Marriage. The one thing Olivia always dreamed of when she was younger. She always saw herself with a minimum of five kids, a three story house with at least eight bedrooms and ten bathrooms, a swimming pool and a veranda with a beautiful garden. A little farm in the backyard with cows, horses and chickens. Maybe even a field to make her Grandmother's legendary jam. She was always thinking about her future, no matter what happened in her life she always dreamed of those things. Even when her heart was broken time and time again she still would hold onto her childhood dream, carrying it into her adulthood.

She could hear her children playing in the backyard or in the game room, running through the fields, picking strawberries or blueberries alongside her. She could hear them calling her, saying 'mommy, mommy' and the biggest thing was she could see all of it with Fitz. Something she never thought of before, she'd always known she wanted a husband, a good, caring, faithful, loving husband but it was always a blur in her mind. Now she had a face, body and voice to go with her dreams that were oh so close but yet far away at the same time...

"Livvie!" Fitz, called as Olivia made her way through his apartment with his navy blue shirt and his boxers.

"Yes?" She said as she entered his theater room, it was spacious and looked exactly like a movie theater except their were plush sofas instead. The side of the room showcased a wrap around see through glass counter, with snacks, a soda fountain machine, popcorn machine, nacho machine and pretzel machine. He'd made his own private movie theater and she loved it.

"I found the movie you were talking about." He said, as he finished ordering it off of Instant Video on Amazon.

Olivia smiled as she made her way to the seat he was sitting on and sat on his lap.

"I remember watching it a few years ago as a teenager with my parents, and grandparents, it was before their divorce. We were on our trip to Jamaica and Harrison was going through a Bob Marley phase, he had the colorful hat and dreads too. I could have sworn he'd inhaled too much hair spray fumes from Lydia's Oprah phase." Olivia laughed, Fitz smiled at her. He loved her laugh it was one of the most beautiful sounds, he'd ever heard.

"Really?"

"Yes, for a long time Mom and Dad thought they were going through some teenage crisis, but in reality they were both just egotistical and too full of themselves. Harrison at least out grew it, but Lydia is still the same as she always was." Olivia said, a little more bitterly than she'd wanted it to sound. She clears her throat as the movie begins, and adjusts herself in Fitz lap. He covered them with a blanket, his hands on Olivia's baby bump. Ever since their appointment three days ago, Olivia's bump had popped all of a sudden.

She exhaled as he rubbed her belly, gently.

Their private world was invaded as Olivia's phone rang, signalling that Harrison was calling her. She huffed as a phone call came through, she flipped it open.

"Yes, Harry?"

"Stop calling me that, Caroline." He retorted.

"What do you want?" She asked.

"Turn on the news." Olivia looked at Fitz and mouthed 'news' to him. He immediately tapped the cable app on his iPad and pressed the news channel, holding it for Olivia to see.

"We're sorry to say, that Fitzgerald Thomas Grant the Second was found unresponsive in his bedroom early this morning. The police department are saying it was a homicide, but the facts surrounding the case are unknown. My condolences to the Grant family, we all know how hard it's been especially since the funeral of Fitzgerald Grant the Fourth's funeral just four and a half months prior to this tragic event." The reporter says, Blanca Morales.

"We wish the family luck and will keep them in our prayers, especially Fitzgerald Thomas Grant the Third, who shortly after his sons funeral attempted suicide. We hope his wife, Millicent Grant is by his side during this tough time." A video shows Fitz being rushed to the ambulance from his three million dollar mansion, Mellie's yelling and screaming at the Paramedics.

Fitz shuts off the iPad, and Olivia looks at him with an unreadable expression. His face is blank, void of all emotion.

"Liv, are you there?" Harrison broke her out of her thoughts.

"Sorry. What were you saying?"

"We've got something on her. We'll meet you at the office tomorrow, I've already contacted Cyrus so he and Fitz will be in attendance."

"Alright, I'll talk to you later."

When she hung up, she turned in Fitz's lap to straddle him. She cupped his face in her hands, staring into his eyes.

"Fitz, Baby. Please don't shut me out." She says, brushing her hands against his cheeks. "Please."

"He's gone."

"Yes. I'm so sorry." She moves her hands to his wrap around my neck and holds him to her.

"I thought I'd be happy... I thought..." He sighs. "Even though he was a lying, cheating, worthless bastard. He was my father."

"I know." She nods, looking at him. "I'm not going to say I understand, because I don't. I've never really been through this, let alone twice. But Fitz, Baby. You can feel whatever you want, I wont tell you what to feel. The way you grieve is the way you grieve, but know I will always be here for you. That is something I promise." He looks at her, in shock.

"Maybe you should check on your mother?" She offers, he nods.

"I love you, Livvie." She smiles at him.

"I love you, too." She kisses him, both her hands caressing his cheeks. She closes her eyes. "One minute?"

"One Minute." He confirms, closing his eyes. As if the world around them is void, and it's just them two. Alone, no Mellie, Big Jerry, Lies, Betrayal, Secrets, Danger. It's only them, and that's all that really matters to him. He inhales her heavenly scent, rubbing his hands along her sides.

When their minutes up, Olivia makes to get up and leave but Fitz grabs her and keeps her in his lap. He shakes his hand, and takes out his phone. Trying to keep calm and be strong for his mother, even though he knows how much his Mother despised Big Jerry she still loved him on some level and that's what fueled her anger.

"I need you here with me, Livvie." And she stayed.

Olivia flopped onto Fitz bed, emotionally exhausted from the days events. Big Jerry's funeral wasn't done in a small scale, he went out with a bang. From the funeral having Reverend Ellis Moore, to the Celebration afterwards. They celebrated Big Jerry's life, well the guests did. Fitz sipped on a glass of scotch and glared holes into Mellie's head.

Fitz was more than annoyed. He couldn't sit by Olivia, he couldn't ride with Olivia and he couldn't have her in his arms. He hated that he had to keep up with appearances and look like the happy couple, when in all reality he hated Mellie's guts and he was pretty sure she felt the same. Throughout the day, Mellie had her arms wrapped around him, kissing all over him and sobbing.

She played the grieving daughter in law role, very well. Fitz wasn't all that shocked, he was used to it but what he wasn't used to was the love of his life being in the same room and not being able to converse as much as he wanted to. He had watched as Mellie spoke with Olivia about her business, and about life and death. She spoke oddly, and that more than aroused suspicion in him, as well as Olivia.

When his mother, Katherine Lucille Grant had introduced herself to Olivia he was for once that whole day filled with pride and joy. He watched as they carried out a conversation, Olivia had smiled at her and talked circles around her. They had got along greatly, which made him happy. He remembered the first time he'd brought Mellie home when he thought her innocent. She'd held no grace, or respect for anything or anyone. She didn't even knock on the door, she'd waltzed in like she'd owned the place. Really, that should have been his first clue but he was stupid.

It was nice to see Olivia smile and giggle, oh her giggle. It filled his heart, and made it beat just smidgen faster than normal. He loved her smile, her giggle, her laugh, the way her face glowed. When his mother had looked at Olivia's bump, he'd watched as her eyes lit up. He knew how much his mother wanted grandchildren, and even though she had hated Mellie she did love Gerry. He knew that for sure.

"Fitz..." Olivia says, as she hears the bathroom door open and sits up. Fitz was standing in the doorway with water droplets, dripping down his chest. A towel wrapped securely around his waist, she could make out the deep V that made her curious as to what was underneath. She'd seen a bulge... his bulge so many times but never up close.

She wondered about his size. About his taste. His touch.

It was no secret, she was ready to take their relationship to the next level. Even though she was inexperienced and had only one sexual encounter, she was more than lusting for Fitz. She stood, slowly bringing her hands to the side of her dress and unzipping it.

"Livvie?" Fitz, looks at her. His eyes darken, like a storm at sea.

She stares at his eyes the whole time, as her dress slides down her body and to the floor. Fitz takes in the white lace, and inhaled deeply. He trails his eyes down her body, from her plump breasts to her precious baby bump carrying new life, from the barely there white lace that barely covered her moist center, to the thigh highs and garter belt.

He watches as she pulls the two sticks that held her hair into a bun out, and watches as her hair falls down in loose waves around her.

"What do you want?" She asks, staring at his chest. Her eyes roaming all over his God-like body.

"I..."

"I want you, Fitz." She says, her eyes filled with desire and passion. "I want all of you, what do you want?"

He was taken back, he'd never heard such an seductive tone to her voice before.

"Livvie. I need you." His voice caught in his throat. The room was filled with desire, lust, love and vulnerability. He'd never felt the things Olivia made him feel before, she had him constantly going through the motions.

Olivia was wrong when she said he was taking the control away from her, she was taking the control away from him. He could hardly think straight, she was on his mind twenty for seven and the silliest thing is he could hardly have it any other way. Olivia was the only thought that could get him through the day, through his nights.

He stalks towards her like a Lion hunting his prey, his eyes dark and his moves precises and calculated.

He pulls her into his arms, and entwines his hands into her curls; pulling her lips to his and dominating her mouth. Her hands, slide down his chest. Looking at him in anguish, kissing him with as much force as he gives off. She grinds into him, as much as she can. Her panties soaked to the max, as Fitz moves his hands from her hair, down her back and under her plump ass. He hauls her up in his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist and carries her to their bed.

She moans in his arms, as lays her down at the to of the bed on the fluffy an soft pillows. He runs his hands along her inner thighs, his mouth trailing from her lips to her neck, nipping and sucking wildly. She takes a deep breath as he finds her spot, at the juncture between her neck and her shoulder and bucks into him.

As his hands massage her thighs, moving high and higher but never touching where she wants. He licks the valley between her breasts, pulling down her bra and sucking one nipple into his mouth as he pinches and rolls the other in between his fingers. With the one hand remaining on her thigh, he traces her slit through her underwear.

"Fitz." She moans, as he traces lightly.

He switches nipples and starts to suckle on her left nipple, flicking her right nipple. As she pants and moans, he flicks her nub between her fold through the silky wet material of her panties. Groaning, when he trails his tongue down her stomach to dip into her nable. He swirls his tongue around the crevice and she lets out a shaky breath.

Fitz moves until his tongue touches the lacy, silk fabric off her panties and uses his teeth to slide it off of her, nipping at her skin as he goes. He slowly makes his way up, kissing, licking and sucking each leg before making his way back to her inner thighs. He reaches up to pull her bra off, ripping the strong material when he gets frustrated with the back clasp.

Olivia can't seem to form words, as his hands caress her breasts and his mouth descends on her heated and dripping core. She moans out as his tongue comes into contact with her soaking wet slit, and he groans as he gets his first taste of her vanilla. He takes his time, licking, sucking, nibbling and biting around her shaved lips and waxed lips.

She can't help but buck her hips against his face as he flattens his tongue against her clit and slowly moves a hand down to trace her entrance. Taking the time, to tease her as he slowly works in a finger, making sure to be as slow a possible. She groans out as he presses his finger all the way in and then pulls it out, this time adding a second finger.

He groans as he realizes just how tight she is, he's never had someone to tight before. She has a vice grip on his fingers, and she's not even clenching her her insides yet. He slowly starts to speed up his movements, his tongue flicking her clit, and biting. He can feel her starting to contract around his fingers as he moves even faster. He curls his fingers upwards and moves them in an up and down motion.

"Fuck, Fitz!" Her legs are quivering as he tastes everything she gives him, licking her clean. He slowly makes his way on top of her and kisses her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She can taste herself on his tongue and sucks with enough force that has Fitz wanting to thrust right into her warm, tight heat.

"Livvie, are you...?" He looks at her in question.

"Am I what?"

"A virgin?" She quickly shakes her head.

"No, but I've only ever been with one man." He nods, not wanting to ruin the moment but stores in the back of his mind for a later date.

He bucks his hips into hers, as she reaches down and plucks the towel away from him, feeling his beautiful length dig into her stomach she slowly looks down and her mouth drops open.

"You can touch it, it won't bite." He chuckles.

"It's... will it fit?" She asks, loosing some of her nerves.

Fitz had never seen such vulnerability on her part.

"Yes, it will fit." He kisses her. "We just have to take it really slow, so you can adapt."

She nods and pulls his head back down to hers and starts to dominate his mouth. She shuts her eyes as he slowly moves inside of her, moving inch by inch. She clings to him as he moves in and out until he completely fills her. She groans as she feels filled to the max, his cock thick in girth and high in length. She lets out a shaky breath as he slowly starts to move inside her.

Fitz moves his head to Olivia neck and grits his teeth as he moves slowly, she was tight that was for sure. He had never felt anything this good before, she moans as Olivia's juices start to run down his cock. He starts to move faster, harder. Making precise and calculated movements, he moves his head back to hers and watches her face as she flushes red and her face glows.

He moves in and out with hard strokes, stopping each time and thrusting back in. He enjoys the sounds of Olivia's moans as her hands cling to his back, and her legs wrap around his hips. He wants a deeper connection, he wants to see her beautiful brown eyes that can see inside his soul. He starts to move at an even pleasurable pace, rotating his hips in a circular motion.

He moves his lips to her ear. "Open you eyes, Livvie."

She moans, loudly.

"Open, I want to those beautiful browns."

He stops his movements, causing Olivia's closeness in climax to fluctuate slowly. She whimpers.

"Please, Livvie." He begs, there's a change in his voice. Gone the lust and desire, now the passion, love and vulnerability.

She opens her eyes, blinking slightly as his eyes are back to their beautiful blues and without warning he sets back into that pleasurable pace that has her body screaming, as he thrusts roughly and reaches his hands to her clit and flicks. There's a fire in the pit of her stomach, that's heating with ever thrust, flick and caress.

"Come with me, Livvie." He whispers as he takes her mouth in his and gives one last thrust, emptying his cum inside of her, as she lets go around him. He slumps slightly, rolling over as not to harm Livvie or the baby and lies behind her, spooning her. His cock limp inside her, as their breathing, almost panting. As they ride out the after bliss of their climaxes, Fitz pulls out of Olivia.

He gets up and grabs a washcloth wetting it with warm water and heading back into the room. He cleans between her thighs and throws the washcloth on his flung towel, by the far wall. Sliding back behind her and wrapping his arms around her, he spoons her again. He pulls the comforter over them and, flicks the light off.

"I love you, Livvie." He whispers in her ear.

"I love you too." She says, softly.

"And I love you..." He says, so quietly caressing her bump. She almost didn't hear it, but she did and it brings tears to her eyes as she gives over to the sweet dreams.

I know, it's been so long but I have truly been busy with the news of my cousin and my muse slowly going away. I had writer's block, with so much things on my mind. I couldn't think properly but now I'm back and I promise to update at least once a week.

At this time it'll be one story per week, until I get back to the state of mind I was in before. Thank you all for being so patient with me and now blowing up at me, because I have seen how rude and insulting some reviewers can be.

I just want you all to know I really appreciate you guys. :)

Also, am I the only one pumped for Fifty Shades of Grey. I cannot wait for Friday.

How about you guys?