A fresh coat of snow had covered the ground, reminding Olivia of her time in Switzerland, which cultivated the plans of her ideal wedding. The sun hitting everything, creating a bright ambiance. Beautifully frozen outside, warm and cozy on the inside. She wanted a winter wonderland, and Fitz loved every part about it.
Six months of planning that went into overdrive once she got her ring resized, making the countdown very ery real. The finish line was in sight.
She was going to be Mrs. Fitzgerald Grant III. Whenever she had lulls of time during work, she'd discreetly practice writing her new last name for her signature. It looked pretty.
Olivia Grant had a nice ring to it.
So much had to be completed in the week leading up to the wedding. Deliveries coming to the house, confirming with Stefania, their event planner. The last dress fitting. The drawn-out process of legally changing her name. Maybe that could stall...she had some time.
Most importantly, she needed to finish writing her vows. She wanted something unique, with genuine words from her heart. To her, letting Fitz know, in front of others, how she felt was going to be the best part of the ceremony.
But in the midst of preparing, real life was still happening. Like Teddy's birthday. The actual date was a few days after the wedding and Olivia was concerned. Would he resent them for scaling back on a party because of the couple's special day? But after a lot of discussing, Fitz, Olivia, and Teddy made a compromise to celebrate with friends early, then a trio dinner later on.
After school, Olivia was in the kitchen, working on a chicken lasagna soup, hoping to have dinner mostly completed before Fitz arrived home, so they could have a relaxing evening. Teddy was playing on his Nintendo Switch, enjoying the quiet after finishing a small homework assignment.
Looking over to him, with a smile, Olivia asked, "T, what are your birthday plans? Did you come up with any ideas?"
Sitting on the edge of the island, swinging his legs back and forth, the boy contemplated. "I was thinking…since we already have a puppy, and we went to Vermont for Christmas, can I have a sleepover with some of my friends and my cousin? Maybe we can eat pizza and chicken nuggets and raspberry ginger ale and we can watch movies and oh! Daddy could make brunch? Teddy bear pancakes!"
Olivia had crossed to Teddy, tapping his nose with her index finger. "That sounds like a great idea. Let's talk to Daddy when he gets here."
"Thanks, Livia," he grinned, "You're so much fun."
Surprised, she raised her eyebrows. "I am?"
Teddy nodded his head excitedly, "Yup! Can you help me down?"
"Of course, baby."
Olivia lifted him off the island, and returned to her cooking. Following her to the stove, Teddy sweetly added, "You're like the cool Mom now. My friends think you're cool. Remember after Christmas break, when we got back to school, and you took us to get hot chocolate?"
"I do."
"Everyone thought that was so much fun."
While stirring the meal in the crockpot, Olivia sighed, "I hope to maintain my cool status at school."
Since January, she had taken one day off during the week to help at the elementary school, usually being in Teddy's class. She would stop by to assist, bring healthy, school-approved snacks, and stay abreast on the happenings at Lafayette. The other moms were very appreciated of her addition to the class rotations and were courting her to join the PTA.
Teddy responded with his classic Grant crooked smile, and touched her arm. "I think you will. They say, 'Teddy's new mom is coming!' It's fun when you visit our class."
It made her heart swell to hear that. She wanted her relationship with Teddy to continue to grow after she got married. Nothing forced. And by the looks of it, everything was going to work out just fine.
The constant battle of desiring an intimate wedding and making sure everyone was included was fucking hard, in Olivia's mind. Fitz almost deferred every decision to her, since he had already gone through this before, and wanted her to have everything she wanted.
She did not want a shower, but the new power duo of Gabrielle and Abby were not in favor of that. Keeping it simple, the ladies invited some of Olivia's inner circle to one of their favorite restaurants to celebrate the new chapter in her life. It was a small gathering and Olivia was grateful for all the love given to her. The staff at the Institute threw Fitz a bachelor lunch on Wednesday. Lots of balloons, hot toddies, and a catered buffet by Clyde's, a local chain, brought a casual and fun vibe to the office.
After all the running around, Olivia and Fitz barely had time to chill and focus on anything that was not connected to February 20th. If they could work the combination of eating, cuddling, and sleeping together, their evenings would be a success. Valentine's Day was a wash; just chocolate, a homemade dinner, a movie in the family room, and uninterrupted sex.
Fitz loosened his tie, falling on the bed, relieved to be resting and in good company. It was another late night at the office, and he was exhausted. "No wedding talk, please," he huffed.
"How about five minutes and then we'll be done?"
Olivia patted his leg, while batting her eyelashes; Fitz laughed, rubbing his tired eyes. "Sure, baby."
For three minutes and fifty-six seconds, she shared with him about the last minute details their week would hold.
"Stefania wants to know if you can visit the Omni Shoreham for one more walkthrough. Oh man, Abby told me Channels 4 and 9 mentioned us. And did you know we received three more packages, with bridal stuff? Like gifts and shit."
"Really?"
Olivia fluffed the four pillows before placing them against the headboard. "I kid you not. A thirty-second segment about local lawyer couple getting married this weekend in the City. Mentioning bits from your interview with James, how we met, a little bit about Teddy. Is that odd to you?"
"I don't know...I don't pay attention."
Taking Fitz's jacket, hanging it up on his side of the closet, she interjected, "Thank God they didn't mention where we're having our wedding. The wedding announcement. Shit! That was the one thing I gave my mother power to do. I didn't even think about reading it over."
"I don't think she would try to sabotage our wedding."
"Not if I can help it," Olivia strutted from the closet, pointing her finger at Fitz. "I should make a few calls. Ask Huck to get someone behind the scenes."
With wide eyes, Fitz implored, "Livvie, baby. We don't need Huck or any security. That's not necessary."
"I'm serious. I don't want this to become a thorn in our side, after we get married. There is whole row of engagement pictures on the Instagram page of Washington Life. When did we become of the City's couple? We're not millionaires or anything."
"Honey."
"James wasn't playing with promoting this. I'm in shock. How did we really say yes to this? I should have said no. I'd rather not have our marriage on display. I feel like we're under a microscope. The ladies at school? All they want to do is talk about my dress, and which important D.C. people are coming?"
The last month of their engagement was full of meetings, triple and quadruple checking the venues, food tastings, paperwork signing, along with receiving some publicity that was not needed. But with their deal with James Novak and other vendors, it had to be. They had to keep their word and that wasn't what Olivia anticipated.
"Olivia Carolyn. You can't play crisis manager on your own damn wedding!"
Stopping in her tracks, she rolled her eyes, stuck out her tongue, and took a sip of her wine.
"You went over your five minutes," Fitz informed, taking his time to put his hands behind his head, playfully biting his lip, soaking in the moment. "So now, the floor is mine. Did you have a good day?"
"Yes."
"Did you take the day off for tomorrow?"
Olivia hurried to her vanity, avoiding his question. "I'm going in to sign a few contracts. And then that's it. I'll be out by 11."
"Livia…"
"Mister, I'm being good. We made an agreement to not bring any work for two weeks. I'm keeping my promises. I am leaving it all at the office. I'll lock the door if need be. Well, Harrison and Abby will need to get in there. But still!"
Olivia thought for a moment; it would be such a challenge to follow through with this. The first time in several years, she was going to shut everything down. She rarely took vacations, and the recollection of not working at all was faint. "Damn, this is going to be a bitch. I just want to make sure everything is just right."
Fitz gently reminded, "It will be worth it."
"I can't believe in a few days, we'll be married."
"I can't wait."
Smiling to herself, Olivia thought about how everything in her life would reset. Everything would be new. It'd be the same, because they had been together for eighteen months, but still a new page would turn, and she could officially reap the benefits of being with Fitz.
She wiped off her makeup, taking off her earrings. "Oh, no. When was the last time we slept in different beds?"
"A long time."
"You know we don't sleep well if we're not with each other," she said, matter-of-factly. "How about I sneak into your room tomorrow night?"
Fitz offered, "As much as I would love that, having you sleeping on me, making sure I stay on my side, this is all on you. You wanted a traditionally modern ceremony. And I'm not going back on what you said."
Letting out a loud groan, Olivia had to complain, "Ugh, this is not fun. I don't know why I agreed to all of this."
"All of what?"
She popped up from her chair, and walked to the door, only to pivot sharply back to her starting point. "The planning, the extra-ness! Everytime people see me, they want to talk about the wedding. I need to pick up the license tomorrow. Ugh, and my Mom is still not respecting my wishes to stay out of my business. She texts me things and I had to mute her ass. Isn't that awful? She should be the one person I want to have in my corner at all times. Maybe it's not too late to hire an assistant. Would it be selfish of me to just go to the courthouse and just have a party afterwards?"
Fitz didn't answer. He could sense her anxiety. Whenever she felt out of control, there were rushed sentences, the running shoes appeared, or she'd pace in circles. And that's what she was doing, creating a path on the carpet floor.
"Livvie," he called softly, getting off the mattress, and walking to the middle of the room.
Her shoulders dropped when he pulled her into him; her ass pressing into his groin. The breathy sigh. That's when he knew she felt safe.
Fitz put his right hand over her chest, one of his favorite places, while his left covered her stomach, confident a new someone would be growing inside one day. Almost thinking she wouldn't approve, he smiled when her petite hands tickled his own. Olivia softened under his touch.
"You're not alone. You are going to be great," he mumbled in between intentional kisses on her neck, one of her tender spots. "Breathe, honey. Can you do that for me? I know this isn't easy. But you're doing a great job. A few more days and everything will be back to normal. Trust me."
Olivia inhaled and exhaled three times, leaning back slightly, hoping Fitz would continue to kiss her. "I know. I just need this. One minute."
"You do," he continued to press his lips on her skin.
He sang a few lines of a tune they'd be using in the wedding, and he could feel her whole body smile. "I can hardly wait to hold you, feel my arms around you, how long I have waited," he soflty crooned, pausing to kiss her shoulder. "Waited just to love you now that I have found you..."
Olivia blushed, "Oh, boy."
"I know," he answered. "Won't that be fun?"
As Fitz swayed with his favorite girl, taking all the time she needed, he had an idea.
"Hey, can you start Teddy duty? I have to finish something in the office."
"Sure."
Twenty-five minutes later, Olivia walked into their bedroom. She knew Fitz had come upstairs, because she heard him whistle, while she read Teddy's favorite bedtime story. But she could not find him.
"What are you up to?"
Fitz appeared, with a big smirk.
"Come."
She followed him into the bathroom. When she saw the new appearance of the room, she sighed. A candle was lit. The tub was filled with bubbles. She smiled after dipping her hand in the water. The temperature was just how she liked it.
"Fitz…"
He kissed her forehead, rubbing her arms. "Give yourself all the time you need. I'm going to say goodnight to Teddy and I'll stop by in a few."
After tucking Teddy in, Fitz changed into a simple grey T-shirt and flannel pants. When he returned to Olivia, her eyes were closed, soaking up all the therapeutic goodness.
"Hi.
Bubbles covering her everywhere, she turned to Fitz, grinning blissfully. "Hi. You didn't want to come in with me? It's still hot."
"This is all you, baby." Fitz pulled up a chair and sat beside her.
"Hey," she offered her hand. "Thank you. You're an angel."
"No, you are."
They talked for a little while, random things, just shooting the breeze.
"Whenever you're ready, use this."
Olivia was surprised to see her robe hanging on the door, "Aww, you warmed it up for me?"
"No one likes to come out of a bath shivering."
Olivia met him on the bed, all wrapped up in her cozy white terry cloth robe. Fitz admired her refreshed look. She needed this badly.
"Feel good?"
"Yes. Thank you."
Fitz massaged her hand, when something caught his eye.
"I love your curls."
"Why, thank you, for loving my curls."
Fitz asked hesitantly, "May I?"
Already back at the vanity, Olivia retrieved a few items. "Sure. You know I give your permission to touch my hair. Take this."
Fitz received the wide tooth comb and bottle that held Olivia's favorite styling cream. It was becoming his new hobby — combing her hair. After watching her for months, he remembered the process of how she maintained her glorious crown. Part in sections, rub the fluffy mousse in his hands, softly run his coated fingers through her hair, then gently use the comb, from the bottom up, to detangle and lightly straighten her curls. It wasn't much but she loved when he did it. Not that she didn't like doing her own hair, but she always took pleasure in someone else taking care of the maintenance. She hummed while he massaged her scalp. It was great to watch her relax, and mentally zone out while he took care of her.
He kissed the back of her neck. "I love you."
"Love you."
Once her hair was fully moisturized to the level of how she preferred, Fitz asked, "May I have your Bobby pins—?"
Olivia patted his knee, finally rising from the comforting seat between his legs. "I got it, it will be quick."
He watched as she part her hair again into four sections, twirling the ends, making eight mini-buns — she called them Bantu knots. Livvie was particular about anything related to her hair. Whether she kept it curly, short, long, used extensions or a wig, she didn't play!
"Yeah," he smirked, relaxing, "I would have failed. Not there yet."
Hearing her laugh was worth every minute.
"Maybe I'll buy you a doll and you can practice on her first."
"That would be cool."
"You wanna use my lotion?"
Fitz scooted off the bed again, "I may not be able to finish after what I see."
"Fine," she teased, waving the bottle, "I'll take care of it."
He playfully snatched it away. "Lie down, baby."
Olivia followed directions, taking a deep breath. She waited for Fitz to gentle pull away the robe. When he did, he found her only in a pair of black panties. The exact pair that always made him lose his shit.
Giving him a "come hither" glance, she asked, "Whatcha waiting for?"
Fitz rubbed his hands together for warmth, then squeezed a good amount of lotion into his palm. On purpose, he went slow, allowing the creamy lotion to seep into Olivia's skin. As well as giving her a semi-deep tissue massage. Hearing her moan, while her eyes were closed, was just what he wanted.
"How's that feel?"
"Mmhmm."
Olivia hazily opened her eyes. Fitz winked, then kissed her stomach.
"Love you."
"I love you. Thank you for all of this. I see you're excited," she pointed towards Fitz's bulge, which was straining against his pajama pants.
Fitz inched away, while still working on her arm. "Focus."
"How about I help you with that?"
"This is about you."
"Fitzy Baby…"
He rolled his eyes, feeling Olivia's big toe nudging at the waistband of his pajama pants.
"No, thank you. All done."
With a mischievous smirk, Olivia stated, "Fitzy. I have no clothes and you're fully dressed. Just take it off. This too."
"I just put it on."
Fitz received a sassy glare from his wife-to-be.
"Bossy Pope."
As he lowkey grunted, he removed his shirt and pajama pants. Olivia bit her lip, trying to contain her excitement. As she observed him walk around naked, her hand found its way to her breast, tenderly massaging her nipple. "Damn. You're hot."
"Liv…"
"I mean it. I'm telling you again."
She watched him shake his head, being a little bashful, but still accepting her kind, meaningful words.
"You sure have a way of making me feel good about myself."
"Good," she replied, patting her hand on the bed.
Their eyes met, full of smoky lust. No point in denying each other now, when they were in their sanctuary, safe, vulnerable, and in a particular mood.
"Come to me."
"Why?"
"I promise, it won't take long. You need to relax too. You work so hard, baby. Just come here. Let's…"
Fitz moved like a big cat, pouncing on top of Olivia, a chuckle caught in his throat, as she hooked her arm around his neck, while rubbing her hand on his hairy chest.
"I knew you'd get my drift, my strong and gentle man."
Olivia lifted her head to kiss Fitz. Their kisses were so lush, melting into each other.
"Shall I slip your panties off so I don't destroy them? Anytime you wear them, they fuck me up."
"You may," she agreed. Gently pressing her two fingers on his lips, stopping him. "Wait."
Fitz ran his hand through his hair, "What?"
"Wait. Did you lock the door?"
She could never let that one go. Ever since Christmas time. It was their running joke. Without pausing, he gave her a playful bite on her neck, "Yes, dear…"
The decision to have the wedding on a Friday night was becoming a trend in the area. A little cheaper than on the true weekend, and then it gave those visiting an extra day to enjoy the area.
On Thursday, everything went well without a hitch. At the church, the pastor gave Olivia and Fitz encouragement, helping them along through the order of service, and gave them a blessing before they left for their wedding rehearsal dinner. With only ten friends attending, it was the break they needed. Through the magic of Airbnb, they rented a small house in Virginia, overlooking the Potomac River.
Olivia wanted the theme to be casual, so after setting up the table, she changed into a different outift. When the guests arrived, she came downstairs in a grey t-shirt, black jeans with holes, black booties, and a white leather jacket. Wanting to spice things up, she chose vampy red lipstick, and style her hair in loose beachy waves.
Fitz met her at the foot of the stairs, rocking a grey suit and light blue dress shirt. They looked so cute together.
The food was excellent, the drinks flowing, with music blasting. On a cold February night, the party was carefree. Just what they wanted. If anyone wanted to step outside on the deck, to see the view of Georgetown, everything lit up, they could.
"We would like to thank you all for celebrating with us. It means so much," Fitz stated, lifting his flute, with his free arm, wrapped around Olivia's waist.
"To Fitz and Liv!"
After two hours of laughs, story telling, dancing, and cleaning, it was time to say goodnight. Fitz's best man, Ashton, was the DD and had the SUV ready to take Fitz and the other guys back to the house in Chevy Chase, while the rental was being used for the ladies.
Olivia and Fitz stepped outside, to have a little bit of privacy. They hugged, along with one long parting kiss.
"I'll see you tomorrow."
With a quick nod, Olivia said, "Okay."
Looking into her eyes and holding her tight, Fitz replied, "Call me if you need anything."
"No," she kissed his cheek. "You call me if something comes up. If you can't sleep. Just text me."
He laughed, "You've been turning your phone off lately. I notice."
"I'll keep it on. Just for you."
Olivia tugged on his peacoat. "Go, the guys are waiting and it's getting cold. I don't want you to get sick."
"Fine," he feigned offense, before kissing her once more, but with more intensity, leaving her breathless. "See ya."
Somewhat regretting her decision to shoo him off so quickly, she waved, whispering, "Bye."
"Rise and shine!"
Abby Whelan's high pitched voice rang strong in Olivia's ears as she floated into the room, singing. Opening one eye, she saw her friend, grinning from ear to ear, hair up in big curlers, slapping her hand on the bed.
"What?"
"Come on, girl. It's your special day!"
Olivia grabbed her phone, checking the time. Loudly clicking her tongue, she said, "Nope!"
"Liv!"
"How did Gabrielle give you access to my room? I'm going to get her. It's ten o'clock. My wedding is not until six in the evening. Leave me the fuck alone," she rolled on her stomach, covering her pillow over her head.
"Why?"
"Abigail. I have the power to remove you from my inner circle, and you'll watch the ceremony from the back pew seat, instead of to the right of me, woman."
Olivia wasn't playing games; she needed her beauty sleep. Abby was treading on thin ice. There was no way in hell she was going to not enjoy her morning off.
Abby reclined in the oversized chair in the corner.
"I'm so happy for you. You deserve all of this."
"Thank you," Olivia mumbled.
Abby checked her phone, for the several text messages. "Harrison said—"
"Aht! No work talk."
"I'm not," she teased. "Harrison said Fitz is like a nervous puppy. Excited and wants to know if you're okay."
Olivia sat up, thankful that her silk bonnet stayed on. She kept twisting and turning all night. It was true; she didn't sleep well if she didn't have Fitz next to her. "He could always call me."
Abby shook her head. "He's a proud man. He doesn't want to admit these things to you. He doesn't want to worry."
"If he's really concerned, he'll contact me."
And with that, Olivia fell back onto all the big pillows, and tried to get more sleep.
Meanwhile back in Chevy Chase, it was a different story.
Sleepyhead Fitz wanted to relax, but he couldn't. So many butterflies rumbling in his stomach, it was hard to sit still. It had been so long long since they didn't spend the night in the same bed, or brewing the other's morning coffee or tea, it caused a ruckus in their systems. Especially Fitz. He had returned to bed, after breakfast, back to the place where he slept, on the right side — her side, obviously — and wondering how she did. He didn't want to start the conversation, but he wanted to know. It was ridiculous how smitten he was of her.
Almost like that first night, when they met, and he was anxious to text her, wanting to talk as soon as possible.
To his excitement, Olivia texted him first.
Hi.
Smiling wide, he replied.
Hi.
Can you talk?
Sure thing.
Five seconds later, her name lit up his screen.
"Good morning."
"Good morning."
"What's up," he asked, still with a little frog in his throat.
"I'm nervous."
"Me too."
"But you've done this before," she chuckled.
"You weren't the bride."
"Touché."
Fitz decided to switch gears. "Did you have breakfast?"
"Not yet. Just coffee. You?"
"I did. The guys whipped up a spread."
"Abby is setting up some brunch situation. I don't really care. I just want to see you."
Fitz's heart skipped a beat. "Me too. I love you."
"I love you too."
Later that day, they had the same kind of discussion, but they were in different section upstairs in the church. An energetic surge was filling the halls. Stefania and her team were moving back and forth, making sure all stations were coordinated and on time. The photographer and her second shooter, were taking detailed shots and behind the scenes.
"You look amazing," Gabrielle stated, giving her best friend a hug.
Olivia kissed her cheek, thanking her. "I couldn't have done this without you."
The ladies posed for a few pictures, before returning to get ready.
Her phone rang. It was Fitz this time.
"Hi, baby. You okay?"
"Yes. How about you?"
"Sort of. I'm glad you called," her voice trembled a litlte bit. "I just wanted to hear your voice."
Fitz became concerned, "What's going on?"
"This is really happening. It's fucking overwhelming."
"I know," he agreed, leaning against the wall. "I hope you're taking in everything. I don't want you to forget."
Olivia took a tissue to dab at the corner of her eyes. "Tell me something funny."
Fitz paused, then asked, "What are you wearing?"
"My dress," she answered, unsure of his line of questioning.
"May I see?"
Olivia burst into nervous giggles, "Stop it! You knew damn well I was going to say no."
"But you wanted me to say something funny."
"You right, you right."
Fitz moved to the corner of the room, where it was less busy. "I can't wait to see you."
He heard her breathe deeply.
"Livvie?"
"My makeup looks great. My hair is set perfectly. If you make me cry before I see you, making sure I don't look as good as I want, I will kick your ass, Grant."
Looking up, he cleverly responded, "My ass is always ready to be kicked by you, Pope."
"Haha, threatening me by my maiden name, for the last time."
"I know. I didn't think you'd want to change your name."
Olivia turned to the long mirror, noticing the detailing in her gown, to somewhat distract herself from getting too emotional. "I'm okay with it. I have no problem with it."
"Liv?"
"Yes?"
"I love you."
"Love you so much."
Fitz nodded at the planner, who was giving him the cue to move along. "Ugh, I need to go. The photographer is coming back."
"See you in a few."
"Alrighty."
In one hour, he'd be waiting at the end of the aisle, to see her in all her beauty. To proclaim, again, that he loved her with all his heart. The doubt and heartache from his past subsided. It didn't matter anymore. He knew she was the one. That was the truth.
The sanctuary was filled with their loved ones and friends. Roses framing the pulpit and the stage, along with a request from Olivia's: a few artificial trees that had red flowers. She wanted a romantic, winter wonderland theme. Modern connecting with tradition.
Fitz and his men strutted down the aisle, to meet the pastor. Looking extremely handsome in a black tuxedo. He caught the eye of his father, who beamed back, so very proud of him.
Then, his best boy turned the corner. Of course, as the ring bearer. When they asked him on New Year's, Teddy thought it was the greatest honor ever. With enthusiasm, he would tell anyone who would listen, "I'm going to be in the wedding party for my parents! I'm the ring bearer. I'm going to hold a silk pillow and make sure their rings are safe!"
Sporting a new haircut, he marched down the aisle in his adorable tuxedo, matching his father's, with a fancy silk bowtie. Everyone cheered.
When he arrived at the front, Fitz greeted his son, "Hi, baby."
Teddy winked at his father, smiling with cheeks so full. "Hi, Daddy! Time to get married… Finally!"
Meanwhile, at the back of the sanctuary, around the corner, Olivia was taking deep breaths, while her parents were at her side.
"This is your day, Livvie. Don't let anyone take that away from you," Eli said, kissing her forehead.
Marie took Olivia's hand, squeezing it tight.
"You are so beautiful."
"Thank you, Mama."
"Enjoy every minute. We are very proud of you."
Stefania asked if they were ready. The Popes watched Olivia nod.
After receiving the cue, the organist changed her music, and the wedding march began.
The guests rose.
Fitz kept his eyes trained on the door.
Then, he saw her. His breath hitched, and was thanking God, the universe, and his lucky stars, of his dream coming to him.
With her father by her side, Olivia gracefully approached the front of the room. Her dress was so becoming, so her; it was an off-the-shoulder gown, very ballerina-esque. The bodice acentuated her slim frame, and then the flowy, voluminous skirt, added drama. When Olivia saw the dress, she loved how elegant it was, but also gave so much, no one could look away. Opting to continue the dancer look, she asked for a sleek top bun. The stylist added a few jeweled barrettes on the side, adding some sparkle.
She felt like a princess.
Fitz was so proud, so in love, so happy, she was on her way to him.
Her eyes began to well with tears when her eyes found him. Her handsome prince, standing so tall, with a rose tucked in his left lapel.
"Hi," they said to each other, when they met each other in the front.
Turning to his future father-in law, Fitz promised, "I will take good care of her, Mr. Pope."
"It's Eli," he joked, and shaking Fitz's hand, he added, "I know you will."
"Please be seated," the pastor greeted. "We are gathered today to witness the union of two souls... Love. That is the main virtue that has brought these two people together."
The ceremony wasn't too long. Fitz asked the pastor to include a few quotes and Scriptures that he found to be appropriate.
Then, it was time for their vows.
Receiving the note from Gabrielle, Olivia went first.
My sweet Fitz,
You complete me.
It took me a while to understand how this could be a wonderful thing, but you helped me figure it out. You're so patient and full of love. You challenge me to be myself and be a better person. You're everything I've ever wanted. You are my dream come true. I can't imagine life without you. I love you and Teddy so much. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for choosing me. I am thrilled to continue the rest of our days together.
I love you,
Your Livvie
With tears streaming down her face, she looked at Fitz, who was more than ready to share with he had on his heart.
Livvie,
When I met you, I knew you'd be a part of my life. I knew I fell in love. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for allowing me to realize that I can love again. Thank you for being a wonderful mother to our son. Your strength and patience keeps me going. You own me and my heart. I will love you forever. You are my love, my soulmate, my everything.
I love you,
Fitz
The whole room applauded. The pastor smiled at them, approving of the intimate, meaningful statements of love they created for each other.
"I don't think there is more to say. It is now time to exchange the rings. Teddy, please come forward."
Olivia's cheeks rose as he walked to them. He gave them the respective rings.
"Thank you, baby," she replied, blowing a kiss to Teddy, whose cheeks turned extra red, so quickly.
"With this ring…"
"I thee wed."
The exchange was simple, and so powerful. Their eyes met, communicating in ways no one could recognize. Their souls were joining as one.
"By the powers vested in me, I pronounce you husband and wife. Fitzgerald, You may kiss your bride."
The witnesses cheered as Fitz dipped Olivia, engaging in the most precious, sacred kiss.
"May I present to you, Mr. and Mrs. Fitzgerald Grant III!"
Facing the people they wanted to be present for this, the Grants walked to the end of the aisle, smiling, and saying "hello".
They rushed to a side hall. Olivia began to laugh. Fitz joined her, just elated, that they made it.
"I can't believe it. We're married!"
Fitz cupped her face with his hands, "Yes, we are, baby. You look… so beautiful."
Catching her breath, overwhlemed, she requested, "Kiss me, for real this time."
Olivia rubbed Fitz's jaw as they kissed, giggling as they came up for air, just ignoring everything around them.
"Oh, I'm sorry!"
Stefania had entered the room. Olivia didn't care who was watching, she was kissing her husband. Seeing that lipstick was on his cheeks and lips, she used her thumb to rub some of it away.
"Hi, Stefania! Is everything okay?"
"We need to take pictures."
Fitz took Olivia's hand so they could follow their leader. "Absolutely!"
Bethany, their photographer for Vermont, had wonderfully made the trip down to the District. Her style was breathtaking and ideal for what Olivia wanted in their photos. First, the set with their family: The Popes, Gerry, and Teddy. Then, with their wedding party. Finally, a few of them in the from of the altar.
Thirty minutes later, they were at the reception venue: The Omni Shoreham Hotel. When they walked into the ballroom, Olivia began to cry. Fitz rubbed her back, hoping everything was okay.
"It's so beautiful. This is exactly what I wanted!" She rushed to hug Stefania.
Another round of pictures with just the two of them, looking so elegant. A number of playful shots were included, and then of course, all of the pictures with Teddy. He was such a photogenic child, there weren't any duds.
Olivia went to change her dress; a gown that was more form-fitting but still breathable, and could move while she danced and socialized.
Standing outside the doors, the Grants took everything in. Fitz kissed the back of her neck, while Olivia pressed her hand on his face.
"You ready, Grant?"
"Always," she looked up to his smiling face.
The deejay began his introductions, announcing everyone in the wedding party, and then, exclaiming, "And now for the first time. Presenting Mr. and Mrs. Grant!"
As their favorite new upbeat song played, Olivia and Fitz two stepped in the room.
Dinner was served, and all the choices they made, were a hit with their guests. Throughout the evening, the Grants were able to see everyone, and receive their well-wishes.
"The groom would like to say a few words."
Fitz took the microphone and stood in the middle of the room. "Good evening, everyone! We want to thank you all for attending our special day. It means so much to us. I want to thank a special someone who has been a blessig to us. To my baby boy, Theodore, you all know him as Teddy, I want to thank you especially for being extra patient with us. You didn't complain, you tolerated all our busy evenings. And you kept us going when we got stressed. I love you!"
Teddy ran from his seat to greet Fitz. After they hugged, he asked for the mic.
"Hi, guys. I don't know everyone, but I want you to know that I love my Daddy and my new Mommy Liv!"
Everyone in the room collectively "aww"-ed. Olivia met with the boys, giving both of them kisses.
"The first dance..."
Fitz extended his hand, and Olivia smoothly moved into his arms. The slow piano melody started, and the vocals entered, the words were all the more powerful. So relevant to who they were as a couple .
You've got the look of love
It's on your face
A look that time can't erase
Be mine tonight
Let this be just the start
Of so many nights like this
Let's take a lover's vow
And then seal it with a kiss
"Oh my God," she whispered as they swayed. "This is so us."
Fitz kissed her forehead, "It's perfect. I knew you'd be mine. You have my heart, sweet baby."
As the song faded, he dipped Olivia into a perfect layout. When he eased her back to standing, she placed a bold kiss on his lips. Lots of "ooh's" and "ahhs".
Olivia did not want to get cake in her face, so she opted for cupcakes as the dessert. Fitz knew he'd get his ass kicked if he even tried to get any of the sweet treat near her face.
It was time for the party to begin. When the call to the dance floor happened, almost everyone migrated. Including the newlyweds. Olivia wanted a true DC party, so several gogo songs were played, along with classic R&B, some top 40, and fun requests.
Wisely, Olivia switched her fancy heels for sparkly Toms. Fitz removed his tie and rolled up his sleeves. Whenever an upbeat song came on, he didn't hesitate to join in the fun. He was moving back and forth, having a grand time dancing. For someone who didn't seem like a pro, he was able to keep up.
At certain points, he was in the middle of the dance circles, moving with Teddy, and others. Off to the side, Olivia smirked, taking sips of his wine.
"I didn't know your husband could move like that!"
Highkey amused, she answered, "He always surprises me."
The mode shifted, and the bride was plenty ready to go. Batting her eyelashes, she gave her new husband the sign.
And soon after, it was time to send the couple off. Most of the group followed the Grants as they walked outside, briskly moving towards the car. After kissing Teddy goodnight, and thanking more guests, and their parents, Olivia and Fitz finally got in the car.
Abby waved and exclaimed, "Have fun fucking your man!"
Everyone roared in laughter. As Olivia shook her head, lovingly lifting her middle finger, she mouthed, "I'm going to get you back."
The car ride to the house was quiet; Olivia resting her head on Fitz, just taking in everything that happened. The night was perfect and there was still more involved. Knowing Teddy was safe and sound at his best friend's house, while Gigi was cozy at Olivia's parents' house, the Grants could re-christen their home, in all the delicious ways.
Fitz took Olivia's fur coat, while she left to change. A few minutes later, she greeted him in the kitchen, in her robe, with a silk camisole underneath, with lace bordering her cleavage.
"Fuck. You really know how to make me go wild."
Beveling her foot, Olivia reminded him, "I've been learning from the best. Shall we get started?"
Fitz clasped his hands together, "Fuck yeah!"
Starting in the kitchen. Olivia poured a glass of champagne.
"To us."
"To us, my sweet baby."
They both took a long sip of the tart beverage, relishing this moment. Ts she tapped her newly adorned finger on the flute, Olivia stepped even closer to Fitz, bringing her mouth to his. Wordlessly following her lead, their tongues passing the barriers of lips. The prim and proper kisses they exchanged in front of everyone, went out the window.
She smirked, "Ooh. I love how you taste, husband."
"Ditto, wife."
"You still hungry?"
"Yeah."
Olivia moved out of Fitz's reach, sauntering in the kitchen, opening the refrigerator door. "What do you want? I can warm something up."
Moving swiftly so that he was behind her already, he palmed her ass, lowly growling, "You. We got all weekend to feast."
Olivia, immensely enjoying Fitz's wordplay, removed the glass from his hand, now joining her flute on the counter, and pulled him into her. There was no space for anyone, not even the Holy Ghost, to interrupt what they were going to do. Their heads slightly angled, for their lips to meet, noses to touch. Greedy hands ready to hold on to whatever they could find.
"Couch or bedroom?"
Olivia pulled out the bobby pins, allowing her hair to fall. "Take me upstairs, honey."
After scooping her into his arms, the newlyweds ascended to their room. Gently laying Olivia down on the bed, Fitz quickly disrobed.
"I made a playlist."
"Turn it on, baby," he encouraged, joining her in bed.
Laying on their sides, they moved close, so happy they were reunited; skin touching, exchanging warmth. After their playful kisses moved into passionate ones, with their breaths catching, hips arching, moans becoming louder. Olivia's nails slightly digging into his freckled back, then she squealed, as he pulled back to align himself with her core. Teasing her clit and opening with his thick tip, he enjoyed seeing her get more excited and wet. She was becoming impatient and he loved it.
"Ready, Livvie?"
"Uh huh."
Olivia held her breath until he finally made his way inside of her, filling her up deliciously.
"Yes," she exhaled, getting situated.
They started slow, eyes trained on each other, which was a quick path to getting there. Her hips rolled, in time with the music playing in the background. Olivia selected songs they had heard on dates, or reminded her of them. Slow and tantalizing, extra sexy, encouraging them to do what their bodies desired.
Fitz couldn't resist having his lips on Olivia's body. After spending his time on her lips, he gave her bosom quality time, lightly pulling and biting, and sucking, doing whatever she loved. Reaching down to make slow circles on her swollen clit, while pumping into her, causing her to shake. On the flip side, Mrs. Grant made it her mission to give Fitz the best sex of his life. Pulling his hair, sucking on his ears, so they would turn beet red; letting him know how she loved everything about him, including the reminders of how how big and wonderful he was. Touching him in all the right places, and matching his powerful thrusts. His loud moans in her ear, feeling him holding her tight, prompting him to lift her hands over her head.
Their pace quickened; as he eased out of her to realign, Fitz pressed her stubborn thigh down, gripping the beautiful flesh.
"Ooh, that's cold!"
He began to lift his hand, finding where he offended her. Then, he realized it was his ring. "Sorry. Should I take it off?"
Olivia smiled, keeping his hand on her leg; "No, keep it on. I love it. You look extra sexy, with only your ring. It's going to let everyone know that you're taken. By me."
Lightly pressing his nose on her jawline, he answered, "Absolutely, Mrs. Grant."
Three intense orgasms later, they were finally spent, sweat drenching their brows, in each other's arms, they revealed their favorite moments of the evening.
Fitz whispered, "Seeing you for the first time."
"Telling you 'I love you'."
Sheepishly, he added, "This."
"Fucking me?"
Olivia gave him a raspberry, before he tickled her, flipping her over.
"Woman! Consummating our marriage."
They laughed for a full minute, feeling so relieved.
"You're my husband," she whispered, voice cracking slightly, as she held on to Fitz, keeping her head on his chest.
Fitz tucked away some of the hair that got in her face, sticking to her skin, then brushing his fingers on her back, "I am, beautiful one. Always. I love you."
"I love you."
Their first night as husband and wife was a success and one to remember. They were looking forward to this new adventure and they promised to keep all their memories safe in their hearts.
"I found the one in whom my soul loves." - Song of Solomon 3:4
We made it! Olivia and Fitz married. I hope it was worth the wait. I wanted it to be perfect.
You know I had to include the theme song of this story - "The Look of Love" by Sergio Mendes and Brasil '66.
Thank you for reading and supporting this fic.
xo