Olivia had no plans to drag out the engagement period. What was the point? They were in a good place — damn happy. She knew they loved each other; living together for nine months and spending time in close quarters for longer than that, confirmed many things. If Fitz had his way, they'd be married the week after he proposed. But still wanting to have some traditions in place, Olivia insisted they take enough time to a plan a ceremony and have the people they loved present as witnesses.
After one long meeting with the man known as her fiancé, cross referencing their calendars, with magazines and papers all over the living room floor, a date was set. February 20th. Olivia wanted a Valentine's Day theme, with white and roses. The only request from Fitz — a venue in the District. They met in DC, their lives together were centered around the city, might as well make it full circle.
Everyone appeared to be supportive and happy for the newly engaged couple. The neighbors threw a fun party after Halloween. When the parents were informed of Olivia and Fitz's decision to finance the wedding on their own, there were mixed reactions. Marie huffed while on the phone, complaining she was being punished for her shortcomings. Eli said he was okay with it, but offered to chip in if anything extra was included. When Gerry found out over a Skype call, all he did was shrug, say "Okay", and began to talk about something else.
Fitz made a promise to Olivia that she could have whatever she wanted. This was her day. With that in mind, she began to research venues. Like wildfire, news spread throughout the city about their engagement. Since their public announcement in the Post, they had become a couple to look out for. Several vendors reached out to work with them. Olivia almost declined some of the discounted and free services, but Fitz set her straight on that. "Just pick the right ones," he encouraged.
One day, she woke up to the sound of Fitz tapping on his iPad, occasionally humming. It was unusual to see him with his glasses on, sitting up in bed so early. He did his best to keep electronics away in the morning until he absolutely had to. It must have been something important.
"What are you doing?"
"Good morning to you. I'm checking on flights to possible locations for the honeymoon. Where do you want to go?"
"Fitz…"
"You've been stalling, baby. Give me some ideas."
"Vermont," she mumbled into her pillow, slowly introducing herself to the new day.
Fitz grunted, sending her a confused glance, "What? Really?"
"Yes."
"That doesn't make any sense."
"How come, Fitzgerald?"
Olivia rolled back over, training her eye on him, waiting for a response.
He scratched the middle of his chest, then answered. "I would assume you'd want to go somewhere you haven't been before, or more elaborate."
"The house is already there. It will be beautiful with all the snow. We can drive up and down if we want. A road trip. It will be simple, lovey."
Olivia thought her argument was valid, but Fitz wasn't on board.
"Why are you so pressed about this?"
Fitz said, "This will be special for you, Livvie. I want your dreams to come true. It's your honeymoon. A woman's dream destination. What is that for you? Paris? St. Lucia? Zanzibar?"
Knowing her fiancé was questioning her decisions, did not make Olivia feel good at all. It was pissing her off that much, staying in bed didn't make sense anymore. Rolling her eyes, she pulled the covers off her legs, trudging over to the vanity to remove her headscarf, and unpin the loose mini buns.
"What?"
Olivia waved him off.
"No, what was it?"
Still taking out bobby-pins, she reminded him, "I've had my fair share of time in Paris, so that'd be boring to me. I'd rather vacation stateside."
Focused on the screen, he muttered something under his breath.
Momentarily disappearing to the bathroom, Olivia heard him give more reasons why they should go full out. With the revamping of their businesses, there might not be a perfect time to get away beyond the window they decided; planning around Teddy's activities, the weather, and other items that would require time and money.
Instead of responding, she zoned him out, focusing on her morning skin care rituals. That was more important than hearing the lawyer state his case.
When Olivia returned, she was prepped to shower, in her terry cloth towel, Fitz was waiting. His mannerisms still expressed he was not pleased. The glasses were no longer on.
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"What do you think? The reasons I gave."
"I don't want to talk about it anymore," she replied, pulling from the drawer a black bra and a light blue thong.
Fitz set his iPad on the nightstand. "We can go anywhere in the world and you pick Vermont. Are you sure, honey? Our budget will work for anything you want. Europe. Africa. Australia? Seriously, baby, think of a special place."
"Weren't you the one who chose Vermont to build me a house? Why can't I enjoy the fucking place?"
"Hey, I didn't mean it like that. We can go there whenever you want."
It was too early to argue or try to convince Fitz of where she did or didn't want to go. The conversation was going nowhere. "You know what. You decide then. Just not here," she spoke curtly. "A week or two away from Washington, that's all I want."
"Olivia…"
Not giving Fitz time to explain, Olivia left for the bathroom again, closing the door. She wasn't mad, just irritated. He asked her a question and she gave an answer, only for him to turn around and clap back with a fortified opinion. She was so used to having the last word. It wasn't wrong, but there was no point in giving it, if he wasn't going to listen. Their discussions rarely escalated these days, but when they did, Olivia was never in the mood to stand down. Besides, time was ticking, and she needed to be at the office by 9.
Since it was wash day, Olivia lathered up the shampoo, massaging her scalp, putting ample attention to her curly strands, slowly getting distracted from the outside frustration.
As her hair reverted back to their tighter curls under the water, the door opened.
Fitz's silhouette was seen through the shower stall. He didn't say anything, so there was a possibility he was using the facilities.
When she didn't hear anything, she rolled her eyes and asked, "Yes?"
"I'm sorry. For being pushy," he said in a gentle tone. "I just want this to be special for you. But I took it too far. That was unkind. Will you forgive me?"
Olivia finished washing out the shampoo, grabbing the conditioner bottle, mulling over her next move. It would be pointless to keep the silent treatment and clipped answers going. One of the main focuses of their therapy sessions were to apologize as soon as they recognized a problem.
"I understand what you were trying to do. But yes, I forgive you."
"Thank you."
A few seconds later, Fitz tapped his fingers on the shower door. Pushing it open slightly, and only showing her head, Olivia extended an olive branch.
"You can come in, if you want..."
Of course, Fitz accepted the offer. Olivia smirked as she watched him pull off his sweatpants and boxer briefs, before taking his large step into the shower, with a grin. Already, there was a shift in their interaction.
"Hi, Livvie Love."
"Hi, Mister."
Their eyes met, which always told the truth. The blips of disagreement faded. Love was there, allowing forgiveness.
"Kiss?"
"Mmhmm," she replied, tilting her head back, to meet Fitz's inviting mouth.
It was soft, as the water touched their skin. Olivia closed her eyes, thankful this was happening.
Fitz touched her lower back, whispering, "We can go wherever you want."
"No," she corrected, patting his chest, "We need to find a happy medium."
"You're right, beautiful. You're absolutely right."
Their glances continued to soften as the reconnection occurred. Kisses that reached their destination, along with blatant teasing. Rubbing their noses. Passing the soap.
Olivia hummed, pulling away momentarily. "How about we list five places and go from there?"
Fitz smirked, inching closer, making her pause, feeling the heat rising between them — beyond the hot liquid pouring down on their skin.
"Or we can just stay here, get clean, and not talk. I don't want to interrupt your quiet time."
His hand cupped her sex, rubbing her clit with his slightly calloused thumb. Olivia's bottom lip trembled, responding to his attentiveness. So aware of what made her moan, sigh, lean back, everything. Fitz chuckled in approval, seeing how he was able to get her off in the best way. A few seconds later, his middle finger pushed through her slick folds.
"I got you," he whispered, as her knees buckled slightly. She leaned on him, holding to the towel rack, until she finally came.
"Whew!"
Her eyes opened, seeing Fitz's smirk.
"Yeah?"
Biting her lip, she nodded.
Olivia returned the favor, methodically sliding her hand up and down Fitz's dick, letting the water and soap assist her efforts. Looking up briefly to watch him react — his ears getting red, his abs contracting, hearing him grunt with pleasure, made her happy.
"Baby, I'm—ungh—shit—almost..."
"I know," she noted, touching his hip, while kissing his shoulder, then his neck, and finally his earlobe, which caused him to shudder.
"Let me…."
Fitz brought her to standing, raising her right leg, so he could slide in. He felt so good, pumping into her. His dick feeling extra snug in her wet pussy.
"I love you."
Olivia's nose scrunched, "I love you."
The best part of this shower quickie? Getting clean right after. A few minutes later, Olivia was back at her vanity, robe on, and combing her hair.
Fitz stood behind her, with his towel sitting low on his waist, revealing the sexy lines that created a visible path towards his manhood.
She felt her neck getting kissed. He crooned in her ear, "My sweet baby."
"Hi…you're distracting me."
"I know."
Olivia rolled her eyes, carefully detangling her long curls. "Ha ha, very funny, silly man. It seems as though you want me to be hazy brained before I go to work."
Fitz pressed his thumbs down on her shoulder blades, "You got it, baby."
"Shouldn't you be getting Teddy ready?"
He glanced at the clock on his nightstand, "I have ten minutes, thank you very much. Don't try to discourage me from admiring and loving on the beautiful woman in front of me. My fiancée."
Turning her head to the side, Olivia swooned, being smitten by his smooth approach, talking to her in the low, husky tone she adored.
"You're cute."
"Thank you and so are you," he kissed her cheek once more, before he pivoted to the closet to put on his boxers, and prepare for the day. "I hope I did okay, making you feel good. Inside and out. As well as apologize."
"I accept. All of it."
Marie Pope insisted to host a celebration for her daughter. Instead of holding it in a swanky restaurant in the District, or even in Virginia, she rented out a house in St. Michaels, two hours south of Washington. It was a nautical town, near the Chesapeake Bay, beyond the massive bridge that connected the metropolitan area to the Eastern Shore. Olivia was not a fan of the party, but she chose to take the gesture as something done out of love.
The party fell on the weekend before Thanksgiving, which worked best for everyone. Olivia, Fitz, and Teddy drove to the house early Saturday morning, to beat the Bridge traffic. Teddy kept himself occupied, playing a game on his tablet, and his favorite, coloring. He asked, "Have you been here before? I haven't."
"Sometimes on the way back from Ocean City, we'd visit to see some of my mother's friends. I never liked it," Olivia peered out the window, "but I think you'll enjoy it. We're making new memories."
Fitz rubbed her knee. "This might be fun."
"It will."
Finally, after a couple of bathroom breaks, they arrived at the house. Eli was outside, doing some cleaning.
"Hello!"
Eli helped with luggage. Olivia entered the foyer, hugging her mom. The men shook hands, and Fitz gave Marie a warm hug. Teddy was right behind Olivia, his hand on her leg, getting a view of her parents, a little nervous.
"Hi!"
Eli knelt down to meet with Teddy. "It's nice to finally meet you. I've heard so many good things about you."
"Hi, Mr. Pope."
"You can call me Eli, if you'd like."
Teddy's nostrils flared. He turned around to get approval. Fitz shrugged, then both Grants looked at Olivia, for the final say.
"You two can talk about it, honey."
Teddy reached out for Eli's hand. "You're going to be my new grandpa soon. I call my Daddy's Dad 'Poppy' and my Mom's Dad, 'Grandad', so that's not going to work. I don't want us to be confused. What would you like to be called?"
"Let's see…Poppa?"
"Okay, Poppa Eli. How about that?"
Teddy's eyes widened and cheeks rose. "I love it."
"And I'm Marie, Olivia's Mom."
Teddy waved at her, "Hi, Olivia's Mommy. Mamee? Sorry, Miss Marie. Sometimes my words get mumbled and I say them wrong." He grinned sheepishly.
"You don't have to apologize. That happens to all of us. But I must say, I like that. Mamee. What do you think?"
"Yes!"
After getting situated, Olivia was in the kitchen, stirring up leftover homemade bisque when she heard Teddy's voice.
"Hi."
"Hi," she smiled. "What's up?"
Teddy stood next to her, with inquisitive eyes. "Can I ask you something? Livia, how come I've never met them before? You and Daddy have been dating forever! Do they live far away?"
With a nod, Olivia turned off the heat. "Let's sit over here, so we're safe. Okay, so, you know how you have an awesome friendship with your Dad and you guys love each other so much?"
"Yeah," Teddy replied.
"Well, I didn't have that with my parents. And even though we're getting better, I wasn't ready for them to meet you. You're very special to me and I don't want you feeling bad, like I was. Or feeling like anyone is going to leave you. I want to make sure you were ready too. Does that make sense?"
Teddy slowly nodded, then slid off his chair, to get to Olivia, giving her a big hug. "Yes. I get that. You're protecting me. That's important. Love you lots."
The festivities would begin promptly at 6pm. Olivia opted to wear a burgundy bell sleeved dress with nude pumps. She had no clue what Fitz chose to put in his garment bag. After changing, she met Fitz in their room. He was in a dark grey suit with a pink gingham shirt, and his classic brown wing-tipped shoes.
"Wowwie, I love it when you wear this shirt."
"Oh," Fitz's eyebrows rose, wrapping his arms around Olivia's waist, bringing her close.
"Yessir. Looking hot, as always, Mr. Grant. By the way, if my mother does anything to embarrass us, I'm going upstairs."
Fitz kissed her jaw. "We are going to have a great time. And if your mother does anything that makes you upset, we will figure something out. I'll handle it. Deal?"
Olivia rolled her eyes, knowing he was thinking clearly, and wanted to keep the peace. "Fine. Deal."
Wanting to get a peek of her mother's handiwork, she walked downstairs. The rooms being used were decorated well, with a fancy banner and oversized floral arrangements. The wait staff were setting the hors d'oeuvres. Then, she saw two photographers. Usually, for Marie's shindigs, she only needed one.
"What are they doing here?"
"Who, dear?"
Olivia pointed to the men wearing "Press" vests.
Marie, wearing a beautiful black dress and matching heels, smiled, with a sense of pride, "Oh, I just hired a couple of photographers. Nothing fancy."
"From the local news station?" Olivia crossed her arms, irritated, at her mother's defiance.
"Liv, everything is okay. Someone needs to take pictures while we celebrate. This will be good for you and Fitz."
"No, it's good for you."
Slightly flipping her bang, Marie pressed her lips together, then gently touched her daughter's arm, "Olivia, tonight is about you. Your father and I want to give our blessing. This is the best way we can do that. You know how I do, I don't water down my tastes. I don't play small. We will not make a scene. Understand?"
Olivia agreed silently.
"Now, guests are about to arrive, and I need to greet them. So, please, relax, and let us spoil you, Fitz, and Teddy."
Just as Olivia was about to clench her jaw and fists, Fitz and Teddy met her in the living room. They would appear in the nick of time to help her loosen up. There was no need to get upset.
Teddy looked a little different, older even; his hair was slicked down, and he was wearing a navy blue blazer, striped t-shirt, jeans, and boat shoes.
"Oh my goodness! Who is this extra handsome young man?"
"I look sexy, don't I?" Teddy puffed out his chest, slipping his hands into his pockets.
Olivia made a face, impressed by his confidence.
"Where did you get that from," she asked.
Teddy pointed to Fitz. "Daddy!"
There were about fifty guests, mostly friends of the Popes, along with work and regular friends of Olivia and Fitz's. It was a blessing to see familiar faces, making Olivia feel more comfortable, so she wouldn't have to nitpick every move of her mother's, who was definitely living it up, being the perfect host. There were things she couldn't stand, but she did know Marie was trying. She needed to let those grudges go. Life wouldn't get any better if she kept holding on.
Photos were consistently taken. Olivia and Fitz were floating around, making a point to say "hi" to everyone. A deejay was spinning tunes in the corner. The Popes had truly done it up. Almost like a pre-wedding reception.
"Attention, everyone," Marie clanked her glass. "I would like to propose a toast. Eli and I have been waiting for this day. We've always wanted our Olivia to find someone who would love her the way she deserves. We know she found that in Fitz and his handsome son, Teddy.
"To our beautiful daughter and future son-in-law, we wish you success and many wonderful years of love, laughter, and fun."
When it came time for engagement photos, Olivia thought of the perfect spot: their new home. Teddy had a day off on Friday, so a four day trip to Vermont would do the trick. She was able to book a photographer who lived nearby.
Teddy was super excited about the journey because it was his first time visiting. He had heard so many nice things about the place and how his Daddy built it for his "Livia".
The drive from the airport was uneventful. Teddy kept sighing and "ooh"-ing whenever they passed by a new landmark. When Fitz parked, the little one was scrambling out of his seat.
"Wait a sec, Bear," Olivia instructed. "Let me help you."
She and Fitz followed Teddy, who ran to the door.
"I already love it here. Can we move here," he asked, with bright brown eyes.
Olivia laughed, taking his hand, "Not right now. But maybe on vacations, we can."
The inside looked so beautiful, with the high ceilings. The foliage and warmth of the outside made everything cozier.
"Which one is my room, Daddy?"
Fitz pointed to the hallway, "That one!"
He ran to the second room on the left. Jumping and cheering at the sight of his new space and cheered. "Wowwie! It has my name on the wall."
Olivia set his duffel bag on the floor. "Okay, baby, let's make some lunch because Miss Bethany will be here soon."
An hour later, the three were all dressed and made up, chilling. Then, Gigi began to yap at the door.
"Honey, can you get her?"
Teddy assuumed Olivia was talking to him, so he called for Gigi. "C'mon, Gigi Girl!"
"Hi and welcome," Olivia greeted Bethany, shaking hands. "Please, come on in."
Fitz strutted into the living room, and said "hi" to the photographer, offering her water and tea.
Bethany opened her notebook, "I remember on the phone, Olivia, that you wanted a simple and charming session. Is that still correct?"
"Yes. Nothing too fancy, but still capturing us and our son, Teddy."
Fitz turned his head, realizing what she did. Olivia winked.
The conversation was light and humorous, Bethany was able to witness their personalities, figuring out what would be the best options to pose them.
"How did you meet?"
Fitz replied, "A blind date."
"That almost didn't happen," Olivia added, smiling, "I was about a minute away from leaving. Thought I got stood up but these two guys walked in, and that was that."
"I fell in love with her that night," he gently stated, keeping his eyes on her. "Fell more in love since then."
Olivia rubbed his arm, leaning forward to peck his cheek.
The three discussed their game plan. While they talked, Olivia could sense how giddy she was around Fitz. Being able to express herself in front of others was freeing.
The first set of photos were taken on the couch, with Teddy. Some by themselves.
"Don't worry about me, just be yourselves."
Their poses were very natural, their eyes always met.
"Olivia, look at me, Fitz, look at her. Perfect!"
Teddy clapped. "You guys are so handsome. And pretty."
"Thank you."
"Bedroom," Bethany asked, switching lenses.
Fitz's jaw dropped and a laugh from Olivia followed. "I'm not letting people see me on our bed!"
Meanwhile, Olivia's ears perked when she heard him talk possessively. She gave a little smirk and winked at him. "I suggested it."
"Oh, really, now?"
The photographer shook her head, grinning. "I came up with an idea. How about you two stand up and I'll only capture your legs? Hold hands. Sweet stuff."
Olivia left to fluff the pillow, smooth out the blanket, and make everything look perfect. "Alright, come on back! Take off your shoes, Fitz and Teddy."
Teddy led Bethany and Fitz to the bedroom. The sunlight came in beautifully, making Bethany's job easy. The photos were amusing to take. Fitz turned on a favorite of song of theirs, on his phone, so they could get into a fun-loving mood. Olivia enjoyed every moment of it. Fitz cracked jokes, while she swayed her hips. Bethany staged a few shots with Teddy sitting at the foot of the bed, while Fitz and Olivia stood, kissing, holding
Of course, the best part for Teddy was being allowed to jump on the bed.
"1, 2, 3, jump!"
Bethany excused herself, allowing them to change outfits quickly.
"How are you feelin'?"
"Fine," Fitz pulled off his dress shirt. "It's like any other kind of shoot I've taken for work. But of course, this is way more important."
Olivia stood behind him, kissing his bare shoulder blade. "You're so cute. I love you."
"I love you."
Next section, being outside. Some pictures of the guys, then several shots of Olivia and Teddy. Everything was going so well. A beautiful family perfectly captured with the autumn foliage.
The four walked to the neighbor's house. There was a green tractor; Bethany suggested they use it as a prop.
"This is great," the photographer encouraged.
Olivia felt so good wearing her oversized grey cardigan, while Fitz was looking super relaxed in a black long-sleeved ribbed tee, jeans, and a flannel.
"You're looking good."
"Thank ya."
Bethany snapped away as Olivia and Fitz posed at the tree, or her sitting on his lap. Presenting her ring in a closeup. Finding those subtle moments, so others could see the essence of their relationship.
Planning a wedding for 350 people wouldn't be easy, but Olivia was grateful for Gabrielle and Abby. They helped whenever they could. They spent a few weekends to mail out invitations and RSVPs, determine colors and accents, and sifting through inquiries from local media, to gain access to the ceremony.
"I don't understand why they want to know. We're normal," Olivia reasoned, going over her massive to-do list.
Abby stated, "You're hot, Fitz is hot. Accomplished. Business owners. Making the 'Top Washingtonians under 50' list two weeks ago? You have a special something that people are drawn to. They need something to fawn over, outside of politicians."
"I am going to allow Washington Life to post pictures from the wedding in their summer issue. James Novak wanted first dibs. He and Fitz are cool. I'm not good at all that social media crap."
Gabrielle laughed, turning a magazine page. "You're a mess, Liv."
"What?"
"It will be good to see an influential Black woman, happy, in these magazines. We need that."
Olivia stretched her legs, "That's the only reason my mother is thrilled at the possibility. I'm telling you, she was totally pissed because she couldn't pay, but when she saw that feature, all of those bad vibes went away. She's a socialite at heart, so any chance her offspring is in the news or being shown off like a pageant girl, makes her happy."
"What?"
"Mmhmm," she shrugged. "But here's my motto — if they don't pay, they have no say."
"Brilliant."
"You deserve it though. Think of all the girls who will look up to you. Liv Pope, an icon."
Abby broke the temporary silence by asking, "Is the sex still good?"
"Ma'am!"
Olivia slammed her book down, with her mouth open in shock.
Never one to turn off her filter and known for very blunt questions, Abby wiggled her eyebrows, while Gabrielle covered her mouth.
"Let me rephrase. It's my hope and desire that my best friend is receiving outstanding sex as much as she wants, with the man she is betrothed to be married."
Refusing to humor Abby, Olivia continued to write ideas down for the current project. "No comment," she replied plainly.
The two friends looked at each other.
"That means yes!"
Blushing, Olivia stated, "I don't stay in relationships when I'm not being taken care of, in all areas."
The doorbell rang. Olivia was expecting a few packages, linens and some florals. Thanks to the modern era, the packages could be left in the front or some place she'd request, without having to sign. But the bell rang once more. Olivia walked to the door, looking through the peephole. It wasn't the delivery guy. It could have been someone from the magazine. Things were getting so crazy, sometimes it wasn't easy to keep track.
Swinging the door open, she was greeted by a woman, with bouncy brown curls.
"Hello?"
"Hi. Are you Olivia?"
"Yes. Are you from Washington Life? I wasn't expecting anyone today."
"No. I'm Melody Grant, or Mellie, if you'd like."
Olivia's throat tightened. In the year and some change in which she dated Fitz, she had never seen a picture of her. Not even featured in Teddy's room on his nightstand. As she observed the woman's face, she did pinpoint how Teddy and his mother favored each other.
"How may I help you?"
"I need to speak to your boyfriend."
"Excuse me?"
Mellie laughed, with a hint of disbelief. "Fitz? The man you're dating. Living with, apparently. My former husband."
"He's not here."
"He's not? That's odd."
Olivia waited for Mellie to cordially apologize, and leave the porch. "Yes," she confirmed again, with more determination. "He's not here."
"Okay, that's fine. I'll just wait," she declared, attempting to scoot into the foyer.
The territorial side of Olivia rose; extended her right leg, placing her hand on the doorframe, she blocked the entry. "He will not be home for a while."
"Oh, I didn't know. Is Teddy home?"
"No."
"Do you know when they'll be back?"
The line of questioning did not sit well with Olivia; thinking quickly, she stated, "You will need to stop by some other time. Or call him to inform him of your arrival. But I will let him know that you visited."
The smile Mellie produced was obviously disingenuous. "You know what, I intend to do that. Have a nice day."
"You too."
Gigi, who had been attached to Olivia's leg, came to life and barked at Mellie, as she sauntered back to her car. It was quite noble of her to defend her owner's honor. Olivia hushed her pup. "Gigi, thank you, but you need to stop this right now. Scoot over, baby." Closing the door rapidly, she rushed towards the kitchen.
"What the fuck," she asked herself. "I need a glass of wine."
The whole scene was like a prank, and she was the fool who fell for the trick. Olivia didn't know what to do. How dare this woman step to her and act like she was entitled to her home. Too confused and heated to call Fitz. She took her time, sipping her wine, allowing her breath to even out.
When Fitz and Teddy returned, two hours later, Olivia didn't look like herself; a permanent scowl, wrapped in her oversized cream cardigan.
"Hi…"
"Hi."
Fitz grinned, but a little confused. "What are you doing over there? You never sit there."
Olivia squeezed a pillow, and slid down to curl into a different position, facing away from him.
Fitz asked Teddy to change his clothes and play for a little bit. After washing up, he walked to the couch, gingerly touching Olivia's forehead, assuming she had a fever, or something.
"Do you feel okay?"
"Guess who stopped by?"
"Who?"
Olivia slowly replied, "Your ex-wife."
Fitz was taken aback. "What?"
"Mellie. She was here."
Repeating his question, but louder, "What?"
"She rang the bell, I opened the door, and there she was. Asking for my boyfriend. Tried to walk in like she has a right."
"Fucking... I can't believe this. She had no right. Did you call me? I would have come home ASAP."
"Did you know she was coming?"
It was rare but when Fitz Grant frowned, and his eyes narrowed, with fury, that meant trouble.
"Absolutely not. I don't talk to her," he stated with the utmost disgust. "You know that, Liv."
"Okay. How did she know about this house? Have you always lived here?"
"Since Teddy was five months old, so yes, this used to be her residence."
Olivia covered her eyes, remembering how uncomfortable she felt. "This is so weird. I didn't like being alone. She had this aura that shook me. I thought she'd eat me alive."
Fitz sat on the couch. Olivia understood his desire to be near, wanting to comfort her with his touch, but she scooted over.
"Livvie. What do you want me to do?"
Ignoring the disappointment in his voice, she countered firmly, "You'll need to handle this and figure out why she came here. I'm the one who lives here and I felt so uncomfortable. She looked at me as if I was the maid, or some random bitch who doesn't belong here."
Fitz moved to the floor, sitting on his knees, stroking her hair and face, comforting her. "But you do. You are the future Mrs. Grant. The lady of this residence. What you say, goes. That's final. I chose you. I will always choose you, baby."
Olivia slowly turned to Fitz, and finally cuddled with him.
"Thank goodness Teddy wasn't here."
"Yes," he agreed. "I don't think he would have wanted to see her without a heads up."
"Does she know about his therapy?"
"Very little. Since I have custody, I'm not required to tell her, but out of courtesy, I share some information. She thinks I spoil him, but I fucking don't care what her opinion is."
"I've never known what she looks like, Fitz. If I had, I wouldn't have answered that door."
Fitz sighed, rubbing his forehead. "I'm sorry. I hate her so much, Liv."
"You don't have to justify anything."
"No, I mean it. As I've gotten older, I've realized how unfit we were to be with each other. She ruined a lot of shit in me. But that era is over. And you're here."
Olivia finally sat up. "One thing is clear. She will not ruin our wedding and consequently, our marriage."
"She won't."
The two kissed, thankful for the storm to blow over. But for some reason, as the minutes passed, Olivia's stomach was churning and nothing felt good. The afternoon fucked her up. Napping it off wasn't helping. Then, it clicked.
She grabbed her keys and wallet, heading towards the door.
"Livvie?"
"Going out."
Fitz was worried. "May I ask where? Do you want some company?"
"I need some fresh air, I'll be back in a few. I promise."
"Okay."
Olivia blew a kiss and left. Twenty minutes later, she was reclining in her old bed, her trusted haven of solitude. Her mind was racing, unable to separate what was the truth, and thoughts which were clearly lies, but subjected her to doubt and shame.
She was worthy of Fitz's love. She knew that. They wouldn't be in this place unless they loved each other equally. Mellie was not out to get her, at least she didn't think so. She wasn't the other woman.
Pacing in a circle, Olivia found workout clothes. A thought-clearing run would be good for her.
It was still light outside, so using the path near the apartment would work well. Usually, she would listen to a very calming song, but she needed silence. As she got ready to turn a corner, her phone rang.
Eli Pope.
"Shit fuckin' hell," she groaned. "Hi, Dad."
"Olivia," he greeted, "Good evening."
The Popes had an unusual relationship. Phone calls didn't happen unless someone needed something.
"Good evening. What's up?"
"Fitz called me."
"Why?"
"He wanted to make sure you were safe."
"I am. I told him I needed to step out."
"Apartment?"
"Yes," she said. Her father knew her well. "But I'm out running."
"One earbud in?"
"I'm not listening to music, Dad."
"Good and good. I will say, I think you should probably sell your apartment once February comes around."
"But it's my place."
Eli's paternal tone resonated, "Olivia…"
"Dad… I'm an independent woman. There are more couples who have their own spaces and only get together when—."
"Nope!"
Olivia snickered, hearing her father's adamant shutdown of any references to matters that were sexual.
"But I'm serious. I need this."
"Those costs that you don't capitalize on…"
"He bought me a house."
"Congratulations, even more reason to get that property off your hands."
"No. The apartment is under my name, so I'm going to decide its fate. I know I'll need a place to clear my head. But I will consider the possibility of renting it out. Then I'll have some extra money coming in."
Eli hummed in agreement, "That could work. If you need any help, call me. Now what is going on? Wanna talk about it?"
Olivia got back to the apartment in record time. Since she couldn't drink alcohol, knowing Fitz wouldn't sleep well if she didn't plan to come home without a discussion, Olivia found a sparkling water in the refrigerator. Pouring it into a glass, she started, "His ex-wife arrived at my doorstep, asking to see him, and I was blindsided."
"Wow."
"Had no clue she was in town. I don't want to be in the middle of anything."
"You shouldn't. You didn't break them up."
Olivia lifted her hands, "I know. But in a way, it feels like I am the problem. You should have seen her face when I told her no."
"You're part of his new and current life. Don't let whatever this woman is trying to do, ruin what you have with Fitz. He loves you. He's told me. You're perfect together. I've never seen you happier. Now, when you're ready, go to him, listen to each other. Just be in each other's presence. You will work this out."
"Thank you."
"I love you."
Olivia closed her eyes; it was a rare occasion to hear those three words from her father. She knew he was capable of loving her, but with the various roadblocks, it was difficult to show. But she appreciated his wisdom.
"Love you too."
A quick tidying around the space, and after a shower, Olivia texted Fitz, before starting the car's engine.
On my way, had a talk with my Dad.
An hour later, she pulled into the driveway. The front door was open.
"Hi."
"Hi."
Fitz's eyes were red. He looked so heartbroken.
Olivia walked to him, slipping her arms around his neck. "I'm fine. For now. I was scared, Fitz."
"Honey…"
They stood in the foyer. A minute. That's all they needed.
"Thanks for letting me figure out my emotions."
"Absolutely," he replied, kissing her temple. "Do you want some wine?"
Olivia loved how Fitz knew. "Yes."
"I called Cyrus… I know what she wants."
"What?"
"She wants me to reconsider custody and possibly moving up here."
Olivia felt her heart drop to her stomach. "No. We're done talking about this."
"What's wrong, honey?"
"I'm jealous."
"Why?"
"I don't want her to take him away. I'm anxious about co-parenting with her."
Fitz placed his hands on her shoulders, "I know. We will figure it out. I promise. If we need to meet with Cy, and her lawyer, or whatever, to make adjustments, we will."
Olivia planned a romantic weekend for Fitz's 40th birthday. Instead of surprising him, like the year before, she opted for a simple happy hour dinner at Fogo de Chao in the city, and a night out at a bar. If they played their cards right, they'd be home by 10.
The bar scene was always fun, but a bit different for them since they were homebodies. Music blaring, the best solution to shake off the alcohol was dancing. Fitz took off his jacket and led his girl to the dance floor. Some of the music was seductive, and their bodies moved well, as if they were in private.
"I love this," he stated. A few buttons undone, sleeves rolled up, Fitz was in the zone, twirling Olivia around, not leaving her side. "We should do this more often."
Olivia nodded, standing in front of him, swiveling her hips. Fitz's hand was firm on her midsection, while her arm was lifted.
"Fuck. I think I should take you home."
"I got it, baby," she grinned, taking his hand.
"Miss Pope?"
"Yes?"
"Hi, wanted to congratulate you."
"Thank you."
"Can we take a picture?"
Dewy to the touch, Olivia reached into her clutch, successful with retrieving a blotting wipe, and then dabbed her face. Then one for Fitz.
"Thanks."
"Okay," she told the photographer, returning to her original position, in front of Fitz. "Now, you can."
They looked like complete lovebirds. But it was time to get back home and celebrate more. Standing outside, appreciating the cold air, touching their hot skin, Olivia asked, "You wanna sleep in the basement?"
Fitz pushed out his lips. "Not really, but what did you have in mind?"
"I wanna be loud."
"Oh?"
Olivia nodded, "Mmhmm. As loud as we can, without waking up Teddy or the dog."
"Okay, that sounds like a plan."
The Uber dropped them off at around 11 o'clock. Olivia sent Rachel money via Venmo, made sure she got to her car, then locked the door. Grabbing two bottles of water, she slipped off her shoes, unzipped her dress, and met Fitz in the bedroom. He was already naked.
"Hold on to the board."
Olivia knew what that meant. It was time to ride. It never failed; Fitz's long, talented tongue driving her to madness, pulling the nonsense out of her. Making her crave more. She couldn't help but giggle and squeal over the face that was making her this way. Then she realized — he was writing her name. His nose rubbed at the point where her lower lips gave way to reveal her clit, which made her jolt.
Fitz palmed her ass, steadying her.
"Don't go nowhere."
Olivia followed his stern command, not giving a damn about the double negative.
Her arms were sore and her legs were shaking. Thank goodness she didn't let go of the headboard.
"Fitz…"
He massaged her lower back.
Olivia flung her head back as she coaxed herself into the powerful orgasm. She was breathing heavily as she gave Fitz more to lap up. When she finally calmed down, she rolled over. Fitz made some space for her, very content with his work.
"You want more?"
"Do you?"
Fitz mischievously bit his lip.
Olivia got on her stomach, lifting her ass, looking over her shoulder.
"Shit..."
He rubbed his now wet head against her clit and lower lips, creating friction and a sensation they both loved.
"Honey, fuck me…"
After teasing her, Fitz eased himself in. Olivia made sure her stance was wide enough for him to move in and out.
"Faster?"
"Uh huh."
Fitz pumped, snapping his hips. Olivia muffled her loud groans into the mattress.
"Turn around, Livvie, I want to see you."
There was something about it when she looked at him, while he fucked her, hearing and seeing everything. It was like an answered prayer.
He groaned loudly as he finished.
"Livvie...fuck!"
She laughed and exhaled, as her wave approached. Her toes curling.
"You should just put a baby in me already."
Watching Fitz freeze was the best thing ever. Every now and then, she was the one who teased and said something off the wall.
"Woman, I swear, you play too much. Stop that."
Olivia sighed, "But you're so good at making me come, Fitz. It's mind blowing."
Rubbing the tips of their noses, they relaxed, enjoying in the aftermath of their union.
The sun rose, and they were back at it. Just taking it slow this time.
"What do you want for breakfast?"
"I don't know," she ran her fingers through his hair. "Whatever you want."
"Daddy. Livia. Do you have clothes on?"
Olivia's awkward yelp, covering her mouth. Fitz lifted his head, did a double take, and screamed, "Teddy!"
The door was ajar, and the boy's head could be seen.
"What?"
"What are you doing in here?"
Teddy skeptically asked, "Do you have clothes on?"
Olivia wanted to melt into the covers and beyond that point.
"Sometimes when you kiss too much, your clothes come off."
"How do you know this?"
Teddy nervously answered, "My friend told me and I know you guys kiss a lot! So… I thought that what happens when your door is locked."
Fitz cleared his throat, "Teddy, remember how we always knock before coming into our rooms?"
Teddy agreed with a nod. "But you didn't hear me! I knocked several times and I knew you were awake because I heard you. And I know you don't watch TV in the morning."
They had to hand it to him, the boy sure knew how to deduce.
Olivia cleared her throat, and asked, "Honey, can you go into the hallway for 90 seconds?"
"Yes."
"I fucking told you to lock the door," she scolded, rushing out of the bed to find a washcloth, and search for clothes, so she could look decent.
Fitz sucked his teeth, "Why is it always my responsibility?"
"You didn't want to do it in the basement, where he never goes, Fitzgerald."
The two cleaned up. Olivia found sweatpants and Fitz's grad school hoodie, which she swam in, but it smelled glorious.
When she got to the door, Fitz sat on the side of the bed, in sweats.
"Hi, baby. I'm sorry to upset you. Thank you for you waiting, would you like to come in?"
Teddy, highly frustrated, explained, tugging on her sleeve. "I wanted to tell you that Gigi had to go potty. You didn't hear me so I let her out. Then I wanted to tell you how responsible I am, but you didn't hear me. So I opened the door. I'm sorry for peeking. I didn't see anything. I just saw you kissing and your shoulders."
Olivia stated at the ceiling. Her cheeks were feeling hot.
"I'm so sorry. Do you want to talk to Daddy."
Teddy winced, "No, because he looked like he was mad and yelled at me."
She turned to the bedroom, glared at a guilty Fitz, prompting him to join them.
"Buddy, I'm sorry. You really surprised us."
"You surprised me too."
Fitz and Olivia had to laugh.
"Okay, let's see what Gigi is up to."
They spent Christmas break in Vermont — Olivia wanted to start decorating. Things were getting better with her parents, but she wanted to continue to set new traditions with Fitz and Teddy. After the photoshoot, Fitz bought plane tickets for the family. It was the last holiday before the wedding. She was excited for all the fun activities.
As soon as they got to the rancher, they were right at home. Relaxing on the couch. Baking cookies. Finding a tree to put in the corner.
Little Grant was in a cuddly mood, sprawled on his father. Wanting hugs.
"Daddy, more…"
Fitz drew circles on his son's back, patting his bottom occasionally. Sometimes, Teddy preferred to be treated like a baby while they were cuddling. So, Fitz played along, singing little ditties he used back when he would need to comfort. Teddy's face resting on his chest. Olivia smiled, knowing how close they were. Little hand massaging his cheek.
"I love you, Daddy."
It got Olivia to start thinking again about their future. Would a new little being interrupt what the boys had? Teddy was still working through his attachment difficulties — the family had begun to attend play therapy and discussions to help him adjust and find coping mechanisms. He was doing a great job, communicating better with the therapist, and with them.
Olivia was grateful for the addition of Gigi. Teddy wanted to take one some responsibilities — filling the water bowl, opening the back door when she needed to go out. She wanted to make sure he still felt important even when the focus was on someone else.
But if a baby came into the picture, would all that hard work go by the wayside?
Clutching her stomach, as if she was holding on to a deep secret, Olivia let out a soft sigh.
"Honey, are you okay?"
Coming back from her thoughts, she grinned at Fitz. "Yes."
Teddy blew a kiss her way. "Hi, Livia."
"Hi, handsome."
Looking shocked, he asked, "Handsome? Not cutie?"
"What would you like me to call you?"
Teddy smirked, wiggling his eyebrows. "Both."
"Cutie handsome. Handsome cutie."
Teddy slid off of Fitz's lap, hurrying over to Olivia.
"Kisses?"
He nodded, puckering his lips. They kissed four times in a row.
Gigi started to yap.
"What's wrong?"
Teddy replied, "I think she's jealous! She wants Livia kisses too."
Olivia shook her head, before scooping the dog into her arm. She kissed the top of Gigi's head. "You know you're a spoiled, precious girl. I'll get you your snack."
Without being asked, Teddy raced to the oversized floral bag Olivia brought. Digging into one plastic container, he retrieved a small bone.
"Gigi! Gigi! Here you go."
The pup scurried to her little friend, wagging her tail.
"Aren't they so cute together?"
Olivia snapped a few photos for the album she was going to create for the family.
Teddy's laughter filling the space, reaching to the high ceilings.
Fitz patted the cushion; Olivia got the hint and joined him.
"This is the life."
Olivia reached for Fitz's hand, threading her fingers through the spaces of his. "Mmhmm. When he goes to bed, can we talk?"
With a nod, Fitz tried to gauge what she was feeling. "Baby, What is it?"
"I feel nervous…"
"Okay," he pressed a sweet kiss on her temple.
Dinner, dessert, and bedtime were successful. While Fitz and Olivia were changing into their pajamas, he inquired, "What's going on?"
"If I get pregnant, I have a feeling Teddy will regress."
Fitz was in the middle of putting on his t-shirt, when he paused, very concerned. "Oh no, sweet baby."
Olivia pulled back the comforter on her side of the bed, the right side, so she could sit down. "He's been working so hard, being able to vocalize how he feels and not getting overwhelmed at school. I can't imagine him going through this all over again."
"Are you changing your mind," Fitz walked to her.
"No… I don't want to cause pain. I don't want to do that anymore," Olivia began to sob into Fitz's chest. "Crap, I'm sorry. I'm getting your shirt wet."
"My God. Your heart for him…I'm so grateful you came into our lives."
"I didn't think I'd be this way."
"You have a caring heart. You love him."
"I do. But I really want…to have a baby, with you."
Fitz drew circles on her back, one of the ways he was able to comfort her, "And we will, if we're supposed to."
"Yeah?"
"Absolutely. I want to. It'd be a great honor."
"Okay," she rested his head on his shoulder.
"Have you…"
"Have I stopped the birth control? Not yet. I think I'm going to stop next month."
"Okay…So that means you want to start trying right away?"
Olivia took a second to think before responding. "I'd rather wait. I know we're far from conventional, but I want the focus to be on us for a little bit. But if something changes, I wouldn't be opposed."
"That settles it, Livvie Love."
"Does that work for you?"
"Of course. It's your body. You get to decide," he murmured, in between kisses on her cheeks, nose, and lips. The softness of his character melted Olivia's heart. He was incredibly understanding. "Thank you for including me in your decision, so we can plan accordingly. We have space, obviously, and we are financially stable to support however many babies you want."
"Fitz!"
"I'm keeping it open."
"Hmm…"
"Five?"
Olivia laughed, shaking her head. "No!"
With a smirk, he kissed her nose again, looking deeply into her eyes. "Two babies, I think."
"Sir!"
"What would you want?"
"I'm not saying." Olivia gave him a playful side eye, not wanting to reveal anything.
Fitz got lazy, and just crawled over Olivia to get to his side of the bed. "I think you know."
"It's crossed my mind, but let's not jinx it."
The fresh Northern air filing their room. Olivia rummaged through Fitz's soft curls, as his head rested on her, still pondering over what was to come. In six weeks, things would officially change.
After New Year's, Olivia and Gabrielle visited the bridal store. She was cutting it close, but it was so difficult to find the perfect dress.
"Thank you for coming with me."
"I wouldn't miss for the world, Liv."
Olivia reached for her best friend's hand, squeezing it.
Susan, the stylist walked in, asking for Olivia to follow her, to try on two dresses, that she fancied online.
"I want to look like a princess. Nothing too overwhelming, I'm a little on the small side."
"The second dress you told me about, it came in, and I want you to check it out."
Ten minutes later, Olivia was in the gown. "This is gorgeous," she slowly turned, finding her reflection in the mirror.
"Ready to show?"
Olivia inhaled deeply, stepping out into the room.
Gabrielle immediately started to cry.
"Stop it!"
"Beautiful woman."
While making adjustments and taking notes, Susan asked. "Are you two sisters?"
"Best friends."
"It's always good to have family and friends present for this special moment."
Olivia sweetly nodded; she didn't invited Marie. Their relationship was still on the mend, but she didn't want anyone there who would sabotage or make her feel less than her worth, when deciding this dress. If she was paying for it, then she should have the final word. Since Marie had no financial stake, it wouldn't have worked out.
"Once I get it home, I'll show my mother. I want to enjoy this process."
"I'm sure she'll do better, but I can't take any risks, you know?"
"I'm going to call Fitz."
Olivia clicked the FaceTime logo under his name. Two rings later, he picked up.
"Hey."
"Hi, honey."
"I found the dress."
Fitz's eyes widened, "You did?"
"Mmhmm," she sniffled.
"Aw, baby. I wish I could be there. I know it sucks."
Olivia laughed, trying not to burst into tears. "I wouldn't let you. I want you to be surprised."
"But of course," Fitz agreed. "I'm going to be the happiest man on February 20th when you walk down the aisle, coming to me. Then, I can tell everyone, again, that I am in love with an incredible woman."
"Damn right."
"I love you, girl."
Olivia bought the phone closer, "Boy, you drive me wild. I love you too."
"When are you getting home? I'm whipping up grilled veggies and chicken, just for you."
"You're a gem," she stuffed her feet into her Uggs, "Five o'clock."
"Alrighty. Does Gabby want to come?"
"Nope," Olivia promptly stated. "I just want to be with you tonight."
Fitz couldn't help but laugh. "What a trip. See you in a bit."
Surprise! Hope you enjoyed all these little snippets... lots of stuff going on.
The wedding is next! xo