AN: Hey, hope everyone is well. It's been a long, long time and I wish I could tell you that it probably won't be so long again, but it will. I've been so busy with work and school, and mentally I've been out of writing. So, I really hope that this chapter is somewhat enjoyable because I battled through all of my stuffs to get it out. I don't know when again I will update, but in the meantime, stay safe people. Enjoy and please don't forget to review at the end! XOXO.


The weather was surprisingly warmer than usual for a Christmas Eve morning, which was a frequent occurrence these December days. But who knows what January and February has in store. They could only imagine what will happen to the Windy City then.

"Your most pivotal moment of the year?" The soft smirk gracing her full lips was one filled with utter contentment as she laid snuggle in the arms of her husband while the outside world busy themselves with last minute Christmas shopping.

From the corner of her eyes she watched his handsome face mull over her words, thinking up the most pivotal moment he experienced for the year 2015. Finally, he said, "Hands down without a doubt it will have to be when you told me you were pregnant. That was one of the greatest and scariest moments of my life."

She smiled in rapture at his words because she could say the same. But for her it was when the doctor had informed her of her pregnancy. She was no doubt filled with plenty jubilation but also fear, fear of the unknown and how he would've taken it. She didn't have to worry anymore how he would take it because he'd been nothing short of amazing ever since she told him. Her body subconsciously gravitated closer to him as if that was even physically possible based on how close they already were. She just needed to feel all of him, more of him, every square inch of him in order to be truly satisfied. They laid in silence replaying the midnight confession when she'd told him she was pregnant. It was such a sweet, tender and scary moment for them. Olivia remembered breaking into tears when he said nothing for several minutes after she'd announced that she was pregnant, and it didn't help either that the crazy dream she had prior to that instilled only fear within her, but when he had finally held her in his arms she immediately felt a rush of peace and knew that everything was going to be all right. She felt the amity before his words of acceptance were spoken. Even in present moment she felt that overwhelming peace so she squeezed him a little bit tighter to absorb some of it.

"Have I ever told you about the crazy dream I had that same night?" she mumbled, deciding it was a good time to share something from that night that he wasn't aware off. "It was…terrifying."

Fitz was mildly worried and very intrigued. "No," he returned against the side of her neck. He breathed in her scent before asking, "What was it about?"

From the position she was in with her head resting on his chest, she angled her face towards his so that she could see his stubble-covered face fully. She liked when he had facial hair and understood it was a rarity because it could pose as a fire hazard on the job.

A soft chuckle escaped her lips from the absurdity of the memory. However, that didn't stop her from retelling the dream of the two of of them being out on sea in a kayak while she told him she was pregnant but he wasn't receptive to it and instead rode off on a whale laughing. At that part Fitz was in stitches laughing at the ludicrousness of it all. Big belly curling laughter fled his lips in deep harmonious sound bites. It was infectious.

"So I rode off on a whale to get out of paying child support? That's a new low for men," he cackled even louder, the visual of himself on the back of a whale tickled him mercilessly. He imagined what Maury Povich would've made of such news. "This is by far the craziest dream I've ever heard!"

She playfully pouted in response, as she tried to keep her own laughter at bay. Admittedly, it was crazy but she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of agreeing. "Don't laugh! Because in the end I ended up dying."

Instead of immediately stop laughing he continued his belly bursting laughter. It actually took him quite a few seconds to sober up and utter a soft "Oh baby…" Then, he wrapped his arms around her shoulders, the soft fabric of his long sleeve shirt caressing her naked arms, as he silently comforted her. A warn blanket of silence shrouded them for a few seconds until Olivia spoke.

"I was so terrified to tell you about the pregnancy so I dreamt that craziness."

"Why?" Fitz asked softly.

"Why did I dream that craziness?"

"No, why were you terrified to tell me?" He clarified, even though he could probably answer his own query. He just wanted to hear her say it.

"I didn't want you to think that I had manipulated you again," she confessed quietly. Although they were past the entire birth control throwaway debacle she still felt some shame for what she did. Looking back at that time she remembered how much hurt and pain had driven her to that point. In her desperation to get pregnant she was actually relieved that it didn't happen then. She didn't want her babies to be tinted by her actions or feel resentment from their father because he was tricked into having them. She exhaled deeply at the thought of that catastrophe.

Fitz mirrored her action, exhaling deeply before planting a tender kiss on her temple region. "Baby, I would never and I mean never turn my back on you and our children. Never. I know I wasn't very receptive of the idea in the beginning and for that I am very sorry. You should never have to feel afraid for telling me something, unless you cheated on me of course, then be very afraid."

She laughed heartily at his assuring words; it did wonders to soothe her heart. In his arms she felt so much peace and love that she couldn't wait for their kids to experience the same. Imagining his strong burly arms holding their babies did her in; the visions already working on her heart and libido. He'll definitely be a DILF, her DILF, the dad she'd always like to fuck. And fortunately for her, she could, anytime and almost anywhere. They would have to

"You're so silly, but I love you," she whispered in response after her bout of laughter had fizzled.

"I love you more." Olivia playfully rolled her eyes at his response. "Just ask the twins," he said. Shaking her head, she returned, "already using the twins against me?"

Fitz scoffed. "You should be the last one even accusing me of such, Mrs. I am carrying your babies so I have to get my way, always…"

"That's not true!"

"100% facts! Do I need to bring up receipts?"

Olivia burst into laughter because it was true. She had been using that as a fact to get her way. She didn't do it maliciously but it was much easier to have him do something for her instead of her toting around the extra weight everywhere. Her belly moved up and down with the action of her laughter, and then all of a sudden she felt the small fluttering movements of her babies. It was such a miraculous feeling to have that intimate sensation inside of her belly and it always filled her with warmth even when the slight discomfort persists. As her laughter abated she brought one of Fitz's hands from her shoulder to cup the right side of her belly.

"In less than a week we'll know what we're having," Fitz murmured contently, mentally counting down the days for their 24 weeks doctor visit. Despite of his earlier griping he too marveled at the wonderful experience of pregnancy, the joy and pangs of it. One thing he could compare it to was a rollercoaster ride. One minute his wife would be fine and the next not so much. Her moods changed constantly because of the hormones. There was some rough spots here and there but he loved the way her body changed each new milestone; it was something short of a miracle. A woman's body was unquestionably a work of wonder. He loved that even on some days when she wasn't feeling her best she still championed forward. Without a shadow of doubt he knew that she was going to kill this motherhood game. Her drive to provide everything she didn't get as a kid to their unborn children solidified how serious she was taking her new role. It was easy for him to believe that he was going to be a great father when he had her optimism to feed off of. He still had his moments of panic and doubts but she'd helped alleviate a lot of it without knowing.

"I can't wait," Olivia agreed. She was anxious to learn what they were having.

"Me too. What do you think we are having?" he asked, the joy evident in his voice.

"Mmm… I honestly don't know. I read somewhere that boy and girl combination is the most popular in twin's pregnancies so it can be that, or two girls, or two boys. I don't know." She shrugged slightly.

"What if it's two boys? Can you handle all that testosterones in one house?" Fitz teased, running his palm soothingly up and down her satin covered belly.

"I guess so," she closed her eyes and tried to envision two boys, a perfect mixture of her and Fitz, as they made mischief together. The thought actually made her smile. "I wouldn't mind being outnumbered, actually, but that just means we'll have to go again for our daughter."

Fitz groaned at the thought of having a daughter.

"What?" Olivia raised an arched eyebrow at him.

"Men like me shouldn't have daughters," he said. "Karma is a bitch and my princess won't deserve carrying the sins of her father."

Olivia laughed out loud at that. "You should've thought that when you were out being a man slut with other men's princesses!"

"Don't remind me," he groaned, as unpleasant memories from his past resurfaced.

"Trust me, I won't. But lucky for her, her mother has been a saint so the universe and God would be super kind to her and our sons. I've made the sacrifice to be a good person." Olivia continued to laugh when he gave her an incredulous look. Every now and then she loved to rib him about his colorful pass, but just a little bit. She never went into full details because it was too much for her heart to take. She couldn't stand the thought of him with so many other women. Her body shuddered even at the mere thought as she pushed it away.

"I don't think that's how it works but I'll believe what you say." He kissed her temple again with a contented smile splayed across his lips.


Later that morning after doing some yoga stretches, the couple made their way downstairs and made breakfast together, French toast with apricots and bacon. Bubba sat next to Olivia's feet with his tongue out begging for another piece of bacon strip until she obliged and fed him.

"Look, look at him." She beckoned with a hand for Fitz's attention, as Bubba ferociously ate the tasty meat. "He's only nice to me when I'm feeding him," she said. Lately Bubba has been acting a little cross with Olivia, whenever she would call him he would make whimpering noises in protests.

"He's a good boy," Fitz defended. "He's only behaving like that because he's jealous."

Olivia scoffed just before forking a piece of French toast before putting it into her mouth.

"It's true. Animals can sense when a woman is pregnant. While some of them behave protective some of them act out in jealousy.

"Quite the animal expert, aren't we?" she teased and he playfully rolled his eyes at her.

"Bubba, is that true?" Olivia called in a singsong voice, reaching down to the black and white boxer and began rubbing his head affectionately. "You jealous, buddy?" The dog grunted as he continued to chew on his bacon strip. "You have no reason to be jealous, you hear me? I love you!" she coaxed in an animated voice. Bubba made eye contact with her then as if he understood what she was saying, and then he nuzzled her leg affectionately. "Awww, you're such a big boy," Olivia continued to affectionately rub him.

The piping hot mug of coffee that was up to his lips as he took in the two mostly shielded Fitz's smile. "So what's the plan for the day?" He returned the mug to the placemat in front of him

Olivia diverted her attention from Bubba and moved it to him. "We have a lot of work to do, Grant. A lot of food prep. But before we start any of that I need you to shave me." She gave him a sheepish grin at his puzzled expression. Olivia had been unsuccessfully trying to shave herself for the past couple of days. Her almost six months belly was definitely getting in the way of things. She could barely see her toes now.

Fitz arched a questioning eyebrow at her.

"Don't look at me like that. If I could still see down there then I would do it myself."

Fitz laughed at how bashful she looked in her white and grey fluffy bathrobe despite of her brazen outburst. They were both still in their comfy nightwear while they enjoyed a quiet breakfast. Neither had any place to go that day. Fitz was off for two days due to the holidays, but there was a possibility that he could be called in if a need arise.

"Before I agree to this, where exactly do you need me to shave you?" He questioned and received a saucy eye roll in response.

With a deliberate sigh, Olivia said, "My lower half please… including my legs."

"Ok, I'll let you know how much that will cost you once I see what I'm working it."

"Cost me more than carrying your babies?" she jested.

He laughed and clapped his hands loudly. "Here we go again! Classic example of what we were talking about earlier."

Olivia laughed too and hid her face with one of her hands at being caught. "Whatever."


While Fitz cleared their breakfast dishes Olivia went up stairs and started prepping for her shave down. Before she gathered everything she needed she made sure to take her prenatal vitamins, wanting to get that out of the way before her day got too hectic.

She laid a used bath towel onto the floor near the bathtub before laying out two disposable razors, her shaving cream and coconut oil. She normally used the coconut oil last to prevent razor bumps. Since she'd learnt that tip years ago she'd always had a flawless shaving experience, hopefully, Fitz would keep that same streak of success going. Fingers crossed. Finally, before Fitz entered through the door she made her way to use the toilet and wiped herself clean with a wet wipe. Emptying her bladder was a necessary step because the slightest movement these days would have her peeing on herself. After flushing the toilet and washing her hands she took a seat on the edge of the bathtub. She didn't have to wait long before she heard her husband's voice.

"Liv, where are you?" Fitz called from their room.

"In here, babe," she returned.

A few short seconds later he walked through their bathroom door. She immediately noticed that he had taken off his long sleeve shirt baring his muscular torso and arms. His pajamas bottom dangling low on his waist to reveal that scrumptious V that she liked so much. Suddenly, the place started to feel a little warm despite of the cooling efforts her spaghetti straps silk nightgown offered.

"Do you want to start with my legs first?" she queried as he made his way towards her.

"Sure, whatever you want." He shrugged his shoulder nonchalantly.

"Ok. Those are all of the products you'll use. The coconut oil will be for last." She gestured towards the product lining the marble top counter.

"Got it." Fitz nodded briefly and grabbed the shaving cream and one of the razors. Meanwhile, Olivia hiked the bottom of her nightgown up to her mid thighs where her belly rested.

She watched as Fitz meticulous pumped the shaving cream into his hands before rubbing the creamy lotion onto both of her legs. His masculine hands covered one of her shins comfortably.

"You don't even have that much hair on your legs, babe. At least compared to mine," he states, taking in the short dark stubbles on her legs. And it was true; while she didn't get a lot of hair on her legs it was still too much in her opinion. Besides, her Christmas dinner dress was a bit short so she wanted to flaunt smooth and hairless legs the next day.

"Wait until you see the other part of me before making such conclusions," she jested.

Fitz laughed heartily at that, as he made his first smooth stroke with the razor, careful to not nip her flesh. "I've seen that part of you and you know I don't mind it. Besides, if we were living in prehistoric times it would've been so much more. Big deal."

"And I bet that won't have stopped you, eh?" Olivia inserted, smiling down at him, playing with her wedding rings, her hands were settled atop of her belly as she did. Her belly did make a good resting spot, she mused. She would rest a small bowl of fruit or cereal on it while she ate or a book she was reading. It got the job done nicely.

"Hell no. It won't have stopped me. What's a little hair?"

Olivia chuckled again. His demeanor and words were funny plus his hands on her legs were tickling her so she couldn't help her soft chortles. She was so comfortable around him, like really and truly comfortable. And it was a first for her. In past relationships she always felt the need to hold back a part of her but with Fitz it was like there was nothing they couldn't share with each other. And this kind of raw openness made her believe that they would always have each other's back through good times and bad, in sickness and health, for richer and poorer. And that was the kind of assurance one needed with their mate.

Fitz finished one leg and was moving to the next. "Wanna hear a joke?"

He was doing good work, Olivia noted, looking down at her hairless leg. "Sure," she obliged sweetly, awaiting the corny joke that was about to be spoken. Her husband could be so random sometimes with these jokes, she thought. He would always send her a funny meme through text message that he would come across on the Internet.

He was quite amused with him himself when he said, "What do wives and condoms have in common?"

"Oh boy, do I really want to know?" she asked, trying to fight back the laughter already making its way up to the surface. He stopped his meticulous stroke to give her his full attention; she noticed that some of the shaving cream got onto his left forearm so she reached forward slightly and wiped it off.

"If they're not on your dick, they're in your wallet." He couldn't contain himself after providing her with the answer.

"Fitz!" Olivia shrieked before smacking his right shoulder playfully.

"Ouch!" he exclaimed between laughter, her slap to his shoulder left a sizzling sting in its wake. "It's kinda true, though."

"For that joke, I should only be in your wallet from now on."

He sobered up then. "Don't play with me, woman."

"Play with you? I'm not the one saying chauvinistic jokes."

"You're so grumpy. You know that?"

Olivia poked out her tongue at him but before she could pull it back into her mouth Fitz captured it gently between his teeth, creating a painful sting.

"Futzlehgoofmynskleleutong," Olivia mumbled incoherently for him to let go of her tongue but he didn't. With their lips touching and part of her tongue stuck between his teeth Olivia felt restless and began pushing at his sturdy chest. Eventually, he let go of her tongue with a smirk.

"Ouch!" she whined, scowling at him. "My tongue hurts now." It didn't hurt as much as she was making it out to be but it hurt nevertheless.

"What's a little loving without a little pain?"

"Oh really?" Olivia took in his cocky expression and before he knew what hit him she swiftly took a hold of his balls and squeezed onto them tightly with her right hand.

"Oh shit! What the fuck are you doing?" Fitz bellowed at the surprising assault.

"Showing you a little loving with a little pain," she countered matter-of-factly while loosing up her grip.

"That was so mean. You are so mean." Fitz stood to his feet, now cupping his balls to soothe them. "Shave yourself, I'm out," he pouted, tossing the razor in the sink before moving to exit the bathroom. She hurt him so the only thing he wanted to do was get away from her before she hurt JR again.

Olivia chuckled at his wounded stance. "I'm sorry. Come let me rub it. I promise to make him feel better."

Fitz perked up at that and quickly walked towards her, positioning his penis in front of her face. Olivia was still seated on the edge of the bathtub so it was in the perfect distance of her mouth.

"I said I'll rub him, not suck him." She wiggled her fingers at him.

"He wants to be sucked," Fitz stated frankly. "You hurt him and now he demands to be sucked."

Olivia laughed at how petulant her husband's behavior was.

"How about this? I'll give him a few kisses and rubs. Deal?

"Ok… deal." Fitz wasted no time to taking his penis out of his pants. He was already semi erect from the thought of being sucked. The second he felt her small dainty hands on him he grabbed onto the shower rod for leverage.

Olivia got comfortable on the edge of the bathtub, her back bracing against one corner of the wall as she guided him to her mouth. She began by placing a string of kisses on the underside of his penis while massaging his balls with one of her hands. By the time she'd done giving him tender affection he was rock solid in her hands and she was moist down below. With both of her hands still on him, she covered the tip of his penis with one while holding onto the base with the other. Slowly, she began pumping him up and down.

"God…that feels so good," Fitz grunted, the euphoric sensation warming him from the inside out making him twitch and grow even more in her hands. He closed his eyes and allowed the sensation to fully take over. He could already feel himself weakening in the knees but luckily the shower rod was strong enough to support his weight.

Olivia was proud of herself. His pink shaft pulsing in her hands as precum sputtered out of his tip. She brought the tip to her mouth and lapped up his fluids while continuing her rhythmic movements. This caused him to hiss and his hips to thrust forward. He wanted more of her so she gave him more. Up, down, up, down, slow, fast, slow, fast. When he got used to one rhythm she changed it so that a new wave of sensation would cover him.

"Ahhh… fuck…ah shit… so good," Fitz tossed his head back when that tingling inside of his balls started. Her rhythm was now faster and he felt himself drawing closer to the finish line. The stimulation of her tongue licking his tip while one of her hands carefully caressed his balls, unlike her earlier death grip, and the other fisting his length had him seeing stars. Yep, he was close to ejaculation and he warned her that he was. Her pumps became even faster and this time she covered his tip with her entire mouth and the warmth of it immediately did him in. His body shuddered as hot spurts of semen spilled into her mouth while he grunted, deep masculine sounds of utter satisfaction and pleasure.

Fitz felt lightheaded and for several seconds didn't move, as he remained standing over his wife.

Olivia released him with a satisfied smirk on her lips. "There you go he's all better now."

He was too out of it to toss her back one of his quick-witted banters. Instead, he carefully picked her up and placed her to sit on the bathroom countertop where he spread her legs, got down on his knees and returned the favor and didn't stop until her toes curled in release. After that, he did as promised. He finished shaving her other leg before moving to the area where his lips previously occupied. Like he said, what's a little hair?