Updated: 12/18/15

Author's Note: Hello, faithful readers, hope your Christmas holiday is going great. Before you begin reading this chapter I want to inform you of some minor changes. If you would like to see pictures relating to this story and others, I highly recommend that you check out my blog Kiki-Writes (there's a small dash in between) on Tumblr. There you'll be able to see lots of stuffs relating to my stories. Each chapter I will try to post pictures coinciding with what is going on to make it more relatable to you. With that being said, ENJOY!

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Olivia's POV

The days that followed the fallout had been an upward battle on both parties to move forward. In spite of coming from a place of love Fitz acknowledged his wrongdoing and Olivia graciously forgave him. She was ready to leave the entire ordeal in the past, but that wasn't easy when Claris chose to call her every morning as though she was a human alarm clock. Olivia, however, chose to not answer any of her calls or listen to any of the voicemails left to garner her attention. As of right now, her unread voicemail count was up to five. She wasn't ready to deal with Claris and her sudden supplication for repentance.

Despite being on better terms with each other, Fitz had plans to make it up to her. His simple request to "dress up" almost left Olivia in a panic since "dressing up" was hard these days when her body housed two ever-growing babies, restricting her closet. Nevertheless, she was able to put together an outfit almost effortlessly after looking through her closet for close to 30 minutes. A few picture messages and positive replies from Tina had her confident in her final choice.

A skimpy pair of lacy undergarment left her feeling desirable as she pulled on the ribbed, dark red, long-sleeved dress. Once the dress was in place she left the warm alcove of their master bathroom, padding her way to the main area of their bedroom. There she came upon the sight of her man, very masculine man as he applied a dab of cologne on his neck. The strong spicy, ocean blue scent already making her weak in the knees.

"Mmmm, you look handsome," she praised, her eyes perusing his virile form. She wasn't lying; he looked delectable in a navy long-sleeved, V-neck sweater in a wool blend with a nepped texture. He paired it nicely with light gray chinos and black boots. It shouldn't come as a surprise that he looked great in the get up since she was the one who made the purchase. At each sighting of the individual pieces she instinctively knew that he would look delectable in them, and boy she wasn't wrong. She hungrily took him in, feeling like the luckiest girl in the world.

"Thanks, baby," his baritone voice crooned. She looked up at his smirking lips, beckoning her forward and she succumbed. On her naked red painted toes she tipped upwards and planted a chaste kiss on those sinful lips of his. Just when they were on the brink of losing themselves Fitz pulled back.

Clearing his throat, he said, "That's for later. Finish up, or we'll miss our reservations."

She mumbled an "ok" before doing just that.


After refilling Bubba's water and food they were ready to go, that was until Fitz ran upstairs to retrieve a hat at last minute, after checking the temperature on his phone. Although it wasn't snowing the weather was in the early 30s. Olivia had mentally high-fived herself for wearing her mama tights to keep her legs warm when he read the temperature aloud.

Standing by the closed front door she looked up when she heard her husband's approaching footsteps. Laughter immediately escaped her lips when he came into full viewing.

"What are you wearing on your head?"

Fitz chuckled as well. "What? You don't like?" He gave her a boyish grin, ambling over to her.

"Unless you're 5 and still watch Sesame Street, I think it's unacceptable to wear cookie monster on your head," she teasingly replied.

"Whatever woman…"

She laughed again, shaking her head at his silliness, taking his outstretched hand before he led them through the front door.


Fitz' POV

Fitz was in a good mood, high spirits, which wasn't unusual but he was feeling particularly jubilant. It probably had to do with the Christmas season but truthfully it wasn't. This joyous feeling erupting every 5 seconds in his chest had to do with his wife and her unconditional love for him. Just like every other couple they had their falling out and had done things to each other that range from bad to really bad. However, in the midst of hurt there was almost always an opportunity for reconciliation, forgiveness and healing. Although knowing that he had the green light to forgiveness he still went a step further to make up for his offense. And it didn't come cheap, but that was a price he chose to pay.

After parking the car in a nearby parking garage the couple made their way down the slightly crowded sidewalk, mapping their way through and around young and old couples, families with boisterous little children and workers hastily trying to make their way home. It was a beautiful Friday night sauntering through downtown with his lover on his arm despite of the cold, crisp air.

Her gasp when they came upon their final destination made him smiled proudly. That was the effect he had hoped for.

"Fitz!" He turned to watch her beautiful doe-shaped eyes.

"I wanted tonight to be special," was the only answer he was going to provide and she seemed content with it, because the next thing he knew was that he was being pulled towards the entrance of the swanky restaurant.

"I can't believe we're dining here," Olivia's voice hushed, still holding a tinge of wonderment as he helped her out of her black wrap-front coat, delightedly taking her in. She looked radiant in her figure hugging dress with black ankle booties. Her soft fluffy hair framed her face in a tantalizing way that complemented her natural beauty.

He only smiled as he shrugged out of his pea coat once Olivia's was completely off. After checking in their coats they were led to their seats – a small square table with two tastefully sculptured chairs with high backs. The restaurant was dimed to provide a romantic and intimate ambiance with soft music wafting in the air; even the voices of the surrounding patrons were hushed. As ever chivalrous, Fitz pulled out one of the chairs for Olivia, ensuring she was seated comfortably before making his way to the other one.

As soon as they were seated a long-limbed man with short black hair, dressed in all black approached their table. "Welcome to Alinea." His smile wide, showing off clean white teeth.

Fitz and Olivia politely reciprocated his greeting before listening to his montage about the restaurant. Alinea had been universally praised for its innovative approach to modernist cuisine. It had three times been named the Best Restaurant in America and was the only restaurant in Chicago, and one of only 12 in the U.S., to earn the coveted Michelin 3-Star rating. It had also won the James Beard Award for Best Service in the United States.

By the time their server, Frank, had left for their introductory course they'd learn quite a bit about the fine establishment.

"What?" Fitz smiled when he felt the penetrative gaze of a certain woman peering into him.

"How much did you pay for the reservation?" she deadpanned in whisper.

Fitz smiled and shook his head. "Don't worry about it. Just enjoy," he implored. At the opening of her mouth, no doubt to rebuff, he interrupted, "Livvie, don't. We can afford this. Don't worry about it." This time his voice was much more commanding and she finally relented. Good!

He watched as she inhaled deeply before a warm smile splayed across her lips. "Thank you."

"Anything for you, baby."

Just as their conversation was wrapping up two floating balloons being held by small food tongs were coming to them. Frank deposited the intro foretaste with the flourish of a seasoned waitperson.

Fitz smiled, as Olivia's eyes became twice its normal size when Frank explained what the edible balloon consisted of.

"This is an edible green apple balloon filled with helium. You can inhale the helium with your lips, or use the pin at the bottom of the string to pop it." He then proceeded to point at the silver pin tied to the chewy looking string.

"Enjoy!" Frank stepped back with a slight bow and retreated from the table.

"OMG!" Olivia squeaked, clasping her hands together, clearly excited to try it.

"Wait…" Fitz' slightly alarming tone stopped her in her tracks.

"Huh?"

"Is it safe for you to inhale helium?" He questioned, worried that the funny gas could harm the babies.

Her eyebrows knitted together in thought. "I actually don't know." She made a humph before saying, "I'll just pop it."

More at ease Fitz watched as she did just that before chewing on the clear balloon.

"Mmm…"

"Good?" Fitz queried, watching as her eyelids close down

"Very good…" she stressed.

At her genuine approval he latched on to the balloon, sucking out the helium. It only took a few seconds for it to collapse.

"Hello, my name is Olivia Grant." Fitz warbled in his helium induced high-pitched voice, making Olivia lose it, which in turn made him lose it.

"Could you imagine if you sounded like that? You'd lose 50% of your sex appeal." Her eyes twinkled with mischief as her words mock him in harmful amusement.

Fitz clutched his chest with his free hand, feigning offense.


Olivia's POV

The evening was flowing wonderfully, filled with lots of laughter and tasty food displayed in artistic arrangements. The experience was truly one of a kind. Her face was warm and her cheeks hurt from all of the laughter drawn from her throat by her lover. He was so attentive, complimenting her every so often, ensuring that she was comfortable at all times, and most importantly showing her a good time.

With the absence of alcohol on both their parts they were both drunk on something. Drunk on love or as Beyoncé would sing, Drunk in Love. It was a heady feeling to be had, as they canoodled across the small table, sharing bites and sensual touches.

The conversation moved to an awkward but funny encounter Fitz had two days ago on an emergency call at work. A woman dialed 911 after hearing yelling and shouting coming from her neighbor's apartment. When they arrived, they pounded on the door until the occupant finally opened up. That's when they discovered that the man was in no danger. He'd just been having a rough time on the toilet.

"Ohmygawwwd…." Olivia clutched her belly, trying to temper her laughter so that's he wouldn't interrupt her neighbors. "Poor guy."

"I know right. His pants was still down when we got to him. He'd turned 50 shades of red." Fitz continued to humor her.

"I could only imagine." She wiped the side of her teary eyes while stifling another bout of laughter.

"The guys were having a field day on our way back to the firehouse."

Olivia snickered, envisioning the scene.

The rest of their meal continued much like this with plenty back and forth banter until it was time for dessert. Alinea was known for its full-on performance re their desserts. Frank recommended the chocolate drop and they acquiesced to the treat. Upon delivery, Frank swirled spoonfuls of red lingonberry syrup and yellow butternut directly onto the tabletop followed by drops of sweet stout reduction, before ultimately smashing a bowling-sized chocolate ball like a piñata. The element of surprise and sound with the ball breaking on the table caused Olivia to yelp before bursting into light giggles.

Frank smiled at her and went into explaining the different elements of the dessert. "This is our Winter Scene dessert. We use birch bark and Douglas fir as a serving piece which replicates the aesthetics of a snowy winter in New Hampshire."

Olivia and Fitz looked on in wonder at how beautifully displayed the dessert was.

"It contains peppermint snow, compressed persimmon, honey gelée, cranberry pudding, and anise hyssop. Enjoy!" Once again, Frank stepped back and retreated from the table. She wasn't familiar with many of the ingredients but that didn't stop her from immediately digging in.

"Mmm… this might be my favorite of the night," Olivia murmured around the delectable dessert.

Fitz let out a satisfactory mumble in agreement. The chocolate drop was mmm mmm good!


The food and restaurant experience lived up to its hype, and even surpassed it. Once they left the fine establishment they leisurely strolled down the bustling sidewalk, entwined by the elbows.

"Thank you for tonight." Olivia breathed, stopping long enough to gave him a smooch on his right cheek before tugging playfully on the strings of his cookie monster hat. "Still can't believe you're proudly wearing this."

He smiled. "You're welcome, babe. I wanted to make up for what I did, to let you know how remorseful I am."

She blushed, silently accepting his apology for the thousandth time. It was already water under the bridge. They continued to walk in a comfortable silence for a few minutes. It was nice just being in the moment as they made their way to no destination, or so she thought. "Fitz?" Olivia's voice pitched as she looked up, surprised by him for the second time for the night when he led them in front of the John Hancock Center building, one of the taller buildings in downtown Chicago.

"We're going dancing," he relayed, wiggling his eyebrows at her. The sight of him doing such in his silly hat had her grinning.

"We are?"

"Uh huh. We're going to a silence disco."

Olivia arched a perfectly coiffed eyebrow at him in disbelief.

"Come on, you'll see." He gave her a dazzling, panty dropping smile before ushering her through the wide doors of the skyscraper leading to the lobby.

As they made their way up to the 94th floor their hands never left each other's. The elevator was fairly crowded with other patrons, impeccably dressed in high-end semi-formal attire. Olivia watched the slim figures of women skimpily clad underneath their open front coats and began feeling self-conscious about her pregnant state. It wasn't that she was huge but she wasn't small either, and the realization made her somber.

"Stop biting your lips, beautiful," Fitz whispered in her ears, pulling her out of her funk and halting her nervous habit. She blushed at his gentle chastisement and forced herself to not dwell on the negatives. It was a good night, she was having a good time with her husband and she wanted to keep it that way.

"Much better." He tenderly kissed her temple at the same time the elevator doors opened with a ding.

The first thing Olivia noticed once they got off the elevator was the absent of blaring speakers. She already liked it as strange as it was. At the coatroom they checked their coats before walking towards the entry point where they were giving special kind of headphones. One of the attendants there showed them how to changed the channels. With each change of the three channels the headphones changed colors, altering from blue, to green and to yellow.

Her hands clasped onto Fitz' tightly as they found a clear opening near one of the floor length windows displaying the glorious skyline. Some of the surrounding buildings looked like small overly lit dollhouses from where they were standing. Looking around the room Olivia couldn't hold in the short chortle at the absurdity of people dancing to different tunes signaled by the different color headphones. Without wearing a headphone it looked like madness, fun madness.

"What is playing on yours?" She turned her attention on Fitz who had just put on his headphone.

"Some song by Drake," he almost shouted, changing the dial on the back of the headphone to check out the other two stations. One was rap, the other R&B and Pop, and the last one classical rock.

Olivia settled hers on the R&B and Pop station while Fitz went to classical rock. Earned It by The Weekend was playing on hers and she immediately erupted in jubilee; her hips sway from side to side as best as her watermelon-sized belly would allow.


Fitz' POV

As the night progressed Fitz felt himself loosen up. He and Olivia were now listening to the same channel as they danced together. When they weren't dancing they were breaking for a quick drink. Despite the absence of alcohol the drinks were pretty good. The zero proof cocktails they consumed were on point. She sipped on the east street martini, which was a mixture of pineapple, cranberry and orange juices while he guzzled his lime-mint refresher – a concoction of fresh lime sour, mint leaves and lemon-lime soda. Ever since the news of their pregnancy he'd joined his wife in solidarity to not consume alcohol since she couldn't. And it wasn't a haggard experience, as Stephen would tease.

The place was getting jam-packed as the night continued and Fitz was growing nervous that someone could accidentally hit her in the belly. Their small little opening they had in the corner was growing smaller and smaller. He was just about to suggest leaving when Sam Cooke's Twistin' the Night Away came through their headphones. It was one of his wife's favorite old school songs so he swallowed his suggestion.

He watched as her eyes widened before him and couldn't resist capturing the moment. Reaching inside of his front pocket he grabbed his iPhone and tapped on the camera app before starting to videotape her dancing. The lights in the background sparkled around her, creating a halo above her head as she danced with carefree abandon. She was beautiful, ethereal and breathtaking in that moment and he was glad that he captured it for later consumption.

Fitz stopped recording and returned his phone to his pocket when she grabbed his left forearm to dance with her. His face split in a big ole grin as he danced with the most beautiful woman in the room. She makes me so happy…

They're twistin', twistin'

Everybody's feelin' great

They're twistin', twistin'

They're twistin' the night away


On the way home they recounted their experience.

"I think that's how parties should be done. Reduce the noise pollution and no smoking." The elation in her voice was distinct as she sat in the passenger seat with her head leaned against the headrest of the chair. Fitz had done his research and ensured that the club didn't allow people to smoke electrical cigarettes indoors before even considering it.

"I agree. It was really fun."

She sighed contentedly. "At first, I was feeling self conscious about being that pregnant lady at a club but after a while I stop feeling that way."

"Was it before or after you start grinding on me?" He teased, casting her a quick glance before returning his eyes on the road.

She snickered and Fitz almost closed his eyes at the sensual sound of her giggles, as it shot right to his manhood, awakening him. Right then all he could envision was her naked in bed beside him, underneath him, on top of him, it didn't matter as long as she was naked. He wanted this woman any which way he could get her.

"Definitely before or else I wouldn't have done that." He sneered at her response.

The upcoming traffic light changed to red just as they were approaching and Fitz internally groaned at the delay. He was trying to get home quickly to make sweet love to his wife. But as he waited for the light to change, he watched as Olivia's eyes began fluttering shut and he let out another internal groan at the prospect of not finishing the night the way he would like. It was already after midnight, which to be fair was way past her bedtime. By 9, 9:30 she was already sliding between the crisp sheets of their bed.

The light changed and he gently lift off the breaks before lightly tapping on the gas pedal, careful to not startle her awake.

By the time they got home, Fitz watched as Olivia hastily pulled her hair up in a high puff before tying around it with her trusty silk scarf, then she went to the bathroom for a quick shower, it didn't matter what time it was she always showered after coming home from a public place. He trailed behind her and let out an audible groan as he took in her skimpily cladded figure from behind, in a black and white lingerie set. He wanted her badly but before he could make moved to seduce her, she let out a long yawn. She was tired and he wasn't going to take advantage of her body in such a vulnerable state, so he tempered his arousal.

When he'd finished with his cold shower, which was a bitch being that it was already cold outside and he didn't need to invite that kind of torture inside. If he had put much more thought into it he would've went outside to settle his raging libido versus the hell he just put his body through. Shaking his head at his own idiosyncrasy he slid between the warm bedding on their queen-sized bed and immediately snuggled against his wife's warm body; surprised that he didn't startle her awake from his frosty one. But it was Olivia; she slept through almost everything.

As he settled into bed, he couldn't stop the smile that formed widely on his lips at her round stomach protruding underneath the earth tone colored comforter. His hands gently moved below the comforter to her baby bump and settled there affectionately. Some days it was surreal that he was months away from being a father, to twins no less. All of the parenting books that he was reading still didn't ready him for what was to come. He felt nervous, anxious, and apprehensive and every other word that could describe his uneasy nerves. But amidst all of the worry he also felt excitement. He couldn't wait to hold their little ones in his hands, to see their little faces – a perfect mixture of him and his love. He was excited and terrified at the same time. He hoped that he wouldn't screw them up too much. His heart told him that he would never, but his mind tried to tell him differently. He consciously chose to listen to his heart. And with that choice he believed that they were going to be all right. The strong, beautiful, caring woman lying beside him wouldn't expect anything less. He was going to love her and their babies and do right by them until the end of his life.

Rolling onto his side, he settled even closer to her for a better snuggle before succumbing to sleep himself.


Olivia's POV

The next morning she was the first to wake, and like most mornings the first thing she did was empty her bladder. Once that was taken care of she made her way back to bed to snuggle up with her man. She was feeling rejuvenated and happy. She'd had such a good time last night but felt a tinge guilt for passing out on him. Her eyes glanced at the time on the alarm clock. 7 AM. It was a bit too early for him to wake on his day off but she had the perfect way to do so.

Snuggling in closer to his side she snaked her right hand down his taut chest, the man had the body of a Greek god; he was taut and rigid in all of the right places and that delicious V that led to the promise-land of all promise-lands literally made her weak in the knees. She had barely been touching him and moisture was already pooling between her legs. She slowly explored his naked torso before sliding her hands downward, settling it on one of his strong thighs. She looked up at his face but he had yet to stir. He looked so handsome with his messy bedhead, his chocolate curls askew, some resting on his forehead – beckoning her to touch but she resisted– his mouth was slightly opened, letting out the most adorable snore. She sighed at how perfect he was to her.

Coming out of her momentarily bliss she slipped the comforter lower to see her handiwork; her eyes hungrily taking in his semi-firm erection, as her hands sensually began rubbing it through his burgundy drawstring pajamas bottom. He was flying commando as per usual, unsurprisingly. That was his memo for bedtime, sometimes forgoing clothes altogether.

Closing her eyes she allowed herself to feel his growing hardness through the cotton material. Overtime she longed for skin-to-skin contact, so she slipped her hand beneath the waistband of his bottom, landing on the soft patch of hair that she slowly ran nimble fingers through. That brought a hiss out of his mouth and her eyes shot up to his face to see his reaction. His eyes were still closed but his body awaked from her machinations.

She grinned lasciviously as she took ahold of his length. He was so warm and pulsing in her hand. She so wished that she could've easily bent over him and taken him into her mouth, but knew that was not realistic as her movement was ungainly on simpler tasks. So she settled to pleasure him with her hand.

After a few seconds of fondling his length and pair of twin jewels his hips buck and he hissed, "oh god…"

"Wake up, baby," she sang in a carnal tone, watching as his eyes slowly fluttered open, revealing stormy blue gray eyes, a telltale sign that he was aroused along with the red tint of the outer shell of his earlobes. Now that she'd gotten his attention, albeit he was still drowsy with sleep, she was officially ready to begin.

The drawstring on his pajamas bottom was nimbly untied and his pants shoved down his thighs, releasing his thick erect length in the process. Just seeing him in all of his male glory had her wetter than a rooftop on a rainy day. As she fisted him and watched as the thin skin on his swollen length moved up and down, she found herself even more stimulated. She always marveled at how well proportioned and beautiful his cock was that begged to occupy her mouth.

"God, Livvie…" he grunted, the sound rushing straight to her core, making her press her legs tightly together to quell the throbbing ache at the apex of her thighs. Taking a deep breath, she refocused her attention on the matter at hand, or, in this case in hand.

"I want you in my mouth." It was more of a command than a plea spilling from her lips. She wanted his beautiful dick for breakfast. She didn't have to ask twice before he shot up from his reclined position to a kneeling one, fully awake.

"How do you want me?" Olivia almost choked on a giggle threatening to spill from his eager question.


Fitz' POV

To say that he'd woken up in heaven was a huge understatement. The pleasurable feeling he experienced was more than just a mythical place; it was reality. But it didn't end there. No… it didn't. When she said that she wanted him in her mouth he almost leaped out of his skin in glee. It was no secret between them that these past months he wasn't a recipient of oral loving, which was fine with him. But he wasn't going to give up on a chance to get his back blown out from what he deemed as the best blowjob. And trust him, he'd had plenty of experience in the past.

Thinking at the moment was a difficult achievement, as his dick literally hanged in limbo between his wife's lips. His goddess, his wife, his best friend was cloaked in one of his old firehouse 51 T-shirt, sitting on the ball of her feet, slowly swirling her warm tongue on the tip of his cock. He closed his eyes from the over stimulating sensation but opened it immediately when her soft voice reproved his action. "I wanna see you, baby." So he settled for looking into her whisky brown eyes. She was beautiful, so beautiful as she rained down kisses on the underside of his penis. It felt incredible twitching in her dainty hands, as he continued to grow harder.

He wanted so badly to touch her but instead his hands moved to his face, roughly swiping at it in a futile attempt to reign in control. Her pouty lips felt so good on him that he was on the brink of combusting before she could even fully take him in her mouth. She was playing games with him and he was growing sexually frustrated.

"You like that?" the intentional coyness in her voice wasn't lost on his ears.

"Yes…" he hissed, accompanied by an involuntary thrust of his hips when she finally took him in her mouth. Oh good… He breathed deeply, really trying to control his raging hormones from shooting off in her mouth that second.

"Mmm… you taste so good…baby," she complimented; her lips wrapped around half of his length while her hands worked his base.

"Fuck!" Fitz yelped from the electric vibrations running through him when she talked. She's gonna kill me. Fuck, this feels so good.

"God, Livvie." His hands moved to her head, pulling off her silk scarf so that his fingers could bury in her fluffy curls, as he felt her mouth tightened around him like a suction cup

He was losing control, every sinewy muscle in his butt cheeks were contracting as he tried to not let go of the little remaining control. "Shit! God… I'm gonna come. Fuck!" He babbled on as he felt the continuous movement of her mouth on his rigid length while her other hand began to caress his balls. So fucking good!

Sweat beaded down his forehead despite the almost chilly atmosphere. Check the heater. He set a quick mental reminder and was surprised that he could, seeing that all of the blood was rushed to his other head.

She mumbled again on the tip of his dick begging him to let go but he couldn't, at least not in her mouth – something he was afraid to do because of her pregnancy. He knew she sensed his hesitation when she began bobbing up and down his length at a rapid pace, drawing out his orgasm. As the impact of his orgasm traveled from his balls to his dick, he pulled out just in time to ejaculate creamy spurts all over her neck, chest and a little on her face.

"Fitz!" Olivia's shriek prematurely pulled him out of his hedonism.

"Shit! Shit! I'm so sorry, I'm sorry." In the heat of receiving unbridled pleasure he'd forgotten all about her misgivings to have him cum on her chest. She thought it was demeaning and that was one thing he never wanted to make her feel.

As he grappled to pull off the soiled T-shirt over her head he was surprised when she began to laugh.

"You could've come in my mouth you know..." she giggly chastised.

Fitz shook his head. "I don't want anything to happen to the babies."

Olivia laughed even more at his trepidation, making him feel slightly foolish for even having it.

"Babe, how many times do we have to go over this? Nothing is going to happen to the babies if I swallow your-"

"Don't say that word round the babies, " he interrupted, cupping her smooth belly with his masculine hands pretending to shield their unborn children from her uncouth mouth.

"Really, Fitz?" She looked at him dubiously. "You were the one dropping F bombs 5 seconds ago and now I can't say cum." She chuckled and he rolled his eyes at her boldfaced defiance.

"You're going to pay for that, and big." He warned, before gently pushing her to lie on her back, watching as the fluffy bedspread enveloped her and provided extra cushioning for her body. He hastily hooked his fingers in the waistband of her cotton underwear, pulling it down her legs before she could count to 2. Her gasp at his sudden roughness shot straight to his cock. With the quick movements of his hands he spread her legs wide, taking her in. Her sex was glistening from her arousal, the scent potent in the air and he marveled at the fluffiness of her lower lips. Pregnancy definitely agreed with her. His eyes raked over her prostrate form, from the swell of her breasts, to the roundness of her stomach, to the sinful curves of her hips and then finally back on her center. He was standing at attention.

He wedged his broad shoulders between her legs before lowering his head to her center, inhaling deeply. "You smell so good…" he praised. It was a scent he couldn't explain fully but one he appreciated immensely. Darting out his tongue he took a long lick from the bottom of her dripping sex to the top and smirked when she shivered beneath him. Propping up on his elbows he cupped her ass cheeks in his hands before bringing her center closer to his mouth. Once he had her exactly how and where he wanted her, he immediately started eating her out. After all, he did tell her she was going to pay and he was determined to do so.

"Ah shit Fitz! Fitz!" she was screaming his name over and over, as his mouth ravaged her center completely. His tongue imbedded deeply and surrounded by her silky walls as his nose pressed into her engorged bud. She was losing control and her tight grip on his hair was a vain attempt to keep it. Fitz didn't let up no matter how much she pleaded. Her sweet nectar only fueled his lust and primal need for her. His hands squeezed her butt cheeks tighter when she tried to crawl away. He didn't let up, but instead his stiffen tongue continued to plunge in and out of her tight channel. With each thrust of his tongue his entire body moved, back and forth, back and forth, and with each movement his dick grazed against the sheets, sating his need to be touched, at least for the moment.

The minute he started motor boating on her heated center her walls began fluttering around his tongue. He continued his assault, not relenting for even a second when she cried for him to stop; and before long she was a quivering mess as the levee broke, spilling her opulent juices. He lapped at her essence like a starving man, unhappy to waste the smallest of morsel.

"Oh god," he listened to her panting as she tried to come down from her high, which was of no use. He was just getting started.


Olivia's POV

She lay naked and fully sated in her lover's arms, trying to collect her wits. Fitz had taken her to the moon and back, filling her to the brim with each arduous stroke of his length. Her skin tingled in the aftermath, as her body tried to regulate itself.

The fluttering movement in her belly made her giggle and she relayed it to Fitz after he asked what was so funny. She brought his hand to the area where the movement of their son or daughter was the strongest.

She looked over her shoulder at his beaming face.

"This is dreamlike." She nodded in agreement at his confession, entwining their fingers together on the right side of her stomach.

" 5 years ago, I never imagined this."

"Me neither," she said somberly.

She reveled in the soft kisses he planted on her right shoulder and back of her neck. "I won't trade any of this for the world. You make me a lucky man, Livvie. You make me come alive. I existed before you, but now I live."

Tears sprang to her eyes because she felt the same way, too. "I love you, Fitz."

"I love you, too. Forever and always."

Her body cocooned in his love and gentle touch, she never felt safer than when she was in his arms. Not only did he provide physical safety but emotional one. She took great pleasure in knowing that even though they might not always see eye to eye, he would always have her best interest at heart. And she loved him greatly for that. She trusted him with her heart.

The time read 8:30 and neither was in a hurry to get out of bed that was until Bubba started growling and scratching at their bedroom door.

"Your turn," they mumbled lazily at the same time. However, Fitz accepted defeat and begrudgingly made his way out of their fluffy, warm, sex smelling bed.

She watched as he pulled on his discarded pajamas bottom, the muscles on his back undulating with the short movements – a sight she would never grow tired of.

"Breakfast?" His deep voice asked after he'd covered up his nakedness.

"Yes, please…" she smiled, pulling the sheets up to cover her naked form.

He leaned over her and kissed her mouth softly, sucking on her bottom lip. He's so insatiable. And I love it! But to her chagrin the kiss ended too quickly. I guess I'm more insatiable than him.

"I'll be right back with your breakfast, milady." He leaned up but before leaving he gave her exposed breast a nice squeeze. Bubba barked again in the background, this time louder – probably wondering what was taking them so long. "Bubba, quit it!"

"Don't start something you can't finish, Sir!"

"You wanna bet?" he asked, moseying over to the door to unlock it. Immediately their black and white boxer enter the room, rubbing up against Fitz' pajamas clad legs in greeting.

She thought about it before saying, "Nope!" The last thing she was going to do was bet him. Knowing how serious he would take it, her behind wouldn't leave the bed for the entire day unless it was to empty her bladder.

He cast her a cheeky wink. "That's what I thought."

"Just go!" she playfully shooed at his brazenness.

"Let's go, boy." He signaled Bubba to follow him through the door. In the distance she heard him yell, "don't worry getting out of bed! The bet is on!"

She smiled, sinking herself deeper into the mattress, thinking how happy and in love she was. It was going to be one of those lazy lovemaking day and she looked forward to it. We fight and we make up… but the making up is THE best part.


Author's Note: Don't forget to check out my blog Kiki-Writes. Also, don't forget to leave your thoughts about the chapter; it would be very much appreciated. This was mostly fluffed and it had been a while since they had just that. Hope you enjoyed their date at the restaurant, the silent disco party, a little smut, etc. again, if you go to my blog you'll be able to see pictures of what they wore, the food they ate, etc.

On another note, happy almost birthday to this story! And if I don't update again for this year, may you all have a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.

Until next time,

XOXO

PS: Thank you for taking the poll last chapter.