Liv has been so excited, and for once it is not about Fitz or the thought of him. It's about her childhood best friend coming to town, Rochelle. Harrison pegged them as the Trouble Twins. Liv was Trixie and Rochelle was Roxie. She hasn't seen her in 10 years. Rochelle married early, became an Marine wife and moved to Japan where her husband did his first tour and second tour. Now, Rochelle might be coming back to the states for good. They had the best of times growing up and it's wonderful having her back even for a short time. They are in Liv's apartment eating chinese takeout, sipping expensive red wine.
"I can't believe you have 3 kids already," Liv says to Rochelle.
"Sometimes I can't believe it either. I call them the little crumbsnatchers. They eat me out of the house and home. They are yelling and screaming all day. They tear up everything they put their little fingers on and I love every second of it. When the house is too quiet I put the television on something loud so I can feel normal," Rochelle laughs.
"I can't imagine it," Liv says. She can't imagine the child life that Rochelle is describing. Rochelle was always the influencer. Rochelle was the last candidate she'd think would ever be the mother of 3 kids type .
Rochelle laughs, "You can't imagine what," Liv asks.
"I don't know, you, Roxie, with 3 kids," Liv answers.
Rochelle smiles, "Neither could I. I mean I nearly fell out of my chair when you told me Harrison. The Harrison Pope was getting married. Pigs really do fly."
"Well we are all shocked about that but you know what I mean. You used to sneak out of class to smoke cigarettes and then weed, which you made me do once," Liv explains.
"Liar, you did it more than once," Rochelle laughs. "I never made you smoke weed. You wanted to smoke weed and for a brief time you loved it."
"And for a brief time I forgot my ass would literally be grass if my parents ever found out," Liv chuckles.
"I love your parents," Rochelle says.
"I love them too. Did I ever tell you I caught them smoking pot one night?" Liv says.
"Get the hell out of town. Your father, Elijah Pope, the hell and highwater of the entire neighborhood was smoking pot. Your mom always struck me as the rebel type," Rochelle says.
"They went to my dad's high school reunion and came back with two joints and were smoking it. Apparently my dad was a rebel too," Liv laughs.
Rochelle takes a sip of her wine, "Damn I would have paid to see that."
"So your perfect husband took the kids to his parents in Detroit for a visit so you could visit me," Liv questions.
"Yes, his parents were dying to get their hands on them and Jeff thought it would be good for me to get away for a few days and I agree. Plus we have a real decision to make about what we are going to do next. I needed a few days with my girl and see how she was doing."
Liv shakes her head, "I am fine."
"Are you?" Rochelle asks.
Liv pours another glass of wine, "I am fine. Don't I look fine."
"You look fine. In fact, you look great but you don't feel great. Now I know you've been telling me bits and pieces about everything. I can't wait to meet this Fitz in person. What's going on with his dearly departed wife?" Rochelle asks.
Liv almost sprays her wine all over Rochelle and the couch, "She's not dead Roxie."
"She might as well. This bitch sounds like she needs to be handled. Why haven't you handled her yet?"
"Because right now I am more concerned with keeping my job and my license. I have to fight one battle at a time," Liv answers.
Rochelle nods, "And then you are going to cut her ass."
They both break out into laughter. Liv stops laughing to take a long, self-reflective, and aware pause, "She's out for my blood."
"Well the clean up woman took her man. I guess I would be pissed too if I had a fine man like that to lose. I mean I know I've only seen a few photos but damn he's fine."
Liv is immediately blushing and she can't stop smiling, "Yes he is," Liv confirms.
"Well she should have kept that man's fire stoked in and out of the bedroom. It's not your fault he went looking for matches elsewhere," Rochelle concludes.
"I was their doctor," Liv reminds her.
"Who followed protocol. It's going to be okay Trix. It really is. I don't know why I think it is. But I think it is."
Liv lets out a breath, "I just hate she is using his own children against him. She's taken to questioning if I was around when they come for the weekend. And they are such good kids. He doesn't deserve that."
"You don't deserve her behavior either. Now she's catching hell and she wants everyone to catch it with her," Rochelle answers.
"I am going to get some hell from the board from it. I am sure.. I am ready for that. But I don't want her hunt for my blood to ruin my name. She's not above doing that."
"It's women like her that bark the loudest and she probably has the most bones buried in their backyard. You just have to find them," Rochelle says.
"When did you become the wise one?" Liv asks.
"After you push three babies out of your pee hole, you become clear about a lot of things. That shit hurts," she laughs.
Liv laughs. She's missed her friend. It's good to laugh with her. She pauses again, "I thought I was pregnant," she blurts.
"Really?"
"Really?"
Rochelle sits up, "But, false alarm obviously."
"Yes, false alarm. I have just been under so much stress about Mellie and the licensing board and afraid about that. And then I was late and I freaked out. "
"What did Fitz say?" Rochelle asks.
"Well, I didn't tell him until after but of course he was going to be happy. I don't know. I never thought I was the mothering type."
"You have always been the mothering type girl," Rochelle assures her.
"I told Fitz we had to curve the sex. We couldn't keep having sex the way we were," Liv laughs.
"Girl you actually suggested letting good dick go to waste. I have never heard of such a thing. I mean I am assuming it's a good dick. You always try to be so secretive about that stuff. But when you say his name, your eyes grow like saucers. It's gotta be good."
Liv throws her head back laughing. She can't deny anything Roxie is saying but she wants to keep the details of Fitz and his superpowers all to herself, "It's very good and that's all I am going to say."
"Oh come on, juicy details. Have you two ever done it in a public place?" Rochelle asks.
Liv pushes her arm playfully. "No, we've never done that. Why would we?"
"Because if you can pull it off it's so freaking awesome. That's why!"
"Anyway," Liv waves, trying to change the subject.
"You told me all about you and Curtis the first time, the second time, and the third time," Rochelle reminds her.
"This is different. This is not high school and…"
Rochelle studies her face, "You are in real love aren't you. You are completely in love with him."
"I can't explain. It was just there. I was curious about sex with Curtis. I was never in love with Curtis. I was in high school. With Stephen I thought he was the complete in love package and I loved him. But Fitz made me see the difference in so many things . It's nothing I ever felt before.I feel him on skin when he's not even close to me. I feel him inside of me when he's not even there. I feel his breath on the back of my neck sometimes like a warm breeze, when he's not around." Liv says as she takes a, I finally got it out breath. Rochelle is staring at her, flickering her eyes. Liv notices, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Damn, it's not just a good dick. It must be like a NASA dick or something. Is it astronomical? Do you see stars?" Rochelle laughs.
Liv shakes her head, "Shut up. I am not having this conversation with you."
"Come on, you just told me you feel that man inside you when he's not even there. God, you walk around orgasmic all the time. That's some magic shit there," Rochelle finishes.
Liv is blushing and laughing all at the same time. She stops, not knowing exactly how to say it. "I did cry," she says softly.
"Cried when?" Rochelle asks.
Liv buries her face in her hands, "Almost every time we make love."
"Damn….," Rochelle rolls slowly off her tongue. "I mean like a few droplets of tears or just full on wails."
"It's sometimes just full on tears or it just feels so good, the tears just fall. I feel like I am completely nuts with him. I feel like I am completely losing my mind." Just as Liv says this, her doorbell rings. Liv looks at her watch. She knows it could only be someone in the building. "Who could that be?" She says as she gets up to go toward the door.
"It's probably Astro Dick," Rochelle answers, going to the door with her. Mostly to be nosy as protective. Liv looks through the peephole and immediately a smile splashes across her face. Rochelle can tell from the smile who it must be. "Yep, it's him."
Liv opens the door and before she can say anything, Fitz sweeps her into a kiss. Rochelle decides not to interrupt. She wants to examine this man that has her oldest and dearest friend completely crazy. The kiss is sloppy and wet and full of urgency. They are moaning into each other. Rochelle can see the tongues working. She swats Liv's bottom to bring her back to earth. Liv tries to let go, "Fitz," she whispers.
Fitz doesn't want to let go, "Mmmm," he says.
Before Liv can answer, Rochelle comes into view. "Hello!"
Fitz looks out of the corner of his eye. He let's go. "Hello," he answers. He looks back at Liv, "Hi!"
Liv turns into her uncontrolled giggle box when she is around him. "Hi," she smiles.
"I had to give my girl a goodnight kiss," Fitz says.
"Is that so?" Liv blushes.
"Yes, I wanted you to go to bed thinking about me and my lips," he winks.
"Trust me, she thinks about it," Rochelle giggles as Liv smacks her arm.
"Forgive my manners. I am Fitzgerald Grant and you must be Rochelle Jenkins," Fitz says as he holds out his hand to shake hers.
"That would be me. It is so nice to finally meet you," she says shaking his hand back and then she gives Liv a wink.
He looks back at Liv, "What does she mean about you thinking about it?"
Liv pushes Rochelle, "She doesn't mean anything. She talks too much."
"Are you coming in? We are just having wine and Chinese take-out," Rochelle says.
"No, you two haven't seen each other in a long time. I don't want to intrude," Fitz says as he passes Liv a single rose. The note simply reads, I love you. It's gonna be a long weekend without you.
Rochelle grabs his hand, "It is no intrusion. I have been dying to meet you," she says as she leads him into the living room. Liv rubs her temples, following them into the living room. She finds a vase to put the single rose in on the way.
Rochelle gets comfy on the couch, pulling Fitz as close to her as he can. "Don't mind me, I have to be in your space. I have to figure you out."
"Oh my God would you stop embarrassing me," Liv says.
"I think I can handle it," Fitz answers.
"She's worried I am going to tell you something really embarrassing about her. You know, like how the first time she had sex with Curtis was a clusterfuck. She tore 4 condoms cause she was so nervous trying to put it on Curtis," Rochelle chuckles. "Or, I could tell you how I taught her how to practice a banana. She was too shy to ever try it though.."
Liv gets up, "That's it. It is way past your bedtime," Liv protests. She looks at Fitz, "And you need to go too."
"I am not nearly finished and I am definitely not tired," Rochelle laughs.
"I am enjoying myself and I am definitely not tired either," Fitz says to Liv. He looks back at Rochelle, "You taught her very well with the banana. I guess I should thank you!"
Rochelle looks over at Liv surprised. She's almost shocked. "You slut! You finally did it." She looks over at Fitz, "All that crying you made her do made her want thank you."
"She told you about the crying," Fitz smiles.
Liv just sits frozen in her own fear and embarrassment. "I am sitting here. I can hear everything."
Rochelle pouts, "Okay! We will stop." She looks at Fitz who is staring at Liv. There it is. She can see it. She can see what Liv is talking about. The way he looks at her and you can see all the words in his stare. Rochelle feels like she shouldn't even be there. "So Mr. Grant, you've put a smile on her face I don't think I've ever seen before."
Fitz never takes his eyes off of Liv, "I aim to please her."
"Astro," Rochelle says under her breath.
"What?" Fitz says.
"Nothing," Liv answers. She looks at Fitz, "Baby, don't you have to go?"
Fitz puts up his feet, crossing them. He looks at his watch and then down at the table, surveying the open Chinese boxes. "I love Sweet & Sour Pork and Mongolian Beef," he says as he finds some chopsticks and starts to eat.
"I like him," Rochelle laughs.
Fitz looks at Rochelle, "What else can you tell me about my very sexy, very beautiful and very talented wife…" He stops himself, looking surprised by the slip. Rochelle and Liv look at each other surprised. "Girlfriend," he corrects. He looks at Liv, "You will be my wife someday." All of Liv's insides turn into mush.
Rochelle can see the flush on Liv's face, "Will I have to do a panty spot check?"
"I am seriously going to kill you. I am going to kill you," Liv shakes her head.
Ftiz is eyeing Liv. He's no doubt undressing her with his eyes. He sucks the sweet and sour sauce off his fingers. "I mean if it must be done. I think I am the only man that's qualified for the job," Fitz flirts.
Liv looks around, "What cosmic universe have I fallen into? And who put you two together."
Rochelle and Fitz laugh. Rochelle wants to get back down to business. "Speaking of wives, what are we going to do about your ex-wife? She's causing my girl too many problems." Rochelle asks.
Fitz knows she's serious. "I am working every angle with my guys. I know my wife just hates to lose. That's the lawyer side of her. So I know she will stop at nothing to punish her for it as long as she wins."
"There's not much I can do from Germany," Rochelle says looking at Liv, "If we move there but I'll go kick her ass while I'm here," Rochelle announces. She then realizes it might be a little offensive, "I am sorry. I know she's the mother of your children."
"Yes she is but she's also very devious. I know my ex-wife very well. I know how she can be," Fitz starts. He looks over at Liv, "I am going to protect you." He looks at Rochelle, "I am going to protect her. You don't have to worry about her. She's and my children are my first priority."
Rochelle grows heart eyes for this guy her bestie has fallen so in love with. Rochelle decides to ask a surprising question. She looks at him. "You dated a sister in the past didn't you? Let me guess, briefly in college. You knocked boots a few times and you liked it."
"You are so damn nosy," Liv rolls her eyes.
"I did," Fitz confesses. Liv stretches her eyes. Now her imagination is running wild with questions. "We," he clears his throat, "Knocked boots a few times. I assume that's a metaphor for sex." He charms with that crooked smile.
"You never told me that," Liv says.
"We never talked about my college years or quests," Fitz grins crookedly.
"Clearly we need to," Liv grins back.
"The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice," Rochelle adds.
"She was cute. She was in one of my engineering classes. She was smart as a whip and I liked that. We got along good but I knew I couldn't bring her home. I knew she wasn't going to be Grant approved at the time. She wanted to meet my family and I wanted her to but I didn't want the problems that would come along with it at the time."
"So what's different now?" Rochelle asks.
"I'm a grown man. I have my own company that has nothing to do with my father's company or company name. I don't have the old regime to impress. So…"
"I really really like you," Rochelle says.
Fitz laughs, "So I passed the test?"
"You sure did," Rochelle smiles.
Fitz gets up, going over to the love seat Liv is sitting on, "What are you doing?" she asks.
"Nothing," he says with a smile as he scoops her up, plops down on the seat, placing her on his lap.
She giggles as they peck each other's lips. "You are putting on a show," Liv whispers into his mouth. Rochelle has never seen her friend this way and she likes it.
"Only for you," he kisses back.
"I want the second phone call when he pops the question," Rochelle says to her.
"Who is the first phone call?" Fitz asks.
"My mother," Liv laughs. She scrapes her fingers through his hair, "Which lucky for you she loves you and thinks you are hot."
Rochelle laughs, "You are hot. We can't disagree with that."
"I am feeling very objectified here," Fitz says.
"I am going to step out for a second, try to still have your clothes on when I come back," Rochelle chuckles as she disappears down the hallway.
Liv laughs. She looks at him, feeling the sting of the conversation she had earlier with Rochelle. She lowers her voice, "Is she going to let you have the kids this weekend?"
He strokes her cheek, "Yes! She knows you have plans and won't be around. I'll have them."
Liv drops her head, "I am sorry Fitz."
"Stop being sorry. The kids aren't dumb, you know that. They know why she is doing this and they don't like it. It doesn't help that they keep telling her how much they like you."
Liv looks surprised, "No, they don't."
"Yes they do. They really do like you and thinks their mother is being mean but it's gonna be okay," he says to her as he nuzzles her neck. "I really do like you too," he says as his hand is traveling up her thigh.
Liv starts to laugh, "We can't finish this you know."
He starts to kiss her, "I don't think Rochelle would care."
"No she wouldn't," Liv laughs. "But you know how loud we can be."
"That's the best," he smiles as he places another kiss on her. "Can I have a real kiss?" He asks.
"We already kissed goodnight and you have to go before I can't let you go," Liv says, trying to avoid his lips.
"But that one was interrupted," he explains as he tries to part her lips with his tongue. "Can I?" He asks again as she falls into the kiss, tugging his bottom lip into her mouth. He's holding her thigh tight as their kiss is making them moan.
"Mmm you taste like dinner," Liv laughs.
"Is that a good thing?" Fitz asks.
"That's a very good thing," Liv answers as she buries her lips onto his earlobe, sucking gently.
"Come on Livvie, you know. Mmmm...you know," he tries to explain. Liv giggles. She knows that is his soft spot, his ears.
"What's wrong?" She smiles as she watches him squirm.
"How about you sneak up to my place after she goes to sleep?"
Before Liv can answer they hear, "I am coming back. Is everyone's clothes on?"
Liv and Fitz laugh, "Clothes are on," Liv answers as Rochelle returns.
"I am going to go so I can take a cold shower so I can try to sleep alone tonight," Fitz says as he gets up.
Liv rolls her eyes, "You are terrible," Liv says leading him to the door.
Fitz turns to Rochelle, "It was really nice to meet you and don't worry about her," Fitz says as he grabs Liv by the waist. "She is in good hands."
"I bet she is," Rochelle winks. "It was really nice to meet you too.
Fitz stops, turning to Liv in the doorway. "Have a good night. Sleep well," he smiles as he locks her into a kiss. Naturally they let their tongues do the work as Rochelle looks away
Liv moans into him, "You too."
Rochelle breaks the mood, "Fitz do you know what one of the strongest muscles in the body is?"
Fitz laughs, "Yes I do actually, the tongue."
"Is that true?" Rochelle asks.
Fitz gives a devilish smile, "Ask her," he responds as he looks in Liv's direction and leaves.
Liv drops her head to the door. "You have no shame."
"That's why I am always here for you, to shame you," Rochelle responds as they start cleaning the food off of the table. She looks at Liv in the most seriousness she's had all night, "He loves you Trixie. He loves you a lot."
Liv smiles, "I know he does."
"And you love him so much he scares you," Rochelle answers.
"Yeah it's like he can't be real but he is."
"I am not worried about you. He's going to take care of you. You've got a keeper for sure."
Liv smiles, "I know."
"Just a general observation," Rochelle says.
"What is that? Although I am scared to know," Liv says.
"Three inches or a yard, rock hard, or sagging," Rochelle says.
Liv's first reaction is to laugh uncontrollably, "I am definitely not answering that. I am going to bed. You should be tired too."
"Come on Liv, give me this moment. Although judging from that walk he has, Vanilla Bean is working with something," Rochelle says going after her.
"I am not giving you this moment. You told my boyfriend that I tore 4 condemns trying to use them the first time I lost my virginity. You told him that you taught me how to practice oral on a banana. I am not answering how long his penis is.."
Rochelle rolls her eyes. "Fine! Next questions. Is his tongue as strong as I think it is?"
"You are still the freakiest woman I know," Liv says going into her room.
"I bet he brings out the freak in you too. Come on...is it strong?"
Liv stops, standing in front of her door, "It's magical," Liv answers as she hurriedly closes her door, leaving Rochelle on the other side to beg for more juicy details.
"Shit, now I need measurements for sure," Rochelle yells through the door.
"I love you, good night freak!" Liv answers as she goes to bed.
"I love you too. I will get the answer, someday!" Rochelle says as she goes to bed.
Liv takes a nice hot shower, changing into her pajamas. She grabs her phone, sending Fitz a text, You awake!
Fitz: Of course I am, waiting to hear your voice
Liv dials him immediately. "Hi," she says.
"Hi!" Fitz answers
"How was your shower?" She asks.
Fitz sits up on his pillows. He's completely naked lying in bed. "It was cold. It was way too cold.".
"Poor baby did it help?" Liv asks.
"No, I helped myself," Fitz answers.
Liv can't help but laugh, "You did not."
"Why not? My girlfriend denied me and now I am lying here butt naked, horny, hard and nowhere to aim," Fitz says.
Liv's eyes widen, "You are not naked."
"Come see for yourself," Fitz teases.
"You know I can't. It wouldn't be right and I have a guest. I can't ditch her to have sex. Plus you are teasing me and that's so wrong." Fitz doesn't say anything. He instead answers with a photo. She sees there is a picture message and presses it to see him lying in bed, indeed naked.
He hears the gasp in her throat, "All of this going to waste." Liv is silent. "Right you now are probably biting your lip wishing you were here."
"I hate you and no I don't wish I was there," Liv protests.
"You are lying . You so wish you were here. Rochelle doesn't seem like the type that would be offended if you ditched her for sex. She might be proud of you," Fitz says.
"She might," Liv answers as she is now trying to find a shirt dress to throw on. Instead she finds a knee length coat to wear. She throws it on and ties.
"Since I had to help myself, why don't you?"
Liv stops, "What?"
"Come on, while I am on the phone. We haven't had phone sex but once," Fitz suggests. Liv is slowly going down the hall. Rochelle's light is off. She figures it is safe to sneak out. She takes the keys and starts heading for the elevator. "What do you say?" Fitz says.
"I don't know. What if we get loud?" Liv says cheekily as she gets on the elevator.
"Then we get loud," Fitz answers. Her phone starts to go out. He doesn't know she's on her way to him. "Livvie," he says over and over. He hangs up and dials her phone again, no answer. Then he hears his door. He jumps out of bed, forgetting he doesn't have on any clothes. He gets to the door to find his Livvie standing there. Her coat dropped to the floor. She's still in her heels and naked. "Livvie," he says.
"You told me to help myself," she answers as she walks toward him. "I decided to help myself to you," she finishes as she stands in front of him in all her caramel glory.
"What are you going to do with me?" He asks as she pushes him to the wall. Damn she's sexy in just a pair of heels to him. She drops down and takes him in her mouth. "Livvie," he tries to say but his words fail.
Liv sucks his tip hard then soft, then hard. She releases, "You want me to stop."
"Hello no," he answers quickly. She laughs as she grabs a hold to his base taking him in deeper. She licks his length over and over which drives him insane because her tongue feels so good on him. He's swelling in her mouth and she knows she's making him feel good. She's massaging his balls as she sucks him slowly feeling every vein. She begins to moan which turns him on even more. "Right there baby, right there. Shit...yes," he encourages. She doesn't slow down the pace. She wants him and she's letting him know it. His palms are pressed into the wall. He's close to scratch the paint right off. He doesn't know how much longer he can hang on. "Baby...I….fuck...I don't know...if I can...fuckkkkkkkkk," he yells. This makes her chuckle. He pulls her up, picking her up, bringing her into his bedroom. "I want you right now," he says with hooded eyes.
He throws her on the bed. She tries to take off her heels. "Leave them on," he says as he spreads her legs open. She's wet. "How do you want it?" He asks in a tone she's never heard from him before.
"I want it good," she answers. He raises her leg over his shoulder, kissing the inside of her in-step, slowing move up the inside of her leg. The anticipation alone is killing her. "Fitz," she utters. He keeps going until he slowly drops to his knees. He pulls her to the edge of the bed, biting and licking her skin as his lips make its way to her core. The moment his lips meet hers, she sighs, "Yessssss!" He starts to eat her out like a hungry man. She locks her thighs around his neck and head as he heels gently scratches his skin.
He's moaning from the taste of her sweet nectar. Her heels are moving up and down his back. The feeling is painful and perfect, all at the same time. He's sucking her clit and licking her. He's spelling his name on her. "You are mine baby, mine!" He looks up and says to her. She can't speak, just feel, she nods in agreement as she falls back on the bed. The grip she has on his hair is tighter than a death grip but he loves it. "Ahhhhh," she yells. She's finally kicked off her shoes. He digs his tongue in deeper and deeper, hitting her spot, he knows how she likes his lick, when he uses the flat of his tongue. "Oh...God…." she breathes.
He knows she's close but he releases her and flips her on her stomach. She's surprised by the action. "Get on your knees," he says. She doesn't ask any questions. She doesn't ask any questions. She gets on her knees crawling up to the pillows. He lines himself up and enters her and starts to thrust into her. Her head is buried in the pillow as he plows deep inside her. She's grabbing the pillows, chanting his name in pure ecstasy. "Yes...Yes...Yes..!" she screams out.
"Is it good?" Fitz says as she kisses the curve of her back.
She's sobbing in delight, "Yes.."
He spanks her with each thrust. The more he pumps her the more she meets him with her thrust. They are both moaning. They are grunting in song. "You feel so good," Liv says highly.
Fitz is going hard. The emotion in his eyes is different from any other time, "I love you," she says out of breath as he thrusts.
"Mmm," Liv says as she is moving her head from side to side. Her body is in overload. "I….I love you."
Fitz is close. She is close. With a few more thrust they both come and their release is explosive. He drops his head on to her back, still holding her by the waist, kissing her back. "Marry me!" he says out of breath.
"What?" Liv says as he pulls out and she falls on to her back. He falls besides her.
"You heard me," he says, still trying to catch his breath.
"Fitz we can't get married, not right now."
"No, we can't. I know we can't. But I told you earlier. We are going to get married someday and I want you to know how serious I am."
Liv strokes his cheek, "I know you are. We don't have to rush into marriage. Plus, clearly tonight I learned there's a lot I don't know about you. What was her name in college?"
"Who's name?"
"The girl you were knocking boots with," Liv says as she traces his chest.
"Her name was Lydia and she was a long time ago. The only beautiful black woman I care about right now is the one laying beside me naked and sexy. The one I want to say yes to my abnormal proposal. The one that I want to be mine forever," Fitz says as he kisses her shoulder.
She rests her head on his, "I am yours. No matter what."
He pulls her into a slight kiss, "I know that. Just say yes."
"And then what?" Liv asks.
"And then we have a secret that no one else knows. We are engaged."
Liv smiles, "Can we get past Mellie first? Then we can talk about marriage and me moving in here."
"We are going to get past Mellie," he says assuredly.
"It's not a secret if I wear a ring," Liv says.
"Then you won't wear a ring. We can be engaged until you are ready. I just want you...I want you to.."
"Okay," she interrupts him.
"Okay what?" he asks.
"I'll marry you, someday soon," she answers.
"Is that a yes?" He asks.
"Oh my God! I can't believe you," she laughs. "Yes, it's a secret yes."
He rolls on top of her, "We need to celebrate."
"I need to get back to my apartment," she laughs.
"She's asleep," he says as he starts to kiss her down her neck.
"What if she needs something?"
"She's a big girl she can figure it out," he says as he catches her nipple in his teeth.
"Oh...that feels good," she says.
"You still want to go home?" He asked cheekily.
"I guess I could stay another 20 minutes...okay 2 hours," she concedes.
"Good," he answers as he spends the next 20 minutes worships his fiancee's body and then he makes love to her before she sneaks back to her apartment.
It's the next afternoon. Liv took the day off to spend with Rochelle and take a breather. She's never had a chance to meet Abby and Sonja, so she gets to meet them at lunch for the first time.
"So Rochelle, what can you tell us about young Liv that we don't know yet?" Abby asks.
"Yes, she's always Ms. Goody Two Shoes. Please give us something to hold over her head," Sonja says.
"She is forbidden to say anything about me. She said enough embarrassing things to Fitz last night that I'll never be able to live down," Liv protested.
"Is that why you snuck out last night for a booty call and you walking like you got a long stick stuck inside you?" Rochelle says.
"What? You snuck out for a booty call," Sonja says.
Liv has no defense. She gives Rochelle the playful death stare. "What are you talking about?"
"Liv, did you go upstairs to the penthouse for a play date with ?" Abby asks.
"I am not walking funny," Liv says to Rochelle.
"Girl, you are walking like you have a limp. He gave it to you good," Rochelle observes.
"Okay get up. Do the walk of shame." Sonja says.
"I am not," Liv says all flushed.
"Naughty," Abby says.
"He was looking at her like he want to fuck her right there in the living room. I wasn't sure I was going to have to go take a long walk or not. I heard her when she came back and then she tried to act like she hadn't been anywhere."
Liv drops her head, "I should have known you were awake."
"He has you whipped," Sonja adds.
"She has him whipped too," Rochelle defends.
"Okay can we talk about something other than my sex life," Liv says.
"No, your sex life is very interesting these days. It sure wasn't with Jake Little Dong Ballard," Rochelle says as Abby and Sonja both spit out their drinks in reaction to her description of Jake.
"We have something in common, we all hate Jake," Abby says.
They all start to laugh as Liv has gotten quiet for a moment. Sonja notices it. "Liv, you okay?"
"He asked me to marry him last night," Liv spurts.
"What?" Abby screams.
"Are you kidding me?" Sonja answers.
"Damn! The sex was that good. He proposed," Rochelle says. "I mean I guess I shouldn't be surprised. He called you his wife last night."
"I told him it's too soon to be thinking about marriage. We just got out of divorces and we need to deal with Mellie before we think that far."
"Bullshit," Rochelle says.
"How is that bullshit? It's all the truth," Liv says.
"It is the truth but you know eventually you are going to marry him. It's just a matter of timing," Abby says.
"I agree with Abs on this one. You are going to marry him someday and your marriage was over long before Fitz. Fitz's marriage was over long before he met you," Sonja adds.
"You guys are walking me down the aisle already," Liv shakes her head.
"What did you tell him?" Rochelle asks.
"I told him someday," Liv says.
"Well he knows that already Liv," Abby answers.
"I told him we can't walk around engaged right now with my job hanging in the balance. It just won't be a good look," Liv continues.
"And he said," Sonja asks.
"He said we can be secretly engaged and that I will be his wife and we can be engaged however long it takes to be engaged," Liv answers.
"And you said," Rochelle asks.
Liv looks away, trying to avoid eye contact. "I told him yes I would be secretly engaged to him."
They all start to scream.
"Oh my God! Would you all shut up?" Liv implores. "We are not getting married soon."
"So what? You are going to be marrying the right guy this time and we are happy for you," Abby says as she jumps over and gives her a hug.
"We are Liv," Rochelle answers.
"Very happy," Sonja says.
Liv just smiles. The weight of what she just admitted and says to them finally dawns on her. There are wonderful knots in her stomach that are scared and excited about the future all at the same time.
Fitz is sitting in his office. He's been trying to get his work done so he can pick up the kids on time. He's got a whole weekend planned for them. It's June and summertime in Chicago is always great to do all the outdoors things. Nora buzzes in to tell him he has a visitor.
"What's up Nora?" Fitz asks.
"Huck is here to see you," she says
"Send him in," Fitz says as he gets up to greet him.
"I know you have the kids this weekend but I found out something important and I think you should know about it," Huck says.
"Is it going to help Liv?" Fitz asks.
"It's going to help you, I guess. I guess in the long run it can help Liv too," Huck tries to explain.
Fitz can see Huck is walking around the issue, "Well what is it? It looks like it is important and you look like you aren't sure you want to tell me."
"I am not sure I do," Huck says.
"Just tell me what the hell it is," Fitz says.
Huck hands him a folder, "These are some emails I found."
"What kind of emails?" Fitz asks.
"They've never changed handles in the years that your wife has been at the firm, so I was able to track back quite a ways."
"And what did you find?" Fitz says.
"Did you know your wife had a previous relationship with Richard Craig at her firm?"
"My ex-wife has a relationship with him now. I knew they flirted a lot before, nothing too serious," Fitz answers.
"If you read the emails you will see what I am talking about. But I also got into her personal emails and that is where things got interesting," Huck says. He wants to get away from it for now. He can only imagine how Fitz will react. "I'll leave you alone to read them."
Fitz is now on alert. "No, stay here," Fitz says. He opens the folder and starts to read. Each email is more eye raising than the next. Huck can tell they are getting to him. And then Fitz reads what no guy wants to read. It's an exchange from Mellie to Richard.
You and I have to stay away from each other for a while. I am pregnant and I don't know what to do. I can't abort this baby. Fitz wants a baby. I shouldn't have slept with you that night, we were both drunk. I know I can't blame the party but I went home and slept with my husband. I mean I don't know. It could be yours and it could be his. We have to keep our distance.
Fitz looks up at Huck. He doesn't know exactly what to say.
"You want me to keep looking," Huck asks.
"Yes, I want you to keep looking," Fitz says through his clenched jaw.
"Okay," Huck says as he quickly goes out.
Fitz takes his glass and throws it across the room. He never expected that. He never expected that of Mellie, even in her deviousness.
Nora runs in, "Are you okay sir?"
Fitz is breathing heavy. She can see the anger on his face. "I am fine Nora. I am fine. Get Antonio on the phone right now."
Nora hurries out, "Yes sir."
Fitz turns and looks back out of his window, contemplating his next move when his phone rings and looks down to see Mellie's mother. He tries to calm down, "Hello!"
"Mellie and the kids were in an accident. They were hit from behind. We are at NorthShore University," she explains.
He hangs up, grabbing his jacket rushing out of the door.
Oh Boy! We are now where we need to be in the story. What's going to happen next? Stay tuned!
