A/N: First of all, thanks so much for the reviews and follows! I never expected so much interest. Second, regarding some questions about segregated hospitals in WWII, I honestly had a hard time figuring out how to put them together because realistically they wouldn't have had any contact during the war. So I had to take a little creative license and bend some rules to get our babies in the same place. Third, these first chapters are kind of short because I'm building a foundation for all the mess that's coming up. Don't forget to leave reviews! XOXO

After she distributed towels, she went back to retrieve the laundry cart Abby was filling with uniforms.

"So where'd that handsome Captain Grant get to?" Abby asked with a grin as she separated shirts by their sizes.

"He's in the shower, Mrs. Whelan," Olivia replied with a smirk. Abby had been married for five years. Her husband, George, was stationed in Norway, while Abby and Olivia were in Italy.

"He's cute." Olivia shot Abby a look. Abby shrugged. "I'm just looking. I'm sure George is having his share of fun ogling nurses."

Olivia shook her head. "Well I'll keep my eyes to myself if that's alright with you."

"Well good for you, Mrs. Davis," Abby replied with a silly smile.

"Don't call me that," Olivia replied. She hated that she hadn't even married Edison yet and already everyone was defining her in terms of him.

"Well you're gonna have to get used to it. You are marrying him, aren't you?" Abby had an inkling that Olivia wasn't going to be the blushing bride everyone was expecting. She hadn't met Edison, but she had read his letters and he didn't seem like the kind of man a woman as vibrant as Olivia would end up with. He was boring and pretentious and far too full of admonitions that Olivia didn't need from him. She was saving lives, and he was telling her to mind her figure, as if she was on vacation and indulging in delicacies on a regular basis. There was nothing to eat but cheap pasta and too strong coffee. Abby had ranted for hours after reading that letter, and even longer after reading the one in which Edison told Olivia he would be glad when she returned home and put "that silly nursing business" behind her.

"Yes," Olivia replied tightly, her face hot. Every time someone talked about marriage, she got hot and nauseas.

"Beats the hell out of me why," Abby replied. She and Olivia had talked at length about Olivia's reservations to marrying Edison. "He sounds like a real fucking bore. How's he in bed?"

"Abby!" Olivia blushed and looked around to make sure no one was paying attention to their conversation. "We are not having this conversation!"

"Why not? I told you about George." Abby grinned. According to her, George was quite the lover. "I'm not asking for hot and heavy details. Just tell me if he's good or not."

"He's…okay. I don't really have much to compare him to," Olivia replied. She had only been with one man prior to Edison and that had been her first time so she didn't really know much about what to expect. Edison was adequate, she supposed. He was never rough or forceful, but he never got the kind of fire going that Abby was always going on and on about. He didn't make her hot and weak in the knees. He just made her feel pleasant for the short while that he was on top of her. "It's nice, I guess. Pleasant, even."

"Nice? You guess? Pleasant?" Abby scoffed. "Is he fucking you or painting your nails?"

"Abby!" Olivia would never get used to Abby's crass New York way of expressing herself. Girls in Georgia only talked that way in the privacy of bedrooms with best friends. But Abby had become her best friend over the months they'd spent together, so she guessed it was okay. "He's alright." Olivia's curiosity got the best of her. She muttered, "What's he supposed to be like anyway?"

"A helluva lot more than pleasant," Abby replied. Olivia shot her a look and Abby quickly continued, "He's supposed to make you wanna crawl out of your skin just by looking at you. His hand on your knee is supposed to set off fireworks. And when you two are going at it, you should be… I'll put it this way: the night before George shipped out, the next door neighbors called the police because they thought he was killing me."

Olivia couldn't help but cover her face and laugh. Abby was nothing if not informative. When she stopped laughing, she replied, "Well Eddy doesn't really do that. He just kind of goes straight to work. And I just kind of lay there. It's alright. No one's screaming bloody murder, but I don't have any real complaints."

"You should always be screaming bloody murder," Abby pointed out. Olivia looked at her unsurely. "Look Liv, when you marry someone, you're stuck with them forever. If the sex isn't Fourth of July fireworks now, it's gonna be nothing short of hell after the children start coming and you're both tired and old. George and I have the kind of sex now that I'll be thankful to have cool down when we start a family. I can't work 12-hour shifts and make school lunches and go to parent-teacher meeting after that kind of banging. And I want you to have the same thing."

"I can't just tell him he's boring in bed," Olivia replied.

"You can find someone who's better in bed." Olivia shook her head at Abby, smirking a little. "I bet Captain Grant's good in bed."

"Abigail Whelan, I'm not gonna talk about that with you!" Olivia exclaimed.

"Why not?" Abby smirked at her uptight best friend. "Did you see those arms? And those thighs? If I was a less than honest woman, George would have a lot to worry about." Olivia laughed in spite of herself. "But it wasn't even me he was staring at. He was looking at you like you were gravy and he wanted to sop you up with a biscuit!"

"He was not!" Olivia scoffed, blushing involuntarily. Fitz had been looking at her rather hungrily, and he was quite flirtatious while doing so. She shook her head as she and Abby finished loaded the cart. "He's probably married with children waiting for him back home."

"He didn't have a ring, or a picture in his wallet," Abby pointed out. "How many married men don't have pictures?"

Olivia shrugged acquiescently. "Well either way, I'm engaged and he's not my fiancé so this conversation is pointless, Abby."

"Maybe not," Abby replied. "I get the feeling Captain Grant doesn't just let go of women he looks at like that."

"Shut up Abby." Olivia walked away, smirking at Abby's laughter. She didn't even want to think about Fitz thinking of her that way. Nothing good could come of it.