Planner fully marked, documents typed, phone charged, agendas set, and lipstick restocked.

Making the assumption that everything in life would slow down and ease up after the court date, was a lie Olivia kept telling herself.

Her schedule was jam-packed. More than usual and she was deliberatly juggling every commitment. Finishing the end of Teddy's school year strong with all the homework, cute-as-a-button assemblies, and picnics. One of her goals? Doing more to get close with her parents again, which included dinners and high tea. Thankfully, they were successful. Another thing scratched off the to-do list. She was invited to speak at two conferences in the area, and that was a blessing.

For the rest of the month and the first two weeks of June, Olivia was commuting to and from New York for meetings with two major clients. The amount of time to focus on these cases was overwhelming, but to her, thrilling. It felt great to be back in the saddle. Olivia received a call to work with a business owner, who was going through a messy breakup with her long-term celebrity boyfriend. The new client needed a brand makeover, to be her own person. Thanks to Olivia's precise leadership and magic touch, the team was on a roll.

Even with the distance, the trip was giving her some flexibility — to look at big picture stuff and determine where the firm was going next. While the team managed details, Olivia could slip out sometimes trek back home. The pattern would be as such — four days away, a day or two back home, and then a travel day. For three weeks. It was tough. If she had her way, she could be a kickass PR guru, but still indulge in the comforts of being in her bed, relax with Fitz and Teddy, see her Gigi, not eat hotel meals or overpriced appetizers.

At times, Teddy would have difficulty accepting she'd be gone for a stretch. It was something she'd always worried, but he was a trooper. And then, she needed quality time with Fitz. She was determined to "see" him as much as possible. That usually meant daily phone calls or a FaceTime session around 7:30 or 8 o'clock, once all had calmed down for the night.

Olivia initiated the call, while sitting on the balcony at the hotel, giving herself a moment to check her appearance; it didn't matter where she was in the country, she always wanted to look "cute" for her Fitzy.

The screen split and he appeared. She gasped, while her cheeks lifted. "Hey, baby!"

"Hi!"

Seeing Fitz's precious face after work brought a serenity that she constantly required.

With a big smile, he asked, "Don't you look so nice and beautiful this evening?"

Olivia's cheeks rose again, feeling warm all over. "Aw, thank you. How's my handsome man and how was your day?"

"I'm fine," he replied, winking. "Today was a light workday, got almost everything done before I switched to Nurse Fitz."

"How is he?"

The day after Olivia left, Teddy got sick. A stomach bug passed through the gymnastics class he was enrolled in. Reading about it in the group text with the other moms, she was hoping he wouldn't catch it, but the inevitable happened since the most of the kids were close. She felt horrible for leaving Fitz to take care of Teddy for several days at home, but he didn't think anything of it.

"Lots of cleaning up. We're working on trusting your instincts. As soon as you feel it, get to the toilet or trash can. He keeps missing both the toilet and the trash can, so I gotta be creative," Fitz explained, using his hands.

"Oh, no!"

"Yeah. But he's napping now."

"Why now? It's so late."

"Livvie," Fitz reminded, "he was up all night. There's no point with keeping him on a schedule. Finally got some liquid down, he's in bed. The lavender diffuser is helping him relax."

"Wait," she halted, narrowing her eyes, getting closer to the screen, and lowered her voice. "Which one?"

"Ours."

"Fitz!"

Olivia should have known about the location. It seemed only fair to snuggle in the big bed.

"It will be fine. If anything happens, I'll be right there. A basket is on your side."

"My side?!"

Fitz smirked, "Yeah. You know he always leans towards your side when he sleeps in there."

"Ooh, I'm going to get you, Grant."

"I've handled throwup in bed before. Grade A pro, five and a half years and counting, taking care of my boy. I'll make sure the sheets are all fresh when you get back. You won't even know. Oh wait, you do now."

Olivia slipped her middle finger into view, which made Fitz burst into a laughing fit.

"You're such a Mama!"

As she dipped her french fries into a mini ketchup cup, she retorted, "I'm a concerned citizen."

"You're a concerned Mama. It's becoming more apparent how natural you're at this."

"What can I say? I love my baby."

"I'm so glad you do."

"You know what I could go for?"

"What?"

"Breakfast food, in bed. Homemade food. And a fucking massage."

Fitz responded at a glacier pace; Olivia rolled her eyes.

"The morning you're back, I'll whip up all your favorites. Fluffy blueberry pancakes, hash browns, just how you like them. Pineapples on the side. Warm maple syrup."

The sound of hearing about the perfect meal made Olivia sigh. "You remembered?"

Fitz scrunched his nose, "Of course! And a massage is definitely on the horizon. How are you feeling?"

By the time he asked, Olivia was back inside, resting in bed. Propping the larger pillow behind her back, she answered, "Tired. but we're making moves. Almost settling on one deal. So, you better have that spread prepared tomorrow morning."

"Livvie."

"It's fine, honey. I'm going to take a quick nap, and then get on the train. Then, I'll uber home."

"You should stay there until you're done with this trip. It feels like a waste going up and down 95."

Olivia was ready to clap back, but instead, she abruptly pursed her lips. Lately, Fitz had been more vocal about the increased traveling, but she never wanted to hear about his concern, especially when she thought she was making a prudent decision. The staredown began. He knew she needed her rest. She understood he was looking out. But he also knew she wasn't going to back down.

"What?"

"You're kidding, right?"

"Liv."

"Fitz, you know I'm not staying here. Bags already packed and I'd be doing nothing, with no place to stay."

"I'll call the hotel."

Olivia made a disapproving face and shushed him. "I'm coming home! Because I want to see you. It's hard not being with you every day, hearing about what you're up to. I'm sorry, but a screen can't make up for it. I miss you."

She could see his eyebrows rise and the harsh lines on his forehead soften.

"Baby."

"I need a few days off. The team has it covered."

With a sigh, he nodded. Pressing his chin on his hand, he said, "I wish you'd take a breather."

"I know. Things will change. I'll be fine, Honey."

Olivia reassured Fitz everything would be alright.

"Oh, Liv. You always know how to convince a man that your way is right."

"Most of the time," she interjected, looking extra mischievous. "You really thought you were going to deny me the chance to see my favorite boys?"

Olivia blew a kiss and Fitz mirrored the gesture.

"I love you."

"Love you."

Always in sync.

"See? In twelve hours, I'll be in your arms, saying 'I love you' so many times, you'll get tired of it."

Fitz moved close to the screen, softly replying. "I could never get tired of hearing you saying those words to me."

"Daddy…"

Looking at the doorway, Fitz pushed the chair back and smiled. "C'mere, buddy boy. Look who called us?"

Teddy crawled into his lap, still very tired, and whimpering; but his mood changed when he saw Olivia waving.

"Hiya!"

With his toothy smile and sleepy eyes on display, the little brunette answered back, "Hi...I miss youuuuu."

"I know, lovey. I miss you so much."

Teddy's bottom lip poked out, while his head was comfortably resting on Fitz's chest. Olivia's shoulders sank; her boy looked so pitiful, and there wasn't anything she could do.

"What's wrong, baby?"

They let Teddy shed some tears, before he answered.

"I'm sleeping on your side because my tummy hurts. It sucks! I wanted to eat pizza that Daddy made but it will make my tummy mad and I'm hungry!"

"Did you eat the toast Daddy made you?"

"Mmhmm. And I had the orange medicine you give me."

"Ahh," Olivia tapped the side of her chin. "Pedialyte?"

Teddy slowly nodded. "Yes. That's the one."

"Good job, baby boy. You're going to get better really soon. It's almost over."

Her heart was melting again when she watched Teddy's face crumple again, then burrowing into Fitz's chest. He rocked Teddy slowly, patting his bottom, like he did years ago.

"It's going to be okay, buddy. I'm so sorry."

"Mommy…"

"Yes, my darling?"

"Can you come home soon? Daddy doesn't scratch my scalp like you do."

"Is that so?"

Teddy agreed, blinking, showing off his long, dark, and wet lashes. "Mmhmm. Your pretty nails are the secret… ingreee-di-ent!"

Fitz gasped dramatically. Olivia laughed.

"As soon as I get home, we will have cuddle time with head scratches. Does that sound good?"

Teddy smiled at her and replied, "Yeah! And then maybe we can see a movie, and I'll sit in the middle so we can all have group hugs and share our popcorn."

"That sounds fantastic," Fitz commented. "What do you think?"

"So good!"

"Alright, let's get you to bed. Say goodnight."

Teddy moved super close to the screen. "I love you. Goodnight, Mommy."

"Goodnight, lovey," Olivia said waving again, "I'll see you soon."

Almost like a sports team's extended road trip, Olivia kept at her winning streak. Long hours, work calls, case studies, revising tactics. Whatever she needed to do to make sure her clients won; and they did. When she finally came home, all she did was sleep. Nothing beat the feeling of waking up in her own bed. The guys were amazing; they both let her stay down until she was ready, letting her sleep for 13 hours.

One warm evening, Olivia came home around 5, and made her way to the kitchen, sneaking behind Fitz, who was stirring a pot of something. Per usual, music had filled the room, so it was easy for her to quietly get to him, and softly place her head on his back. She felt his chest rise. He chuckled as he patted her hip.

"Hey."

"Hi."

They stood there for ten seconds, before Fitz maneuvered himself around. Smirking, he added. "Well, well, well, funny to see you here early. How's my girl?"

Grinning, she said, "I'm alright. Happy to be home."

Fitz quickly kissed Olivia.

"I'm glad you are."

"Whatcha making today?"

Fitz gestured to Olivia, "Well, I was in the mood for chicken parmigiana. So…decided to make it a casserole, eliminating the task of hovering over the stove. Wanted to get a head start."

She observed him put the dish in the oven.

"How long?"

Checking the timer, Fitz replied, "About thirty minutes."

Olivia rubbed his back, lovingly, and asked, "I have a silly request."

"Okay."

"Wanna go upstairs and make out?" Sheepishly, she backed away, finding the surprised glance on Fitz's face hysterical.

"Oh?"

"Yeah…"

Fitz rushed in to kiss her, wrapping his arms around her waist. "On a Tuesday? You bet."

Passing by Teddy, who was coloring and watching one of his favorite shows, they "tip-toed" to their bedroom. It was always a fun moment to try to dodge their son's observant eyes, and have some time to themselves.

"I didn't notice you were wearing this."

Olivia was wearing a nicely fit blue suit, with five-inch heels. Simple, classy, and powerful.

"I had to leave early, remember? You didn't see me. Big meeting today."

"Good stuff?"

"Excellent stuff. Proposal went well and they signed the contract. A handsome payout. How about you?"

Fitz put his hands on Olivia's shoulder blades. "We won a new case. Received ten applications. Will use tomorrow to go over everything."

"Look at us," Olivia stated, "Being powerful Grants in Washington."

Fitz kissed her neck. "We are doing it, baby."

Olivia removed her jacket and revealed a cream silk camisole tank. Fitz was checking her out and it felt good.

"Ooh, baby. Married life looks fantastic on you."

She scoffed, "More like, I'm eating more and the gym has been good to me."

Fitz was hovering over Olivia, hands cupping her face, kissing her deeply.

"Man, you smell delicious."

"Thank you, Mister. But keep kissing me."

Fitz ran his hands all over her body. "I need all of this off. No, I want it off, but you can do whatever you like."

Abruptly, Olivia pulled back, giving him a skeptical eye. "I thought we were going to make out for a little bit."

"But it's hard to just kiss you. You look so fucking good, Livvie," He disagreed, biting his lip. Eyes darkening, he admitted, "I won't be able to stop. I can't stop. Can you?"

Olivia's irises grew, contemplating Fitz's question. She sat on the mattress, choosing to fall back and lay down. Circling her finger, she motioned for him to remove his shirt.

After rushing to take it off, Fitz tugged on her slacks and panties, bringing them to the floor, with a low growl stirring in his throat. Crouching down, he used his thumbs to open her up, finding a gorgeous shade of pink.

"Damn. Mmhmm."

Olivia lifted her head, finding her curly-haired man in between her legs, feeling his tongue all inside. Those blessed trapezoids and his back muscles, well defined. His perfect tongue technique — slow sweeping, then flicking her clit. A finger or two were added to reach her g-spot. Lapping her juices. His concentration and eye for detail were always appreciated. Lightly grabbing those ever-growing curls, she laughed in between soft moans, because the shocks made her toes curl. If time allowed, she'd want this special treatment everyday.

A solid twenty minutes later, she was swollen, hot to the touch, and two fast orgasms completed. Her knees cradling Fitz's head, because honestly the way he ate her out, made her think her legs wouldn't work if she tried to stand. Olivia encouraged him to stop, trying to protect her sensitive bud.

"Kiss me."

Fitz opened his mouth, ravenously kissing her, allowing her to taste herself.

"I love you."

"I love you too, baby."

A minute of soft kisses had passed.

"My turn," Olivia whispered.

Fitz was surprised to feel her hand greedily rubbing his length through his jeans.

"No."

"Huh?"

"Uh uh."

"Oh, c'mon."

He rejected her offer again. "Nope. Not right now."

"Fitzy. You have to let me sometimes, unless…oh my Lord, you don't like it." Olivia panicked, her forehead lines becoming visible. "You gotta tell me if you don't like what I do. You cannot lie to me." Nerves got the best of her. She always thought he wouldn't mind.

She was hushed by many kisses, with words in between.

"I love. Your mouth on me… Your beautiful, wet mouth, with your lips. On my dick."

"Okay and?"

"But this was about you and I need to get the food out of the oven. I can't have it burning."

Olivia narrowed her eyes, albeit turned on, not at all satisfied with his answer. Or whatever the excuse.

"But I suggested we'd come up here. Why is it always about me? I don't buy it. Can I at least get you off? I'll make it quick. You know I can."

Fitz ran his head through his hair. "How about we meet back here after dinner and bedtime?"

That was not a compromise Olivia was willing to accept. "Just take it out and come back to me."

"Livvie."

"So you got me all riled up and now I have to wait?"

"Teddy is going to figure out where we are."

Olivia grit her teeth, "Fitzgerald!"

"Sorry," he chuckled, leaning down for a kiss. Olivia frowned, as he pecked her full lips three times in a row. "I'd rather finish in you than on you. Can't be wasting these swimmers, especially when you want quality stuff from me."

"Honey…" Olivia took his hand; it appeared he was worried about their efforts to make a baby. "There is no rush. We are going to have so much fun, regardless. Just let me—"

The timer went off; Fitz with his tall self, nimbly slid off the bed, adjusted himself, used the bathroom to wash up. As he walked away, swiftly looping his arms through his shirt and pulling it over his head, a fuming Olivia launched one of the throw pillows at him.

"What the hell?"

"You're such a douche."

"Barely."

She joked as she walked to the bathroom, "A fucking tease!"

"Takes one to know one."

The rest of the evening was spent planning how she was going to blow his mind. After bedtime with Teddy and cleaning the kitchen, Olivia went upstairs. Fitz had just showered. He noticed a suprisingly quiet woman in their room.

"What are you up to?"

Wiggling her ass, she looked over her shoulder.

"What?"

"Don't be cute and think I forgot about what happened earlier."

Fitz dried his hair with a towel, then stopped when she locked the door.

"Uh oh, you mean business."

"Hmm," was all she gave, with a judgmental glance.

Fitz was only in his Calvin Kleins, probably the best brand for his physique. Olivia wouldn't have him in anything else. The same enthusiasm when he would nearly bust a nut whenever he saw her in anything labeled LaPerla.

"Don't even bother, buddy," she commanded, halting him from stepping into gym shorts. "Please, sit down."

She could sense it. How he was craving for whatever she had planned. Once his pulled his dick out, Olivia was ready.

In only a tank and shorts, willingly showing off her cleavage, Olivia stared at Fitz as she stroked him. His eyes closed, loving how she moved her hand.

"Did you miss me, touching you like this?"

Fitz leaned back, eyes slightly opening. "Mmhmm. Li—"

"I want to feel you inside of me. Because I'm yours," she continued, sliding her hand up and down, feeling how warm and a little sticky, his dick had become.

Just as he was about to release, she moved away.

Fitz scrubbed his face, extra frustrated but also, knowing what she was up to. "Baby… I know you're mean, but I didn't think you'd be this mean!"

Pulling her tank up, she countered, "Mmhmm. What did a sexy man tell me about being a tease? Takes one to know one? Mmhmm. Ha Ha!"

Just when she thought she was in the clear, Fitz used his long arms to swoop Olivia back to him.

"Olivia," he whispered lowly. "You really want to do this?"

The fire in his voice set her off. Goosebumps all over.

"Lie down."

She loved it when he wanted her. His hands moved up and down her back, ass, and legs. He was fully aware when she needed him, so badly. After their limited amount of clothing were removed, they got situated in bed. Lining his hard length to her pussy, Olivia slowly lowered so he could fill her. Both sighing. It felt like it had been so long. To them, more than a week was a lifetime.

"Baby. You look amazing right now."

She bit her lip as Fitz tugged on her hair, while their bodies collided.

"Tell me what you want," she asked, looking into his eyes.

Fitz mouthed, "You."

Palms on his chest, rolling her hips, making sure he was hitting all the right places, felt like perfection. She could see and feel his muscles contract and him twitching inside.

They were in their usual groove, but Fitz used all his strength to flip Olivia over. She tried so hard not to yell, but she was impressed. He lifted an eyebrow, and she what that meant.

"Go for it."

Their eyes sending important signals.

Faster. More. Harder. Ride me. Together... Always. Never let me go.

"I love you, baby," she brushed her hand down his cheek. Being able to touch him whenever she wanted again. Feeling his warmth, his lips. His voice resonated with her down to her core.

Their moans escalated, breath turning ragged. Finally, almost in tandem, they let go of their reservations, and took a dive into beautiful ecstacy.

Both were laughing while breathing hard, letting the rush overwhelm them.

Fitz was completely spent when she was finished with him. "You're… incredible."

Olivia, feeling super powerful, got up to clean, braided her hair quickly, so she could get back into his arms. She missed this so much.

"Returning home and teasing sex are some of my faves," she revealed.

"Oh?" Fitz was acting surprised, because he knew what she liked. "What else?"

"I love date nights. You get really excited."

Fitz dragged his fingers on her back, before getting comfortable behind her. "Or how about… vacation fucking?"

"Boy, that is always a treat."

Fitz was invited to join a bowling league at Lucky Strike. Whenever he could, he'd attend and bowl a few games with buddies, new and old. It was easy to get to the alley, since the Gallery Place-Chinatown metro was a few stops away from work. Olivia was all about him getting out of the house and having a good time. Anything to ease his mind. He'd always invite her and most of the time, she'd say no. She reminded him that it was okay for them to have separate activities, have different friend groups, alone time. Plus, she wasn't good at bowling. That would be a complete waste of time.

Friday night rolled in, with the usual scene. Olivia doing some online shopping in the family room, and Fitz heading towards her from downstairs. Already dressed in

"Going to bowl a few rounds tonight. Wanna come?"

Shifting her eyes away from the laptop, she grinned. "Absolutely."

He cocked his head, baffled, "What? Really?"

"Yeah, I'll come. Teddy is with the Reeds tonight so, why not?"

Fitz couldn't downplay the excitement. Whatever made her decide to change her mind, he was thankful. It would be a great time.

Olivia noticed the design on the back of his shirt. "Look at you — team captain, already?"

Fitz rubbed his chin. "Yeah…"

"I like that. Captain Grant," she spoke while getting her curls together into a top bun.

"Co-captain… to you, Captain Grant."

Olivia waved him off, "I'm talking about you, baby!"

Fitz checked a message he received. "Jenni texted me. They're on their way."

Jenni and Xavier Stevenson were a couple the Grants had gotten to know through school. Olivia always loved their company, they had a lot in common: coffee, The Office, 90s-00s hip-hop, and Target. It seemed like there was a Grant / Stevenson meetup every weekend. Xavier also joined the league at the same time as Fitz, so it was a given she'd have a great time.

Of course, the spot was crowded, but they were able to find the group.

"Liv!"

"Hey, Jenni!"

The blonde beauty hugged Olivia. "So glad you were able to come. It's always great to have another girl in the mix. C'mon!"

Fitz was able to introduce his buddies to "My wife, Olivia". That sentence always gave her chills, but in the best way possible.

While socializing with Jenni and others, Olivia watched him play. For someone who bowled maybe a few times a month, he had nice form. Seeing him laugh and enjoy himself made Olivia so happy. That's what was missing the last two months. He wasn't taking time off for himself. Exuberant joy.

She snapped a picture to post on her Instagram.

He's so cute! Inception much? Taking a picture of my man taking a picture. #myhusband #bowlingnight #FitzandMe

During a break, the two were on a cushion, in front of the glorious spread. She nudged him with her shoulder. "Want some?"

"Gladly."

Olivia fed Fitz a piece of melon, and surprised him by taking a bite of the other side, inevitably resulting in a juicy kiss.

"Ooh, damn," he marveled, with juices dripping.

She wiped his mouth before anyone could really see what they were up to.

"You're too cute."

"Honeydew, I love you."

Growing as an organization, Fitz wanted to hold a small gathering, inviting supporters and potential donors, for the Institute. Right before the summer internships, it would be a grand opportunity to raise money and awareness.

Olivia was looking over the paperwork, at the table. "What are you planning to do? Who's organizing it?"

"Me."

"Nice! This will be a great look for you and the Institute. Have you secured a venue?"

Fitz twisted his lips, crossing his hands behind his back. "I would like to have it at the house. What do you think?"

After a few seconds, she replied, "Sure."

Surprised, he asked, "Really?"

Nodding, Olivia grinned. "Yes, honey. Why wouldn't we have it here?"

They both knew she wasn't always the most eager to be in crowds or have the spotlight on her, if there was no need.

"I'd rather be at the house where I feel most comfortable, than some random spot. Plus, I'll decorate. It will be fun."

"That would be awesome."

Olivia nudged Fitz with her knee. "Yes. I got you."

"I'll get it catered, so you won't have to think about doing anything."

"But you want me to be there?"

"Of course, Mrs. Grant!"

A few days later, the house was prepped for the event. The theme was modern elegance. Olivia found a caterer who could ordered several bottles of wine and liquor, displaying them wonderfully at the bar. Teddy and Gigi would be at Gracie's for the night. Knowing they'd be safe and engaged, Olivia put her focus on getting ready for this important evening. It was time to spend the afternoon curling her hair. The ensemble: an adorable one-shoulder light mauve cocktail dress with a comfortable pair of nude pumps.

"Shit. I need to open the windows."

Thirty minutes before guests arrived. Olivia was scurrying, fine-tuning everything. It was the first social gathering since the wedding. Not random get-togethers. She wanted everything to be exactly how she planned.

Strolling from downstairs, Fitz greeted her, in a light blue dress shirt, black slacks, and black shoes.

"Hi, handsome."

"Hey...this looks wonderful."

"Thanks," Olivia rushed to answer. She was moving like a hummingbird; Fitz was quite amused.

"Let them take care of it."

"Shit, I'm being my mother. She would tell me, 'I told you so, Olivia Carolyn!'"

Fitz laughed loudly; "Ha! This is coming full circle. All that shit you gave her. But hey, you are the best at this. Remember when the congressman in North Carolina had his launch party? Who set that up, with no flaws?"

Leaning against the kitchen counter, she tipped her chin upwards.

"That's right. My wife."

"Stop."

"You're my girl."

Olivia patted his arm. "And you're my guy. You're going to be fantastic. Once they hear from you — your heart and passion for this — they'll have no choice but to donate, volunteer, and support."

His chuckle resonated in his throat, so grateful for Liv.

The event was perfect; the Grants were fantastic hosts, welcoming a few friends and work colleagues. Several potential donors were in attendance, hearing about the work at the Institute. The majority of guests were in the living room, some were propped by Olivia's piano. That was the one thing she had moved from the apartment since she got married.

Olivia floated, catching up with friends, meeting new people. Making sure Fitz was in his best light — not that he needed help, but she was definitely in Pope mode.

Right before dinner, Fitz proposed a toast.

"Thank you all for coming. I am excited about the work we are doing to provide resources and opportunities to students in our area and beyond. Your support can make a difference in the kids' lives. So, thank you for your consideration. I wouldn't have been able to do this without the continued support of my beautiful wife, Olivia."

Everyone pivoted to the lady of the house. She nodded, and blew a kiss to him.

After Fitz ended his speech, Olivia announced, "Dinner is served!"

Smiling at the man of the hour, while others were moving, she whispered, "You were fantastic."

He leaned down to kiss her. "Thank you."

Some time later, while guests were congregating in different spots — the patio, kitchen, living room — one of the ladies got Olivia's attention.

"Good Lord, you're in love."

She agreed with a shy smile. "I am. I love him."

Fitz walked by, his hand touching her lower back. Smiles were exchanged — the kind that only lovers receive. Just the right amount of sweetness.

"You're practically glowing."

"Oh? Thank you." A blush rising. She replied, "I can't help it. I am so proud of him."

A photographer asked for a few shots, and the hosts obliged. After she took a few selfies, and checking them out, Olivia had to admit that they were a good-looking couple.

Summer was in full effect. Teddy was now away, spending his annual two-week vacation in North Carolina with his mother, grandparents, and cousins. The internships had begun; ten college students were studying at the firm and Institute. Fitz was able to partner with a local branch of a hotel chain, to house them all summer long, if they wanted. It was a tad slow for OPA, but potential clients and other PR firms were looking to the group for wisdom, inspiration, and effective changes.

The hours were no joke, but the Grants were determined to spend evenings and weekends together, uninterrupted. Movie nights, walking and running along Rock Creek Park. Just chilling in bed, enjoying each other.

It was a Wednesday evening, Olivia was already in a T-shirt and shorts, hair pulled into a bun, when Fitz came home. Gigi was at her feet.

"Hey."

"Hi."

Olivia puckered up for a kiss. "I put a beer in the fridge for you, so it's ready whenever you want it."

"Thanks, honey."

"Do you have any plans for dinner?"

Fitz loosened his tie and shrugged. "Meh, have no clue. Didn't want to get takeout, so you do have anything in mind?"

"Can you do me a favor?"

"Yup."

"Can you make your famous burgers? I have a taste for it. Gettyburger ain't cutting it like it used to."

Fitz was surprised by Olivia's request. It had been some time since she asked for a burger or had any. As much as he liked making them, if Liv and Teddy weren't interested, there was no point to grill an abundance of patties. During cookouts, she'd pick a hot dog or a lighter option.

"Sure, lady. I might have some meat, I'll start the grill."

"Thank you! I'll do the sides."

Along with steak fries, she had a chickpea salad recipe she knew Fitz loved too, so she made that while he was cooking outside.

When Fitz presented his craftsmanship with her favorite toppings an hour later, Olivia was salivating at her seat on the patio.

"Fuck," she moaned, slowly chewing, closing her eyes. All of the flavors and textures in her mouth. It was exactly what she needed at that moment. Coming out of her bliss, she giggled. Fitz was staring at her in awe. "Sorry, but you really put your foot into this. So good. Thank you, baby."

"I haven't heard you this desperate for something since our wedding night. Not gonna lie, that was really hot."

Rolling her eyes, she remarked, "Hey, when I get what I want, I'm a happy girl."

Fitz kissed her forehead. "Maybe I should make you more burgers."

When Olivia woke up the next day, she felt like complete shit.

"Crap. Ugh…"

"Hey, good morning."

Fitz rolled over to kiss Olivia, but soon after, she made a queasy expression.

"Damn. That bad?"

"No, no," she weakly laughed and waved. "C'mere."

Another quick kiss. Olivia kept Fitz close, rubbing their noses.

"For some reason, I don't feel so good."

"Was it the burger? Should I have cooked it longer?"

Pressing her hand on her side, Olivia groaned, "I don't know. Maybe I didn't drink enough water last night. Let me see if I can throw it up. Damn, I don't need this. It feels like really awful, really bad heartburn and a sour stomach all at once. I don't have time for this."

What she could feel was Fitz's worried eyes boring on her. It appeared he knew something was going on, like he was inside of her.

"What," she asked, with a tense voice, highly annoyed.

Scratching his head, he replied, "Sorry to burst your bubble, but is there any way…"

"Baby."

Fitz sat up immediately. "What? You're…"

Olivia's eyes widened, greatly confused. Was this a sign? Immediately, she shut down those hopeful thoughts. "What? No! I'm talking to you, Fitz. You're my baby."

"Oh."

That catapulted Olivia into high gear. He didn't know what he was talking about. Moving about, opening cabinets, looking for something, anything to bring relief. The search was futile.

"Do we have any Pepto?"

"Livvie."

"What?"

Her voice was strained.

Poking out his bottom lip, he replied softly, "I don't know."

Olivia covered her face, giving herself a moment.

"Hey, come back."

Sulking, she returned to Fitz, laying her head down on his chest. "Hey, work has been very hectic. The whole custody battle, staying up late with paperwork. Life. You know when your schedule is out of whack, everything gets crazy. Let me just throw this up. I'll be fine."

She patted his bare stomach, kissed his chin, and left.

Five minutes of dry heaving, hoping anything would come up, and let her relax. But that didn't happen. Walking out of the bathroom, she caught Fitz staring. A fast head shake.

"I'm going to get some medicine. Maybe everything will settle. Right? Right. I'll be back."

Fitz frowned; "Alright."

"What was that for?"

"What was what?"

Olivia circled her finger at him. "Your face. That tone. I don't like that. You don't look happy."

"I'm worried. I think something else is going on. I think you could be—"

She narrowed her eyes. "Don't think too deeply into it, honey. There's no way. It hasn't even been that long. I would know. I would."

"Hmm…since right before the wedding, woman. That's over four months ago."

"Stop."

"Why don't you…"

Olivia gritted her teeth, "Let me handle it. That's exactly what I'm going to do, lovely."

"But if I'm the reason you're feeling this way, I need to take action, Mrs. Grant."

That got her together. She winced, "I shouldn't have done that. Please forgive me."

"Of course, I do," Fitz said, then pressed a kiss on her forehead. "Let me know what I can do."

Instead of over-analyzing, Olivia drove to the corner store. But of course, on her journey, thoughts swirled in her head. Maybe Fitz was right...and there was more to this. But it was good she went alone, pushing the upset stomach narrative. Even for one hour.

All these theories and it was making her feel worse. She couldn't even text any of her mom friends. Every one of them would go nuts, asking too many questions. So, she opted to wear a baseball cap, her coke bottle glasses, a long-sleeved beach tee, leggings, and sneakers. She didn't want anyone to notice.

Gabrielle got the call to meet her at the store. Standing at the entrance, she hugged Olivia.

"Hey. What's going on?"

"I just need you to tell me everything's okay."

"What?"

Quite frazzled, Olivia continued, "Gabs, I don't know. I just need to check. Woke up like I need to vomit. But I'm fucking nervous. This has never happened to me before."

Gabrielle took her by the hand. "What do you mean, O?"

"Do I look like I'm carrying a baby?"

"O!"

Shaking her head quickly, Olivia refuted, "I don't know. My sweet husband keeps looking at me like I am. It's scary and I'm nervous, and what if I'm not pregnant?"

Gabrielle squeezed Olivia's hand this time, hoping to quiet her busy brain. "Girl. Your body is going to let you know. Whatever happens, Fitz will still love you the same. But you gotta love on yourself more. Just be still. Trust. Let's find you a test."

It felt so odd to search for the "perfect" box.

Fifteen minutes later, she returned home with everything she bought, tucked away in her huge purse. Very grateful to have her best friend with her, to help her calm down, as much one could be. There was no need to alarm her husband. Any sudden moves, Fitz would be calling every doctor in town, whipping up an easy meal, spoiling her rotten. Not that was a problem.

Fitz was chilling in the family room, reading the newspaper when she returned.

"You get everything?"

Keeping her brave face on, she coolly replied, "Everything is fine. I should have taken a chill pill."

"How are you feeling?"

She shrugged, making a turn towards the stairs. "I think I'll try again."

Closing the bathroom door, she turned on a favorite soothing playlist, to keep her from being stressed. Delicately opening two boxes — antacids and a pregnancy test.

It had only been four months since the wedding. Yes, she finally decided to put a hold on her birth control pills a few weeks before, and there was no definite time frame to get pregnant. There was some deliberation; whenever they were in the mood, carefully selecting days to try. But they were still having fun. There was no definite plan, but surprises… That wasn't her strong suit. Being caught off guard was her biggest pet peeve.

On the flip side, she had been putting her body through the ringer. All the extra hours at work, becoming comfortable in her official roles as wife and mother, plus the drama with Mellie… Olivia was on autopilot. The main thing — she did not want to get her hopes up, only to have a false alarm. Fitz was always supportive, but she has been dreaming about a baby for over a year. Whenever they passed by the baby department at Target or any other store, she'd get sentimental. Hoping the opportunity hadn't passed her by.

Why was she acting this way? Because she wasn't planning. Catching her off-guard. It wasn't on her to-do list.

"I've never done this before," she mumbled, reading the instructions. "Oh, shit. I can't freak out. Breathe, Grant, breathe."

It took forever to get going. But as she finished using the bathroom, Fitz called for her.

"Livvie?"

"Hi, baby."

"Are you alright?"

Olivia closed her eyes. "Yes, I am. I'll be out soon."

"If you need me to get you anything else, I'll go."

"Thanks. Love ya."

Frantically, Olivia increased the volume on the speaker, creating more of a sound barrier, just in case Fitz was right outside. After setting a timer, she began to sing, to act like nothing eventful was happening, when actually there was life-changing important stuff going on.

The timer went off.

As she surveyed the results, a sigh escaped her lips.

There wasn't time to process because she needed to get to work, so she pivoted to the sink and washed her hands. Tucking the items back in the bag, which was shoved into her purse, so Fitz wouldn't have a temptation to rummage through the trash bin. Olivia washed her hands again, took a deep breath, and opened the door.

Of course, Fitz was leaning against the wall.

"Shit! Don't startle me like that."

"Sorry."

"What are you, my bodyguard?"

"I'm your husband. Your protector, my love."

Olivia wrinkled her nose in delight.

"Thank you."

"What's going on?"

He rubbed her back.

"I guess I'll go to the doctor. Maybe I'll lie down for a bit. just going to take a nap."

"Want me around?"

"Please. I could use some cuddles."

"Love you, bubba."

At the office, Olivia snuck off to use the other test. Because her skeptical ass knew it'd be pertinent to take it again.

Same result.

Pregnant.

Her chest tightened. Closing her eyes, letting a few tears fall. It was scary, but also a relief. She knew what was happening. Sort of.

It was time for an expert opinion. She closed the door, using her cell phone.

"Good morning, I would like to schedule an appointment with Dr. Lansing, if that's possible. You have something for today? Oh my god, yes. Let me know when and I'll get there immediately."

After quickly giving assignments, she was out the door, for the rest of the day.

Sure enough, after the blood and urine test, Olivia's suspicions were correct. She was farther along than she thought — ten weeks. Dr. Lansing wanted to have their first official appointment right then and there.

"Liv, you are very much expecting! Everything looks good. I'm glad you called."

"Thank you."

"How are you feeling?"

"Like a failure."

Her stomach didn't look bloated. Still getting used to having limited periods… She had missed periods before, so that wasn't anything new. Olivia expected that if she made an effort, her body would reset. Plus, she got off birth control a few months prior, and she was still adjusting. It didn't help that she had just turned thirty-five, and knowing statistics for ladies in her demographic, weren't always positive. Nothing but worry and regret.

The silver haired physician knew what Olivia was going through and did her best to explain. "Understandable, but don't be. There are plenty of women who find out they were pregnant later than usual. You're here now, so I will catch you up. Here is a list that I want you to follow. Including prenatal vitamins. We are going to make sure you have a healthy pregnancy."

The last time she drank wine was maybe two weeks prior; that would be curtailed immediately. She had been craving raspberry iced tea and certain foods a lot more. Was it the stress that made her unaware of the changes in her body? She was ignoring certain signs like her body filling out. Running all on engines. All she wanted to do was sleep whenever she arrived home. Craving sleep. That was a first.

The guilt. She should have recognized everything sooner. Cursing at herself for jeopardizing her health. Would her ignorance hurt this little one?

Now how to tell Fitz, she thought. Would he be more excited? Cautious? He had been hinting all week. Mad at her for not listening to her body?

They were set to drive down to Bethany Beach for the weekend, so that could be a fun surprise. Telling him at the beach, with the sun setting, or rising. Just the two of them. But being the romantic type, she wanted to tell him in a memorable way.

Olivia distracted herself by packing and cleaning and planning. To be a business owner, whose career revolved around sharing important news, this was a different ballpark.

"You okay?"

"Huh?"

Fitz kissed her neck, then softly murmured, "Whatcha doin'? Are you okay?"

Very much distracted, she told him what he needed to hear. "Mmhmm, yeah. What time were you thinking?"

"If we leave by 10, we should be in good shape. We'll stop wherever for lunch. Whatever you want."

Fitz was looking into the cooler, only seeing a small bottle of red. "Did you need pack any more wine?"

"Uhh, I'll just buy some when we get there. No biggie."

Slightly puzzled, he replied, "Okay."

Before they hit the road, Olivia took a motion sickness pill. She never got car sick, but she didn't want to ruin her new plans. The big reveal.

Fitz was wearing this cute outfit, a t-shirt, grey hoodie, and shorts. With his baseball cap, to sort of hide his messy, growing hair. He didn't feel like taking the time to use the mousse, when he knew he'd go right into the water, or just chill. Olivia took the casual route, wearing one of his sweatshirts and jean shorts, and flip flops.

The car ride was uneventful. They got to talk. Just about themselves and each other. It had been a while since they could do this, without distractions. It felt like they had limited alone time since the wedding. Only the honeymoon had kept them away for a few days, which seemed to be so long ago.

Little Gigi was a perfect passenger. They had to make two stops — after crossing the Bay Bridge and another place in a small Delaware town — for her to relieve herself. Whenever she was fed up with Olivia holding her, little miss Josephine would whimper a little bit and she would be placed on the blanket in the back row.

Olivia didn't make concrete plans, so it would officially be a lowkey weekend, which is what they wanted.

Once they settled in, she kissed Fitz deeply.

"Hey."

"Hey. Just wanted to do that."

It took about forty-five minutes to get everything in the house, and make it feel cozy for their weekend.

After eating their sandwiches, Fitz and Olivia were chilling in the bedroom.

"What do you want to do?"

"Hmm," Olivia pondered, while gazing at the ceiling. "I haven't thought that far. How are you doing?"

"Cool as a cucumber. Happy to have us time."

Looking back at Fitz, she faintly smiled. "Me too."

He softly touched her shoulder. "Liv."

"Yeah?"

"You're here, but you're not here."

Deeply sighing, she replied, "I know."

"May I ask what you're thinking about?"

Olivia rolled on her side, and rubbed her thumb on his stubbly cheek. "I was thinking of doing something different this year. Will you be cool with yet another change in our lives?"

"Umm, like what?"

With a sparkle in her eye, she grinned. "I'm going to sell the apartment."

Fitz was stunned. "What?!"

This was huge. Olivia would never think about parting with the one space she knew was hers and hers alone.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. It's time."

"Livvie."

"Honey…"

Fitz looked deeply into her eyes, attempting to find any remorse. "Are you really sure? This is a big deal."

"It's been on my mind for a while now. I'm never there. Someone else could be there and make new memories."

"What about renting it out?"

Taking a breath, she reasoned, "Too much work. I don't think I'll have time to go over there and do the upkeep. Just time to sell. New year, new us. It's time to move on."

Fitz couldn't believe it. He knew how important her first place was. But if that's what she wanted, he'd support it.

"Wow! That's a big step, Olivia. Let's toast to that. I'll get the wine."

As he rose from the bed, she asked, "Can you bring the iced tea?"

She tried not to laugh when Fitz called out, "What's with you and this fucking iced tea? That's all you drink now. Are you on some cleanse?"

"Hmm..."

"What do you mean 'hmm'?"

The moment arrived. All of her dreaming and anticipating intersected. Olivia took the card from her bag, and set it where he was laying.

Fitz returned with the goods. "What's this?"

Olivia pointed, "It has your name on it."

Underneath his name, it read:

Check the bottle.

Fitz scanned the wine, reading the words on the label.

More wine for you now! Look inside the card.

Olivia could tell he was getting a little nervous and excited at the same time. Fitz set the bottle down and opened the card to find a sonogram, with her cursive at the bottom:

Hi, Daddy! Sorry to keep you and Mommy waiting, but I'm here!

He glanced over, with misty eyes. "Livvie," his voice cracked. Olivia felt the lump in her throat, immediately seeing Teddy in Fitz's facial expressions, whenever he was overcome with emotion. Of course, she was ready to comfort him with kisses, hugs, and reassuring words.

"Really, Livvie?"

She nodded, getting on her knees, as tears fell. "Yes!"

Fitz pulled Olivia into the best hug. Kissing her cheeks, then lips. She ran her fingers through his curls. Foreheads touching and whispering all the I love you's, to their hearts' content.

"When did you find out?"

"Yesterday."

His baby blues were wide with astonishment. "This is why you weren't feeling well?"

"Mmhmm.."

His arms curling around her waist. "I had a feeling."

"I knew you did," she softly replied, "but I didn't want to believe it, and I didn't want to jinx it, just in case, I wasn't actually… It's so weird, I wasn't expecting it."

"That's okay!"

"How could you tell?"

"No stomach bug? You've been craving a lot of stuff, recently. Sleeping so, so much. Your energy is different. Big Mama Bear energy. Something was different."

Massaging the back of Fitz's head, to somewhat distract herself, Olivia quietly added, "I'm ten weeks along. I didn't even... I'm so mad at myself for not paying attention."

"Oh?"

"I'm sorry, I know you were on my case about resting more all month. I should ha—"

The raw emotions she had been keeping at bay, were finally bubbling up. It was too much for Olivia. She couldn't finish what she was saying and broke down.

Fitz shook his head, tenderly wiping away her hot tears, then placed his hands on her lap. "No more feeling guilty. It doesn't matter now," he said, softly. "Because now we know. We have proof. You are safe and healthy, and this guy looks safe and healthy. You're a rockstar, beautiful."

"Oh, you," Olivia took his hand. "Congratulations."

"Same to you. We're having a baby!"

Glasses filled with iced tea, after Fitz ate crow. The two began to discuss how to tell Teddy and the parents. Being excited they'll have a baby together, who would look like the both of them. Her mind wandered to envision Fitz with a baby in his arms. Their baby. With the overwhelming knowledge that she was being given the opportunity to experience pregnancy.

"We did it. Not even trying super hard."

"Ten weeks," Fitz tilted his head, calculating. "Sooo…Miami?"

Olivia let the giggles out. "I'm pretty sure. Yeah…it was the perfect time. We did the absolute most. You weren't playing."

"You told me you wanted to make a baby, so, we had to make it happen. But it's always easy when you're being beautiful and sexy. Hyping me up."

"I wasn't going to let you ease up either. That was good. Like the night before we left? We should try all of that again."

"Mmhmm!" Fitz tapped her on the nose. "We need to celebrate."

"Maybe..."

"Definitely," he confirmed. "You're having our baby. I'm so proud of you."

Her eyes became glossy. "Stop."

Showing off his crooked smile, he replied, "Never."

They cuddled for a minute, silently.

"Your eyes or mine?"

"What?"

Olivia repeated blissfully, "Your eyes or mine?"

"Yours. Teddy has mine."

"They're going to be the best of friends."

Fitz had to agree, "Without a doubt. Do you see how awesome he is with Gigi? I think it's so telling."

"He's the best."

"I better buy you some clothes?"

"Why," she asked, confused.

Knowing he'd get a death stare, Fitz spoke, "I don't want you taking all of mine!"

Olivia couldn't believe he would go there. "Look here, buddy roe. Whatever baby wants, baby gets."

Fitz scoffed, "Yeah, you, Miss Thang. You're the baby. My baby."

A few more minutes of banter, laughing at almost everything that came to mind, all the things they could look forward to, before they slowed it down. They kept it simple. Holding hands, looking at each other tenderly, dreaming out loud, while the waves crashed against the shore. Dinner could wait.

Again, their hearts were becoming as one, growing closer, fully aware of what was happening. Another layer was being revealed to their life together. All the events — big and small — to come, they'd get around to it. Planning could only go so far. For both of them, it felt like they'd never get to this, on their own, but the moment they had been waiting for had finally arrived.

Well... are you happy?

This chapter, well, this event has been in the works for over two years. I wanted to make it "perfect" enough to share with you. I hope it was worth waiting for and I hope you liked it. Received some comments after the last few chapters; there is more to this story. When it ends, you'll know.

Let me know your thoughts. Thanks for reading. xo