4 Months Post-Engagement Party
Fitz rolled over in bed as he slightly wakened from his slumber. His arm reached out to pull Olivia's body into him for warmth only to find an empty space. As his head lifted off his pillow to look around the dark bedroom, he noticed the bright red numbers from the alarm clock. 2:37 am. He had fallen asleep after her but somehow Olivia managed to sneak out of bed. The bathroom light wasn't on, and neither was the hallway, so that could only mean one thing: she was in the kitchen. He got up tiredly and headed through the house to find her. Olivia was exactly where he thought she'd be.
"You okay?" He asked in a raspy voice, his eyes barely open.
She sat in the dimly lit kitchen on the island table, Indian style, with her full bangs and curly mess of bed hair crowding her face. She wore a tightly fit tank top and her favorite pair of iPad was sitting comfortably in the middle of her legs as she was looking down at the screen. At the sound of his voice she looked up and gave a sleepy smile and a soft sigh.
Her voice was barely audible as she spoke.
"Hey you."
He was wearing nothing but his charcoal colored briefs as he walked over. His broad shoulders, firm chest, and abs were noticeable, even in the darkened room. Fitz looked sexy as always to her but he was also obviously tired. If Olivia didn't know any better she would have thought he was sleepwalking.
"Can't sleep?" He asked quietly as he approached her.
"I couldn't fall asleep so I got up. I didn't want to wake you so I figured I'd watch something on Netflix to kill some time."
She placed her iPad down on the granite countertop and smiled. He was now standing at the edge of the island and lightly pulled her small body closer to legs lowered and were hanging on the side so Fitz could stand in between them as he gently caressed her thighs. His large hands traced firm strokes against the smooth skin of her legs. They both gave warm smiles as they looked into each others eyes.
"Hi handsome."
"Hi." Fitz took this moment to lean in for a sweet kiss."You okay Liv?"
She cleared her throat and twitched her head slightly to clear her bangs and messy hair from her eyes.
"I'm fine," she assured him as her hands lifted to cup his face on either side. "Sorry about how dinner ended. I know I completely shut down. Are you okay?"
He let out a sigh.
"You dont have to worry about me Liv." He gently pulled her as close to him as possible by her waist until their foreheads touched."You're the one I'm worried about. I don't want you to be stressed. It's not good for you or the baby."
"I'm not stressed out Fitz. I promise. Did today catch me off guard? Yes...But I'm fine. Really." She was gently rubbing his firm chest now in slow deep motions. Her nails occasionally grazed his ivory skin and lightly played with his chest hair. She leaned forward to taste his lips. "And don't tell me not to worry about you. You're my husband, of course I'm going to worry." She was close enough to his face to speak against his mouth but still look him in his gray eyes. "Okay?"
He gave her a look letting her know he appreciated her concern. As he stood there his hands began to make their way to pull up the hem of her tank top exposing her belly. It wasn't a very noticeable baby bump but you could tell she was finally beginning to show. He looked down and smiled thinly as he held her stomach and rubbed her skin.
"How's our little one?" He asked with a little extra life in his voice.
"He or she is fine. Starting to feel more flutters so that's good." Liv placed her arms around his neck so he could get a good view of her stomach. He looked at her and gave a cheesy grin.
"Uh, what?" She was smiling back at him but looked mildly confused.
"You're just really sexy. This perfect little belly, your hips and thighs are getting a little thicker..."
"Are you calling me fat Dr. Grant?"
He leaned in to tickle her neck with his nose and smell her. He inhaled and exhaled deeply against her.
"Mmm. I said thick, not fat." His voice radiated off her skin sending a chill down her spine. Her eyes rolling shut at the pleasurable feeling.
"So this is the real reason why you came to check on me," she teased quietly as they held each other in the dark kitchen. He began kneading her thighs deeply as his tongue licked up her neck, in between her ear and her collarbone. He trailed kisses and gave light bites along the way.
"Livvie," he whispered seductively in between wet kisses. She hadn't been in the mood when she woke up, but Fitz had a way of changing her mind when he was in her presence. It especially didn't help that he was practically naked already."I can't help that my extremely sexy wife turns me on every single time I look at her."
Her fingers were playing in his thick curly hair slowly, tugging and scratching at his scalp sensually. Their movements were slow and careful, both of them taking their time.
"Let's do this in the bed," she whispered in his ear as her plump lips lightly sucked and nipped his earlobe.
He leaned back to look her in her eyes. One of his hands lifted from her hip to her face. He brushed away her messy hair and bangs and guided her chin up as he spoke to her. He raised an eyebrow and had a devilish look on his face.
"We're in the kitchen," he leaned in to lightly kiss her lips slipping his tongue in quickly. "It's only fitting that I have what I want in here." With that he placed both his hands back on her hips and slowly pulled off her boy short underwear, exposing her already wet and shiny center. He kept her underwear in his hand as he lifted it to his nose to inhale deeply.
"Mmmm. Did Netflix get you wet or is this all me?" He joked as he placed her panties on the counter top and gently held Olivia's face. Having her half naked on the counter put him on an entirely next level of desire. The movements of his mouth showed that. His erection was pressing into her moist center as their flesh was only separated by the thin material of his briefs. The hardness of his length was everything she wanted, almost too much.
"Fitz, you know how sensitive I've been."
"What's wrong?"
"I'm just letting you know. If you keep grinding your hard cock into me, I might explode."
"Mmmm. Say that again."
"Explode?" She said playfully, giving a wide smile as she bit her bottom lip.
"Somebody thinks they're funny. The other thing Livvie. You know exactly what I mean." He lowered his mouth to a small spot on her neck just under her ear to bite and suck her flesh. Normally she didn't let him leave any evidence on her of their intimate moments. But after the day she had, a love-mark didn't seem so bad. Her eyes rolled shut as she felt him brand her. Feeling him bite her put her mind in another zone.
"You mean when I said your hard cock." Her voice low and smooth.
"Mmmm baby. Say it again," his voice growled with love and passion.
Saying each word slow and deliberately Olivia repeated herself. "Your. Hard. Cock."
"You want it? If you want it, you have to tell me," he teased her with his boyish grin but deep manly voice.
"Fitz," her her big brown eyes looked up at him with a glimmer of intrigue as her voice dropped its pitch. "I want your hard cock." She tried to keep a sultry look about her but couldn't help to start giggling at what she had just said. Fitz smiled at her beaming expression. He tilted his head down barely leaving any space in between their faces.
"I'm so in love with you," his mouth whispered against hers as he discreetly pulled his erection from his briefs. He lowered the fabric just enough to expose his rock hard member. They both looked down as he slowly slid into her, watching their flesh become one.
"Damn, Liv," he said in a strained voice. Fitz's hands held both sides of her hips firmly. His neck immediately rolled back as he looked up towards the ceiling, wincing, and slowly going deeper.
"Livvie, you're so tight."He held himself in her for a moment as he relished in her warmth. His head tilted forward to look at her as he attempted to compose himself so as not to finish prematurely.
As he clenched his jaw and looked at Olivia she began riding him, her hips slowly grinding. The rolling sensation they both felt left them to enjoy the pleasure together. Fitz's hands raised to her breasts which he grabbed handfuls of. His mouth reaching down to lick and tease her nipples one at a time.
"Yes," she airily moaned. Ever since the pregnancy her body was extremely sensitive to the touch. Fitz loved that and took advantage of his ability to drive her crazy with just one flick of his tongue. She knew exactly how to roll her body against him as payback for his sweet torture. She set her own rhythm, tightening her walls around him. His slick skin was sliding in and out of her too perfectly.
"You're going to make me come Liv," he groaned in a deep voice, barely able to speak.
"I want you to."
"Wrap your legs around me."
She did just as he ordered.
"Tighter," his hands lifted her thighs up higher around his waist and squeezed them into his sides,"like this baby."
"God Fitz"
"You like that? You know you do." His face scrunched up, lips tightening, hands holding her body firmly as he was trying to stop himself from completely ravishing her."Fuck you feel good."
"Yes." Her breathless response was almost inaudible as her head tilted back and her eyes remained closed.
"Say my name baby."
She whimpered and moaned but not a word escaped her mouth.
"Say it Livvie."
It took every ounce of focus and concentration to appease him. With her eyes still closed his rhythm began to change as he drove into her. She managed to force out a light whisper."Fitz."
"Again."
"Fitz," she moaned louder for him this time, lifting her head to look at him hazily. His demands and calculated thrusts were sending her over the edge, and quick. She was seconds away from reaching her orgasm. Fitz picked up his pace with piercing movements from his hips into her. Her small body on the countertop was rapidly and visibly losing control as Fitz seemed determined to make her unravel.
"I know you're close baby. Scream my name. Please," he begged as his hips drove into her deliberately. Her body engulfed every last inch of him. She couldn't take anymore. Olivia gave in to his desire to hear him moan his name as she came.
"Fitzgerald" She threw her head back and moaned loudly, her nails digging into his neck.
That was it. That last scream of his name coming from her full, sexy mouth was about all he could take. He could feel her warm, slick walls begin to pulse against his erection. She hazily watched him furrow his brow and bite down harshly on his bottom lip as he came with her. He rocked into her one last time and pulled her body tightly onto his as their bodies exploded from their climax. His arms wrapped around her as he felt her muscles spasm against him. Their hearts were beating in sync as they slowly came down from their mind blowing high. His lips met her collarbone and his teeth firmly bit into her as he groaned into her flesh loudly.
"You're perfect," she said airily into his hair while gaining her breath. Fitz remained like putty in her arms before slowly pulling out. He wiped off before putting himself back in his briefs and helping Olivia clean up. She inched off the edge of the countertop to her feet and put her panties back on.
"Was that better than how your day began?" He said as he leaned down for a quick kiss.
"You could say that," she winked and kissed his chest softly.
"Come back to bed. Maybe you can fall asleep now." He picked her up and cradled her in his arms as he walked back to their bedroom.
Fitz fell asleep immediately as they spooned together. Olivia tried but she couldn't get her mind off of the days events.
As she walked into her favorite organic store that morning she wore her usual casual apparel. Skinny jeans, her favorite cognac colored Oxford flats, and a grey slim fit tshirt. The simply casual look was completed with a pair of black oversized sunglasses which were partly covered by her bangs as the rest of her hair was up in a pony tail of loosened curls.
Olivia had a few items to pick up for dinner later that night. She had been craving fresh vegetables and decided to swing by the grocery store after grabbing some paperwork from her office she had forgotten. It was early in the morning on a Saturday so she hoped not many people would be in the market. As she parked at the store and walked towards the automatic entrance she noticed a man in all black smoking a cigarette outside, as if he were waiting for someone. His clothes looked slightly disheveled and his beard wasn't neatly trimmed. But, as she passed him to walk in she smiled politely. It didn't take much time for her to shop for the items and make her way to the checkout. Before long she was walking with her bags back towards her car.
Directly behind her car she noticed the same man from when she walked inside the store, this time with a professional camera. He was standing with a woman who was also dressed in all black. They sat calmly and began taking pictures from afar in Olivias direction. She stopped walking as she approached the area where her car was parked and looked directly at them.
"Can I help you with something?" She yelled down the lot as soon as she spotted them.
They didn't respond but walked closer towards her, beginning to make her nervous. Her initial reaction was to lower her sunglasses from her head back over her face. As she walked closer her free hand laid across her stomach to cover her subtle baby bump.
"Ms. Pope, we just want a few pictures."
"And you are?" She asked still walking towards her car.
"The Washington Beat," they showed their credentials."Do you care to comment on your relationship with the president? Or your pregnancy?"
Olivia stopped walking immediately and stood in shock. 'How dare they follow me', she thought. Before she had a chance to fully process what was happening the man walked closer to get various shots of her, from all angles. She was tense and kicked it in high gear to get out of that parking lot.
"I don't give interviews." She picked up the pace and walked with her head towards the ground so they couldn't get a good picture.
" ! Just one picture!" They began following her closely, taking snapshots without her consent. As she walked too fast to catch up to the man with the camera ran in front of her forcing her to stop for a second and reroute herself to her car.
"Rub the belly with your left hand?! Just one good picture!"
She finally reached her car and frantically tried to open her back door to throw the bags in. In the chaos she realized she hadn't unlocked her doors yet. The photographer stepped closer to her almost leaning over her trunk for a better shot.
"Step the hell away from my car!" She fumbled with her keys and used the remote to unlock the door.
"Any comment? Ms Pope, are you happy with the president? Have you chosen a baby name? Will the Grant children visit DC for the birth?" The woman was asking a rapid fire of questions with a personal recorder in the palm of her hand. Olivia did her best to keep her composure as she got into her car. Even after the door was shut and the car turned on, the photographer and reporter proceeded to harass her through the window. She shifted the car in drive and sped off as fast as she could. As soon as she turned out of the parking lot all of her walls felt as if they were crumbling down. She's could feel her body turn from defense mode into a jumbled mess of emotions. Her eyes welling up with tears as she attempted to control her breathing. Olivia felt as if she were on the verge of a panic attack.
She immediately dialed Fitz through her cars Bluetooth. The ringing of his phone was heard through her speaker system. As she drove she quietly pleaded for him to pick up, the tears now freely rolling down her face.
"How's my baby momma?" He joked as he answered the phone. This was his new nickname for her and each time he used it he would chuckle at the term. This day wasn't any different.
"Fitz?" Her voice was shaking as she cautiously took her exit for the highway.
He immediately was alarmed by the sound of her voice. "What's wrong? Where are you?"
"I'm sorry, don't worry , I just-" She tried to get control of herself as she drove so she wouldn't do anything erratic.
"What's going on? Is it the baby?" His frantic questioning forced her want to pull her thoughts together.
"No. Everything's okay."
"Liv I need you to tell me what's wrong. You're scaring me."
"Im sorry." She took a deep breath and sighed. "I just left the market. There was a reporter and photographer waiting for me when I walked out."
"What?! Did they hurt you?"
"No, I just got a little shaken up. They were so close. I just kept thinking about the baby."
"Dammit," he said in a low tone behind his gritted teeth. His body immediately tensed at the thought of anything bringing her to this point of being upset."Livvie..."
"They kept yelling asking me questions and followed me to my car. One was so close to me I had to practically run him over just to get out."
"Jesus Liv. Where are you now? I'll come get you."
"I'm already on my way home. Don't leave work. I just- I got a little scared. I just needed to hear your voice. Don't leave work, okay?"
"Listen to me. I'm leaving my office now. Get home safe. I'll meet you Liv? I'll be there when you get there. Just be safe. Please."
She wanted to be strong and insist that she was fine. But in reality, that incident shook her nerves to her core. She didn't bother fighting him on meeting her at the house."Okay," her tone sounding defeated.
"I love you Liv. Please, please be careful, okay?"
"Yeah, okay. I love you too."
Later that evening after talking they sat at the table and ate one of Olivia's favorite salads. Fitz wanted her to take it easy so he insisted on preparing the meal. They had spoken for hours after the incident that day so they enjoyed a few moments of silence as they ate together.
"You know what this means, right? After today?" Fitz said, as he finished his food.
"I'll tell you right now, I'm not switching and finding another organic store. I've been going to that one since I moved to Washington. So, no, that's out of the question." She was clearly exhausted and her tone made it even more evident.
"Thats not what I'm talking about Liv. I meant that this means you're getting a secret service detail."
Olivia jerked her head up from her food to see Fitz sitting across from her. His face was as serious as it could be, his jaw tensed, and his arms crossed. She could tell he had no intention of changing his mind.
"Listen, babe. I know today was scary but I'm not trucking around an agent everywhere I go. It's bad enough that we're going to be getting more attention with the baby and your new position at Georgetown. Flying under the radar is going to be near impossible, but having my own personal agent is over the top. In my line of work, I've dealt with crazier stuff then what happened today. Like I said, I think I was just a little more emotional because of the baby. I'll be fine. I promise."
"Liv..." He attempted to keep his voice even so that she would actually listen to what he was saying. "I respect you and your decisions. You're a grown woman and you've been independent for years. I get that. But I also get that it's my job to make sure you're safe. Before, when I offered the detail and you said no, I didn't push it. You wanted to keep a sense of normalcy, fine. I get that too. But our life is changing. We're having a baby." He paused because he could feel his emotions beginning to get the best of him. "Olivia, I'll be damned of anyone hurts either of you. You're getting a detail, and that's the end of that. You can kick and scream, you can complain about it every damn day for all I care. But you need someone to protect you from these vultures that prey on people like you. I shouldn't even have to explain this to you. It's happening. Get over it."
She sat and looked at him, her eyes glossy and tired from the days events. He expected an argument from her and was ready to go all night to prove his point. But to his surprise they stared at one another in silence momentarily as she seemed to consider what he had just said. In a soft voice she responded,"Okay."
"Okay."He let out a huge sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose.
Olivia went back to eating her salad and began flipping through a nearby newspaper that she hadn't finished reading earlier. Fitz just sat and watched her, waiting for the right second to bring up his next topic for discussion.
"We need to do an interview, Liv. A serious, sit down to just get all the stupid questions out of the way. People want to know. It's easier if we just do it, when we want, on our own terms. Either with a magazine, newspaper, or news station."
"No," she sounded emotionless, not even looking up from her salad to acknowledge his proposal. To her it wasn't even an option for them.
"The papers and shows have been harassing us for a while now. All they want is a formal sit down Liv."
"I. Said. No." She flipped to the next page in the newspaper still refusing to look up.
"Olivia, you're not even-"
"Fitz!" She threw down her fork onto her unfinished plate of food. "We always promised each other that we would keep us, you and me, for only us. You've admitted yourself that being in a relationship in the public eye makes everything harder. So why in the hell would we put ourselves out for the wolves? Because some newspaper figured out what grocery store I use? I'm not letting theses vultures pick away at us. So, no. No, I'm not doing an interview with you about our relationship, our life, or our baby. It's nobody's damn business."
His face and ears were flushed with redness as he sat stiffly and listened to her rejection. Olivia was in business mode now, but Fitz wouldn't stop without making his point.
"I know what I said Olivia! But if we do and interview, even one for a local newspaper, then at least we have a chance of being left alone. All people want is a quick inside look at what our life is like. We answer a few questions, take a few pictures, and we're good as gold. I feel like its our only option. It's only going to get worse the further along in your pregnancy you get. Jesus, Liv! You're a fixer for Christs sake! You've set up interviews like this for people hundreds of times. You could probably do it in your sleep!"
"Fitz, if we do a sit down interview, do you know what kind of questions we'll have to answer? Personal ones. Ones that other people have no business knowing about. It's been years since your presidency. I think that you've lived enough of your life in public. I don't do public. You're right, I've set up hundreds of interviews. But you know what? They're not about me. I don't do personal interviews. So, to answer your question, no. I'm not doing it."
"You need some time to think about it."
She shook her head no and pursed her lips as she looked down to the table.
"Hey," he called out to get her attention. She didn't look up. "Hey, look at me," he pleaded.
She looked up and stared at him blankly.
"Think about it."
Olivia stood up without responding and put her dirty dishes in the sink. She gathered a few folders of work from the table and picked up her iPad. He remained in his spot at the table. As she walked by him to exit not making eye contact he grabbed her wrist from his chair.
"I swear to god Olivia, if I get another phone call with you in tears like I did today,I'll kill somebody."
She didn't look at him as she proceeded to walk by him to leave the kitchen.
"I'm going to bed. Today's been long enough, I don't want to talk about it anymore."
Fitz didn't bother responding. He watched her leave the room and let out a sigh as he closed his eyes.
The next day they were each taking care of their personal work before their week got started. Olivia walked into the living room and stood directly in front where he was sitting.
"You're right."
Fitz stopped everything and stared at Olivia with a genuinely confused look on his face.
"Who are you, and what have you done with my wife?"
"I'm serious Fitz. You were right yesterday."
"I'm going to need you to be a little more specific so I'm sure we're on the same page."
"We should do an interview. Together. Sooner rather than later. I want a sit-down with a D.C. newspaper or magazine. No more than three photos of the two of us. I want it to take place in a public setting, I don't care if we have to shut down an entire venue for a day. At any point of the interview, if I feel like it's headed in a bad direction I most definitely will shut it down immediately," she looked at him with a serious face refusing to blink."But we can do it. Together. Okay?"
He walked over to her casually with a smirk on his face and his hands shoved in his pockets.
"What?"
"Nothing. I just love you is all." He snaked his arms around her waist and lowered his hands to rest on her back. His head dipped closely to her face as he began giving her sweet kisses against her slightly opened lips.
"I'm serious," she managed in between his soft kisses, "about the rules."
"I know." He didn't let up his slow displays of affection. Still planting deliberate yet soft pecks against her lips, chin, cheekbones, and neck, in no particular order. She stood still and tried to control her breathing as his lips seemed to say a thousand words without speaking one of them.
"I love you too."She reached up to cup his face. When he smiled she couldn't help but squeeze his cheeks.
"You're fortunate you're cute Grant."
"Now you're calling me cute? What happend to handsome? Sexy? A beast?"
"Well when you beg you're cute."
"Okay," he gave her one last quick peck on her lips. "I'll take it. Hey come here," he intertwined their fingers and led her over to the computer.
"I don't want to see any of your silly YouTube videos."
He pulled her down to sit on his lap.
"Everybody's a comedian," he bit his bottom lip and smirked as he tickled her. "No, Liv. I want you to look at the floor plan the contractor just emailed me."
"Wow!" She seemed surprised and Fitz was visibly proud that he had done something right."That was quick."
"Here's the kitchen," he pointed to the screen,"down in this part is the master bedroom. Right next door here is the nursery."
She sat there silently and speechless as he pointed out the floor plan. Her wide-eyed expression made Fitz slightly nervous.
"What's wrong? You're not saying anything. You always have something to say."
"Nothing. Nothings wrong. It's perfect Fitz. It's so...its just perfect," she squeezed her arms around his waist and nuzzled her face into his chest. "I can't believe we're having a baby," she mumbled dryly as she spoke into his T-shirt. "I can't believe we're having a house built." Her head lifted up to be level with his. Her eyes switched focus between his eyes and lips. "I can't believe we got married."
"I know what you mean. I can't believe we're married either. Maybe if somebody would've let us have an actual wedding then we'd believe it." His fingers playfully poked her sides making her giggle. She lifted her hands to hold his neck.
"After the baby, I promise we will have a real wedding and reception. Family, friends, music-"
"And cake?" He cut her off to ask that obviously important question.
"Yes, and plenty of cake."
"You know I'm just teasing about how we got married right?"
"I know."
"Getting married to you in front of a judge is all I need. All I care about is that you're my wife. When we do have a formal wedding, that'll just be me giving you a party for carrying our baby around for nine months."
"I think Im okay with that. But back to this house business."
"The real estate agent and contractor wanted us to meet with them this week. So I'm just emailing them our availability."
"Okay, let me grab my phone." She jumped up in one swift movement to head towards the bedroom.
"Hang on. Not so fast. I'm also emailing my publicist to scope out which interviews and magazines are the best for us."
"Okay. Well this is your thing. I trust you. Handle it."
"You don't want to be involved at all?"
"Fitz, I told you earlier, I'm only doing this for you. So, no, I don't want to be involved. Tell me when and where and I'll show up with a smile and maybe even a few nice things to say."
"Without an attitude, right?"
"I never have an attitude," she winked at him as she walked out of the room.
"Yeah, right," he mumbled under his breath.
"I heard that, Grant!"
My fellow gladiators! It's been a while since I updated. The show has just been so good! But, I hope that you enjoyed this chapter. Let me know what you think! You're reviews inspire me to write more, even when I may not feel like it. So feel free to leave a comment, anything is appreciated! Until next time!