Chapter Twenty-Eight: Damage

August
One Month Later

The past month for Olivia has been like a dream. She was now fourth months pregnant, and Fitz has been with her every day since her first OB appointment. Olivia thought that after a few days, Fitz would go home, back to work, but days turned into weeks and Fitz was still there. She loved waking up to him in the morning, spending the day together when she didn't have to work, and falling asleep with him every night.

It was as if she hadn't spent nights with him before, but this time was different. They were sort of on their own, in a house that felt like theirs and it felt like they were their own little family. Since finding out about the baby, Fitz has done a complete 180. He went from being the panicky, doubtful father to be, to the doting and protective expecting father.

Anything Olivia wanted or needed, he was there to make it happen. Late night foot rubs, back massages in the tub. Any special cravings she may have had, he made the midnight run out for them all. Olivia thought he was going into overdrive for the crappy way he responded to the baby news, and although Olivia has since forgiven him, she loved that he was going the extra mile to make up for it.

But eventually, the curtain on their time spent had to be unveiled. Fitz had to go back to work, leaving Olivia in Sag alone. He'd asked, almost begged her to come back with him. He didn't want her to be so fa away, God forbid anything go wrong. And who was going to run to the grocery store every time she had a craving for funyuns and ranch dip, who was going to rub her feet and give her back massages after a long day at the office. Not another man that's for damn sure.

But in the end, Fitz ended up going back to the city solo, after a very tearful goodbye. Someone watching their goodbye's would thing Fitz was going off to war the way Olivia was wetting up his shirt with her tears. Fitz was about to change his plans, but Olivia assured him that it was just pregnancy hormones and she was being ridiculous. As much as she wanted him to stay, she knew he had to get back to work eventually. She couldn't keep him all to herself forever.

After Fitz left, Olivia's home didn't feel like her home that much. It felt like a house, like something was missing. And she knew just what was missing. It was her family, she wanted Fitz to be there with her. She hated that they lived apart, but right now, she couldn't see herself moving back to the city. Not ewhen her career was going so well. And she also didn't think Fitz was ready to give up the fast pace life of the city for the quiet streets of the suburb. Either way, they had to come up with some sort of compromise before they baby got here. Because there was no way Olivia was going a day without her baby. So sending her to the city for a weekend or even a day was out of the question.

This morning, when Olivia woke up, it was a normal day. It felt normal at least. She woke up when her alarm rang at eleven on the dot, Olivia was not a morning person. And because she was the boss, she set her own hours. And the baby liked to wake up at ten each morning. She got up, used the bathroom, before going downstairs to let Pongo and Dipstick out for their run around the yard.

She poured herself a glass of the fruit and veggie smoothie she'd made their day before. And popped a bagel in the toaster for breakfast. While that toasting, she munched on a banana as she read the paper. She heard Pongo and Dipstick coming back in the house through the back door. She always left it open for them when they were out in the yard. She didn't have a doggy door.

After she finished off her bagel, Olivia went back upstairs, took a shower and got dressed for the day. She was now four months pregnant, and although she wasn't big as a house yet, she did have the cutest little bump underneath her shirt. She remembered waking up one morning and it was as she'd grown overnight. She woke Fitz up out of his sleep, too excited to show him her growing belly.

And now, although she wasn't protruding too much, she had put on some weight in other areas. She could feel the changes in her body, and she welcomed them. Her hips, which were already wide, were wider. Her breast were fuller, prompting her to buy bigger bras and jeans with elastic waistbands. She still needed to go shopping for more clothes, but what she had would have to do for now. Deciding against squeezing into a pair of pants, Olivia opted for a light pink and ivory fitted dress. It wasn't a maternity dress and Olivia was glass she could still fit into it.

After she fixed her hair half up half down with a bun, she made her way out the door. She was in high spirits, with a pep in her step, she had a feeling today was going to be a good day. Maybe even a great day. All that was shot all the way to hell, the moment she turned onto the street where the art gallery was.

There were four cop cars parked out in front of her gallery with police tape blocking off that section of the sidewalk. People stood in crowds watching the police work, wondering what was going on. And as Olivia slowly made her way in her car, she was wondering the same thing. Was there a break-in? Since the officers were currently parked in the space she normally parked in, Olivia had to park across the street.

Once she was parked, Olivia walked as fast as her heels would allow her to the gallery. An officer tried to stop her at first, then he realized who she was and let her pass by. Another officer met her at the door of the gallery, before she could walk in.

"Officer what happened? What is going on?"

"Ms. Pope it appears you've been the victim of a break-in."

"What?"

"Someone broke in last night. And after he got passed your security system, he vandalized the place. We've spoken to a few of your employees, and nothing seems to be missing, but the lace is completely trashed.

What kind of thief breaks in, but doesn't steal anything? Olivia thought. After speaking with the officer, her led her into the gallery, so she could assess the damage for herself. The officer wasn't lying, when he said the place was trashed. Every painting that was once hung on the wall was now on the floor, with cut or had paint sprayed across the front effectively ruining the painting. Glass was scattered all over the floor from broken vases, art pieces and windows. The couches Olivia had up front were cut open and the contents spilling out. The front desk was trashed, everything thrown to the floor, computer smashed to pieces. And there was red spray paint all over the walls. Olivia couldn't believe this!

Olivia saw her employees talking to some other officers in the corner, she was glad to see they were all okay. They were problem as shaken and upset as she was, but they were fine physically. The officers informed her that the break-in occurred sometime last night. It was only discovered this morning when Leona came in. Olivia wanted to know why she wasn't immediately contacted, but she'd get to that later.

After seeing the damage down to the downstairs, Olivia headed upstairs to her office, only to find it in disarray just as the first level was. Her office chairs were bent and thrown around the room, anything glass in her office was now smashed to pieces on the floor. And just like the art work downstairs she found the one's upstairs it the same condition. Ruined. The sick bastard even ripped up her plants out their pots.

"Why would someone do this?" Olivia began to get emotional and the tears began to pour. Who would do something like this? This was her entire life's work just trashed. Olivia worked hard for her business, she was proud of it, it was the one thing she could be proud to call her own. Now look at it.

"We have reason to believe this was a personal attack. Or at least the suspect knew you, even if you don't know him."

"Why do you say that?"

He pointed to the wall. "That seems personal to me."

Olivia looked at saw painted clear as day on her wall 'WHORE' painted in big, bold, red letters. She had no idea why she didn't notice it before, be she sure noticed it now. Whore? Why was that the chosen word? Olivia has never been anything close to a whore in her entire life. And now seeing this on her wall, Olivia did believe that this was someone personal, because what stranger would just randomly paint whore on her wall? But Olivia didn't know anyone who would do something like this. Or even anyone who hated her enough to trash and vandalize her gallery.

"Do you have any idea about who might have done this. Or who is capable of doing this?"

"No." Olivia choked out, her throat was clogged with emotions.

"No enemies, people who aren't very fond of you?"

"Well sure, a bunch of women think I'm sleeping with their husbands. But they're just a bunch of bored housewives, none of them would do something like this."

"What about hate mail? Being in this business, you have to have made some enemies."

"We've gotten some hateful letters, but most of them are race motivated."

"It could be nothing, but I'd still like to follow up on those."

Olivia nodded. "Sure, I'll get my assistant to find them for you. That is if they're not trashed." Olivia could feel her breathing picking up, she needed to sit down and take a moment, before she had a panic attack.

"Are you alright ma'am?" The officer put his hand on Olivia's back and guided her to the one chair that wasn't flipped somewhere. "Just take it easy. Slow deep breathes." Olivia listened to the officer, and took long, slow, deep breaths. "That's it. Just take it easy. Ms. Pope I know this is a lot to take in right now. But I can assure you that this is a top priority for us, and we will work tirelessly until we find who is responsible for this."

"Thank you."

After Olivia talked with the officer, she went downstairs to check on her staff, after they assures her that they were okay, Olivia went back out to her car. She'd unknowingly left her purse in the car, and keys in the ignition. When she got to the car, she got her phone out of her purse and called the only person she wanted to talk to right now.

"Fitz. I need you."

X

Fitz was at work, when he got Olivia's call. The first thing he noticed was her voice. She was quiet, she sounded scared and he could tell that she was either crying or had been crying. Fitz tried to ask he what was wrong, but she just kept saying she needed him. Fitz was already out the door, on his way to the airport, but he needed to know what was wrong.

Was it the baby? Had something gone wrong? Was she calling him from the hospital right now? Fitz's mind was going a mile a minute and he needed for Olivia to answer him.

"Olivia what happened?" Fitz asked again. He was texting his pilot on his other phone to fire up the company plane. He didn't have time to find a commercial flight. He could he Olivia gathering her emotions long enough to answer him.

"My gallery. Someone broke in."

Fitz's stomach dropped. "Are you okay?"

"Physically yes." He breathed a sigh of relief.

"How much did they take?"

"Nothing. Not so much as a pin is missing Fitz. They just trashed the place. Trashed doesn't even seem like the right word for what it looks like in there." Olivia's tears came back in full force. "It's ruined Fitz. It's ruined all of it. I feel like I'm about to lose it or have a panic attack, I just need you. Please, I just need to see you."

"I'm already on the way Livvie. I'll be there in a few hours."

"Please hurry."

Fitz left right from work and headed straight to the private airfield where the company place was. His pilot was already there and waiting for him when he arrived. It was times like these, that Fitz loved he made the kind of money he did so that he could just hop on a plane when need be.

The entire flight over, Fitz couldn't think about anything else but Olivia. He hated she had to go through this now. Especially knowing how hard she worked for that gallery and dear to her heart it was. That was her life's dream, and now some lowlife just ruined it. He was pissed, beyond pissed. And he was even more pissed at himself for not being there.

Fitz hated that Olivia lived three hours from him. How was he supposed to get to her in times of emergencies or when she just needed him, case in point today. Fitz was supposed to be right there by her side holding her hand through all of this. Being the shoulder she needed to lean on, to cry on. But he couldn't be there for her. He felt like he was failing. Well no more. Fitz was more determined now more than ever to get Olivia back to the city. And he'd made up his mind, that he wasn't leaving Sag harbor again without Olivia.

X

AS soon as Fitz's plane landed, he headed straight for the car he'd called ahead for. The driver was waiting for him with the door open, ready to take his bags, but Fitz had none. He'd left straight from work to the private airfield where his plane was. He didn't need to pack a bag, because he didn't plan on being in Sag Harbor long. His objective was to get Olivia and take her back to the city.

When he got to Olivia's house, he noticed the extra car in her driveway. He figured some of her employees had come by to keep her company. He had the driver to park in the driveway, and he entered the house through the back door. Olivia had given him a key and before now, he'd had no reason to use it. Because before, he was always with Olivia.

When he walked in, he came through the mudroom and saw Olivia and her company in the living room. They must not have heard him coming in, because no one turned to see who had come in the door. But Fitz noticed them. He recognized the woman witting on the chair opposite Olivia as her next-door neighbor, Laurel. He didn't notice the person sitting next to Olivia, but he could clearly see that it was a man. A man that was sitting entirely too close to Olivia for his comfort.

"Livvie." Fitz called out, so Olivia would know he was here, and also to get her away from the man she was sitting next to. Two birds with one stone.

When Olivia heard Fitz's voice, she turned quickly to see him walking in from the kitchen. He must've come in through the back door, she thought. She hoped up out her seat, forgetting all about her company and practically ran to Fitz. When she reached him, he was already waiting with open arms, she just ran right into them, hugging Fitz tight around his waist.

She had managed to stop crying after a long bath, and almost an hour of crying in that bath. But the second she felt Fitz's comforting arms wrap around her, the damn burst again. She couldn't help the tears now soaking up Fitz's shirt, and he didn't seem to mind. He just held he tighter, rubbing her head and back soothingly. And peppering the top of her head with kisses. Olivia's company had stood to their feet, and Fitz rolled his eyes, when he saw who the man was sitting next to Olivia. Hudson had better be damn grateful that Fitz couldn't see his hand on Olivia's thigh when he came in.

Hudson stood equally annoyed at seeing Fitz. He had heard about what happened at the gallery, everyone did, and he of course had to come check on Olivia. When he got there, no one else was there, so he got the pleasure of comforting Olivia. Then Laurel showed up, and now Fitz. Hudson for sure couldn't get anything to happen while Fitz was around.

Laurel, who was still standing in the living room with a steaming Hudson. Laurel knew Hudson had feelings for Olivia, everyone seemed to notice except for Olivia. Hudson may have wanted to be the one Olivia needed, but right now Laurel knew the only man Olivia needed or wanted right now was the one comforting her now.

"Liv, we're gonna head on out now." Laurel said, mostly to Fitz, since Olivia wasn't paying anyone any attention. Laurel caught the look Hudson gave her, and so did Fitz. "I'll talk to you later Liv." Olivia still didn't answer. Hudson hadn't moved, so when Laurel began to make her way to the door, Laurel discreetly pulled him along with her.

When they both had left, Fitz pulled back from the hug so he could get a good look at her. He hadn't really paid attention before, but now Fitz noticed Olivia's puffy, red eyes. Her red nose and all around gloomy and sad appearance. He smoothed her hair back from her face and wiped away the few tears left.

"Hi." Olivia gave him the saddest smile in return. "Come here." Fitz's heart was breaking. He'd only ever seen Olivia this sad twice before, and he never wanted to see it again. Fitz picked Olivia up bridal style and carried her to the couch. He sat down, with her sitting sideways across his lap.

"Why would someone do this?" Olivia spoke for the first time. She kept her head on his shoulder and played with the hem of her shirt. After she'd gotten out the bath earlier, she'd dressed very comfortably in a black, long-sleeved oversized shirt, where she got it from, she wasn't even sure, and a pair of grey leggings. Her hair was in its natural curly state and she didn't bother taming it in anyway.

"I don't know baby. Some people do idiotic and unexplainable things for no reason. This could have just been some teenagers vandalizing for kicks, or some lowlife looking for a quick score."

"But nothing was stolen." Olivia raised her head to look at Fitz. "And the officer said this looked personal. But I don't know anyone who hates me this much to do something like this."

"You can make enemies easily in this business babe."

"I don't have any enemies Fitz." Olivia was getting angry again. "I mean who in this world think's I'm a whore? Honestly who?"

"Livvie. You and I both know you are not a whore. So who gives a fuck what some lowlife thinks about you.

"I care Fitz! He spray painted it on my wall in big ass red letters!"

"Okay, Okay." Olivia cursed, she was officially angry. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you."

Olivia sighed. "I just want this to be a nightmare. A bad dream so I can wake up and things will go back to the way they were. I just got my dream off the ground, it was no longer just an idea in my journal, I actually made it happen. And now this. I feel like I just took two steps forwards and got knocked back fifteen. I don't even want to be bothered with that gallery anymore."

"Livvie this isn't the time to be discourage"

"Oh I think it's the perfect time."

"No it isn't. You got knocked down, hard, but now you just need to get up off your ass and fight back. You start by getting the gallery cleaned up, fixing it up and you open back for business."

"Fitz every single piece of art that was in that gallery was destroyed in one way or another. What artist is going to entrust their hard work in my hands again? I know I wouldn't."

"You worry about that when it's time."

"I just don't want to be bothered with it."

"How about you take some time away from this and get out of Sag Harbor for a while. And then when you're ready you can come back and get things together you can."

Olivia knew this was what Fitz wanted all along, to get her back to the city. But right now, she didn't care it was the best thing for her right now. "Fine. I'll go, but I don't want to stay at the penthouse with all of your staff there."

"What are you-"

"Give them some time off, they deserve it. This could be a paid vacation. I just don't feel like being around a bunch of people right now. And when they're there, it feels like we're never alone. I love Ms. Betty and all, but it's kind of weird."

That wasn't exactly what Fitz had in mind, but I wasn't a big deal. Fitz could live without all the help for a while. Besides, he was sure no one would protest to a paid vacation.

"Okay."

"And I want to leave now."

Fitz smiled, that was fine by him. "Okay."

"Thank you for coming so quick."

"You know I'll always be there for you. No matter what." Fitz kissed her sound on the mouth, deepening it and sucking her bottom lip with a pop. She was still sitting on his lap, so this gave him the great opportunity to grab her ass. it had been way too long, in Fitz's opinion, since he'd last had Olivia in his arms. And even longer since he got to hold her like this, to feel her body, and to kiss her like this. He'd had a couple of sleepless night, thinking about Olivia and just what he would do to her if she were next to him in his bed.

Olivia had the same thought, as she kissed him back just as passionately. But when she felt Fitz's hand reach up her shirt, she pulled away. Fitz looked at her with confusions to why she stopped.

"I'm sorry baby, I know it's been a while, but I'm just not in the mood right now."

Although he was crying on the inside, Fitz nodded his head and replied. "It's okay, I understand."

"I'm sorry." Olivia sad sadly, hanging her head.

"Hey." Fitz lifted her head back, with his pointer finger. "What are you sorry for?"

"Because." Olivia responded shyly. "I can feel that, and I know you want to." Olivia wiggled on his lap, she could feel his erection growing under her bottom.

But Fitz quickly gripped her waist, holding her still. "Don't do that. Please."

"Sorry."

Fitz chuckled. "And stop saying sorry. Me having an erection is nothing to be sorry about. I can deal with it later. But for right now, we have a plane to catch."

"Oh right." Olivia hopped off his lap. "I need to pack and I need to pack the dogs' bag."

"Livvie you know you have a full wardrobe in the closet at home. And the dogs bag? Can't the mutts just stay here, or with a neighbor?"

It wasn't lost on Olivia that Fitz referred to his home as her home as well. "You don't have the clothes I want there. And don't talk about my babies, I'm not going anywhere without them." Olivia walked off towards the steps to go pack for the trip to the city. Olivia hoped they were going straight to the penthouse, because she wasn't in any mood to see anyone right now. She hadn't even told her parents or Alex that she was coming back.

It took Olivia about an hour to pack her clothes and everything else she wanted to take with her, including everything Pongo and Dipstick would need. When she finished packing, Fitz took her things outside to the car, along with the help of their driver, who had been patiently waiting to take them back to the airport.

Olivia decided to keep comfortable, and kept her lunging clothes on and threw on a pair of Adidas. She was still own in spirits, and that was expected for Fitz. It he hoped that this impromptu getaway, so to speak, would do the trick to get her spirits back up. He hated that this happened to her, and he would work hard to try and find the men responsible for this. He already had Tom his contacts in the security business looking into it. It wasn't that Fitz didn't trust Sag Harbor police to do their job, but this was his baby.

After all Olivia's bags were in the car, she locked up her house and headed to the car. Pongo sat up front with the driver, and Dipstick sat in the back with Olivia and Fitz. Fitz had half a mind to leave those damn dogs there. They were not his biggest fans either. When the driver pulled out of Olivia's s driveway, she snuggled closer to Fitz, curling her legs underneath herself and resting her head on his chest. Fitz wrapped his arm around her shoulders and used the other to check his messages on his phone. Since he'd abruptly left work, he needed his assistant to keep him up to date on the meeting.

It felt like a quick ride to the airport and an even quicker flight back to Fitz's home. When they made it to Fitz's penthouse, Olivia and Fitz unloaded the car, although Fitz insisted that she go inside, Olivia helped carry in all the bags, dropping them off the appropriate room. When they got all the bags into the bedroom, Olivia began to unpack.

"You can do that later Liv. Or I could get Annie to do it."

"Fitz no, I can put my own clothes away. I thought you let all the staff go anyway."

"I did, she's just here doing a few last-minute things."

"Fitz can you please ask her to leave. Besides, I don't want some stranger looking at my underwear."

"Annie is hardly a stranger Livvie. Besides she's a professional. Your underwear is like a pair of jeans to her."

Olivia rolled her eyes, as she walked to the closet. When she opened the doors, she expected to see an almost empty closet. Since she didn't live there and Fitz hardly ever stayed there. But instead, she was met with a full closet, with a complete wardrobe on both sides. Olivia walked over the to the side that was clearly hers, racks of clothes now filled the empty space. Olivia remembered leaving a few pieces of clothes behind, but not a complete wardrobe. And certainly not the stuff currently occupying the space.

"Fitz what is all this?" Olivia asked, fingering through all the clothes, all of which didn't have any tags, so she couldn't look at the prices of the clothes. She was sure each item was pricier than the last, based on the brand names on the clothes.

Fitz came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders. "These are all your clothes."

Olivia smirked. "These aren't my clothes."

"They are now."

"You didn't have to do this."

"I know, but I want to."

"Why?"

"Because I want to. Now stop giving my crap about it, and put your clothes away." Fitz smacked her behind, and walked off to the bathroom. "I was thinking Thai tonight, I know this great little place not too far away."

"I want Italian." Olivia spoke without turning around.

"Italian it is." Fitz agreed just as quickly.

Olivia roamed through all the new clothes hanging in Fitz's closet, now their closet. She couldn't deny that the clothes were beautiful, and she couldn't deny that she wasn't excited to try all of them on. But she didn't think she'd ever get over how wealthy Fitz was and how he just threw his money around, because he knew he could replace it again in a matter of days.

X

Only about a week had passed since Olivia had left Sag Harbor and was staying with Fitz in his penthouse. The two of them had gotten in a routine rather quickly, after just a few days. Fitz woke up around six to get ready for work, and to give himself time to drive back to the city. On some days he took the helicopter, but it wasn't ideal. He'd kiss Olivia goodbye, whether she was still sleeping or not, most of the time, she as still sleeping.

During the day, after she woke up, Olivia would make herself an easy and light breakfast, and lounge around for the rest of the day. She really didn't have anything else to do, besides clean the same part of the house she'd already cleaned ten times before that same day. Olivia was basically bored out of her skull.

She tried painting, but it was like she had lost her mojo in a way. She'd been working on a painting for a few days now, and she had practically nothing on the canvas. Olivia didn't normally have a mental block like she was having now. The break-in at her gallery really had he all riled up. She just wanted an explanation for why someone wanted to break into her place of business and destroy it. As far as she knew, she hadn't made any enemies.

Olivia was still sitting at her easel, when Fitz came home later that day. She was in one of the spare rooms, that had become hers. All the bedroom furnishings were still in the room, but now, all her art supplies and other stuff was now spread out around the room. It was the only room in the penthouse that wasn't spotless clean. Fitz sometime dreaded going into that room, he hated clutter.

Olivia's back was turned to him. Fitz smirked. She was wearing a tank top and her boy shorts underwear. She'd been having some pretty intense hot flashes lately. The house couldn't get cool enough for her liking. Fitz actually had to wear a shirt to bed now, something he didn't like doing.

Olivia still hadn't turned to him, he came up behind her and she felt his presence. When he leaned against her, she rested her head back against his chest.

Fitz bent down and kissed rhe top of her head. "Looks good."

"Thanks." Olivia said, but her tone was somber.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"I've been sitting here for hours, and it doesn't even look like I touched this thing."

"Its coming along."

"I have some serious artistic block right now." Olivia gave up, and put her brush down on the table next to her. "I didn't use to have this problem. Normally my hand would just go, I didn't even have to think about what I was doing."

"You'll get back into it."

"No I won't." Olivia pouted and folded her arms across her chest like a child. "Ever since the break in, my mood has been all thrown off."

Fitz could tell that she was upset, but he couldn't stop thinking about how cute she looked right now. His eyes traveled down to her stomach, and he could clearly make out her small bump in the tight tank top she was wearing. "You're getting bigger." He spoke, without thinking much of it."

Olivia scoffed, but in a joking way. "Gee thanks." She smiled.

"Well I don't mean it like you're getting fat. I mean you are getting fat, but you're pregnant."

"Fitz!" Olivia was about to throw her stool at him. But she still couldn't help but laugh, because she knew Fitz wasn't trying to be mean, he was just saying the first thing that popped in his stupid head.

"What? I've never really been around pregnant women by choice before, I don't know what to say."

"Well here's a hint, don't ever tell a pregnant woman she's fat." Olivia playfully pushed him away, as she got up to clean her area and put away her supplies.

"Well Livvie your ass is getting pretty big." Fitz said almost seductively as he followed behind her. When she stopped, he boldly grabbed handful of her ass, enjoying the way it filled up his hands. Olivia has always had a healthy booty, but now it was just outrageous. Fitz heard a quiet moan escape Olivia's lips and that spurred him to keep going. He turned her around, her back was now up against the wall.

"And you're breast." He palmed her breast through her shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra, so he could feel her nipples harden against his hand.

"Fitz." Olivia breathlessly sighed. It had been a few days since Fitz touched her like this. Normally Fitz was up and getting ready for the day around six in the morning. And when he came home from work, Olivia would already be sleeping in bed.

"Yes." Fitz responded, still caressing her breast.

"Fitz." Olivia repeated, that was all she could managed between moans.

"Yes." Fitz knew what he was doing. "Tell me what you want."

"You… I want you."

"What would you me like me to do." Fitz moved his head down to her neck, nipping and sucking on her skin.

Olivia hated when he teased her like this. He knew she wasn't as sexually confident or bold as he was, so it didn't come natural for her to tell him what she wanted sexually. "Baby please."

"Tell me what you want, and I'll do it." He brought his head back up to meet her face. "That's all you have to do baby."

"Make love to me Fitz. Please."

Fitz smirked. His Livvie, always to proper one. "Yes ma'am." Fitz swiftly picked Olivia up. He was about to toss her over his shoulder, but he didn't know if he could do that now with the baby and all. So, to play it safe, he just carried her bridal style to their bedroom. He tossed her playfully on the bed, and Olivia laughed, he could listen to that all day long.

"You are so beautiful."

"Even though I'm all fat now."

Fitz chuckled. "You're not fat. You've just got a beer belly."

"Hey!" Olivia tried to kick him in the stomach, but he caught her by the ankle and held it to his side.

"That wasn't very nice." Fitz smirked, but it wasn't a normal smirk. This one threw Olivia for a loop. And she was even more so confused when he abruptly walked away to the closet.

"Fitz?" Olivia sat up on the bed, but stayed put. "What are you doing?" He didn't answer, and she let out a huff and plopped back on the bed. "I'm getting old out here."

A moment later, Fitz came back out shirtless and holding two of his ties in his hands. Olivia immediately knew what he had those for, and she began shaking her head in protest. "No." Olivia tried to get up off the bed, but Fitz was quicker and once again grabbed her by her ankle, effectively keeping her on the bed. He pulled her down the bed to where he was standing, and grabbed at her other ankle.

"Fitz no." Olivia was trying to be serious, but she could keep the smile of her face. She didn't like it when he tied her up, because she couldn't touch him, but she did like how excited he got every time he did it.

"You shouldn't have tried to kick me."

"Okay, I'm sorry."

Fitz shook his head. "Too late." He smiled that devilish smirk again, as he took one of the black ties and wrapped it around Olivia's ankles. When he was finished, he flipped Olivia over onto her stomach, she squealed at the unexpected movement. "Hands." He commanded, and Olivia reached both her hands behind her back to Fitz could tie his other tie around them. When he was finished, he flipped Olivia back over, earning another squeal.

"How are you going to get my clothes of now genius?" Olivia smirked, she thought she had him, but she was wrong, when Fitz leaned down and smoothly ripped her shirt from the hem. "Fitzgerald!" He ignored her, and served the same fate to her underwear. "You are such a brute."

Fitz didn't respond, only took off the rest of his clothes as Olivia watched. She could feel the moisture between her legs just by watching him strip in front of her. When Fitz had discarded that last of this clothing, he pushed Olivia onto her side and pulled her down to the edge of the bed, until her ass was almost hanging off the edge. He bent her legs at the knees, and stood behind her. His dick was already painfully hard in his hands as he stroked himself, getting ready to perform.

"Fitz please untie me." Olivia was already begging.

"No." Fitz responded, right before he sunk deep into Olivia's folds, cutting off her next words with a breathy gasp. Fitz groaned. It always amazed Fitz how tight she was every time he entered her. Slowly, he pushed in and out of her, while holding her wrist in one hand and gripping her hip in the other. He was sure to leave a few finger sized bruises on her skin.

There wasn't any shouting or screaming expletives, no. Just the sound of visceral and raw fucking. The sound of Fitz's body slapping against Olivia's ass almost drowned out the sounds of his grunting and her moaning into the comforters.

Olivia's toes flexed out every time Fitz slammed back into her core. Her finger reached out to grabbed onto the sheets behind her. She buried her head in the coves, moaning, and biting at it. She couldn't keep still, as limited as her mobility was.

"Fitz… baby please… let me touch you." Olivia barely whispered out, but Fitz heard her.

"I said no." he replied, but she wasn't expecting him to slap her hard on the behind, and this time she did scream. And she kept screaming his name, every time he spanked her until they both crossed over the finish line.

When they both came together, Olivia was spent. She couldn't move. She felt like she had been doing all the work instead of Fitz. Her throat was dry, her wrist and ankles were stinging from her fighting her restraints and her ass was definitely sore from Fitz impromptu spankings. She was sure her caramel skin was now red.

She barely moved, when Fitz lifted her slightly to rest her against the pillows at the top of the bed. HE moved behind her a second later, spooning her from behind.

"Are you going to untie me now?"

"I'm thinking about it." He responded. "Are you going to behave."

Olivia smiled, but he couldn't see it. "Yes." That seemed to work, and she felt him untying her wrist a moment later. When her hands were free, she sat up to untie her ankles, but Fitz stopped her.

"Leave it." He said, and pulled her back down on the bed. Olivia complied and scooted as close as she could get to Fitz, snuggled deep into his side.

"My butt stings." Olivia told him.

Fitz laughed, "Sorry."

Olivia looked up at his smiling face. "No you're not."

"No, I'm not."

They lay in bed holding each other for a while longer. Fitz was on the verge of sleep and Olivia was content to just lay in his arms absentmindedly caressing her belly.

"Fitz."

"Hmm?" His face was buried in her hair, and the smell of her coconut shampoo was slowly lulling him to sleep.

"Have you thought about names?" Olivia could tell he was about to go to sleep, but she wasn't.

"Names?"

"For our bay Fitz." Olivia swore sometimes Fitz forgot she was pregnant and they were having a baby. His attitude towards her being pregnant has turned around, but sometimes Olivia got the feeling that he wasn't being one hundred percent truthful about his feeling about the baby.

"Livvie we don't even know what you're having yet."

"What we're having."

"Livvie, I'm not gonna be the one pushing a watermelon out my vagina."

Olivia laughed, turned up to look at his face. "WE may not know what we're having yet, but we can still think about names. For instance, I've always loved the name Charlotte for-"

"No." Fitz quickly vetoed that name.

"What? You don't like it?"

"We're not naming the kid after a place. Any place. No Charlotte, Paris, no Phoenix or Virginia's, or Lincoln."

"Lincoln isn't even a place."

"Close enough. And I just don't like that name."

"Why not? I think it's cute. We could call him Linc for short."

"Linc? Really?"

"You are no fun at this. Am I going to have to name our baby myself?"

Fitz sighed. He really didn't want to do this right now, he just wanted to go to sleep. "I like… Savannah. Or Jackson."

Olivia smirked. "You ever heard of Savannah, Georgia? Or been to Jacksonville, Florida?"

"Don't make me spank your ass again." Olivia quickly wiped her smirk off her face, she didn't want that to happen. At least not right now, her behind was still sore from the last spanking.

"What about a Jr if we have a boy?"

"No."

"Why not? I thought every man wanted to pass his name on to his son."

"Maybe my middle name. But I am not going to subject my son to the amount of ridicule I got as a child for having the name Fitzgerald."

Olivia laughed. "Okay, so no Fitzgerald. But what about-"

"Livvie can we please talk about this later? I just want to go to sleep, and I think it would be very rude of me to fall asleep while you're talking to me."

"Fine. We'll table it for now. But after we find out what we're having, I we have to decide on a name."

"Mhm."

Olivia kept quiet for a few minutes, listening to Fitz's breathing even out. When she thought he had gone to sleep, she called out his name to check. When he didn't answer, she sat up and finally untied Fitz's other tie from around her ankles. She'd had to pee for a while now, and couldn't very well walk with her ankles tied together.

When she got back from the bathroom, Fitz was still in the same spot as when she'd left him. She grabbed the covers, and pulled them over his shoulders, before climbing into bed herself. She'd suddenly gotten sleepy as well. Just as she had snuggled into the covers, her phone chimed, signaling she had a new text message. She reached out to the nightstand and picked up her phone. She saw the number and name on her phone and quickly did a double check behind her to see that Fitz was still sleeping.

She unlocked her phone, and read the message.

Hey Liv. I know it's been a while, but I've been thinking about you a lot lately. I know we didn't have the best relationship as a couple, but you were always my best friends. Anyway, I was just hoping that maybe we could talk sometimes or get together as friends. I really do miss you.

-Rodger

Olivia sighed. She read the message about three times, and still didn't know how to respond or even if she should. She did still consider Rodger a friend or hers. But she didn't know how to respond to him. Then she thought about what Fitz would think or say of he knew or saw that Rodger was texting her phone. Olivia though about the fact that she was actively trying to hide her phone from Fitz as he slept and she answered her own question. Fitz was flip out, and if the tables were turned, Olivia was sure she wouldn't like one of his exes texting him and having him respond.

So without responding to his text, Olivia turned off her phone and put it back on the night stand. Rodger may have been a friend, but Olivia wasn't sure if being his friend was such a good idea right now.

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Until Next Time...