A/N: Decided to follow this up with a NYE sequel (which is why I changed the name). Hope you enjoy!

Content warning: Mentions of miscarriage and infertility below with an allusion to abortion.


Part II: Auld Lange Syne

They'd been back together now for almost a full month. Fitz had kept his word and cut back on his hours at the hospital. Olivia put in her two weeks and began scouting firms. Her goal was to start the New Year off with a job offer, but the still wrapped pregnancy test hidden in her clutch suggested different. The night they'd spent together before their reconciliation came back to her in spurts. In between bouts of red wine and sheer nostalgia, they'd made love. Without inhibitions and without protection. Then, Olivia hadn't thought much about it. Her chances of getting pregnant not only diminished the closer she got grew to forty, but with her PCOS, she thought it nearly impossible. To get pregnant with Tommy, she'd had to endure bouts of Clomid, a fertility treatment. Her periods had been irregular since she began her cycle in young adulthood, making it almost impossible to get pregnant naturally. She wasn't certain how to feel if she was, indeed, pregnant. Part of her was elated at the thought; the other part, terrified. She and Fitz had only found their way together weeks ago. And things were still tentative – rocky – at best. They'd just found a therapist they both could agree on, too.

"Champagne?"

She turned at the sound of Fitz's voice, realizing that she'd been staring at the champagne flutes. For how long, she didn't know. "Oh, uhm, okay." She gave him a tight smile.

He smiled back, picked up two glasses and handed her one. They were both dressed in their black and white best. It was New Year's Eve and they were at The JFK Center for Performing Arts for their Gatsby Ball. Olivia wore a floor length, backless, color block wave, black and white halter dress. She kept her jewelry to a minimum, pairing the dress with pearl earrings, a sleek, high, long ponytail, and a simple pearl bracelet. A classic nude lip and smoky eye completed the look. Fitz looked debonair in his classic tuxedo with coattails. He'd surprised Olivia with the tickets just three nights prior, having Tommy bring them into their bedroom on his penguin pillow pet. Tommy was with his grandfather, his mother's father, and his new wife tonight.

Olivia held onto the glass, watching as Fitz brought his glass to his lips. The soft sounds of Motown filled the foyer. Her eyes drifted up, to the ornate crystal chandeliers.

"You okay, Livvie?"

"Huh?"

"I asked if you were okay. You seem distracted."

She thought of the pregnancy test tucked into her clutch tucked. She hadn't intended on bringing it with her but had shoved it into her bag at the last second, after Tommy found it under the bathroom sink.

"Oh, I just think I've had one too many glasses of champagne."

Fitz's brows furrowed. "No. I think this is your first unless you snuck one while you were checking your coat."

"Oh, must've been the wine I had at home." She moved away from the beverage table, smiling at the waiter that held out a plate of hors d'oeuvres. She held out her hand, shaking her head no. Her eyes scanned the hall and stared out at the sea of black and white attire.

"Olivia?"

A terse smile tugged across her face. "I'm okay, baby. I promise."

He didn't seem to believe her, a pure look of skepticism falling across his face, but left it alone. "Want to dance?" He nodded in the opposite direction, to the end hall where couples glided to the music and held his right hand out for her to take.

Olivia took his hand. "I'd like that."

"You're the most beautiful woman in this world, you know that?" Fitz asked. They found an empty space on the floor. Olivia wrapped her arms around his neck and Fitz pulled her close, hands on her hips.

"You don't have to butter me up, Fitz. When the clock strikes 12, I already plan on kissing you."

"And at 12:22, I plan on this dress being on the floor."

She rolled her eyes. "It'll take us at least thirty minutes to get home."

"We're not going home," he said, dipping her slightly. A Cheshire grin spread across his face.

"Oh?"

"We're staying at the Watergate, presidential suite. We're going to cause a scandal." He wiggled his brows.

Olivia giggled, letting her head fall against his chest. "And what about our son?"

"Your dad and step-mom already know we won't be home. They're keeping him until we get home tomorrow."

Her heart fluttered in her chest and her eyes glazed over. "You thought of everything, didn't you?" She pulled back to look up at him.

Fitz leaned in, lips brushing against the outer shell of her ear. "I want to make love to you on every surface possible without worrying about waking our son. It's been far too long since you've cum on my tongue."

Heart budding beneath her skin. Flushed, she shushed him. "We're in public, behave!" she playfully chided. "Plus, it's only been a few days."

"A few days too long." He grabbed her hands from around his neck and spun her away from him and then back in.

The twirl shook her up slightly, dizzying her. She held out her arms for him to stop her. Sliding back into his arms, a smell hit her nose. It was overtly flowery and overpowering. Paired with the dizziness, she felt herself grow queasy. Someone's perfume was too strong. She placed a hand over her mouth, brows furrowed as she waited for her stomach to settle, but it didn't.

"Liv?"

She wriggled free from his grasp and backtracked in a flurry of white and black, heading on the path to the bathroom.

/

Fitz watched in concern as Olivia skated out of his arms and took off for the bathroom. She'd been acting strange since earlier that morning. From a seemingly impulsive trip to the store, to locking herself in their downstairs bathroom, to her trip to the bathroom; something was wrong.

He weaved through the crowd, following the path blazed by Olivia seconds ago. He followed the escalator down to the bathrooms and waited at the women's bathroom door. He almost went in, but stopped short when an older woman walked out, giving him a scowl. Minutes passed and Fitz waited. Concern began to creep up his spine and he put his hand on the lady's door, preparing himself for the dirty looks he was about to receive, but the door swung open. In front of him stood his wife. She looked a little flushed, but okay, nonetheless.

"You alright, Liv?"

She smiled. "I'm fine. I just think the spin and the lights got to me. Maybe it was the—"

"Wine from earlier," he finished for her. He couldn't remember her drinking any wine earlier that day. He was starting to feel like she was keeping something from him. "You sure?"

Olivia nodded. "I'm okay, honey. I promise. I just think the excitement is setting in. We should get back to the party. I was enjoying myself."

It was Fitz's turn to nod and together they made their way back to the hallway. He ushered Olivia towards a set of tables where dinner had been served. "Let me grab you some water."

"Fitz, you don't have to, baby. I'm—"

"For me, Livvie. For my peace of mind, just drink it for me."

He watched as she relented and he turned on his toes, heading once again for the drink table.

/

She needed to take that test. It was the only conclusion she could come to as she watched Fitz dodge laughing couples and eager waiters. Her body was starting to feel the way it had when she was pregnant with Tommy. Bright lights, flowery smells, and even the mention of alcohol sent her into a tizzy. She was scared and debating; did she tell Fitz before she took the test, or did she tell him after? Did she even have to tell him at all?

Yes, of course she did. If she was with child, it was half his and together they'd talk through it. Together they'd decided what they were going to do and how they were going to handle it.

"Olivia?"

She turned at the sound of her name to find Ben, dressed in his best, standing in front of her. Her eyes widened, unable to hide the shock at his sudden appearance. She'd been avoiding him for the last month – ignoring his calls and all but running away from him at work. She knew she needed to tell him that she'd reconciled with her husband and anything that he thought budded between them was no more. She'd been so focused on dodging him that she'd forgotten to talk to him.

"Ben, hey. Wow. I didn't expect to run into you tonight."

"I didn't expect to see you either. If I didn't know better, I'd think you've been avoiding me. Alicia said you put your two weeks in?" he asked. "You look as beautiful as ever, too, by the way."

Olivia gave him an uneasy smile, eyes roaming around him to find Fitz. Thankfully his back was towards them as he stood in line at the drink table. "I did. I've loved my time at Shaw and Simpson, but it's time for me to move on. Here alone?"

"I've been dragged by my sister to accompany her friend. Does this decision have something to do with me?" he asked.

Unable to lie to the man in front of her, Olivia nodded her confirmation. "Yeah, it does Ben. Look, I hate to do this right now, especially tonight, but I think I owe you the truth. Fitz and I, we've reconciled."

Ben's lips pursed. His eyes fell to the ground and he nodded. "I figured as much, Liv."

"You did?"

"I did. You never left him. Even during the few times, we went out and kissed, I could see it in your eyes that you were still with him. I might've had your attention, but he clearly had your heart."

Olivia frowned. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to…please don't think I led you on. I – I wasn't trying to."

"It's okay, Liv. Something told me the night you didn't ask me inside that I wasn't your choice."

She felt like shit, chest tightening beneath his words. "You're a good man, Ben." She climbed to her heels and held out her right hand. "Friends?"

He seized her hand, holding it between both of his and brought it to his lips. He kissed the back of her hand and then leant in; his lips from her right cheek. His lips lingered for a brief moment and then he pulled back. Their eyes meet briefly before something in her periphery caught her eye. Storming towards them at full speed was Fitz.

/

He saw red. The water glass in hand crushed beneath his anger as he stormed towards his wife and Ben. This dude had a lot of fucking nerve. Propelled solely by jealousy and anger, Fitz made his way through the crowd. Before he knew what, he was doing his left hand was wrapped around Ben's right bicep. He half shoved; half pulled the other man away from his wife. Ben stumbled, bumping into a nearby table, but caught his balance at the last second.

"Stay away from my wife," he howled.

"I was just saying goodbye," Ben said. He held up his hands.

"And you had to say it with your mouth?"

"Fitz, stop!" Olivia yelled. He could feel her tugging on his sleeve, trying to work her way in between them. "He kissed me on my cheek."

"His lips shouldn't have been on you at all!" Fitz growled. He reached for her left hand and spun her around so that her back was to his chest. "Do you see this?" he held up Olivia's hand. "This means we're married. We're married! We have a son – we have a family – and if you weren't such a piece of shit, you'd respect that!" Pure anger pushed him forward.

"And if you respected her, she wouldn't have had to come to me. She wouldn't have cried about how neglected and worthless you made her feel!"

"Ben!"

"You son of a bitch!" He tried to move around Olivia but was stopped by the appearance of two oversized security guards. Both looked on the younger side; both looked trained. Fitz halted.

Olivia shifted against him, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her face into his chest. "Take me home, Fitz."

"I'm sorry, sir, ma'am, but we're going to have to ask you to leave," the older, dark haired security guard said.

Fitz frowned, feeling a moistness radiated from where Olivia's face was pressed to his chest. The anger in him deflated and he wrapped his arms around Olivia. "Okay, okay."

/

The elevator ride up to their suite was quiet. Olivia held onto Fitz's right arm and clutched her purse in the left. The last half hour had been one hellish blur. One minute she was enjoying herself, the next she was in the middle of an almost fight.

Once they reached the floor for the presidential suite, Olivia followed behind Fitz wordlessly. She could feel the tension radiating off of him. He was mad – downright pissed off. They entered the suite and Olivia shrugged out of her coat. She set it on the nearest chair and then slipped off her shoes, leaving her dress to drag along the floor. Fitz walked away, shrugging off his jacket, too, and headed for the bathroom.

Loaded silence settled between them. One of them had to be the bigger person. One of them would need to speak. She listened as he turned on the water, deciding it needed to be her. He was the one who made the first step all those weeks ago, now it was her turn to meet him halfway.

"Fitz, do you want to talk about what just happened?" Olivia asked. The carpet was soft, plush against her feet.

A beat passed and then another, but Fitz had yet to say anything.

"Fitz?" she called out, walking to the bathroom.

He stood in the mirror, nursing the cut on his hand with a hand towel. "You let him kiss you. Again. What's the point of asking me to come home if you're still going to see your boyfriend? What, am I not good enough for you?"

"Fitz!" She knew it was his jealousy talking, but it still stung.

"Why just have your husband when you can fuck your boyfriend, too!" he rounded on her.

"Stop! Stop right now!" She yelled at him, shoving him.

"You told him I was neglecting you? You told him I don't respect you?"

Tears welled behind her eyes. "Does it matter any more? I want you. I love you!"

"Do you, though? The first chance you get will run back to him? Are you sure you two never fucked? Huh? Was he everything you ever dreamed of?" He was being cruel and crass.

She didn't know she'd hit him until the sting of reverberated down her forearm, to her elbow. She narrowed her eyes. "If I'd fucked him, I wouldn't be eager to take the pregnancy test in my purse, I'd be going to a clinic!" The words were out before she could even think them through.

Fitz's gaze softened; the tension left his face. "What did you just say?"

She huffed, hot air billowing from her lips. This wasn't how she wanted to tell him. "I might be…I might be pregnant."

"How?" He lifted a blonde brow. "Isn't it too early to tell?"

"The night you came over to fix the pilot light. We had sex at least four times that night."

"I thought you were on birth control?"

Olivia drew her bottom lip into her mouth and frowned. "I had to take it out almost four months ago, Fitz. You don't remember? It's only a three-year IUD, plus on top of that my blood pressure kept rising. You were supposed to go with me, but had to work, so Abby took me. I spent all day curled in a ball from the cramps?"

He opened his mouth and then closed it.

"We hadn't been having sex anyways so when Dr. Atkins suggested I switch to a pill, I guess it just slipped my mind until…until last week. My periods are already irregular, but when I counted it down, I haven't had one in almost two months, so I bought a test and…" Her words trailed off.

The fight in Fitz seemed to deflate. "You said you have the test in your purse?"

She nodded.

"Why don't you go get it and take it now?"

His change in tone didn't go unnoticed; quite honestly, it'd irked Olivia's nerves. "Not until you apologize to me."

"Livvie…"

"No. Don't Livvie me. You just called me a liar and accused me of sleeping with Ben. I didn't. I haven't. The only reason you know about Ben is because I was worried that I would!"

"Liv…"

"No! Why did you hurt me like that? Why did you say that?"

"Because! He – you talked to him when you should've been talking to me!"

"I'm talking to you right now and you're taking shots at me!"

"I'm not! I…I don't mean to! It hurt, okay! It hurt seeing you stand there with him because all I could think about was how you almost walked away from me for him! He's –"

His eyes were red, raw. The pain in his face was evident. This thing with Ben had triggered his insecurities. Olivia had never known her husband to be insecure and yet here he was in front of her, trying to hold his chest together. Despite this, though, it didn't change the fact that she still wanted an apology from him.

She paused, considering her next words carefully; took a step forward and closed the distance between them, ultimately choosing not to speak. At least not yet. She reached for the hand that clutched the formerly white, now a murky pink and red, towel. Her eyes roamed the cut as she took the towel and set it on the granite countertop. Thankfully, there was no glass embedded in his hand. She turned on the cold water and stuck his hand under the spray. He winced and she frowned.

"It's mostly a flesh wound; not deep enough to hurt," Fitz answered.

"You know what they say about doctor's who are their own patients," she retorted, going for a clean towel. "I'm going to go call the front desk to ask where the first aid kit is."

/

He watched as she walked away and listened as she spoke into the phone. Between the stinging and her news, his head felt full – stuffed. His eyes glanced at the watch on his wrist, seeing that it was 11:18 PM. Forty-three minutes until the bells rang for the New Year. Suddenly he felt like an ass. He'd overreacted – kinda – though a part of him still felt justified. Ben was lucky Fitz hadn't decided to put his hand through the other man's face.

A hot puff of air rumbled from his lips. He looked out, into the suite. The plush carpets, minimalistic furnishings and floor to ceiling windows stared back at him. He'd chosen this room for the view. He'd planned on having her pressed against the glass, sliding into her at an angle so deep as the fireworks settled around them that she wouldn't know where she began, and he ended. And now…now he'd be lucky if she even kissed him in forty-three – now forty – minutes.

What if she was pregnant? His mind roamed back to her news. Now her behavior throughout the day began to make sense. She hadn't touched the champagne or any wine because inside of her their child might be growing. They'd never talked in depth about kids past Tommy. His birth had been such hell on Olivia that Fitz feared her having to do it all over again. If they'd made a baby the natural way, though. . ..

He wondered if they'd have a daughter. Don't get him wrong, his son was his boy – his buddy – but just the thought of a little girl the spitting image of Olivia walking around made his heart flutter. A Carolyn. Lynn for short. They had a son with his middle name, it was only right that they had a daughter with Olivia's. He couldn't let himself think ahead, though. Not when Olivia had a history of miscarriages and PCOS. He was a doctor – a cardiothoracic surgeon – but he still knew the odds, nonetheless.

With his metaphorical tall tucked between his legs, Fitz emerged from the bathroom to find Olivia, hair in loose waves that framed her perfect face, digging through a first aid kit. She was still mad; he could tell by the way her jaw was set. But he didn't know if he could apologize. He understood that his words hurt her, but seeing her with Ben had hurt, too.

"I have gauze, liquid band aid, and regular band aids, which do you need?"

He pulled the towel away from hand to see that it'd almost stopped bleeding. "Just a large bandage. I'll be okay."

"Great. After all, what good is a heart surgeon with fucked up hands?" She huffed, climbing to her feet and crossing over to where he stood. She undid the bandage and wrapped it around his hand.

His eyes couldn't help but roam as she stood in such close proximity. He studied her body for signs that she was indeed carrying their child. With Tommy, her face became fuller, her lips – if possible – plumper. Watching her body swell with his child induced a dizzying feeling within him the entire time she was pregnant with Tommy.

"Livvie, will you take the test?"

"Will you apologize to me?"

He sighed, rolling his eyes. "I'm not sorry for my reaction. I don't like that man. I don't like him being so close to you and I don't—"

"We were saying good-bye, Fitz. He kissed me on the cheek."

"And that was still too close for me. He—"

"Knows that I'm with you. You're my husband. You're the father of my child – or children. You're…" She walked away from him; arms crossed.

Again, he paid attention to how her body sat. Her hips seemed wider, though it was always possible that it was an illusion caused by her dress.

"And you're doubting my commitment to you. I don't like that," she finished, staring out at the Potomac.

He opened his mouth, ready to defend himself with their separation, but closed his mouth instead. She'd told him about Ben. She hadn't made it a secret and while he was grateful, it still hurt.

"Do you really think I slept with him?" she asked.

The question caught him off guard.

"Do you think I'm lying to you?"

Fitz flexed his fingers, stretching the bandage and considered her words. "No. I don't."

"Then why'd you throw it in my face?"

He sighed, eyes meeting hers as she turned around. "Because I was hurt."

"I'm sorry I hurt you. You hurt me, too, Fitz."

Acknowledging the hurt you've caused is the first step to healing, he could hear their therapist say, once you do that, you can't find a better way through.

"I'm sorry I lashed out at you in anger," he said.

"Do you doubt my commitment to you? Do you doubt that you're this child's father if I am pregnant?"

His answer was assured, fierce. "No."

That seemed to be the magical answer because a small smile pulled across Olivia's face. She walked to where she'd abandoned her jacket and clutch. She seized the clutch and opened it, producing a pregnancy test. His heart fluttered and he nodded.

/

This was the longest five minutes of her life. She sat on the closed toilet while Fitz leaned against the double sinks, shirt untucked, sleeves rolled up, and top buttons undone. They were good. For now. They'd both admitted their wrongs and worked through it together. Come Wednesday, they'd have to rehash this with their therapist, but for now, they were good.

"Whatever this test says, Livvie, please know that I want you to put your health first."

His words caught her off guard. They broke her idle gaze and she dragged her eyes up to meet his. "What?"

"You're thirty-seven, Liv and you have PCOS. This turns a high-risk pregnancy into an even riskier pregnancy. I – I would love for you to have another child, but not if it's going to be a detriment to your health."

Her stomach dropped. The veracity of his words struck her. She'd gone through hell while pregnant with Tommy. The hospital stays, the constant monitoring of her weight, and endless stress nearly knocked her on her ass. She'd been both miserable and happy the entire nine months.

"We have our son and it's important that he has his mother." His voice was thick, pained. Almost as if the words had bunched up against his front teeth and forced themselves out.

Olivia nodded. "If I am pregnant, we'll take every precaution. We'll work with my doctors and…and we'll figure it out, Fitz."

He smiled and then looked down at his watch.

"What time is it?" she asked.

"11:58."

"We're in the two-minute mark to the New Year," she said. "Let's go catch the fireworks over the Potomac."

"But the test—"

"We'll look at it after."

She walked to the windows that pointed out over the Potomac, towards Alexandria. Fitz followed, wrapping his arms around her. She settled against his back and he rested his chin atop her head. He tightened his grip and she sighed in content. Then the sky exploded, filling with lights and color. Olivia shifted in his arms, stretching on her bare tiptoes to reach his mouth, arms sliding around his neck. She poured everything inside of her heart into her kiss, using her tongue to part his lips, eager to find his.

His hands moved down her bare back, his fingers slid over the thin straps that were merely ornamental. They continued downward, over the slope of her ass, and pulled her flush against him.

She broke away from his mouth. "Fitz…"

"I got us this room so we could make love against this window, while the fireworks blared."

Olivia's eyes widened. Despite their many liaisons over the years, they'd never had sex against floor to ceiling windows in full view anyone who dared to look their way. He brought out the exhibitionist in her. Wordlessly, her hands dropped from his neck and moved down to his waist. She unbuckled his belt, undid his buttons, and slid down his zipper. She reached her tiny hand into his boxer and was immediately greeted by his hardness. Wrapping her hand around his dick, she took him out of his boxers and began to stroke him.

His breath hitched, his eyes glassed over and his grip on her ass tightened. She sunk her teeth into her bottom lip, let her eyes flicker over his face, and then wiggled out of his hold, dropping to her knees. She loved to blow him. It was her favorite pastime and something he didn't always let her do. But tonight, he didn't seem to put up any fight as she took him into her right hand and stroked him, gathering the pre-cum that budded and sliding it down his length before her tongue followed. She slid her tongue down the length of his shaft, staring up at him. He pressed his palms to the glass behind her, his head falling forward as he moaned. His moans might've been her favorite sound ever.

She sucked and licked, teased and hummed as she took him into her mouth over and over again. He throbbed in her mouth and cursed above her head. Olivia smiled, left hand finding his right hip as she pulled him closer. He mumbled incoherently and she could tell he was close when his right hand tangled in her hair. Not enough to hurt her, but enough to guide her head where he needed it to go. She increased her pressure, sucked hard and deep, sliding her mouth up and down until, with a guttural cry, he exploded. Cum slipped down her throat, around his dick, and out of her lips. He tasted like a small piece of heaven and his hand loosened in her hair. With a moist pop, she let him go, and stood up, using her fingers to get the cum on her chin.

"Shit, Livvie…shit," he murmured, chest heaving as he opened his eyes.

She reached up and kissed him again, eyes darting around him as a few more fireworks cracked the sky.

"Come here." He reached for her, but she wiggled out of his hold and headed for the bathroom.

Her eyes met her reflection in the mirror, and she laughed, looking at the front of her dress to see she'd gotten his cum on it. Her hair was wild; and she turned on the sink, bending down to gather some to rinse her chin and mouth of what she hadn't swallowed.

Seconds later, she could feel his hands on her hips, tugging her tight against him. "Why'd you run in here? You can't blow me like that and then take off." His already erect dick pressed against her ass.

"You've turned me into Monica Lewinsky," she joked, ushering to the top of her dress as his hands trailed down to the dress clad juncture between her legs. "Fitz…we…need… to… look…fuck," she moaned as he worked on her clit through the material of her dress. Listening to him moan had already lit a fire underneath her and she was truly ready to be fucked, hard and long against the bathroom counter. But the test…they needed to look at the test before it was faulty. "The test, Fitz…" she managed to say, her hand holding his still against her clit.

His eyes met hers in the mirror and his fingers flexed under hers, pulling away. Together, they both looked towards the test that rested on the counter next to the first sink, maybe a foot or two away from them.

"Don't. Move." He instructed and she nodded. He reached over, grabbed the test and brought it up for them both to see.

It was positive.

She was pregnant.

"I'm pregnant!"

Tears pricked the corner of Olivia's eyes. Her heart leapt in her chest. Despite Fitz's order to not move, she did. She shifted in his arms, reaching up to find his lips. The kiss was chaste, wet from her tears.

"I'll make an appointment with my gynecologist Thursday," she cried happily. She could see tears gloss over his eyes, too. "And from there, we'll weigh our options," she hummed.

Fitz nodded and in one short move, swept her into his arms. They made their way to the queen-sized bed. He set her down, peeling off his dress shirt. Olivia sat up, slipped her halter over her head and shimmed out of the long dress. She kicked it to the floor, resting on her knees in front of Fitz in only a lace thong and brown pasties; it didn't take long before those were gone, too. In seconds, Fitz's face was between her thighs, teeth grazing over her clit, tongue slipping between her folds. Her back bucked and she cried out, the haze of the day getting to her. She felt dizzy, but a good dizzy. The dizzy that reminded her of the carelessness of childhood. When it didn't matter which way was up and which was down.

He brought her to the edge of an orgasm but stopped short. She frowned as he slithered up her body, stopping at her stomach. He pressed a chaste kiss to her stomach before continuing his way up until he was drawing her tongue into a slow, languorous kiss.

Olivia pulled away, pushing at his chest. He got the hint and pulled back just enough for her to scurry out of his touch. She crossed the room, naked as the day she was born, and made her way over to the windows, leaning her bare ass against the cool glass.

"You had a fantasy, daddy. Who am I to deny you?" she cooed, heart beating like wildfire spreading across a barren plain.

She watched as a wolfish grin spread across his face and in seconds, he was on her, wrapping her legs around his waist and sliding into her. She held onto his shoulders, grasping desperately to his already slick skin as he pounded into her relentlessly. She sighed and moaned, heels digging into the backs of his thighs as he used his left hand pressed to the glass to steady himself. He stretched her, pressed inside of her, and touched every spot she needed until with a loud, guttural moan, muffled only by his shoulders as she looked to hold onto something. Seconds later, he was right behind her, ass tightening as he came, filling her with a welcomed warmth. Sweaty and spent, she rested her forehead against his until she felt his knees grow weak. They slid to the plush carpet, limbs still entangled, and him still inside of her. He laid her on her back, hovering over her.

Olivia smiled as their eyes met. She reached up to traced the lines around his eyes and laughed. "Do you have a daddy kink I don't know about? That really set you off."

It was Fitz's turn to laugh as he caught her hand in his, bringing it to his lips. "Do you have a voyeur kink I don't know about? First the blowjob and then the fuck. If you weren't already married to me and pregnant with my kid, I'd be putting a ring on it tomorrow."

They shared a small, yet tired laugh between them.

"I love you, Fitz. Happy New Year."

"I love you, too, baby. Happy New Year."