AN: Chapter is shorter than normal but I had to get it by itself. Also, for some reason my muses are only flowing for this story. Will try to update the others soon as I get some time and creative juice. Enjoy!


You are my one and only.
You can wrap your fingers round my thumb and hold me tight.
Oh, you are my one and only.
You can wrap your fingers round my thumb and hold me tight.
And you'll be alright.

Smal Bump by Ed Sheeran

"Fitz, I'm pregnant," Olivia confessed in a soft tone. The two of them were seated inside a kayak when she told him the news. She was sitting in front of the kayak and he sat towards the back. They were surrounded by blue water for miles on both sides. As she awaits his response, she looked up to the sky and that was when she saw it turning dark red.

"Fitz?" She looked over her shoulder after several seconds had passed and he hadn't spoken a single word. But, when she looked back there was no Fitz. Immediately, her body jolted forward in shock and she had to remind herself she was in a tiny boat. Feelings of unease panged her as she began frantically calling his name.

"Fitz!"

"Fitz!"

"Fitz!"

"Where are you? I need you to be here with me. I'm pregnant with your child!" She cried aloud into the open air, the darkening red sky growing and blackening the atmosphere.

Tears were streaming down her face in quick succession as she realized the gravity of her predicament. She was pregnant and alone, stuck in the middle of the ocean.

Then out of nowhere, she saw Fitz rising from the ocean on the back of a whale, wearing a smug smile. "I told you I didn't want to be a father," he said, nonchalant.

"But, Fitz…" Olivia hiccupped, looking at the sight of him riding on a whale's back in astonishment. For a brief second she forgot about her plight, and for some reason she wasn't even scared of the water mammal.

"You're on your own. You're on your own," he repeated while laughing heartily.

"You can't do that!" Olivia yelled from the yellow kayak. "You can't do that to me."

"Watch me!" He said with finality before commanding the whale to swim off with him.

"You can't leave me," Olivia cried, holding onto her stomach. She couldn't believe he left. And if that wasn't bad enough, a torrent of red rain began falling from the sky, quickly filling up the kayak. Olivia found her self too tired to lift her arm so she sat in the small boat, defeated. When it became too heavy to stay afloat on the water top. She began to sink with it, but her arms were still too tired to swim, so she continued sitting defeated. Slowly, her entire body was immersed into the blue now mixed with red water and there wasn't anything she could do about it, except to frantically gasp for air with her mouth – the only part of her that had yet to be covered with water. Eventually, the salty ocean water covered that part of her face. She was fully submerged and continuing to sink. In a faint rhythmic sound she could hear her baby's heartbeat slowly dying along with hers, as darkness slowly consumed them both…

Olivia's body bolted upright from the fresh nightmare she dreamt. Her heartbeat frantically paced in her chest, and her skin feeling clammy with sweat. And on top of that, she was feeling extremely nauseous as she lay on her back next to a sleeping Fitz. With a rise of bile in her throat she rushed out of bed and head straight towards their adjoined bathroom, flipping on the light on her way to the toilet. Just like yesterday, when she threw up for the first time, she barely made it in time before her stomach began retching. She felt incredibly weak. That dream left her both scared and disheartened. A few hours ago she was happy with the news she'd received, but now she was scared out of her mind. What if he leaves me like he did in the dream? She questioned, as outlandish as the dream was.

Bent over the toilet dry heaving, she heard movements coming from their bedroom and silently cursed her loud movements for waking Fitz up.

"Livvie, you all right?" His sleepy voice asked from the outside of the room.

Olivia couldn't reply to him because at the same time she felt another onslaught of puke arising.

Fitz entered the bathroom to the sight of his wife on her knees, clutching the back of the toilet seat for dear life. He quickly befell worried, thinking that it was an aftereffect of being trapped in the burning building, a few hours prior. He quickly got down on his knees by her side and began rubbing circles into her back. As she was still only wearing a pair of panties, he hoped the skin-to-skin contact would alleviate some of her discomfort. For several minutes later, he comforted her with encouraging words and warm touches until the urge to vomit had abated, at least for now.

After flushing the toilet, he gently led her over to the bathroom sink and helped her wash and clean her mouth. When her mouth was minty fresh, she turned to him and in a weak voice and said. "I think I'm going to take a shower."

"Are you sure about that? Do you want us to go back to the hospital?" Fitz asked, concern and worry written all over his face.

"That's not necessary. I just need to wash off the vomit that got on me and I'll come back to bed and rest," she explained while already moving towards the walk in shower to turn on the hot water.

"Ok, I'll get you some water to drink in the meantime." Fitz although filled to the brim with apprehension decided to give her space, exited the room and head to the kitchen to retrieve a bottle of water for her.

Meanwhile, as the warm stream of water fell on her Olivia began to relax. She took deep, calming breaths while mentally giving herself a pep talk. It's going to be ok, Olivia. He's going to want this baby. He's not going to leave us, so stop panicking. Ok? Ok.

She continued taking deep breaths to keep her heartbeat from returning frantic. Hopefully, everything will be fine once she told Fitz about the pregnancy and she was going to, as soon as she got out of the shower. She promised.

Sighing heavily, she wondered how she was going to break the news to him. So, she began mentally practicing different ways she could.

Hey, babe. I'm pregnant.

Guess what? I'm pregnant.

You won't believe the good news? I'm pregnant! Woohoo!

None of the ones she came up with sounded right. How was she going to tell her husband who clearly stated that he wasn't ready to become a father that he was going to be one, anyways? The fear that she tried so hard to get rid of earlier came back tenfold. And, instead of rinsing her skin from the sudsy soap and getting out of the shower, she applied more soap to her bath sponge and slowly began working it into her skin.

As she stalled the inevitable, her mind drifted to about a month ago. Her hands naturally gravitated towards her womb as she thought about the exact moment when their child was conceived. Well, that was the moment she came up with after doing her calculations.

Flashback to about a month ago…

Olivia was excited for their date night as it was Fitz' turn to plan something for them to do. He always had fun things for them to try, many of it was Olivia's first time. Earlier in the day when he advised her that she needed to dress in comfortable, preferably workout gear, she knew that she was in for a treat.

From the time they left the house, Olivia was bombarding Fitz with questions about where they were going but he kept a tight lip. Eventually, she stopped questioning him and corralled her body and mind into enjoying the ride. However, the minute they turned onto Kingsbury St. she was able to guess what they were going to do.

Twenty minutes later, her assumption was correct. They were going on the Navy Pier Fireworks Paddle. Olivia had never been kayaking before so she was a little apprehensive, but for the most part she was excited about it. As they got situated into the two-seater kayak with Olivia at the front and Fitz at the back; they collected their paddles from the attendant. It was a group of them with two kayak guides that would lead the way.

When the tour began, Olivia was laughing freely at how uncoordinated her and Fitz' paddle strokes were. So they had to make up a little song to help them remain on the same page, least they ended up going around in circles.

"To the right to the right. To the left to the left…" They sang, laughing out loud at their silliness as they effectively maneuvered the kayak in a straight line. An awe-inspiring vantage point was given to experience Chicago from the peaceful platform of a flat-water recreational sea kayak. Paddling through the steel and concrete canyons in the heart of downtown Chicago, offering a 'duck's eye view' of the city. It was perfect, an experience to be added to the vault of memories they'd already created with each other.

Midway through the tour, fireworks began lighting up the dark sky. It was breathtaking as they sat afloat the water while taking in the magnificent display of bursting colors in various designs erupt into the night.

By the end of the tour, they were both giddy with happiness. While standing in line to return their rental equipment, they made small talks with another couple, Alice and Paul who had randomly invited them to drinks at a place called, The Motel Bar. They took them up on their offer and agreed to walk to the bar together. Fitz and Paul hit it off as they found out that they were both surprisingly from Santa Barbara, California. Meanwhile, Olivia and Alice made small talks, which were mostly forced on Olivia's part. Alice seemed quite reserved so after awhile Olivia stopped trying.

However, as the night played out Olivia was surprised to see the same woman who couldn't speak a word other than her name practically fucking her boyfriend on the dance floor after a few drinks, and he was encouraging her advances. It was then, she told Fitz to pay off their tab and they left in a whirlwind of laughter without bidding their "new" friends bye. The night left them feeling impulsive as they walked towards the parking garage to collect their car.

In her slight inebriated stupor, Olivia said, "I dare you to fuck me in the back seat of my car."

Fitz chuckled and pulled her against him in a side hug. He'd only had a beer so his mind was clear and rational.

"Nope. Have you seen my height?" He wasn't looking forward to a back pain the next morning all because he tried to fit his 6'2" body into places that wouldn't comfortably accommodate his frame.

Olivia groaned disapprovingly, "Come on. I'm feeling horny and I don't want to wait until we get home."

Fitz eyed her suspiciously through the yellow light cast upon them by the overhead street lamp.

A light bulb went off in his head seconds before he asked, "That turned you on, didn't it?"

Olivia pretended to look insulted. "I don't know what you're talking about," she lied.

"Oh. My. God! You little kink, you!" he accused playfully and she rolled her eyes before bursting into laughter.

"What! I'm human with hormones so it is normal to feel some kind of way when people are practically fucking in front of you," she expressed with flailing arms, as they continued walking side by side.

Fitz grinned and pulled her along with him. When they got to the car he opened her door and just before she climbed in, he said, "Take off your pants. You can leave on your underwear." With a surprise and aroused expression marring her face, she wordlessly complied, discreetly pulling off her black jeggings and exposing her butt cheeks scantily clad in a lacy black thong.

"Sit," he commanded, gesturing towards the seat. She looked a bit annoyed as she did and buckled up; she had thoughts of him taking her inside of the mostly vacant parking garage but he didn't. He closed her door and walked over to his side and got behind the wheels. He started the vehicle while putting on his seatbelt and slowly backed out of the corner parking space and made his way out of the garage.

When they approached the first traffic light a minute later, Fitz' right hand snaked between her legs, catching her by surprise. A loud hiss escaped her lips from his bold action. He smirked, as his eyes kept looking straightforward while his fingers continued moving pass the lacy fabric of her panty.

Olivia closed her eyes and opened her legs wider as his fingers began caressing her outer lips. She could feel herself growing wetter by the millisecond.

The light changed and turned to green. Without removing his fingers from her quim, he released his right foot from off the break pedal and lightly tapped on the gas, jolting the car forward. Luckily, he was driving her automatic transmission car so he was afforded one-handed navigation.

As they journeyed home, Fitz continued his practiced assault on her wet pussy. It was the sheer force of willpower that he hadn't pull off to the side of the busy road and taken her.

Olivia's legs were even wider apart as she felt two of his thick, long digits enter her while his thumb continued to circle her clit with precision. Then he suddenly stopped his ministrations, just when she began feeling the warmth of her orgasm rising in the pit of her stomach.

"What!" She cried frustrated, she was almost there. Instead of replying to her with words, Fitz removed his fingers from the inside of her and placed them into his mouth where he sucked them clean.

"I had to taste you," he explained, returning his fingers into her awaiting pussy. The intoxicating scent of her arousal was driving him crazy and he just had to taste her before he went outlandish. Her taste always served to satisfy him, if only for a moment. And it did, even though his erection was painfully trying to burst through the seams of his cargo shorts.

The second his fingers returned inside her silken walls, the telltale signs of her orgasm returned and she rode his fingers faster the closer she got to it. When she came her entire body stiffened seconds before her lower half began convulsing uncontrollably, as her essence flowed abundantly onto his hand and car seat. They were going to have to clean that.

Fitz was reaching his breaking point and fortunately, they were five minutes away from home. He had to mentally caution himself from driving too fast, as he was already 5 miles above the speed limit.

The minute he pulled into their small driveway, he parked the car and turned it off while simultaneously reclining his seat. It was a cool night so they didn't really needed any AC or the windows to crack.

Olivia didn't need to be told what was going to happen, as she unbuckled her seatbelt before climbing onto his lap. She helped him to unbutton his shorts and free his erect cock, fisting it in her hand, the velvety feel of his warm penis weighty in her grip.

Fitz kissed her hungrily, snaking his tongue inside of her mouth, drawing out her fruity taste from the cocktails she consumed earlier. Shortly after, their coming together materialized when Olivia pushed her panty to the side and slowly lowered herself onto his stiff cock.

Fitz took handfuls of her ass, moving her up and down his shaft while continuing his best effort to breathe while kissing her deeply. It was a heady atmosphere, the windows of the car fogging up from the heat their bodies manufactured.

For several minutes, only the sounds of moans and slapping skin can be heard along with quiet words of encouragement, lust and love as they coupled.

The cold water flowing out of the showerhead brought Olivia out of her recollection. Quickly, she shut off the water, exited the shower and grabbed a towel to dry off her skin. She hadn't meant to stay that long in the shower, but as soon as she began recalling the memory of that night her mind was lost in the sensation.

Hurriedly, she pat dried her skin before slathering on organic body lotion and face cream. In just a towel, she exited the bathroom and made her way to their bedroom. To her dismay, Fitz was still awake, sitting on the edge of the bed. "How are you feeling?" he asked cautiously.

"Better," she returned before wordlessly moving to the dresser and pulling out a pair of cotton boyshorts panties. She slipped into them before grabbing a silk nightgown from the second drawer. Also, slipping into the gown she made her way back to the bathroom to hang up the damp towel.

Upon returning, she noticed that Fitz was now lying on his back.

Instead of heading to her side of the bed, she moved to his side and tentatively sat next to him.

Taking a deep breath, she opened her mouth and said, "I'm pregnant." No embellishments but straight truth. She just had to get it out before she gave herself a coronary. In the moment, Olivia's heart was beating out of her chest. She was so petrified of what he was going to say from her midnight revelation.

With bated breath, she watched as he slowly got up from his reclined position and sat up. His face was carefully guarded as he studied her.

Olivia's apprehensions grew by the seconds when he didn't say a word. She could feel the tears pricking at the corner of her eyes as her dream replayed vividly in her mind.

She didn't know that he wasn't willfully withholding a response from her; he was shocked, muted by her confession.

In a whispery, tear filled voice, Olivia pleaded. "Fitz, talk to me." He didn't.

After more seconds had passed and no words escaped his lips Olivia began crying, feeling the depravation of his silence. It was her tears that brought him out of his shock and he finally reacted by pulling her into the biggest bear hug. Fitz hugged her so tightly, she felt as though he was going to cut off her oxygen supply. He might not have spoken a word yet, but his acceptance and joy for their baby was felt in his hug. It overwhelmed her and she began crying louder, this time in happiness. And to her surprise she felt wetness on her neck as he also cried. For several minutes they were enveloped in each other's embrace, commemorating the beginning of a new journey they were about to embark on.

Finally pulling apart, Fitz murmured, "We're having a baby." So many emotions were coursing through his body. When she announced her pregnancy he only felt fear, for several seconds fear consumed him to the point where he couldn't think or react, but it didn't last for long. Somewhere deep inside of him, warmth began spreading at the thought of creating life with the love of his life. As that feeling intensified, he felt the coldness from the fear slowly began melting away. What he didn't anticipate was the overwhelming feeling that came after; it left him crying against his wife's shoulder. They were having a baby. The realization was nothing he had experienced before and nothing he could compare it to. He didn't feel dread as he did all those years ago when Tiffany announced her supposed pregnancy or when she called to say that she had kept the child. No, this time, he felt a new emotion. He couldn't say exactly what it was.

Olivia was still teary-eyed as she stared into his unwavering gaze. "We are. I found out I'm 4 weeks along when I was at the hospital tonight. I didn't know because I had gotten my period last month." She stated, silently praying that he didn't think she manipulated him this time.

Fitz smiled at her, caressing her hand with the back of his as an eternity passed. Closing his eyes, he spoke heartfelt, "I'm…I'm happy. I want this, Liv. I wasn't sure before but I'm sure now. I want this."

With those string of words spoken, he had no idea how much positive effect it had on Olivia. The bundle of nerves in her stomach was suddenly loosened and she felt at ease, well as at ease as a first time mother can be.

Shortly after, they lay together as Olivia retold him how she found out. She briefly got up to grab the ultrasound and showed it to him. Explaining that the small dot was their baby. Fitz tried not to cry again but she saw his eyes became watery as he studied the ultrasound diligently. This was real… was the only thought he could think of.

The first time parents although unsure of what their journey ahead would look like, found safety and security in each other's arms.

With her head on his chest and his hand loosely cupping her lower belly, he said, "You know what this means?"

"What?" She angled her head upwards.

He took a few seconds to formulate his next words carefully. "Being a firefighter is going to have to be put on hold."

Smiling ever so lightly, she said, "I know."

Fitz breathed a sigh of relief, gratefully that he didn't have to fight her on this because no way was he consenting to her working while pregnant, least a repeat from the previous afternoon reoccurred.

He palmed her belly tighter. "Thank you."

She wasn't sure why he was thanking her but she didn't question it. She snuggled deeper into his arms, grateful that her nightmare was not her reality. This was her reality…


AN: Hope I was able to portray Fitz' reaction in a realistic way. He had his moments of shock but eventually recovered and was able to accept the gift of life. And they cried… *sniff sniff* Can't wait to begin this journey with them. Thankfully, Olivia's stress level will go down now since she told him, because she was working herself into frenzy. The nightmare would've only been the beginning of it. Btw, have you ever had a dream that made no sense? That was kind of what I was going for with Fitz riding on the back of a whale. LOL. I also hope that you enjoyed the little flashback with how Baby Grant was conceived on their fun date night.

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Until next time,

XOXO