sang it to him. Elliott's smile grew wider.
"Because I'm such a good girl, I make being a good daddy easy." She answered with glee.
"That's right, princess." His heart was so full he thought it would burst at his daughter's smile and infectious laughter. He'd lifted her and her backpack from the vehicle and after signing in, walked her to her classroom. "Are you going to be okay, princess?"
Elliott nodded her head, "uh-huh." He kissed her cheek before setting her on her feet.
"Bye, Daddy."
"Bye, princess. Have a good day. I love you."
"Love you, Daddy."
Fitz watched as she went to her cubby and dropped off her things before her attention was diverted as she waved to a classmate who had called out to her.
He stared at her as she skipped across the room to join her friends. Elliott was like him. She had his personality and everyone loved her. She was going to be okay. He waved at her teacher before turning and retracing his steps to the office and signing out.
"You are the best daddy in the whole wide world," Olivia said before leaning up and kissing his chin.
"Thank you, Livvie." He squeezed her closer to him.
By the time they finished eating Olivia was too stuffed to move. She was moaning from eating too much and Fitz looked very pleased with himself.
"Are you enjoying our picnic, babe?"
Olivia nodded her head in response; she was too satisfied to speak. They had enjoyed the chicken salad, mixed green salad, roast beef, French bread and cheeses. There was also wine but Olivia had declined and drank sparkling water. She'd taken a bite of the sinful raspberry chocolate tart he'd fed her and her reaction was right up there with earth shattering orgasm he'd given her earlier.
Fitz reached into the bucket and removed the bottle of champagne. Olivia sat up and watched as he opened the bottle. The cork flew across the room and they both laughed. She held the glasses as he filled them.
He set the bottle on the floor, accepted his flute and pulled her onto his lap. They both held up their glasses in a toast, and he spoke. "To this new life we're building together and our new dream home, where we'll live out the rest of our lives with our daughter and any other children we may have."
"To this new life," she repeated.
They touched glasses and shared a look as they both took sips of the premium champagne.
"And to my handsome future husband, the man who surprises me constantly. I love you." They touched glasses again.
She curled up in his lap, and he held her tight with an expression of complete contentment on his face.
Olivia broke the silence. "We should go out on a date Saturday night. Just me and you. We've been so busy and our schedules have been so hectic, we haven't had a lot of time for each other. We need a date night."
He smiled at her, the way he would for the rest of their lives together and quietly kissed her. "I like that idea, Livvie. I'll make reservations."
She shook her head. "No, leave everything to me. I'll ask Mom and Dad to babysit although we both know they'll say yes."
Fitz laughed heartily and nodded in agreement. The four grandparents adored their granddaughter. There wasn't anything they wouldn't do for their precious grandbaby. He couldn't blame them though. Every time his daughter looked at him with those big blue green eyes his heart melted, and he was a goner.
He kissed her hair. "You've got yourself a date."
Olivia reached for Fitz wrist and look at his watch.
"What time is it?" he asked.
"Two-thirty. We have just enough time to pack up here, go home and take a quick shower, and get to Elle's school."
Her afterschool program ran until six in the evening, but neither parent liked to leave her there that long. She had intended to go back to the office after meeting Fitz, but he had changed her plans in the most delicious way. Work had taken a back seat to their alone time today.
Fitz helped Olivia stand and then he followed. They cleaned up their picnic, righted their clothes and stepped into their shoes. Taking one last look around their bedroom, Fitz took her hand. "Ready?" When she nodded, he led her out of the room and down the stairs toward the front door.
X
"Fitz, we're going to be late." Hands on the steering wheel, Fitz took his eyes off the road to get a glimpse of Olivia. She was beautiful. He loved seeing her so worked up. It was true, he'd taken a few extra minutes to say goodbye to their daughter and talk to Eli, and now they were behind schedule. He reached over, grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips for a tender kiss.
"What was that for," she murmured, turning her head to look at him.
He smiled as he kept his attention on the road. "Because I love you."
Olivia lifted her hand to tenderly stroke his jaw with her fingertips. She smiled when he turned his head, kissing her palm.
"I'm sure they'll give us stragglers a few minutes before they sail." Olivia had made a reservation on a dinner cruise along the Potomac River. They could eat, listen to music and if they wanted, dance, or just take in the view. Boarding began at seven-thirty and the cruise began at eight. It was now seven-fifty.
Ten minutes later, Fitz pulled into the parking space that Olivia had reserved. He walked around the SUV and helped her out before taking her hand and walking hurriedly toward the National Elite, which was still moored, and the gangplank was still lowered to the pier. A member of the staff was standing at the entrance when they made it to the top of the walkway, and was very gracious when they apologized for being late. She welcomed them aboard and directed them toward the dining room. They followed her down a hallway and when she stepped aside, Fitz entered the room which was lighted with votives and lamps.
"Surprise!"
He jumped, startled by the roar from the people assembled in the room. He turned his back while shaking his head. The dinner cruise was a party to celebrate his fortieth birthday. This wasn't a date night, it was a party. Amused and confused, he chuckled. The shocked look on his face was priceless and adorable, and a turn-on. He reached out and took Olivia in his arms.
"I thought we agreed, no party," he said.
"No way was I letting your fortieth birthday come and go without celebrating…big!" She hugged him close.
"Happy Birthday, baby. I love you."
"Thank you, Livvie."
Fitz was truly touched. He lowered his head and kissed her in front of God and everybody. The room went crazy with loud hoots and cheers of "whoo-hoo," and he heard someone say, "Get a room birthday boy."
Fitz straightened and turned around when he heard Juan's voice. Everyone was standing, looking at them. "There are only adults here de la Rosa, whom I'm sure have seen and performed several unspeakable acts." Everyone laughed loudly at Fitz's reply, setting the stage for an evening of good food, drinks and fun.
Olivia took his hand. "All of your friends and family are here, let's say 'hello.'
All of his friends and family had flown in from all over the country to celebrate with him. Hayes, Harrison and their wives were in attendance, as well as Cecily and August. She'd also invited Sergio and Ana Arias, Vida's parents, and a few parents from their daughter's school as well as Jack and Jill.
After Fitz thanked them all for attending, the DJ began playing non-stop music as the ship set sail. The staff began walking around with flutes of champagne and signature birthday drinks created just for the occasion. Olivia had settled on the "'OLD' Fashioned" which included bourbon and "The 'F' Word," which included tequila. There were also several trays of different hors d'oeuvres during the cocktail hour. Ten minutes before dinner was to begin, the staff started leading the guests to the dining room and their assigned tables. The menu consisted of prime rib, baked chicken, grilled snapper and of course, Maryland Crab cakes.
The five course dinner was followed by a dessert of birthday cake. Everyone clapped and laughed when the cake was rolled out. It was shaped like a whiskey barrel, complete with a spigot. Fitz looked closer at the label and threw his head back in a full throated laugh. It read:
PREMIUM VINTAGE-AGED TO PERFECTION
Fitz is turning 40!
Old No. 40 Brand
EST. 1979
New York City
THE MAN. THE MYTH. THE LEGEND
He turned to Olivia and cupped his hand behind her head, and brought her mouth to his lips. He kissed her gently before lowering his forehead to hers. "Thank you, Livvie. I am so happy and I love you so much."
Grasping his face in her hands, she said, "I love you too." She kissed his lips. "You're never getting rid of me."
Fitz chuckled. "Same here, lady."
Olivia sat back, a smile covering her face. "Glad you see things my way."
She laughed and stood, while the waist staff quietly and discreetly refilled empty champagne flutes. "I'd like to say a few words to…"
"Since when can a lawyer say only a few words?" Harrison asked.
"I don't know Harry, you tell me," she deadpanned.
Laughter followed.
Olivia glared at her cousin before holding up her free hand for quiet.
"Now, I'd like to thank everyone for taking the time to spend this evening celebrating the birthday boy, Fitzgerald Thomas Grant, III." She smiled at those gathered. "When we sent out invitations not only did you all immediately RSVP, but you asked if you could help in any way. You all love Fitz almost as much as I do. Thank you all for gifts of a donation to charity of your choice in Fitz's name. Those were the best gifts of all."
Olivia turned her gaze to the man next to her. His blue eyes seemed brighter. "To Fitz, my fiancé and my baby daddy," the room erupted again. When the laughter faded, she continued to speak. "Seriously, you are the man who has given me the freedom to be myself and to open my heart and love you freely. I am so blessed to be sharing my life, and my hopes and dreams with you." Fitz took her free hand and squeezed. "I am so in love with this man," she said as her eyes filled with tears. He then stood and put his arm around her waist.
"Aww," she heard Cecily say.
Fitz handed Olivia a napkin so she could wipe the corners of her eyes. "Thank you."
Looking up at Fitz, she raised her glass. "Happy Birthday, baby."
He leaned down and covered her mouth in a quick, demanding kiss.
"Hear, hear!" The collective sound of glasses clinking together could be heard around the room.
Sumner cleared his throat. "Fitz may the next forty years bring you everything you could ever wish for in your life on this earth."
"Thank you, cousin."
"To Fitz!" Juan said.
After the toasts were complete, the cake was cut and served. Olivia didn't think she could ingest another morsel and when the tables were cleared, and the DJ turned up the music again, she was one of the first people on the dance floor so she could dance some of the food off. Fitz spun her around on the floor admiring her in the black sequin pants and crisp white ruffled tuxedo shirt with a popped collar. On her feet were five inch peep toe Louboutins, her hair had been set on large rollers and now fell in waves past her shoulders. She was exquisite, and she was his.
After three songs, she nearly collapsed in Fitz's arms. He took a glass of water from a passing waiter and offered it to her.
"Thanks," she gasped, accepting the glass. Breathing heavily and leaning against Fitz, she took several sips until her heart was back to normal.
"How are you holding up, babe?" he whispered in her ear.
"I'm good. You know I love to dance, but I'm not used to being up on my feet, in five inch heels nonstop for almost half an hour.
Olivia set the glass on a table and stepped back into Fitz's arms. The music slowed as the DJ played an Al Green classic. She missed a step and he held her tighter.
"You okay?"
She smiled up at him. "Yeah, just a little tipsy."
Fitz grinned. "Tipsy? Would you mind if I took advantage of you, tipsy lady? After all, it is my birthday."
Olivia looked at him coyly. "Maybe." She tenderly cupped his face and captured his mouth in a kiss for lovers. The kiss was all-consuming as their tongues mated, and she pressed her body flush against his.
The moment was interrupted when Cecily bumped against Fitz's back. "Excuse me," she said as the two parted, both panting and looking at each other, wanting to be home…alone.
"You two might want to get a room for all of that," Cecily exclaimed as she brushed past them toward the table where Anais, Abby, and several other ladies were sitting. Olivia heard the loud laughing and could only imagine what they were talking about.
Olivia took Fitz's wrist and looked at his watch. It was close to one-thirty. The boat was scheduled to dock at Pier 4 at two. "Come on let's start saying goodbye to your guests." He kissed cheek and followed her around the room where he personally thanked each guest for helping him celebrate his birthday.
At two, the couple stood handing out souvenir bags as the guests debarked. The bags included slices of birthday cake, and bottles of bourbon from Double Barrel Distilleries. Fitz, Sumner and Patrick had purchased the failing distillery more than ten years ago, and had earned a reputation for making some of the finest bourbon around. The cousins had bottled a blended bourbon, that was ninety-seven percent proof, especially for Fitz's birthday, and gave them away as gifts.
When they finished, she turned to him with a big smile on her face.
"I hope that big and beautiful smile is for me," he said as he took her hand.
"This smile and everything else I have. It's all for you, Fitzgerald Grant," she said in a soft voice as they walked toward his SUV. She loved the look of raw passion that came over his face as she spoke. She just loved him, period. And she wanted to be with him. Right. Now.
X
It was nearly three in the morning as they cruised through the quiet streets. They pulled to a stop at a traffic light. Olivia leaned over and placed a big, noisy kiss on Fitz's cheek, and slid her hand up his thigh to his dick. As he moaned with pleasure, she informed him that the light was now green. "Let's go, Fitz. I wouldn't want this to go to waste," she murmured as she stroked him harder. They arrived home in record time.
Fitz parked in the garage and shut the engine. He got out of the SUV and walked around to open Olivia's door. She was trying to slip her feet into her shoes.
"You all right?" he asked, laughing as he watched her fumble with the shoes. He knelt and put them on her feet, and helped her out of the truck. He wrapped his arm around her waist and led her to the door. As soon as she stepped into the kitchen, she took her shoes off again and headed for stairs, leaving Fitz to lock up and set the alarm. She was exhausted and slightly inebriated, and wanted to shower before she fell asleep standing up.
Olivia entered her bedroom and dropped her shoes on the floor and her clutch on the bench at the foot of her bed. She unbuttoned her shirt and removed it along with her pants, and walked into the bathroom wearing a black lace bra and matching thong.
She turned on the water in the shower and stepped to the sink to remove her make-up. She'd just finished brushing her teeth when Fitz sauntered into the bathroom, naked. He joined her at the vanity and brushed his teeth as well. When they finished, they silently stepped into the shower stall and he closed the door behind them.
Standing he watched as she turned to face him, leaning back in the hot water with her eyes closed, her naked body a vision. Water flowed over her head and face, down across her skin. As she swept her hand through her hair, ruining over three hours in the hair salon, his dick hardened. She shifted her gaze downward and smiled. Lifting her eyes slowly back to his, she crooked her finger in a come-hither gesture. Fitz complied, joining her under the spray of hot water, and wrapping his arm around her waist. He kissed her deeply, the water cascading over them both.
With no further invitation needed, Fitz pushed her back against the tile of the shower wall. He pulled her leg upward and Olivia instinctively wrapped it around him, pulling him closer. They stood at the perfect angle for him to enter her and in no time at all, he was buried deep inside of her. As he began to stroke in and out, he lifted her into his arms, and she wrapped her legs around him. Using the wall to hold her up he took her.
Minutes passed before Fitz felt himself getting closer to coming. He stroked her faster and faster, over and over again. Neither of them lasted long. Their climax was intense and sent Fitz to his knees, trying to keep them both from falling. Olivia's body shuddered and she cried out, biting her bottom lip. They clung to one another waiting for their hearts to slow down to a normal rate. Finally, they stood and washed and rinsed each other. No words were necessary when they went into the bedroom and climbed into bed together. Olivia curled into Fitz's body and fell asleep.
For Fitz, his fortieth birthday would be one he would remember, forever.
X
Three weeks later
As Fitz and Olivia's wedding day drew closer, the list of things to do seemed to get longer. Fortunately, Roxanne and her team kept everything going smoothly with the wedding planning and didn't bother the couple unless absolutely necessary. They were both working and trying to keep up with their daughter's busy schedule as well. FTG Designs was coming together and Olivia was taking on fewer projects and was delegating more to associates. This allowed her to leave the office early enough to get home and help Fitz prepare dinner. They would enjoy dinner as a family, listening to their daughter tell them all about her day. After a rough beginning, kindergarten was now fun. They were both so glad to see that she'd adjusted to her new environment. After putting their daughter to bed, they'd talk about their day and spend the rest of the evening in each other's arms.
They had selected colors for their wedding, along with cake flavors, flowers, flatware, stemware, cocktail and dinner menus, and they'd gone to a few bars and listened to enough bands to finally choose their favorite. They were using the DJ from Fitz's birthday party because he'd done such a good job.
In the midst of everything else, they were also selecting tiles, lighting, cabinets, and paint colors. The permits had been approved, and the renovations had begun on the new house. The couple had a similar vision for the upgrades and it made Fitz's job as architect and designer a lot easier. He'd designed their dream home, which included a state-of-the-art kitchen, large closets with dressing rooms, a luxurious master bedroom and bathroom with heated floors. He also added technology upgrades which included a built-in sound system, USB ports throughout the house, electronic window treatments, central air climate control with multiple thermostats and remotely controlled lighting in every room. Each evening Fitz had new ideas for their home. Some she agreed to, some she passed on.
They'd gone back to the house a week after their offer was accepted so their daughter could see it.
"Is this our new house, Daddy?" Elliott asked as they walked through the front door.
Fitz held her hand as they stood in the foyer. He smiled down at his daughter. "Yes, princess. This is where we're all going to live."
Elliott let go of her father's hand and ran through the family room. Olivia stepped closer to him and he put his arm around her waist as they watched their daughter take in what would be her new home in a few months.
Fitz and Olivia followed their daughter into the family room where they found her standing at the bank of windows overlooking the pool.
"How do you like it, sweet pea?" Olivia asked when they walked up behind her.
"I love it, Mommy," the little girl replied before turning around. "Where's my room?"
Olivia took her hand. "Let's go upstairs and see which one you like best."
"Yay!" she exclaimed.
Olivia peered over Elliott's head and smiled at Fitz. He stood grinning as he watched his girls climb the stairs and disappear.
Elliott had surprised them both when she chose the room farthest away from theirs. Olivia wasn't too happy with the idea but Fitz calmed her down and assured her that their daughter would be okay. She didn't like it, but she agreed. The room had a huge window seat that overlooked the pool, and crawl space that could turned into a playroom. The custom home theatre, like Yaya and Pop Pop's, was the selling point for her, and the huge crooked grin on her face confirmed that choosing this home had been the right choice.
X
Planning a wedding and keeping Fitz from adding additional upgrades to their new home was becoming a drain on Olivia physically. She would come home, sometimes too exhausted to do anything but greet her family and fall into bed for a brief nap before dinner. Fitz attributed it to wedding planning and the renovations and made a mental note to do something for her to relax.
Olivia didn't know what she would've done if Fitz hadn't been there to take care of Elliott. She hadn't been feeling like herself and chalked it up to everything going on in their lives. She wasn't surprised when Fitz had come to her one evening and announced that he was taking her away for the weekend. When she'd tried to protest, he told her that Cecily had agreed to have Elliott over for a sleepover, and that they were going to Salamander Resort and Spa in Middleburg, Virginia. It was only an hour outside of D.C.
"I love you and care what happens to you. I saw you wearing yourself down. Maybe I'm selfish but I need you and Elle needs you too."
Olivia reluctantly agreed to get away for the weekend and relax, and Fitz just wanted to getaway so Olivia could get some rest. So here they were, Friday morning, in Fitz's SUV heading down I-66, toward Middleburg. Olivia had fallen asleep fifteen minutes into the trip, and didn't wake up until they drove through the gates of the property.
A valet was waiting when Fitz stepped out of vehicle and walked around to the passenger side where Olivia gave him her hand when he reached for it.
"Fitz this place is beautiful. I was in law school when it opened so I never really had the time to visit. My parents were invited to the grand opening weekend and they couldn't stop raving about it. They've been back a few times. The owner's husband and my father are old friends. He's also a judge."
Fitz smiled at her. "Your mother made the recommendation."
Olivia rolled her eyes. "That doesn't surprise me." She continued to look around.
"The resort is beautiful but the fall foliage on the drive up was stunning."
She playfully punched him in the arm. "You should've awakened me instead of letting me sleep."
"You needed the rest, babe."
They walked through the automatic glass doors and were met by the concierge who had a tablet in one hand. Fitz gave her his name and she quickly checked them in.
"Please follow me Mr. and Mrs. Grant."
Olivia looked at Fitz and grinned. It was the first time someone other than family had called her Mrs. Grant. She liked it.
She introduced them to a bellhop who would show them to their suite. They followed him to the elevator.
As they stood waiting Fitz leaned down so she could hear him. "I'm glad you agreed to this getaway with me."
Olivia smiled and winked at him. "I wouldn't want to be anyplace else," she responded.
They took the elevator to their third floor suite. The well appointed suite was a laid-back, luxurious environment designed specifically for rest and relaxation. Olivia left the two men in the living room as she walked out onto the balcony, which looked out onto the rolling Virginia countryside. Closing her eyes, she inhaled the fresh air. A sense of calm washed over her, and she instantly relaxed.
Olivia turned and walked back into the living and into Fitz's open arms. She stood on her toes and wrapped her arms around his neck. She loved how he trembled as she lightly pressed her lips to his before she nicked his bottom lip with her teeth. She loved the bulge in his pant even more, and showed him how much with her hand as she stroked his cock.
Fitz hissed. "Damn you woman." He ran his fingers through her mass of soft curls. They should be getting ready for lunch and then their spa appointment, but he had other things he wanted to do first. Grabbing a fist full of her hair, he gently tugged her head back slightly before pushing his tongue into her mouth.
Olivia's slowly eased her hands beneath his jacket. When she pulled his shirt from his pants and moved her small hands to his bare back, Fitz tugged her head back, exposing her neck, giving him complete access. Olivia purred with contentment as he began to nibble on her bare flesh.
"We have to get these clothes off," Olivia panted. Their hands worked quickly, ripping at each other's clothing until they were naked. Fitz didn't bother taking her to the bedroom. The desk was closer. Olivia gripped the edges as he set her down, spreading her legs wide as he stepped between them. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he thrust deep inside her. Olivia's head lolled back and her arms snaked around his shoulders as he took her hard and fast.
She clung to him, giving herself completely. They kissed and she moved her lips to his ear, whispering sexy and dirty words to him. His thrusts intensified. Olivia tightened her legs around Fitz's waist. He buried his face in the crook of her neck and grabbed her hips, bringing her closer to meet his strokes. He dug his hands firmly into her backside. His tempo never slowed as he drove into her over and over.
Olivia moved her hands to his back as he rode her deep and hard. She moved them to his face where she lifted his head. She stared into his hooded blue eyes and smiled before bringing his mouth to hers. Slowly releasing him, she traced his lips with the tip of her tongue. The sensation sent Fitz into overdrive.
With a series of deeply penetrating thrusts, she felt him start to shudder, then buck, then spasm inside her. She immediately followed suit as their bodies shattered in orgasmic bliss.
When Fitz's breathing returned to normal, he lifted Olivia in his arms and carried her to the bathroom. He started the shower as she stood leaning against him, her head lying against his chest, barely able to keep her eyes opened.
"You okay babe?" He looked at her, concern marring his face. "I can cancel our massage."
She shook her head. "No, don't cancel. See if we can get a later appointment time. I just need to take a nap."
He nodded and walked over to the hose phone in the bathroom, while Olivia stepped inside the shower stall. When he completed his call, he joined his exhausted beloved in the experiential shower.
X
Fitz and Olivia eventually left their suite for lunch, and later, their couple's massage. The two hours of having their muscles kneaded was pure euphoria. They parted ways after their spa appointment with Olivia going to the indoor pool to swim a few laps, and Fitz going on a scheduled hike. They were having an early dinner in one of the resort's restaurants later.
When he returned to their suite he found Olivia in the bedroom, asleep. It worried him that she was so exhausted lately, and that she was sleeping so much. He was going to ask her what was going on when she awakened. But for now he would let her sleep. He walked into the bathroom and closed the door.
Fitz emerged from the bathroom fifteen minutes later, after a hot shower, wearing a fluffy robe. He checked on Olivia and she was still asleep. Walking into the living room, he picked up the phone and canceled their dinner reservation, and ordered room service instead. It would be delivered in an hour. Going over to the bar, he poured a tumbler of ten year old scotch and walked out onto the stone balcony, and took a seat. The sun was just beginning its ascent behind the mountains and it was a breathtaking sight. Fitz wasn't really paying it any attention, because his mind was on Olivia.
Olivia woke in the dark bedroom. She glanced at the clock and sat up straight. She had twenty minutes to get dressed so they could make their dinner reservation. Why hadn't Fitz awakened her? Getting out of bed, she pulled on her robe, covering her nakedness, and after a stop in the bathroom, went to search for her man. She walked into the dimly lit living room and noticed the opened door to balcony. She walked out to find Fitz in a robe, sitting and sipping his drink. The night was perfect, but also chilly. Without a word, she slipped onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around her and placed a kiss in her hair.
"We're going to miss our dinner reservation," she said in a low voice.
"You were sleeping so peacefully, I didn't want to wake you. I canceled the reservation and ordered room service instead. It should be here in about fifteen, twenty minutes. I ordered a little of everything. You should be starving."
Olivia shook her head. "I'm not real…" the deep growl emitted from her stomach cut off whatever she was about to say.
He laughed when she looked up at him with a stunned look on her face. "You were saying?" He asked, lifting a brow.
"I haven't eaten anything since lunch."
"Well we need to get you fed because you're going need your energy later."
"I don't know about that," she said around a yawn.
Fitz took one of her hands in his and kissed it. He narrowed his eyes in concern. "What's going on with you, Livvie? Why are you so exhausted all the time?"
She let out a breath. "Fitz I'm planning a wedding, renovating our new home, getting my home ready to sell, going through a career transition and we also have a five-year old daughter who's finally starting to adjust to kindergarten. She also has play dates and extracurricular activities. And on top of all that, my mother has been making more suggestions for my wedding, and your mother wants to invite three hundred people. Fortunately, I have a planner who's doing most of the heavy lifting and I'm left to deal with our mothers."
"Do I need to rein in my mother?"
Olivia smiled and shook her head. "She's just excited, Fitz. Her son's getting married. I don't want her to feel left out of the planning. After all, she doesn't have a daughter, and this may be the closest she'll get to planning a wedding. Now my mother is a different story. This isn't her first time at the rodeo. She's been mother of the bride before."
"Right now they're both starting to look like those mother-in-laws from hell!" Fitz chuckled.
"They're not that bad, Fitz," Olivia said coming to both their mother's defense.
"Mine's that bad," Fitz said grinning. "It's okay, babe. You can say it. She's my mother and I know how bad she's probably being."
Olivia laughed. "They just want to help."
Fitz sighed and hugged her tighter.
"Honestly baby, I don't care about a wedding. I just want to be married to the man I love."
"Remember when I suggested Vegas and you vetoed it?" He asked.
She sighed. "I know. Our little flower girl will be heartbroken."
"Yes, she will. And I'm not breaking my princess's heart. Plus, it's too late to cancel."
She looked at him, horrified. "I don't want to cancel our wedding," she said incredulously. "I'm just going to have to set boundaries for our mothers. We are getting married in eight weeks, mister."
Fitz leaned down and kissed her lips. "That's why I love you so much. But listen Livvie, I don't want you to ever feel our daughter, the wedding or anything else is completely your responsibility. You will tell me when it becomes too much, and I'll take care of it." He took her chin in his hand and turned her head so he had her full attention. "You don't have to do any of this alone. "Okay?"
He made a mental note to talk to his mother and to try and remove as much as he could from Olivia's too full plate.
She nodded. "You worry too much, but okay."
"Well it's my job to worry." He looked directly into her eyes again. "I need you to know I will always be here for you and our daughter. I need you to know you're not in any of this alone. You have me, you can lean on me." He kissed her temple. "And I'll have someone come to look at your house to determine what needs to be done before it goes on the market. You let me worry about that too."
Olivia wasn't going to put her house on the market until after they moved into the new house. She didn't want people walking through the house while they were still living in it.
She nodded absently.
They were still sitting on the balcony, wrapped in each others arms, trying to ward off the chilly air, when there was a knock on the door.
Fitz sighed. "That must be room service." He kissed Olivia once again before setting her on her feet and walking back into suite toward the front door.
Olivia walked into the half bath to wash her hands while their dinner was being set up. When she returned her mouth fell open. Fitz was right, he'd ordered a veritable feast and it was all spread out on the dining room table.
"Who's going to eat all of this food?" She asked.
Fitz walked up and hugged her from behind. "We are." He turned her around to face him. "Let's eat, babe."
They dined on the wonderful meal and between small bites of each dish, laughed and talked about everything and nothing. They were both too full and passed on the chocolate and pistachio torte he'd ordered for dessert.
Fitz assured her they would get around to eating it. "The way I want to eat it involves you being naked, so it needs to wait until later," he said it with the sexy smile that drove her crazy.
After room service returned and retrieved their dinner dishes and boxed the dessert, the couple moved to the sofa in the living room and decided to do something they rarely did at home: watch television. Any time they spent sitting in front of the tv, was usually with their daughter watching a Disney movie. Her current favorite was Rodgers & Hammerstein's Cinderella, with Whitney Houston and Brandy Norwood. Olivia couldn't count the number of times they'd had to listen to Whitney and Brandy singing Impossible, Elliott's favorite song from the movie.
Fitz lay on the sofa and pulled Olivia down so she was comfortably wedged between his legs. "Mmm. I like this." He whispered.
"Ooh, that's nice," she responded as Fitz's hand reached beneath her robe and caressed her breasts. "But I thought we were watching television, mister."
He laughed and casually draped his arm possessively over her middle, and reached for the remote with the other. They finally settled on The Godfather. After an hour, Fitz was watching alone. He looked down at Olivia who had fallen asleep in his arms. Carefully, he eased his body from around her and stood to put out the small fire in the fireplace. When he finished, he checked the balcony doors before going back to the sofa and lifting Olivia in his arms. Carrying her to their bed, he gazed down at her as she slept peacefully. He planted butterfly kisses on her face before he laid her down on the bed and removed her robe. He took a deep breath as he watched her naked sleeping form. Fitz gritted his jaw to stop his body from reacting. Removing his own robe, he crawled into bed next to Olivia. Pulling her into his arms, he cuddled against her and after a few minutes, drifted off to sleep.
X
Their weekend excursion flew by. Time slipped by quickly. Fitz and Olivia had awakened before dawn Saturday morning and made love. They left the bed dressed in the spa's fluffy robes and socks. Fitz made Olivia's morning tea and brewed a cup of coffee, then, with his arm around her, he led her onto the balcony to watch the sun rise. He pulled her onto his lap and they sat quietly sipping their hot beverages, waiting for the day to come alive. It was quite dramatic. The sky cast a bluish pink, a gently moving mist crept over the Blue Ridge Mountains with the coming of the sun. It was gorgeous.
An hour later they were both showered and dressed, and having breakfast in the dining area of their suite. Their daughter had called to check on them and to let them know that she was okay, and according to Cecily, she was being her sweet and bossy self, and a huge help with Theo. They missed their baby and couldn't wait to get home to see her.
The remainder of the day was spent in at the spa getting wrapped and exfoliated, scalp treatments and face massages. After four hours at the spa, they'd returned to their suite for a nap. They went to one of the restaurants for lunch and afterwards, took a stroll around the property. The rest of the day was spent lounging by the indoor pool and later, a private dinner at the Chef's Table and after dinner cordials by the fire pit.
They ended the day the same way they began, in bed and in each other's arms.
Sunday morning found the couple on the road back to D.C. long before check out. They'd left fully rejuvenated and completely satisfied. Fitz wished they hadn't rushed back home. The only reason they'd done so was because Olivia was missing Elliott. He missed his princess too, but having Olivia all to himself and watching her relax was a dream. An extra day or two would've been paradise. But it wasn't meant to be. So here they were, on their way to pick up their daughter and back to the real world.
X
Fitz's entire body shuddered and the world exploded around them as he called Olivia's name. She followed before collapsing on top of him.
It took them both a few minutes to recover. Olivia had initiated their afternoon tryst and he had enjoyed her assertiveness. Lately, when it came to getting what she wanted sexually, his beautiful fiancée was no wallflower. Of course, all it took was a glance or a brush of her hand on his, and he was ready. It seemed as though he wanted her twenty-four seven. He was so in love with her, and was happier than he had ever known possible.
Fitz had had a meeting earlier that morning and had been concerned before he left because she'd been under the weather and still in bed. Elliott had climbed onto the bed to say goodbye. He chalked it up to stress and the upcoming holiday. Thanksgiving was in a week, and they were hosting dinner.
This time he, Christine and Maya were doing most of the cooking. If Olivia chose to help, she could. Ever since their spa weekend, he'd made sure that she didn't try to take on too much. He was even learning how to comb Elliott's hair just so she'd have one less task to do. Plus there was no law that said daddies shouldn't comb their daughter's hair. It was a bonding experience for the two of them.
After his meeting, he'd rushed home. She was still in bed, but obviously she was feeling better, because she was naked, posed and waiting for him. He'd wasted no time getting undressed and had engaged in the most explosive mid-morning sex ever.
Olivia stirred in his arms. Their bodies were still intimately joined. Tightening his arms around her sweat, sleek body, his cock twitched deep inside of her. She opened her eyes slowly and gave him a lazy smile.
"Are you ready again, baby?" she asked as she rested her chin on his chest.
He looked at her with concern, his brows furrowed. Whatever was going on with her was taking a toll, whether or not she wanted to admit it. He saw it in the circles under her eyes.
"I thought you weren't feeling well," he said as he rubbed her back.
She smiled. "I wasn't earlier, but now I feel great."
Fitz returned her smile. "Oh I can see that." With one swift movement, he reversed their positions, flipping her onto her back. He looked down at her. "Looks like I just might be ready again."
She laughed, enjoying the sensations in her core his movement caused. Fitz's blue eyes took in her beautiful face. Her curls lay in disarray against the pillows; her face was flushed and glowing and her eyes were shining bright. She looked like what she was: a woman happy, and in love.
"I love you, Livvie." His voice wavered with emotion as he closed his eyes.
Olivia swallowed the lump in her throat as she reached up and caressed his cheek. "I know, babe." It had been five months since Fitz had proposed and she was so happy that sometimes she had to pinch herself. Fitzgerald Grant was everything she had ever wanted in a man.
He opened his eyes to look at her.
"Fitz, these past few months seem unreal. I can still hardly believe it."
"Oh it's real, babe, believe it. It's real and it's true. You're wearing my ring and we're getting married in six weeks."
"I know it is. And it goes beyond our relationship. I see how you are with our daughter, your parents and your friends. Your capacity to love is limitless.
"Well I certainly hope so." He leaned down and began to nibble her neck, ready to prove again, just how real and true it was. Olivia held his face in her hands and their eyes locked.
"And I know your capacity to love our new baby will be the same."
Fitz lifted his head and gave the obligatory, "uh-huh," sounding like their daughter, as his lips went back to her neck. Then in different stages, it slowly began to dawn on him what she'd just said. She watched in amusement as he froze and stared at her. He was still stuck on the words, new baby. The expression on his face began to change from confusion to comprehension.
"Uh, Livvie, what did you say?"
"I said your capacity to love our new baby will be the same," she repeated, unable to hold back her tears of joy.
Fitz frowned. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. "I know you're not saying…are you telling me…" His deep voice turned high pitched as he struggled to form his words.
Olivia looked up at him, tears still rolling down her cheeks. "Am I trying to tell you...what, Mr. Grant?" She smiled through her tears at the look of excitement she saw on her soon-to-be husband's face. His reaction was priceless.
Fitz took a deep breath in an effort to slow down his racing heart. He tried again. His rich blue eyes were bright as he tried to comprehend what she was saying.
"Are you telling me that you're…you're…" He couldn't say it. It might not be true, and if it wasn't, he would be greatly disappointed.
"You're…you're…what, Fitz?" Olivia continued to tease him, enjoying every second of this moment. Also imagining this is what it would have been like to tell him that Elliott was coming. But now wasn't the time to dwell on that. This was their second chance.
"Pregnant!" He blurted it out, trying to keep his emotions in check until she confirmed it.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" she yelled before he gathered her into his arms and lifted her from the mattress. "I'm pregnant, Fitz. We're having another baby."
His eyes looked up and down her naked body. She smiled and nodded her head.
Gently, he placed his hand on her still flat belly.
"Really?" he asked, wonder in his voice.
She nodded. "Really."
He leaned down and softly kissed her belly before kissing her lips and pulling her onto his lap. He hugged her close, his mind racing with a million questions.
"How did it happen? When did it happen?"
Olivia swiped at her tears before she spoke.
"Well, I assume it happened the normal way, Mr. Grant. You know, like what we were just doing."
"All right Ms. Smart Ass." He ruffled her curls playfully. Olivia chuckled.
"As for when it happened; I'm almost six weeks so probably when we christened the new bathroom or the shower the night of your birthday party. We've been pretty reckless since that night in the shower in New York, when I…"
Her words died on her lips when he covered her mouth with his. "That is something I'll never forget for as long as I live."
They smiled at each other as that time flashed through their memories. Fitz was more amorous than usual and Olivia had been more than happy to oblige him. There was a lot of spontaneous and wild love making going on.
"But I wore protection," he said, knowing that they had made love so often he couldn't really remember. "And I wore it the night of my birthday, in the shower. Didn't I?" He couldn't verify that either.
Olivia raised a brow, knowing that neither of them could testify in court to either statement. Since the day he'd asked her to marry him, they'd been playing roulette with birth control. She'd finally made an appointment to see her primary physician because of the chronic fatigue she'd been feeling lately.
They'd been making excuses for the possible reasons and she was alarmed enough to get checked out. Her doctor, who was also a friend, had asked questions regarding the changes, her daily activities and diet, and she'd told her everything that was going on in her life. She'd casually mentioned the need for getting a prescription for birth control, but after several tests, Mira had politely informed her that it was too late. The diagnosis now made sense. She'd felt the same way early in her first pregnancy. Why hadn't she made the connection?
'The symptoms were all there. I can't believe I missed them."
"We haven't really discussed having another Grant baby since getting engaged," Fitz admitted, but he knew in the back of his mind with all of the sex they'd been having, it was a possibility.
"Well we both wanted another baby, and getting pregnant can happen when you're spotty with birth control," Olivia reminded him.
Fitz grinned at her. "Livvie, I don't care how, when or why this baby was conceived. I'm so happy I can hardly find the words to tell you. I love you woman!"
Olivia laughed at the awe in his voice. "How can I thank you for being so patient with me and for loving me so much?" She rested her head on his chest.
Fitz ran his finger through her curls and pushed them from her face. "Just stay as beautiful as you are now, Livvie."
She closed her eyes, smiling. "That's not going to be easy once I blow up."
"Wrong baby. You'll be even more beautiful."
"You're only saying that because it's your baby I'm carrying."
Nodding, he chuckled. "You're absolutely right."
"I guess it's a good thing you're finally making an "honest" woman out of me in a little over a month. I've had my first fitting and the fitter pinned my dress in all of the right places so the sewers could start customizing it to my body. The fit was looser than we thought it would be because I'd lost weight. Thank God I was too afraid to have them alter it too much because I thought I would gain some of the weight back. Marta, my fitter, was the first person I called when I got the positive test result. I needed them to stop whatever they were doing to the dress." She took Fitz's hand and looked up at him. "I'm sorry babe, but I couldn't wait. I had to tell her so she could make sure they left room for a growing belly. Otherwise, everybody will be able to see what we've been up to."
Fitz laughed and pulled her into a tight hug. "I love you! I love you! I love you!" he said. "My sweet baby is having another baby." His words were said as tenderly as his kiss to her forehead.
Pushing his back against the tufted headboard, Olivia straddled his lap.
"You're really happy about this?"
"Hell yeah I'm happy, Livvie. I'm over the moon." He clasped her face with his hands and kissed her with loving tenderness. "More than you'll ever know." He wiped the tears from her cheeks with the pad of his thumb. "I'm going to be there for everything this time. The cravings, crying spells, rubbing your swollen feet and whatever else you want and need."
"And the constant horniness in the final trimester," she added, and then laughed at the expression on his face.
"Yeah that too," he said, his voice low and sexy.
Olivia saw the lust in his eyes and leaned forward to press her breast against his bare chest. "Do you know what I want right now?" she whispered near his ear.
Fitz knew that whatever she wanted, if it was within his power, he would give it to her.
"Whatever you want I'll try to get it for you, babe."
"I want a half chili smoke from Ben's."
Fitz pulled back and stared at her. "You're kidding, aren't you?"
Olivia, biting her lower lip, shook her head then looked at him with a small smile. "No. I'm craving a split."
He sighed as he tightened his hands around her waist and lifted her from his body. He stood from the bed and walked towards the bathroom. "What's up with the chili dog?" he mumbled under his breath. "Whatever happened to pickles and ice cream?"
"Did you say something, babe?" Olivia called out to him. She lay back against the mound of pillows with a huge smile on her face, twirling a strand of hair around her finger.
"No, Livvie."
She climbed out of the bed and walked to the bathroom and stood in the door. "Would you like some company on your trip to Ben's?"
He gave her that crooked grin and wrapped his arms around her. "I thought you'd never ask."
Olivia wrapped her arms around her future husband's neck and kissed him passionately.
They were both breathless when they came up for air. "Wow," he said. He hugged her tightly before releasing her. Olivia walked over to her night table to check her phone before going to join Fitz in the shower.
"Hey Livvie," he called.
She looked up from the phone at him leaning against the door of the bathroom. There was a huge grin on his handsome face.
"Yes, babe?"
"We made another baby."
Olivia shook her head and laughed at him. "Yes Fitz, we made another baby."
He smiled at her response, and watched as she put her phone down and walked back to him in her glorious natural nakedness.
She was perfect.
His world was perfect.