AN: This chapter will pick up from the last one where Olivia asked Fitz if he is ready to be a father. However, before we get there, there's a long flashback about their one-year wedding anniversary getaway and then we'll pick up where we left off. Hope it won't confuse you. FYI, the wedding anniversary happened a month and a half after the mud run from last chapter.
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Flashback
"Teens, thank you so much for dropping us off," Olivia said, hugging her friend closely. Tina was dropping Liv and Fitz off at the airport. It was unbelievable how close the two had grown in less than a year. The night prior, the girls had a little girls' night-in over at Tina's apartment; watching chick flicks, drinking wine and talking about the men in their lives. Tina was enlightening her about the budding relationship between herself and Stephen, and Liv was gushing about her and Fitz' upcoming anniversary trip. It'd only been two months since Tina and Stephen had started dating and was taking it slow. The day after the mud run, Olivia was shocked to learn that Stephen and her had exchange numbers a month earlier and were talking; she had no clue. However, because the relationship was in the beginning stage Tina didn't want to broadcast it. Plus, she didn't want to admit out loud that she went back on her words when she said she was going to leave him alone, although he was the one to approach her. In the end, Olivia didn't feel hurt that she did not confide in her. She respected her privacy and was simply happy that she was happy.
"No problem, Liv." Tina pulled apart from her and was immediately pulled into a friendly hug by Fitz.
"Thanks again, T," he said, releasing her.
"You guys are welcome. Go have fun! I'll see you when you get back." She shushed them off with her hands. They were standing in the departure lane, having just unloaded their suitcase from Tina's car trunk.
"Ok. Bye!" Olivia beamed, smiling brightly, holding onto her carry-on suitcase with one hand while pushing up the straps of her handbag with the other. She and Fitz watched as Tina climbed into her Honda before pulling off and making her way out of the exit lane. Then they made their way inside of the busy airport to catch their plane to New York.
They were buzzing with excitement for their four-day getaway, leaving on a late Friday afternoon and returning on an early Tuesday morning.
The plane touched down around 6 at the JFK International Airport in a cool September breeze. The couple gave each other small smiles, happy that the short flight had come to an end. They were too anxious to get their vacation underway.
Thirty minutes later and they were fully out of the airport and had gotten into a cab en route to Brooklyn. They were staying at the NU Hotel. Olivia had found a great package deal for the four nights on Groupon.
The couple was staring out of the cab window in sheer wonderment as the skyscrapers slowly passed, negative effect of backed up traffic. This would be Olivia's third trip to the city. She'd only been two other times when she was younger with her grandmother, visiting relatives. She wouldn't even count those times because it wasn't like she'd enjoyed herself. But she was going to make this time count. Somewhat like her, this was Fitz' fifth or sixth time vising the city. He'd traveled on some occasions with family when he was younger since his maternal grandmother lived in Long Island at the time and a few times when he was older. Needless to say, they were both fairly new to the city but they planned on exploring it with each other and gaining new experiences. Being surrounded by all of the hustle and bustle of the city made them feel strangely calm. Like if it was a welcome home, and not an unknown.
When they reached their suite Fitz let out a low whistle, clearly impressed. He initially didn't know what the room looked like since Olivia was the one that booked it. He could see why she did. The NU Urban Suite came with a king bed set in a cozy alcove providing a wonderful sleeping sanctuary. The room was outfitted with a sitting area with a love seat, chair and coffee table strategically placed around it to avoid clutter. It was designed with comfort, tranquility and fun in mind. It also carried a wide hammock to kick back and relax and dream the night (or day) away, which they probably weren't going to be doing a lot of. Or, sleeping a lot on the plush mattress covered with fine duvets and 100% Egyptian combed cotton linen. He took in the minimalistic styled artwork gracing a few of the walls that complemented the room's overall artsy vibe. The room was perfect, simple, modern, elegant and modest.
From the corner of her eyes she watched him grow in fascination.
"I did good or what?" she boosted, very much liking what she also saw. The online pictures didn't do enough justice to the room.
"Very much, babe," he countered proudly.
She smiled in reciprocation and moved further into the room with her suitcase pulling behind. "We should probably unpack and then go grab something to eat. I'm famished," said Olivia.
"Sounds good." Fitz followed her to the small closet and they proceeded to unpack their luggage, hanging what needed to be hang in the closet and refolding what needed to lay in the small armoire.
When they were finished, Olivia retired to the equally nice bathroom to freshen up. She made sure to wear a plastic cap on her head because her hair was bone straight; thanks to the Dominican salon she visited earlier in the week. She got it washed, pressed and trimmed; and came out with it falling around her shoulders in a curtain of silk. She didn't straighten her hair often but decided to do so for their trip, wanting something new and the ease in styling.
Standing in front of the bathroom mirror she rubbed lotion into her skin when she heard a firm knock on the door accompanied by, "Liv, you finish in there?"
"In a minute," she shouted.
"Hurry up. I need to use the toilet," Fitz returned.
"OK." Olivia's movement became hurried, already knowing that he was going to need the toilet to poop. If it was simply to relieve his bladder he would sometimes unfortunately do so while she was in there. But she drew the line when it came to pooping. She'd rather not.
Exactly a minute later she exited the bathroom with only a plush white robe on, brushing out her hair after rubbing some argon oil into it.
Fitz immediately got up from his seat atop the bed and headed towards the vacant bathroom. On his way there he made sure to grab a handful of Olivia's ass and retrieved his hands quickly before she could swat him. From the safety of the bathroom, he jibed, "GOT 'EEM."
Olivia threw her head back in laughter, immediately referencing where he got the statement. It was from one of those funny Internet videos he saw on his Instagram page. The guy in the video was telling someone on the phone that something came in the mail for them and when they asked what, he said, "DEEZ NUTS. GOT 'EEM." And for some strange reason her husband was always bent over laughing each time he saw the video.
Shaking her head from his silliness, she moved to the closet to get dressed. The weather was in the low 70s so she dressed with that in mind. She grabbed the H&M deep green knitted oversize sweater, her favorite pair of distressed denim boyfriend jeans and her brown 3-inch booties from the bottom of the closet. While she was slipping on her underwear she heard the toilet being flushed before the shower was turned on.
When she'd don all article of clothing she grabbed her makeup bag and walked to the oval-shaped mirror attached to a white table. She was still doing her face when Fitz exited the bathroom butt naked. The sight of his bare chiseled body immediately quickened her heartbeat and the swaying movement of his flaccid member between his legs left her mouth dry. She squirmed unconsciously in her seat.
"We need another bathrobe," he said casually, oblivious to the googly eyes his wife was making at him.
Clearing her throat, she asked, "Did you check in that oval looking thing for one?"
"Yup. It only had towels," he answered.
Instead of applying the dark cranberry colored lipstick she got from Sephora, she was enthralled by him getting dressed. She watched as he pulled on his signature black boxer brief, the only type of underwear she preferred to see him in. He then moved to their temporary closet to throw on a short-sleeved denim shirt and brown chino ankle pants.
She was so engrossed in watching him that she barely heard him drawl, "If you see something you like, come get it."
Rolling her eyes, she was let out of her trance. "Way to ruin a good moment, Grant. Sometimes you must stay silent and just be pretty. Silent and pretty."
Fitz let out a deep heartwarming laugh for a good minute before sobering up. "I'll remember that next time, missus. "
"You be sure to do that," Olivia smirked, turning her attention back on her mirror. She finished off her makeup and added her jewelry for the evening. A gold statement necklace, stud earrings and a pair of gold bangles were an addition to her everyday jewels (her wedding ring, promise ring and thin gold necklace).
When they were both satisfied with their outfit and had complimented each other they left the hotel room. On their way down the elevator Olivia pulled up the address for the Mile End Delicatessen. And since it was only a block away from the hotel they chose to walk. Their goal was to immerse themselves in the New York culture.
On the way to the restaurant the couple enjoyed light conversations with the occasional interruption from Olivia who was taking pictures of various picturesque sceneries for her Instagram page. She we becoming an avid Instagramer and was pulling Fitz along with her too. The couple didn't do any other social media besides that. No Facebook or Twitter or whatever else is out there these days.
They arrived at Mile End Delicatessen thirty minutes later; the place was bustling around with other patrons. They made their way inside of the modest sized restaurant and were immediately greeted by a server who walked them to two open chairs at the bar. She gave them two menus and told them that she would be right back with water. In the meantime, Fitz and Olivia perused the menu while observing the interior décor of the place. The aroma of the food being prepared in the kitchen was heavenly wafting around them, so they assumed like the reviews they read that the food was good.
'Mile End carried all of the wonderful traditions of a classic NYC deli with a little extra added on.' They simultaneously read the words on the cover of the menu.
"What are you going to have?" Fitz asked Liv.
Olivia stretched and wiggled up her mouth in thought. "Mmm. I don't know. I'll ask the waitress what's good."
Fitz nodded and pointed to a picture of what he's planning on having – a smoked meat platter.
"That looks good. I'll probably just have a Rueben or a chicken schnitzel."
When the waitress returned bearing two glasses of water, she took their drink orders and answered all questions they had about the menu. Olivia settled on the chicken schnitzel and Fitz stuck to his smoked meat platter. For their first night in the big apple they enjoyed a nice low-key and tasty dinner. The service was great and it added to their overall experience. When they were done, Fitz paid their tab and they left.
Neither was ready to head back to the hotel so they ended up wandering with Siri as their GPS. They accidentally stumbled upon a music festival at a park and stayed there swaying in each other's arm in time to the indie beat. Not too bad New York, not too bad, they thought.
The next morning they were both too lazy to get up. They laid naked and tangled in each other and soft linen sheets. After returning to the hotel room last night they ended up passionately making love until their bodies quivered in release. When they were finished, Olivia only had enough strength to get up a few minutes later and go clean herself off. She barely even made it with her legs feeling like Jell-O. Fitz on the other hand had already passed out.
Lying there with contentment and satiety rolling off her, she felt tranquil and relaxed in the moment, as she looked through the large rectangular window, surrounded by gray drawn-back curtains, admiring the view of the surrounding tall buildings. Fitz' warm breath lightly tickling her on the back of her neck cocooned her even more.
"I wonder what Bubba is up to," Fitz absentmindedly stated. Their neighbor Teddy was keeping him like he always did when they were away. Bubba was as much theirs as he was Teddy's.
Olivia chuckled internally at how protective he is of his dog, much less when he became a father. She couldn't wait to see him in that role, knowing he was going to kill it.
"You're gonna be a great father one day," Olivia turned around to face him with a smile on her face.
Fitz smiled nervously in return. "You think so?"
"I do," she affirmed.
"Thanks." He leaned forward to peck her lips but she turned her head at the same time and he caught her cheek.
"Morning breath!" she exclaimed, laughing.
"You wound me, Mrs. Grant," Fitz said before pulling her into his arms and began tickling her while attacking her face with kisses.
Around lunchtime, the couple was seated in a subway en route to Manhattan to spend the rest of the day. They'd purchased 3-day city passes and were planning on doing some of the activities that day.
Fitz was sitting with his arm around Olivia and she was leaned into him, reading on her phone. He was looking around, observing the people. He'd never seen so much diversity in one place. Young, old, black, white, Indian, Chinese, Middle Easterner, West African, Caribbean, rich, poor, fat, thin, tall, short, loud, quiet, etc. It was truly amazing to him.
"Aww that's so sad," Olivia's soft voice broke his reverie.
"What's so sad?" He asked a bit loudly so that his voice would be above the noise and clanking sound of the train and its occupants. She handed him her phone to read a post that Humans of New York, HONY had made on Instagram. It was of a Pakistani man sharing about how his wife took care of him when he was diagnosed with tuberculosis three days after their wedding day. She was there for him and help nursed him back to health.
The entire story read, 'Shortly after we were married, I got tuberculosis and rashes broke out all over my body. They smelled so bad that I had to be cleaned three times a day. She always made me fresh food and made sure I had clean clothes every time I bathed. One morning, during this time, she asked me: 'Would you do the same if I got sick?' I promised her: 'I'll do even more.' She died a few years ago from a brain tumor. She was in bed for the last three years of her life. Toward the end, she couldn't identify people. Water from her brain would drain from her eyes. I ran home from the shop three times a day to help her go to the bathroom. I was always sure to turn her. She never had a single bedsore. In the end, the doctor told me: 'It would not have been possible to take better care of her.'
At the end of reading it Fitz was blown away by the incredible, heartbreaking story, told by the man sitting on a carpet in a carpet store.
"Wow. That was incredible but so sad," he said to Olivia, hugging her tighter – appreciating the fact that she was alive and healthy.
"It really was," she exhaled, ignoring some of the nasty looks casting their way for showing off PDA. But they didn't care, they had each other and they were going to revel in that.
New York was everything they'd expected and more. They were enjoying it to the max and with the city pass they were able to tour the city at a reasonable cost. It was already Sunday, their anniversary day. They woke up early and memorialize it with slow lovemaking, relishing in each other and grateful that they'd survived the first 12 months of marriage. They had their lows and their highs and in-betweens, but through it all they wouldn't trade each other.
When they'd had their fill of each other they quickly showered and got dressed. They had two tours to go on. One was to the Statue of Liberty and the other was to the Empire State Building. The couple enjoyed the ferry ride and the trip to the top of the Empire State Building. They took copious amounts of pictures of each other, the spectacular views and together.
By the time they got back from their excursions it was already afternoon. They were exhausted from all the walking and playing tourists. So they retired for a quick nap before having to head out for their anniversary dinner.
It was almost nine when Olivia exited the bathroom fully dressed, simultaneously knocking the wind out of Fitz' chest. He had seen her dressed up before but nothing like this. She looked smoking hot. Scratch that, she looked fucking sexy. He had half a mind to cancel their reservations and have her for dinner and dessert. She was elegantly dressed in a black cut out dress. The Chiquita Bodycon featured front and back cutouts, crossover design, and a back slit. The lightly ribbed black knit material of the dress hugged her figure pleasingly. Paired with red strappy-heeled 4-inch sandals and matching clutch purse. Her face was flawlessly made up and her hair sporting a few wands curls to add body.
"You like?" she asked sultrily, ambling over and then twirling around for him to take in her entire outfit.
Fitz gulped. "I do, I love it. You look incredibly beautiful, Sweet Baby," he praised in a raspy tone.
Olivia blushed and smiled. "Thank you, baby. You look quite dashing yourself." She also complimented, admiring the way his black fitted jeans hugged his ass spectacularly, accentuated by the gray button up shirt that brought out his blue eyes and completed by a tailored black blazer. Plus, appreciating the fact that he was wearing the black combat styled boots she bought him. She'd seen the boots in a Timberland brochure and thought it would be a good fit for his closet. The boots worked well dressed up and dressed down. Since she became his wife, she was somewhat his personal shopper and he didn't seem to mind her doing it. It was kind of like Christmas every time he saw a package in the mail with his name on it or a shopping bag on his side of the closet.
Fitz fitted on his Fitbit Charge onto his left wrist. He never went anywhere without. It was the first gift Olivia had ever given to him so he cherished it. He picked up his wallet from the tabletop and slipped it into his back pocket along with the small black box he'd discreetly hid behind the chic tabletop lamp. He ran his fingers through his hair once and deemed himself ready.
Looking at Olivia who was checking her teeth for what he presumed was lipstick, inquired, "ready when you are beautiful?"
She straightened up from in front the mirror and turned to him with a smile splayed on her lips. "Ready."
They arrived at the Portuguese eatery just in time for their reservation. The low-key stage for one of the city's most original chefs: George Mendes. While the minimalist space was restrained, the food certainly wasn't. Tender baby cuttlefish was the centerpiece of a complex starter featuring coconut curry broth, sea beans, bonito flakes and mint. The exquisite flavor was bursting all over their tongues. Beautiful garlicky shrimp alhinho were finished with an intense shrimp-and-brandy reduction. Desserts stroke the same rustic-refined balance. Among the simple pleasures: custard-soaked brioche served with pink-peppercorn ice cream and blood orange gelée were also had.
After their delectable meal, they sat sipping on Twin Vines vinho verde—a crisp, mildly effervescent, food-friendly white wine. Olivia had no qualms about trading in her preferred red for white when the server suggested it. The night called for something different and she embraced it.
"Sometimes I can't believe that it's already been a year since we did the best impromptu thing of our lives," Olivia confessed softly. The wine in her glass and the sensual feel of Fitz' leg pressed against hers underneath the small table was making her reminiscent.
Fitz reached for her palm laying flat on the table and entwined their fingers together. "Me too, but I'm happy it's not a faction of my imagination. You're real, this," he paused, gesturing between them with his free hand before continuing, "is real."
Olivia smiled and nodded her head in agreement.
"I have to say. When I had asked Chief Beene for you to be on the winter toy drive with me I never envisioned that we would fall in love and get married. But, sometimes life has a way of surprising us, and you; Olivia Carolyn Grant is the best surprise of them all. To our first wedding anniversary… and to fifty more." He raised the wine glass in his left hand and she joined hers with his, creating a clinking sound. They took small sips of their wine before replacing the glasses onto the white marble tabletop.
"I love you so much," Olivia breathed, feeling the weight of her emotions for this incredibly beautiful man fully.
"I love you too, sweet baby. My life wouldn't be this great without you. You complement me in the best of ways."
Olivia blushed and little bubbles of giggles escaped her mouth. "You can stop now. You're already guaranteed to get laid tonight," she teased.
It was Fitz' turn to laugh. "What? Can a man not shower his lady in praises without expecting anything," he quipped back.
Olivia raised her eyebrows at him.
"I mean… Uhhh…" he fumbled adorably, scratching the back of his head.
Olivia laughed. "You're cute. Really cute..." she gushed. Some of his boyish ways helped her envision a little boy the perfect mixture of them.
The couple continued to talk and be silly with each other, enjoying every minute of their time. Suddenly, the conversation was halted when Fitz got up from his chair, walked around to Olivia and slowly got down on one knees. Olivia stared at him with wide eyes. What in the world was he doing? She thought. She watched his hand reached into the inside pocket of his jacket and slowly withdrew a small black box. Her mouth was left agape at the sight.
Fitz took a deep breath before he began, "a year ago when I asked you to marry me, I had nothing but my heart to offer. Tonight, on our very first wedding anniversary I want to redo this with a ring. Olivia Carolyn Grant, you've already done me the greatest favor of being my wife and I want you to know that I love you, care for you, admire you, respect you and adore you with my whole heart. Please accept my ring as a symbol of my undying love for you. Happy Anniversary, baby." He took out the French-set halo diamond band engagement ring in platinum with a 2.25 carat, cushion diamond.
Olivia was in her own world, tears running down her face at his ultimately public expression of his love for her. She only had tunnel vision for him and blocked out the onslaught of loud applauds from the other patrons, celebrating in their moment. She stretched out her left hand and her husband removed the thin gold band that she wore and replaced it with the new ring and placed the old one in the ring box.
Standing to his feet, he gathered her in his arms and kissed her passionately on the lips, pulling apart before things got too heated.
"You made me cry," Olivia complained. All day they had a bet going that she would be the first one to cry but she objected. She was doing great until that moment.
"I'm sorry." He wasn't but he wiped her tears with the back of his thumb.
"No you're not," she laughed and accidentally snorted, which brought on Fitz' laughter as well. He hugged her tightly before resuming his seat opposite her.
Olivia couldn't take her eyes off of her new rock, it was beautiful and modest and oh so her.
"I love it, thank you baby," she looked up and gave him a warm smile.
"I'm glad you do."
Much, much later in the night, the couple found themselves in time square surrounded by a plethora of strangers after deciding to walk off their food. They enjoyed themselves just taking it all in. It was good to be out of their work environment where high levels of stress were found.
"My feet are killing me," Olivia mumbled into Fitz' side; half of her body was practically fused into him.
"You wanna go back to the hotel?" Fitz asked, concerned.
"No," Olivia said quickly. Fitz laughed. If it were up to her they would practically be on the streets all night long.
"What do you want to do then?"
"I want to go on a carriage ride in Central Park," she suggested excitedly.
"Hmm." Fitz thought about it and start to mentally calculate how long it would take them to get to Central Park on foot or whether they should catch a cab. He consulted his dear friend Siri and she advised that it would take 15 minutes on foot. He relayed this information to Olivia and asked whether she wanted to catch a cab or walk, she chose the latter.
On their way over, Olivia suddenly asked, "What would you want our kids to look like?"
Fitz was a bit taken back by her question, as he didn't see it coming. "I don't know, a mixture of the two of us," he answered simply.
"More white than black?"
Fitz stopped walking so that he can study her. Olivia had a way of pulling the rug from underneath his feet with her words when he least expected it.
"Why would you ask me that?"
"Because it would probably be easier for them if they looked more like you than me."
"Well, I don't want that, however they're intend to look that is how I want them to look," he quickly rebutted.
"I'm just saying," Olivia shrugged nonchalantly. Silence fell like a blanket around them and they continued walking.
"You know if we do have children it's going to be different than anything you've experienced before, right? Besides the obvious fact of being a new father, you'll be the father of biracial kids, well technically black kids because for some… if you're not fully white then you're black. No in-betweens." She spoke frankly and Fitz was silent, listening.
"And as much as we're in the 21st century we are still stuck in time. Do you ever think about how it would change your outlook being a white man that would one-day father minorities?" Her voice was pliable and un-accusatory.
He hated the classifications: minority and majority. Hated that society has divided them into class, implying lesser and more value. He so happened to be in the group that was deemed more valuable and to many he had no reason to complain, but he did have reasons. And that started with the inequality between races. He'd seen the police brutality in the news and the hashtags with names of victims, actively listening to his wife rant about systematic racism and being the recipient of many dirty stares when they were out in public together. Since being with Olivia his eyes were opened to a lot, things he never knew before, he learned from her. Hard truths.
Going back to her question he thought about it before answering, "I understand that things will be different and that's fine with me because the two of us are as different as we are the same. I don't know everything in the world and I'm learning along the way, but what I can say without a shadow of doubt is that, I will find a way to be there for our children in every way that they need me and I will love them no matter what."
Heartwarming at his sincere answer she moved closer to him. "Like I said, you're going to make a great father."
He smiled and quickly kissed her on her forehead. "When the time is right," he retorted.
Olivia was feeling disappointed that they were too late for a walk-in horse and carriage tour because they were closing. Fitz was trying to persuade one of the drivers but they weren't having it. So, Olivia tried to do so. She stared solemnly at the elderly man with slightly pouted lips and said, "We're from out of state and only came here to celebrate our wedding anniversary. Today is our first anniversary and we just want to end the night on a great note. Please sir." She even batted her eyes a few time.
"All right… Get in here. I'll give you two a fifteen minute ride on the house."
Olivia smiled widely and beamed, "thank you, thank you, thank you so much."
Fitz said his thank you with less enthusiasm before helping Olivia onto the carriage.
George, their driver kept his promise and gave them a fifteen minutes carriage ride in Central Park. It was entirely too short for Olivia so she made Fitz promise to return the following day. However, she was able to make Fitz' day by giving him season tickets to the Chicago Blackhawks game as his anniversary present.
After the ride, they returned to their hotel room via a taxi.
By the time they'd gotten back to their hotel room things got heated really fast. As soon as the door was opened clothes were roughly pulled and shoved out of the way as they made their way to the expansive bed. Fitz barely registered the skimpy lingerie beneath the tantalizing black dress. He was all too focus on what he knew lay beneath. This morning they enjoyed slow leisure lovemaking but tonight they craved primal, animalistic fucking.
Their clothes had barely been off a few seconds when Fitz slammed his full erect length into her dripping center. She was hot for him, as always. He wasted no time going balls deep while sitting on his heels with her legs wrapped around his ass. He held onto her legs, holding them down while watching his cock disappear into her wet pussy. The sight made him harder and egged him on to go deeper and faster. Olivia was screaming and swearing as she felt her life being snatched from her body.
The next thing she felt was Fitz pulling out of her and pushing her legs even wider apart, painfully so, baring all. He replaced his cock with his hot mouth and he began eating her out. She screamed his name even louder, feeling like she was going to die from pleasure. He was entirely too much for her and she wanted to crawl away but he kept her steady with one giant palm on her lower stomach. She couldn't do anything but feel. The warmth spreading in her lower abdomen was the first sign of her orgasm, and then the quivering of her walls warned her that she was getting closer. Her fingers then grabbed onto his brown locks as she felt her legs trembling and her entire body became stiff when her orgasm peaked. She cried out his name, seeing stars behind her eyelids.
Fitz lapped up her juices like a hungry man eating the tastiest treat. He sucked on her swollen clit one more time before releasing it with a pop. He then moved back up her body and kissed her passionately, feeding her, her taste. She tasted aphrodisiac. At the same time he took ahold of his stiff member and rubbed the sensitive tip through her folds, feeling the fresh wetness flowing out of her and mixing with his precum. The feelings encouraged him to be buried inside her again and he aligned himself with her opening and suck in, in one fluid motion. He hissed at the feel of her still quivering walls squeezing him. He was going to cum soon and he needed her to be there with he do.
Down there for Olivia was oversensitive so she felt every provocative touch he made. It made her wetter and wetter. She joined him in his strokes, matching thrust for thrust. When he thrust down she thrust upward and gyrated her hip into circles. The feeling of pleasure and love was spreading across her body in small waves of desire, steadily increasing in intensity. Fitz' hands were holding down her inner thighs tightly, sure to leave marks in there wake. She didn't care. Her mind and body was on one thing and one thing only, to cum, to peak, to climax, to orgasm, to culminate.
Several minutes of pleasure, ended with them climaxing together and calling out each other's name like an omen.
Fitz collapsed beside Olivia and immediately positioned her body into a spoon.
"I love you," he murmured breathlessly.
"I love you too, Fitz."
End of Flashback
"Are you ready?" Fitz was let out of his brief trip down memory lane when Olivia asked him that question. Before answering her, he grabbed the TV remote and turned it off. It was time they had a serious coversation.
Taking a deep breath, he replied truthfully, "No, I'm not."
His heart broke at Olivia's facial expression. She looked like someone had slapped her across the face.
"Why not?" she asked in a small voice.
"I just want to spend more time with just the two of us before we go down that road, Livvie. Like you said, things will change and I just want to enjoy this time together. I'm not saying that I don't ever want us to have children but I'm saying not now." He sighed. "Why am I not enough for you, Livvie?" he asked quietly. "Don't I make you happy?" His eyebrow rose in question.
Olivia looked down at her clasp hands, ashamed. She even asked herself why she wanted to have a baby so badly when a year ago she wouldn't have. In some ways she didn't quite know.
Releasing one of her hands from the clasp, she reached for his. "You are enough for me and you make me very happy and that is one of the reasons why I want us to make a baby together. To see physical evidence of our love."
"And we will. I'm just asking for some time and I'm asking for you to understand that I'm not there as yet. I'm sorry that I'm the one holding us back from this, baby, I really am."
Olivia nodded in understanding and tears gathered at the corner of her eyes. Her heart was breaking a little. Fitz saw it and wrapped his arm around her tightly, bringing her to rest fully on his chest.
In a shaky voice she asked, "So this means we're not going to try in the New Year?"
"Honestly, I don't know. I hate doing this to you," he added earnestly, squeezing her tighter.
Olivia was getting a little annoyed with his vagueness. She needed a more concrete answer. Looking up at him with pleading eyes, she chided, "I need something more than that, Fitz."
Fitz sighed and then proposed, "how about the following year?"
She gave his proposition some thought. "Ok."
"Ok?"
"Yup that's what you want so that's what we'll do," she conceded, pushing to get up. Fitz stopped her.
"This is not solely about what I want or you want, we're a team so it has to be a collective decision. Especially when it is something as big as reproduction because it will impact us both. So, tell me what you really think about what I proposed?" Fitz spoke in an even no nonsense type of tone, staring intently into her eyes.
He was right. She should be able to disclose what she thought instead of shutting him out.
"I think it's too long," she admitted.
"Fair enough. How about we give it six months and then reconsider at that point? Because things and situations change. People change." He hoped by then he was ready to go down that road with her.
Olivia smiled a little then. She could do that. "Better," she acquiesced.
Fitz was a bit surprised that she'd relented so quickly. Smiling back at her, he said, "Now, can we table this topic for six months from now?"
Olivia nodded, still smiling at him.
"And, can you please tell me upfront what's wrong instead of making me feel like an idiot for not being able to figure out what made you upset?"
Olivia grinned sheepishly. "I'm sorry. Sometimes we are on two different ends of the spectrum and I get mad when you're not thinking like I am. I'm so sorry for tonight, by the way. I admit I acted a bit immaturely," she confessed, hiding her face in his shirt.
"I forgive you but don't let it happen again. The next time you'll face grave consequences."
"Such as…" she looked up at him coyly.
"Won't you want to know," he teased and she pouted her lips. He captured her pouty mouth in an unexpected kiss and kissed her until her toes tingled with need.
"I think tonight requires make up sex," she recommended a bit winded.
"I think so too, Mrs. Grant. Get upstairs and assume the position."
"What position, Sir?" she purred, batting her long lashes.
"Doggy style," he smirked.
AN: I hope you enjoyed this chapter and especially its flashback. Took me a great portion of yesterday and today researching fun things to do in New York. Olitz had a great time in the Big Apple and Olivia was gifted a new ring, how sweet. :) In addition to touring the city they enjoyed each other. Hope you enjoyed their quirky banters, serious talk about the future and sexy time. It was quite fun to write. Sometimes the muses flow like that. LOL
Also, the couple collectively decided to table all baby talks for the next six months. That should help their relationship a whole lot. What you think?
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Until next time,
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