Olivia sat in the waiting room of the free clinic. It had been a day since she found out the news and Maya still hadn't said a word. It was her day off from the hospital and she had a shift at the restaurant at 3pm.
It was just before 12pm.
Her mind had been fried since she found out the news and now she was just following the motions. First, she needed to confirm the pregnancy with an ultrasound. In hindsight, she realized it might have been a good idea to do this before baring her soul to Maya.
She'd been waiting in the crowded waiting room since almost 9 am. She was lucky enough to have decent insurance provided by the hospital but going to her hospital for care meant the entire staff would find out and that wasn't an option.
After waiting another half an hour one of the medical assistants called her name in the waiting room.
Olivia quickly grabbed her purse and went into the examination room down the hall behind the security door. First, her weight and height, pressure and temperature were taken. Then her urine.
After another 15 minutes, a short, round Ob/GYN walked into the room.
"Good afternoon Olivia."
She wore a white lab coat and pink-ish scrubs.
"How are you feeling?" she asked.
"Overwhelmed," Olivia answered.
"Well, your urine confirmed you were pregnant but we'll perform an ultrasound to make sure everything is okay. When was the first day your last period?"
"Oct 15."
"Okay, so that puts you at about-"
"5 weeks and 3 days."
"That's very precise."
"I'm a doctor- well resident but still."
"Oh...what specialty?" she asked.
"Neurosurgery."
"Ugh, neurosurgery- which means your very smart but all the neurosurgeons in my residency program were so damn arrogant. First of all, I wasn't in the surgery so they already thought they were better than all the non-surgical residents."
Olivia chuckled, "trust me, I have to deal with the arrogance and the competition."
The woman laughed as she turned on the ultrasound machine, "what year are you, you have like 7 right?"
"Yeah, I'm in my third year."
"That's not a bad year to have a baby- if you have the support and assuming you plan on bringing the pregnancy to term."
"I do," Olivia said as she pulled up her sweater over her stomach.
"I had mine in my second year but my residency is only 4 years long and no fellowship after and even then it is the hardest thing I've ever done- this gel will be cold."
"I know," Olivia said with a smile that didn't reach her eyes.
The woman spread the gel on Olivia's stomach and slid the probe from side to side.
A small dot in a sea of black and white was visible on the screen.
Olivia stared at the screen, trying to digest the fact that she was growing a life inside of her. It was hard to find joy in the situation. Her first time wasn't supposed to be like this. She was supposed to be supported, Maya was supposed to be by her side, performing the duties of a doting grandma. Her baby's dad should be there at the first ultrasound, being overprotective and excited. She should be excited but she only felt dread and fear about the new life that would be depending on her. She was terrified about what that meant for her career. Without support how could she work at a job that required at least 100 hours a week? A job that couldn't maintain her bills.
She was beginning to think about switching her neurosurgery specialty to something easier, possibly general surgery with a fellowship year. If she chose to do this she would still have 3 years left that was too much.
All her decisions had to wait until she was out of the first trimester. Once the chance of miscarriage dropped significantly, then she could begin to plan.
There were other things she had to think about, like how on earth she would find a way to tell Fitz and what his reaction would be. After her fight with Maya, she couldn't handle it if he was the same or worse.
"You're exactly 5 weeks and 3 days and since everything looks good I'll prescribe you some prenatals and you should be good to go. I'll schedule a follow-up for 1 month."
"Okay," Olivia said, snapping out of her train of thought, "thank you."
She made it on time for her shift but her mind was still elsewhere. She left work at 9pm which was as late as she was willing to work and after everything that happened, it was easy for her manager to agree.
She reached home almost 10 pm and Maya was in the kitchen making herself hot tea.
"Mom?" Olivia called as she stood in the kitchen.
Maya didn't respond as she took her tea and headed to her bedroom.
Olivia let out a breath, "of course, ignore the knocked-up whore." she said sarcastically.
Maya stopped for a moment when she heard the words but then continued on.
After a quick shower, she crawled into bed for her shift at 6 am.
The next morning she woke early for work. After scrubbing in on an early morning clipping of a brain aneurysm, Olivia walked to the breakfast cart at the front of the hospital lot to grab a donut and cup of coffee.
She usually drank about 2-3 cups of coffee to get through a long shift but now only one would have to do.
After ordering her donut and coffee she walked to the bench close to the cart and sat outside in the cold November air. She bit into her glazed donut and took a sip of coffee to wash it down.
A man in a dark coat and baseball cap with sunglasses sat beside her on the bench. Olivia didn't notice him until he sat down. He was rather close, considering how much space was on the bench.
Olivia scooted closer to the edge of the seat but the man scooted closer to her.
She looked to him to ask him to move over but didn't get a chance to. Suddenly, the man removed his glasses and she recognized him immediately. It was Jake.
Olivia attempted to get up, immediately, almost robotically, like it was pure instinct but Jake grabbed her arm and pulled her back to the chair.
"Hello Dr. Pope," Jake said, "it's been what? More than a month now."
"If you try anything, I'll scream," Olivia said as she looked around. It wasn't an empty lot. People were standing at the cart, there were workers in the parking lot and if she screamed they would hear.
"I'm not going to do anything- I don't think. Unless you annoy me and you really do know how to annoy me."
"I'm not talking to you. Leave me alone," Olivia said quickly. "She tried to stand again but he stopped her."
"I'm testing a theory-"
"What are you talking about?"
"You see," Jake said as he leaned back, "I've had a falling out with my friend. He practically left me for dead on an airplane tarmac-"
"Don't you mean ex-friend-" Olivia corrected.
Jake smiled but it barely masked his anger, "you really shouldn't piss me off, you really shouldn't. I hate your fucking guts already and the only thing that's stopping me from strangling you with my bare hands is my friendship with Fitz."
"What do you want?" Olivia asked angrily with balled fists.
His threat sounded more vile and disgusting to her now that she was aware of what was growing inside her.
"I know he has someone watching you."
"What?"
"I just need them to come out-," Jake said as he took his baseball cap from his head. "I know it's probably Alesander or Alexy and I'm wondering how long they'll let me sit here before they come over and well once they come over then Fitz will know I'm here and if he knows I'm here then it's only a matter of time before he shows up too. Do you see where I'm going?"
Olivia felt hope if Jake was right and Fitz watching her- if Alesander showed up then she could get in touch with him. She took a moment to register the thought but then the hope faded, Jake was a terrible liar and a horrible human, she couldn't trust what he said.
"I do see where you're going and that sounds like your problem, not mine, and considering what happened last time he saw you, it's good you're close to a hospital."
The moment the last word left her mouth Olivia's pager went off. She stood but Jake pulled her back to the chair.
She pulled in a deep breath the scream-
"Don't scream," Jake said as he reached into his pocket, "you won't like what will happen."
Olivia snatched her arm from him and when she looked up it was Alesander standing in front of them. It was as if he appeared out of thin air.
"Jacob," he said in his deep accent, "let's take a walk."
Olivia's eyes opened wide. She hadn't believed him but Alesander was standing in front of her.
"I need to talk to him," Olivia said.
The words flew out of her mouth before she could stop them.
Jake stood and walked to Alesander.
"Is this what I have to do to get your attention?"
"You're going to wish you hadn't," Alesander said then turned and began walking in the opposite direction. Jake followed.
"I need to talk to him," Olivia said again, louder. "It's important."
Alesander stopped for a moment then continued walking.
She hated when they did that. They acted like statues and took themselves a bit too seriously. Fitz did it sometimes too.
Her pager went off again but if this was her only chance to get in touch with Fitz she had to take it.
"Alesander," Olivia said as she walked towards him.
A black Escalade pulled up to the curb and immediately Olivia panicked. He was leaving.
Jake got into the car first and closed the door behind him then Alesander opened the front door on the passenger side.
"Alesander don't pretend I'm not talking to you."
He got into the front seat and closed the door without a word. The car pulled off and just like that it felt like they were never there.
Her pager went off again with an angry grunt Olivia rushed inside the hospital leaving her donut and coffee on the bench.
When Olivia reached home in the morning she didn't make it to the bed. She plopped down on the couch fully clothed and laid limp.
It couldn't be her only chance to reach out to him. There was a level of comfort that she found in the fact people were watching over her. Jake hadn't been beside her for more than a few minutes before Alesander showed up. Now she knew why Marco hadn't caused any problems for her.
If Alesander was there that meant Fitz ordered him to and if Fitz ordered him to at the very least that meant he cared whether she was safe or not. None of that meant he would be happy about the pregnancy and then Olivia reasoned that maybe he only left them because he had some manic need to win his existential war with Marco.
She fell asleep on the couch as the sun rose.
"Mom, I'm sorry about what I said and about how I said it. I didn't mean to hurt you," Olivia said. Maya had gotten in from work not long ago and now she was cooking herself dinner. It was a Monday night and Olivia had spent most of the day in and out of sleep. It had been over a day since she'd seen Alesander.
Before their fight Maya usually cooked enough for them both and then more for them to bring to work for lunch but now, she only cooked for herself.
"Mom?"
Maya didn't answer.
"So that's it- you won't talk to me."
Maya stirred her stew and tasted a bit of it.
"You're done."
"That's right," Maya finally answered.
"Okay."
"I don't have a daughter anymore. You're not my daughter anymore. I'm done."
"Conditional love, right? When I'm working myself to death and being your perfect daughter you love me but when I make a mistake then I'm dead to you."
Maya shook her head, "it's not conditional love. I still love you. I just don't want to have anything to do with you. I don't want to see you and I don't want to talk to you and since I know it was the criminal who impregnated you, I don't have to worry about anyone taking you anymore."
Olivia nodded, "so if I make it through this pregnancy, would you want to see my baby. Would you be its grandmother?"
It took Maya a moment to answer, "no."
Olivia nodded, "okay." Olivia took a breath, "do you want me to move out? I mean...you can't even look at me and when you do, you look disgusted. It'll be better if I'm gone."
"The rent is $2100 for this small two-bedroom. You can't afford it by yourself and I can't afford it by myself. We don't have to talk to each other, we just have to live together," Maya said.
Olivia nodded again, "okay."
Olivia walked inside her apartment at almost 10pm Tuesday night. Her routine was usually to sleep as soon as possible when she got home. Her shift at the hospital was at 6am, lasting for 24 hours until thanksgiving morning at 6.
All the lights were off and it was dark. Olivia turned on the light in the small foyer at the door and it brightened up the hall and kitchen enough for her to see where she was walking. She slipped off her shoes and noticed Maya's placed neatly against the wall so Olivia knew she was home.
She walked to the kitchen. It was an open kitchen and the first room you would see when you entered her apartment. She dropped her purse on her rickety table and stepped to the kitchen counter. She stood for a moment and took a breath.
The familiar exhaustion was wearing down on her and tears came to her eyes as she tried to contemplate how she would continue to do everything she was doing while also taking care of a baby. Maybe she could defer payments on her student loans for a few years, it was her most expensive bill. If she did that she could manage to quit her job at the restaurant. That seemed like her most viable option although with interest rates it was almost as if all her hard work to pay it off thus far would have been for nothing.
"You're crying," a voice said, smooth and calm.
Olivia jumped when she heard the voice and a scream escaped her lips just barely before she covered her mouth, remembering that Maya was probably asleep in her bedroom.
"The fact that you're standing in your kitchen at 10:02 on a Friday night, crying, tells me that maybe you wish you would have spent a little more time with me."
Olivia's mouth fell open and she wiped her eyes quickly. Her heart rate had sped up exponentially. When she turned she could see his silhouette standing in the living room but it was too dark for her to clearly see his face.
"I have something for you," he said above a whisper. It was so quiet in her apartment that she could hear him perfectly.
He walked closer to her and smiled, "if you want it." Fitz reached his thumb to her cheek and wiped her wet eyes.
She couldn't form a word. After thinking of a million things she would say to him for weeks, absolutely nothing came to her lips, she was blank. It didn't help that he was so calm and collected while she had been an emotional wreck moments earlier and still was.
She also didn't know if he knew about the baby. If he did, she would have hoped he found it important enough to bring it up immediately but as she looked up at him and scanned his face with gentle light from the foyer it was obvious he didn't know.
Fitz pulled her to him and cupped her cheeks as he noticed her hesitation.
"What's wrong?"
She could smell him, a light musky cologne lingered.
As they stood there, Fitz pressed her closer against his chest. He didn't expect her to feel that way in his arms after so much time away.
He looked down at her and after being in the dark for so long he could see her perfectly.
He was on fire now and nothing made sense other than being inside her.
Fitz leaned down and kissed her hungrily then walked her back against the living room wall. Olivia didn't resist. She melted into him.
She was panting and hot and tugging at his pants. Her emotionally exhausting day had disappeared. Her tears were dry and her mind was blank.
She sighed into his mouth then felt Fitz break the kiss and spin her around. He pressed her against the wall and she braced herself. He frantically pushed down her jeans and panties together and stopped when they were halfway down her thighs then he pulled his hard penis out of his sweatpants and widened her legs.
Olivia was on the tips of her toes when she felt him pushing his way into her, stretching her.
She gasped and immediately felt Fitz's hand covering her mouth because they weren't alone.
She grew wetter and wetter by the second to accommodate him.
He moved forward and pulled her ass against him, going deeper into her. His free hand pressed against her thigh holding her in place.
Then he started, fucking her hard against the wall. Every mumble and every cry was muffled by his hand. Her eyes were wet but she wasn't crying.
It was euphoric.
"Fuck," she heard him whisper in her ear.
He'd reached her g-spot and the maddening drumming of the tip of his cock against it sent her into a trembling orgasm.
She heard herself growing louder and louder and when Fitz's hand over her mouth couldn't quiet her he stuffed his fingers into her mouth and she was silent as she shook through her orgasm.
Fitz pressed his fingers against her clit and stiffened behind her and then pulled out, violently emptying himself on her ass with a deep grunt.
She felt a gush of water squirt out of her, dripping down her thighs, and then she felt his cum dripping down her ass.
Olivia was breathless against the wall and she heard Fitz panting behind her.
They stood there for a moment, silent, and then Olivia slowly began to pull her underwear up her legs, they were slightly wet.
Her mind was beginning to come back to her and she realized what she'd done with Maya just a bedroom away.
Fitz stepped back and slipped his sloppy, wet penis back into his pants then he pulled Olivia's jeans up over her ass and took a breath.
Olivia turned around and noticed a smile "come on," he said as he took her hand. Olivia grabbed her purse as he walked her to the door. She quickly slipped on her ugg boots and jacket then followed him out. Her door slam locked behind her.
She was on the second floor. They walked in silence down the hall then down the narrow stairway.
He seemed amused and his eyes watched every move she made. She noticed a large wet spot on his grey sweatpants from where she squirted on him.
They walked out the front doors and Fitz took a few steps to the right of the building. There was a black Mercedes coupe. He pulled a key fob from his pocket and with a beep the doors unlocked.
"It's yours."
"What?" she blurted out. Finally, a word came out and she was thankful.
"Are you hungry?" he asked.
Olivia opened her mouth again but nothing came out. Fitz smiled, "I bet you're hungry."
Fitz waited for a response and after a moment Olivia nodded.
He opened the door on the passenger side, "I'll drive."
Olivia stepped into the car and sat down. Fitz closed the door and walked to the other side. The seats were red leather. The car smelled so new it was as if it were delivered directly from the factory.
Fitz stepped in on the driver's seat and sat down. He pressed the start button and the engine started with a quiet purr.
"Good night Olivia," she heard from a robotic voice as the screen lit up on the dashboard. "It is 10:12 pm and 53 degrees tonight.
"I had that programmed in for you."
Fitz leaned back in the seat and waited for her response. He was every bit as handsome as she remembered.
"I don't know what to say," Olivia said after a while, "when you said you wanted to buy me a car I told you no, and back then I thought you meant a honda."
He chuckled, "yeah well you deserve more than that, don't you?"
Olivia was quiet for a moment.
"What took you so long?"
"I wanted to give you time."
"Time?" Olivia asked, confused.
"To settle back into your life, let things get back to normal and figure out how you felt about everything."
Olivia suddenly got nervous and decided to change the subject.
"I can't take this car."
"Yes, you can. In fact, you will because I've already paid for it and you need a car."
"Everyone will wonder where I got it."
Fitz smiled, "tell them you have an 80-year-old sugar daddy who likes to spend on you, you could tell them the truth, or you could just not care about what they think."
Olivia sighed.
"Come on, let me get you some food."
Fitz reversed and pulled out of the spot. They drove in silence all while Olivia tried to figure out exactly how to tell him. She planned to tell him. There was no way she wouldn't tell him but now she was nervous, his reaction would be everything and as it stood she had no support, not from Maya, she couldn't tell her friends. He would be her only support and if she told him and he decided he wasn't then that was it. She didn't know where to go from there.
She'd spent days imagining all the ways she would tell him but now that he was there it seemed impossible.
It was a 15-minute drive until Fitz came to a stop in front of a large hotel. The sign read "THE FOUR SEASONS." He opened the door and gave the keys to the valet. A hotel valet opened the door on Olivia's side. She unlocked her seatbelt and stepped out.
Fitz waited for her on the curb and when she walked to him he took her hands and two doormen opened the door to the lobby.
They headed to the elevators. Fitz pressed the top floor and the doors closed.
He reached into the pocket of his gray sweatpants and took out the key card for the door. He wore it with a matching gray sweater and a black puff coat. The wet stain was still there.
His hair was perfectly coiffed in the way she remembered it and as she looked up at him he seemed taller than she remembered.
"Oh, you missed it didn't you," Fitz teased. "That was fucking great."
Olivia rolled her eyes and smiled.
The elevator dinged open and they stepped out of the elevator. Fitz led the way down the hall and opened the door to his room.
It was grand, as Olivia expected. There was a large king bed, a sofa, and a dining table in a large open space. The windows were clear glass and showed a view of Boston right from the bedroom. There was an outside terrace with a table setting and hot tub.
Fitz kicked off his shoes by the door and walked to the night table beside his bed and pulled out the room service menu from the drawer and handed it to Olivia.
"Get whatever you want."
Fitz unzipped his jacket and pulled it off his arms and then threw it over the back of the cream-tufted armchair by the bed then he slipped Olivia's bag from her shoulder and placed it on the seat of the chair. He stepped in front of her and unzipped her jacket and pulled it down her arms.
Awkward was insufficient to describe how she felt staring at everywhere but him as he unzipped her jacket then placed it over the chair.
He'd just fucked her senseless in her living room. She would have thought that would help with her nerves but it didn't.
"Have you decided what you wanted to eat?"
Olivia shook her head.
"I ordered the Cobb salad earlier, it has lobster, crab, shrimp, and bacon and it was one of the best things I've ever had."
Olivia nodded.
"That's it, nothing else?' he asked.
"No."
"Get something else, you can't have just a salad for dinner."
"It's late, I don't want heartburn."
"Heartburn?" Fitz said with a chuckle.
He walked to the hotel phone on his nightstand and dialed down for room service.
Olivia walked to the door and pulled off her shoes.
"Can you send up two cobb salads, a dalton burger- medium-rare, hot wings, and truffle fries...oh and churros."
Fitz turned to Olivia., "Do you want dessert?
"No."
"Something to drink?"
"Just water," Olivia said.
"Sparkling water, flat water, and the house beer."
Fitz hung up.
"How long have you been here?" Olivia asked. He seemed very familiar with the menu.
"I got here last night."
"Oh."
"Did Alesander tell you-"
"Of course he did."
"How much did they tell you?" Olivia asked.
"Are you gonna tell me why you were crying?" Fitz asked.
"I asked you first," Olivia said, "I didn't know they were watching me, not until Jake came."
"Why would I leave you alone?"
"We had a big fight- a really big fight that I'm really sorry about. My mom was fine, she had an anxiety attack and my friend Abby admitted her for observation."
"No- don't apologize. I should've told you she was in the hospital. I just didn't want you to freak out and run home- which is exactly what you did so technically-"
"Oh, don't say it," Olivia said with a chuckle, "I'll hit you."
"I was right but I'm still sorry."
Olivia shoved him playfully.
"Thanks, but you didn't answer? How much did they tell you?"
"Your ex-husband showed up three times. Every time he waits outside of your building then he leaves before you get there."
"What?"
Fitz nodded.
"What else?" Olivia asked.
"They're not technically watching you, you know, they're mostly watching everyone around you."
"So they didn't tell you anything?"
"They told me things. The cops were watching you at one point. We know Maya talked to them. They'd tell me when you got home or when you left. They told me you started working at the restaurant again."
"That's it?"
"Was there anything else I should've known?" Fitz asked.
"What about Marco?"
"He's been busy with me so he hasn't had the chance to come here yet."
"Are you fighting with him?"
"Well you know I love a good fight."
Olivia took a breath and sat on the bed beside him.
"Where have you been?"
"All over," he answered. "I can't stay though. I have to fly to Santa Barbara for Thanksgiving."
He watched disappointment creep over her features.
"What?"
"Nothing."
"You don't want me to leave?" he asked.
"No, it's nothing. I'm just tired."
"How's your mom?"
"She hates me."
"What?" Fitz asked.
"She hates me. My mom hates me." Olivia felt water gather in her eyes and before she could stop them she was sobbing.
"Hey," Fitz as he wrapped his arms around her and held her close, "you spilled your guilty little guts to her didn't you?"
Olivia managed to choke out a laugh, "I did and she hasn't spoken to me since and the thing is that her being angry with me doesn't make me regret it. It wouldn't stop me from doing it again. I did do it again. I just wish things were different."
"Maybe she's mad at you but she doesn't hate you. No one could hate you."
"Jake hates me."
"Jake hates that I give you all my attention, he doesn't hate you," Fitz said.
Olivia raised her eyebrow.
"Fine, he hates you...a lot."
Olivia laughed and shook her head and wiped her eyes.
"Did you talk to him?" Olivia asked.
"Not yet. I wanted to talk to you first but we'll get to Jake tomorrow." Fitz pulled her face closer, "you're gonna be fine."
She quickly turned away from his gaze. "Can I take a bath? My underwear is wet and it feels gross."
Fitz nodded.
Olivia quickly went to the bathroom and closed the door behind her. She stripped and stepped into the glass shower then gauged the water and stepped under it.
When she finished and pulled on a towel robe from the closet she walked back to the bedroom just in time to hear the doorbell ring.
"Room service," the hotel worker announced.
"Come in," Fitz called.
He stood from the bed and pulled off his sweater revealing a white t-shirt underneath.
The front door opened and a server walked in with a cart filled with food.
"Just set it on the table," Fitz said.
He headed off to the bathroom and came back moments later. The food was set on the table and his beer and a few bottles of water were in a silver pan of ice.
Olivia sat at the table.
Fitz reached into his pocket and handed the man a small bill.
"Thank you," the server responded and then headed out.
Fitz sat at the table then reached out and pulled her chair closer to him.
"Try it," Fitz said.
She unwrapped her fork and stuck it into a piece of lobster. It was absolutely delicious.
"You were right," she said with a smile, "this is amazing."
"Try more."
Olivia finished chewing and swallowed and then took a piece of crap then shrimp and then avocado and bacon.
"This is the best thing-"
Fitz laughed, "I know right."
When Fitz was finished with his salad, he'd moved on to his burger and fries.
"Try it," he said to Olivia.
He stretched the burger to her lips and Olivia leaned over and bit a piece.
"Wow-"
"I told you."
She chewed with a smile and then watched as Fitz placed his burger down on the plate and reached to her cheek and stroked it with his thumb.
Her hair was still a bit wet from her shower but she looked beautiful and comfortable wrapped in the white towel. She had large bags under her eyes.
"You're still as beautiful as I remember, tired but beautiful."
He pulled Olivia up from her chair and lifted her onto his lap. She wrapped her arms around him and felt him pull her into a kiss.
Olivia closed her eyes as his hungry lips and tongue devoured her. All she could think about was feeling him inside her, how sweet it was to be stretched around him and how long she'd gone without it before their encounter earlier.
She felt his hands on her ass and then he stood from the chair and carried her over to the large bed. He broke the kiss and laid Olivia at the edge of the bed and stood between her legs. She could see his erection under his sweatpants and the moment she saw it she reached for the waist of his pants and pulled down his sweatpants and underpants with one motion.
Fitz smirked and removed his shirt then leaned over her on the bed and flipped her to her belly then pulled off her robe.
Olivia immediately regretted not shaving now that they were in the light but when Fitz turned her to her back and spread her legs wide, he didn't seem to care. He reached under her and slid his middle finger inside her.
Olivia gasped.
He thrust it forward and her entire body shook.
"Ahh," she moaned.
Olivia reached down and grabbed his hand. Pleasure twisted her insides.
She felt like she would orgasm on his finger right there and so quickly she tried to push herself off him but he didn't move. Instead, he pushed her back against the pillow and held her down with his free arm, and thrust again, adding his index finger too.
"Ahhh- no, no, not yet-" Olivia cried.
Fitz leaned up and pulled his fingers from inside her. When he moved them apart, fluid stretched sticky between them.
Fitz reached into the nightstand and took out a condom. He tore the bag with his teeth and slipped the latex on his erect penis. In an instant, he was on top of her again.
Olivia wrapped her arms around him and closed her eyes.
"Look at me," Fitz whispered.
Olivia opened her eyes and looked up at him. Fitz slipped into her slowly, gazing into her eyes. He watched as her eyes widened and her pupils dilated. The muscles of her walls stretched around him, clinging to him.
"Ahhhh," Olivia bit her lips and grabbed him tighter.
Fitz leaned down and kissed her lips slowly as he thrust deep and slow.
"Fuck- you're tight," Fitz moaned into her open, panting mouth.
Fitz interlocked their fingers and thrust again.
"Ohhhh-Fitz," Olivia cried, writhing under him.
She turned her head to the side and grabbed into the sheets, crumbling under his gaze.
Fitz leaned up and crossed her legs together against his chest. Her feet rested on his shoulder. He held her hips and thrust faster.
"Ahhh-my-god," Olivia yelped.
She arched her back and curled her toes.
Fitz looked down at her and watched her breasts bounce up and down on her chest. She wasn't looking at him anymore. Her eyes were squeezed shut and she somehow looked blissful and completely overwhelmed.
She was moments away from exploding on him. She could feel it coming down and all of a sudden she seemed not to be able to control her limbs. Her legs began to spasm against his chest. Olivia grabbed her breast to stop them from bouncing up and down her chest. They were beginning to feel sensitive.
"Fitz-" she screamed out as her insides shattered utterly and completely.
Rough waves swallowed her whole as she clawed at him.
She was shaking now.
Fitz tore her legs open and pulled on his lap, holding her tight against his chest as he thrust unevenly.
"Fuckkk….Olivia," he moaned as he orgasmed, squeezing her ass and kissing her lips hungrily.
Drops of sweat burst from her pores and suddenly her exhaustion came down on her once again. All she could feel between her legs was wetness and him.
She dropped her forehead against his, panting softly.
Fitz stroked her cheek softly.
Olivia closed her eyes and tried to gather the courage to tell him. It would change everything and if it was for the worst, she wasn't ready for that but it was better to know sooner than later.
She leaned up, still breathless though he couldn't see her face, and opened her mouth but words wouldn't come out.
Fitz lifted Olivia off him and leaned her back against the pillow then he stood from the bed and slipped the soggy wet cream-filled condom off his penis and walked to the bathroom to dispose of it.
When he walked back into the bedroom, Olivia was sitting up at the edge of the bed with her back turned to him. Fitz going to the bathroom was just what she needed to prepare herself for whatever came next.
"I'm...pregnant," she said softly.
Olivia turned to look at him and she couldn't read his expression.
"If you have something bad to say...just please don't say it. I can't take it."
Fitz stood frozen as Olivia waited for his response.