Chapter 12
"I think that's everything" Olivia said looking around her empty apartment.
"It's going to be lonely without you here Liv" Mr. Alvarez said looking at her with sad eyes. She reached out and hugged him.
"You have my email and you already have my phone number Jose, you can contact me anytime" she said. She was sad to leave the older man, it was another leaf of the book of her life, another page being turned as she moved on to the next phase…
"Who am I going to complain to about #27?" Liv laughed. She did enjoy listening to the constant perils Jose faced whenever he went in to fix an item in 27.
"Jose, you had four years to make your move, stop trying to make a move on my woman now" Fitz said as he walked into the apartment smiling. Jose pulled Liv in closer and looked Fitz in the eye
"Twenty years ago, I would have taken her from you with no effort, mi amigo!" he said confidently. Liv nodded agreeing.
"I know, but you're with Marta so now I have to settle for this" she said pointing at Fitz as if he was yesterday's leftovers. Jose laughed
"You did alright Liv. He causes you any trouble you call me, I'll take care of it" he looked at Fitz as he delivered the mock warning.
"Will do Jose. Take care" Liv watched Jose walk out of her apartment and felt the tears prickling. The baby was making her an emotional hot mess. Yesterday she had cried for five minutes at an Olive Garden commercial while Fitz looked oh helpless.
"Ready?" Fitz asked pulling her in close, sensing her mood
"Yeah… on to the next" she said smiling up to him. He kissed her and they left the apartment together and headed down to his SUV parked next to the moving trucks. She had rented two of them as she was donating a huge amount of her stuff to Goodwill. They didn't need two of everything and quite honestly his stuff was better than hers. The second truck held the things she was going with to his house in Potomac. She had been surprised by the sheer amount of clothing she owned.
She had tried to sort out some clothing items to give away but she had ended up keeping almost everything! Damn modesty, she had good taste and she wasn't ready to part with them. She was not ready to donate them, even if they couldn't fit her in her current condition!
They got to Fitz house around noon and the movers brought in her items, while she put them away. Fitz tried to help but he just got in the way. Why couldn't men fold a shirt to save their life? After watching him roll her Carolina Herrera skirt into a ball, she sent his ass away with a few choice words. He must have been out of his damn mind rolling it like that!
She didn't get done until around 6pm at night and she was exhausted. She found Fitz in his study working when she was done and went in to see what he wanted to have for dinner.
"Are you done?" she nodded
"Yup, everything is in its proper place, which means I will not be able to find anything for the next four weeks" she joked
He laughed and walked around to her. He grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the study and towards the front door.
"Fitz what in the hell…" he pulled her out the front door and stood at the stoop looking at her. He kissed her and then scooped her up into his arms. He walked through the door carrying her and then placed her gently on her feet inside the house.
"Did you just carry me over the threshold?" she said smirking.
"I did. Welcome home baby" he said his eyes darkening with emotion.
She felt those damn tears prickling again "You know you're supposed to carry a bride over the threshold, not some skanky broad you're shacking up with, living in sin!" she smiled
"Skanky broad, oh I like the sound of that… how skanky" he asked
"Scale of one to ten. Twelve" she said straight faced. He laughed.
"Is that what we're doing…. living in sin? I guess were going to have to do a lot of sinning to live up to that label aren't we?" he said a wicked smile.
She pulled herself out of his arms and started to walk backwards away from him "Oh yeah, so…what do you have anything in mind mister" she asked returning the wicked smile with one of her own. She pulled away from him and started walking away from him backwards, keeping her twinkling eyes on his.
Fitz stalked her movements predatorily, following her
"Hmm, I have a few" She loved his voice when he was turned on. It dropped; the deep tenor sent shivers down her back.
"What did you have in mind mister?" she said nonchalantly.
"Nothing much…how about we start with me fucking you in every room in this house" his husky voice and sensual words had her nipples hardening against the soft white tee she wore. She felt her exhaustion melt away, replaced by…Hmm…
"Sounds like a plan…. there's one problem though…" she said
Fitz continued walking towards her. He pulled his shirt off his head and she looked at his hard chest and that beautiful six pack; she felt a release of moisture between her legs. Oh, this was going to be fun…
"Oh yeah, what's that?" he asked. He pulled his sweats off. He was down to his boxers with his erection straining the front. She licked her lips and looked at him.
"You're going to have to…catch me first!" she was off like a shot. Fitz groaned. She was going to make him run after her with an erection that was hard as granite? Fuck.
She was so going to pay when he caught her. He took off after her chasing her down the hall following the laughter echoing in the house to locate his delicious prey….
"I don't have anything to wear" she whined at Fitz
"Liv, the closet is practically collapsing under the weight of your clothes. Find something" he said trying to be patient.
"Nothing fits anymore Fitz. It's all too tight around the waist!"
Fitz looked over and saw the tears glistening in her eyes and hurried over "I am so sorry baby, I forgot. Why don't you call Abby and go shopping for something? It's not till Saturday night and its only Tuesday" Fitz said trying to calm down her down.
Olivia sniffled "Okay, how formal is it anyway?" she asked aggravated.
"It's pretty formal, black tie" he said
"Great, how the hell am I supposed to find a formal dress when I am the size of fucking Shamu! Thanks for the fucking short notice Fitz, Shit!" he watched as she flounced into the closet again. Holy hell, this baby better get here fast!
He walked out of the room as Olivia cursed in the walk-in closet. He pulled out of his pocket and looked down at his screen located the number he wanted and typed out a quick text.
F: She's going to call you to go shopping for a dress. I set it up
A: is she still at Defcon 1 level of bitchiness?
F: she is not bitchy, she is pregnant...its holding at a 2. Pray we don't get to 1
A: Oy vey! is everything else set on your end?
F: Yup, I just hope she doesn't kill me before Saturday. It's a real possibility at this point.
A: Man-up Fitz! I have to take a pregnant lady who has taken to calling herself Shamu shopping for a formal dress. You get no sympathy from me!
F: Thanks mother Theresa!
A middle finger emoji flashed across his phone and he smiled; but not for long…
"Fitz!" he put away the phone and walked back into the bedroom and found Olivia standing in their bedroom wearing a red dress that was stuck around her thickened waistline. Tears were streaming down her face and she looked at him helplessly.
"It's stuck, I can't get it off…I'm too fat!"
Four and a half months to go, he could make it...right?
"I am not trying that on Abby, I'll look like as stuffed burrito in it" the mention of the burrito grabbed a hold of Olivia's thoughts and took off running.
"Can we go get Mexicali after this? I am so hungry" she asked Abby
"You can't be hungry Liv, you just ate a whole rotisserie chicken for lunch. I will not have you buy a dress and not be able to fit into it by Saturday!"
"Abby, I am eating for two now, do you know how rude it is to deny a pregnant woman food" she asked outraged. Plus, she had not eaten the entire chicken herself. Abby had eaten a breast. She ate a whole chicken minus one breast.
"Liv, stand up and go try this on" she said again. Olivia stood up sighing and grabbed the dress. "It doesn't look comfortable Abby, I need to be comfortable if I am going to make it through a Harvard Law Alumni dinner" she frowned at the two tone Marchesa Notte designer dress.
"Go put the dress on Liv, before I stroke out!" Liv walked off to the dressing room unhappily, while Abby took deep breaths trying to calm herself down. Fitz owed her big time!
Ten minutes later Liv walked out and Abby forgot all about being angry with her. She looked beautiful. The outfit was not designed to be a maternity dress but the empire waist cut of the dress provided room for her growing belly. The deep plum and purple colors played wonderfully off her coloring.
"Liv, you look beautiful, we have to get it" Abby whispered.
"It does look a lot better than I thought it would, do you really like it?" Liv asked
"You look like a gorgeous fucking goddess of fertility…bitch"
Olivia laughed and turned to the store consultant "We'll take it"
She got off the pedestal in the dressing area and headed back to the tiny dressing room.
"Don't forget we're getting Mexicali after!" Liv shouted as the door closed behind her.
Abby sighed and turned to the attendant.
"What's your turnaround if we need to go a size up by Saturday"
"Can you believe this motherfucker is not even here to see me make a grand entrance? I look beautiful and he is off somewhere having car trouble…dick" Liv straightened the dress as she looked in the mirror cursing Fitz for not being psychic and predicting that he would get a flat tire.
She turned to Abby "It's a good thing you're here and can give me a ride. Can you imagine me taking a cab in this dress?!"
Olivia looked at Abby and noticed she was holding back tears as she looked at her.
"Oh my god, why are you crying?" she asked suddenly concerned. She had been a shitty friend lately. The baby was making her certifiable; Abby …and Fitz for that matter had been putting up with her without much complaint…. well Fitz didn't complain. Abby did on occasion.
"You look so beautiful" Abby chocked out.
"Abby you've seen me dressed up before" Liv said as she wrapped her in an awkward hug. She didn't want to wrinkle the dress.
"Yes, but I have never seen you pregnant and dressed up. You've got that whole bullshit glowing thing going on" Abby wiped the tears away. If she kept this up Olivia would know something was up.
"It's not a glow Abby, its sweat from the strain of carrying a bowling ball" Olivia joked. Abby laughed and kissed her on the cheek.
"Ready?"
"As I'll ever be, do I really look okay? I don't want to embarrass Fitz in front of his classmates?" Olivia asked Abby, suddenly feeling nervous.
"You look stunning" Abby had never meant anything more.
"Thanks Abby…now there is one more thing I need you to do for me" Liv said sheepishly.
Abby groaned dreading whatever was going to come out of Liv's mouth
"Can you look at my feet and tell me if my shoes match?"
Abby laughed and bent down to lift the dress. Two plum and gold matching shoes.
"Your golden babe!"
Liv smiled and followed Abby out the house.
Abby reached down and sent out a text after getting Olivia situated in her car. She sent the message off.
On the way…