"Get rid of her."

"Get rid of who Liv?"

"Amanda. Get rid of her."

"Liv, did something happen?"

"I don't trust her and I don't want her anywhere near me. There's something off about her and I don't want to be left in her care."

"Did she do something? Say something? Liv, you gotta give me a legitimate reason here. She's been on your case for four months. The hospital is gonna wanna know why you don't want her around all of a sudden".

"I was unconscious for four months. It's not like I was ever awake to interact with her. And now I am. And I don't want her anywhere around me. I'm a grown ass woman and that's legitimate enough!"

"Liv, babe, calm down. I just wanna make sure everything's okay. If you want her gone, she'll be gone. But seriously, you're only here for three more days. Can't you just stick it out?"

"No Fitzgerald, I can't 'just stick it out'! Three days is plenty of time for her to do some crazy shit. She's clearly obsessed with you and I'm not about to suffer some fatal attraction shit because a psycho hospital nurse wants to fuck my boyfriend. I'm NOT going to argue with you. Tell the hospital to rid of her TODAY or I will and you know I will not be nice about it at all!"

"You don't have to do that. You want me off your case, I'm off". They both turn their heads in the direction of the voice, not knowing that Amanda was in the room and probably heard most of their conversation.

"Amanda.."

"No Fitz, it's fine. Olivia is the patient and our job here is to cater to the patient. If she wants me off of her service, then I'm off. Olivia, I'm sorry for whatever it is that I've done to you to make you uncomfortable and think that I would ever jeopardize your health. The best of luck to you both, I shall be going now". She turns and walks out of the room in a hurry. "That bitch doesn't want me around, that's fine. But she surely has fucked up now!"

"Well, that settles that. Can we get her banned from my room too? I don't want any funny business while I'm still here", she continues picking at the food on her plate as if nothing ever happened.

He sighs to himself, shaking his head. If he ever thought for a minute that his Livvie was gone, she made it known that she was back now. "I'll see what I can do".

Five months. After five long months of being held in a secluded wing in the hospital, the doctors finally cleared her to go home. They delivered the good news to her the night before and she couldn't wait to finally fill out the discharge papers this morning.

He went home after visiting hours and spent the whole night making sure that the house was clean and comfortable enough for her return the next day. He went to the grocery store, filling her prescriptions and grabbing some of her favorites to restock the kitchen. He made sure there wasn't a speckle of dust in sight or a thread out of place; he wanted everything to be perfect.

They're walking hand in hand through the hospital parking garage. They finally reached her car, Fitz deciding that it would be easier for her to get in and out of, and he pops the trunk to put in her bag of belongings. He walks around the car, opening the passenger door and smiling at her. His baby was finally coming home. Instead of being met with her smile in return, her face was covered in fear.

"Baby, are you okay?", he asks, completely oblivious to the problem at hand.

"Umm, can I just sit in the back?". It hits him. How could he not have realized. He instantly understands. She's afraid. The last time she was in a car, she was nearly killed. He knew that there would be some sort of traumatic experience for her around vehicles, especially when the time came for her to get behind the wheel again, but in all the excitement, it slipped his mind.

"Of course. Whatever my baby wants, she gets", a smile finally forming on her face as he helps her into the backseat.

"Ugh, baby I'm so full. I doubt I can even get out of this car. You're gonna have to carry me inside". They just left IHOP after enjoying a large breakfast full of eggs, bacon, sausage links, fruits, hash browns, and pancakes.

"Are you really that full or did you just need an excuse for me to carry you?"

"Both", she says in a childish voice, causing them both to giggle. He's pulling into the driveway and she sees an unfamiliar car.

"Babe, who's car is that?"

"I had to get a new car. The other one got totaled in the accident. You like? My dad picked it out. I told him a Mustang wasn't necessary, but you can't change an old man's mind".

"I like it. It's sexy. And I can think of a few things we could do in the backseat".

"Oh yeah?", he leans down to give her a kiss and she screams as he picks her up, carrying her into the house.

They're sitting together in the tub. His back is pressed against the side of the tub and she's seated in between his legs. She's leaning against his chest as he massages her shoulders and he's peppering soft kisses along her neck. Candles are lit up all over the bathroom as soft music plays in the background.

"Babe."

"Hmm?"

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"For waiting for me. I can't imagine what it must have felt like, not knowing if I was going to come back to you. Four months is a long time. You could have had anyone you wanted, but you waited for me."

"Liv, I could have anyone I wanted, but I only want you. You wanted me to fight for you and I fought to the end. I would have never let you go". She's turning her head, kissing him slowly and he isn't sure if it's the moment or the water temperature, but he feels her body shiver. "Baby, you're shivering. Let's get you out, I don't want you catching a cold".

He wraps a towel around his waist, passing her one of her own so she can dry off. He picks her up, laying her down on the bed so he can find her something to wear. Before he's able to walk away, she grabs his arms, pulling him back to her.

"Fitz..." He panics. He thinks something is wrong. He finally has her back and something's wrong already. He's mentally preparing himself to have to take her back to the hospital.

"Olivia, is something wrong? Do we have to go back? Should I call the doctor?"

"No babe, relax".

"What is it?", he asks nervously, his voice frantic.

She's standing up on the bed, dropping her towel to wrap her arms around his neck. She's looking down at him, playing with his curls at the back of his head. She knows that it always calms him down and she sees his shoulders relax. She kisses him and his eyelids close slowly. She wraps her legs around his waist and he moves his hands to her ass, holding her in place.

"Baby, I want you", she whispers the words, as if they're in a room full of people. He opens his eyes suddenly, looking at her confused.

"Livvie...", as much as he wants her, as much as he needs her, he's afraid that he'll hurt her. "I don't think that's a good idea baby. I don't wanna hurt you".

"Fitz, please...", she begs. He can't say no. He can never say no. He can never deny her of anything, what sane man could? "We need this, you need this".

"Baby, are you sure?" She kisses him again, giving him her answer. She parts her lips slowly, letting him know she's granting him access. He's slipping his tongue in her warm mouth, moving slowly so he can lay her back down on the bed. He rests her head on two pillows and she props her knees up, spreading her legs far enough for him to fit in between them. He's on his knees, leaning down to kiss her pouted lips. She wraps her arms tighter around his neck, pulling his body closer. The naked skin on their chests make contact and he can feel how hard her nipples are.

She's absolutely right. They need this, he needs this. He hadn't been inside her in five months and he missed it. He wanted her body so bad and every time he caught himself fantasizing, he felt like an asshole for having such thoughts while she was still in the same condition. It wasn't about the sex for them, it was never about the sex, it was about the connection. Whenever he entered her, their bodies connected. She was molded perfectly for him and she encased his manhood each and every time, fitting to him like a glove. He loves the sounds she made, how she gasped and moaned, and it drove him absolutely crazy hearing her say his name. The way her back arched, how her head fell back on the pillow, her begging for him to go faster and harder, how her body shook when it reached its peak. No, it could never be about the sex. It was always about how well they knew each other's bodies and what limits they would push to satisfy each other.

He hovers over her, reaching in between her legs, placing his palm over her already hot and wet mound, rubbing his thumb against her throbbing clit. She hisses, her hips slightly raising off the bed to meet his finger. He knows his Livvie and as much as she begged him not to, he knew teasing her was the best way to get her riled up. He keeps flicking at her most sensitive spot, leaning over to take her mouth in his so he can suppress the moans starting to pass her lips. His hips meet hers and she can feel his hardness growing against her thigh as he continues his attack on her clit.

"Baby, please..", the words escape her lips breathlessly. "Fitz, please. baby, I need you." He can't take her just yet. He's never been a one minute man, but it has been five long months. He knows the second he feels her around him, he'll get lost in the sensation way too quick. He slips a finger inside of her and her body instantly shudders with an orgasm. "Fiiiiiiitttzzzz!", she moans as her hands grip the sheets so hard her knuckles turn nearly white. He kisses her chest, swirling his tongue around her nipple before pulling it into his mouth. He sucks at it softly, trying to her relax her body.

He can't wait any longer. He needs her. Once he's seen that she has calmed down, he reaches for protection, remembering their deal they made to each other. He's rumbling through the drawer, trying to keep his focus on her breasts, when he feels her hand holding his arm in place. He looks up at her and she's staring down at him.

"We don't need it".

"Livvie, I thoug-"

"I don't need it". He's taken aback. Four little words never held so much meaning. Four little words that said everything. She didn't need it. She didn't want it. She hadn't gotten her new prescription for her birth control yet, but she trusted him enough without it. She trusted him enough to be the man that helped her bring children into this world. She trusted him to be strong enough to take care of her and their family. She trusted him. Those four simple words spoke volumes.

He positioned himself in between her legs, staring into her eyes as he readied himself to enter her. He was certain her big beautiful chocolate orbs had absorbed his soul from his body. He slowly pushed his tip into her slick folds; she instantly bites on her bottom lip. "Aaah", he knows that sound. He takes it a little slower, knowing she needs a second to fully adjust to his size. He continues pushing and he stills only when he's all the way in; her head falls back on the pillow and she's making sounds he can't even understand, while his hands grip the sheets below him on either side of her body.

They've never been strangers to trying new things or new positions, but him being on top of her was always their favorite. It wasn't about the power he had in the position, it was about the way their bodies joined together as one. On top, he was able to see her every reaction to whatever pleasure he gave her; her body movements and facial expressions. He could see how tight she gripped him as he moved in and out of her, how her stomach trembled whenever he came into contact with her spot, how her fingers gave up trying to reach for him when the feeling became too overwhelming. She favored the position simply because he made her feel protected.

He was lost. Lost inside of her warmth as he stroked in and out of her. Lost in the sounds of her moans. Lost in the feeling of finally being inside her again. He was lost. Lost for the past four mouths without her, and the extra one he had to wait until she was completely his again. Lost in all the pain, agony, and other unidentifiable emotions he held. He couldn't believe that he had almost lost her. That the woman he loved and cherished so much was almost gone forever. He was so lost, he didn't even realize he was crying, until he felt her fingers wiping his tears away.

She was lost. Lost in her thoughts. How could this man love her so much? What did she do to deserve him? How could she almost leave him, breaking his heart yet again? She felt guilty. She was mad at him and all he wanted was to do something special for her. She was mad at herself because she would have left him with the memory of her being angry, all because she was too spoiled to cherish what she had. She hated herself for putting him through such torture for so long. But she could never hate him. All that he had done for her, all that he had done for them. She was almost stupid enough to leave him, even if it wasn't intentional, and he fought for her. He fought for them.

Her thoughts are interrupted when she hears him sobbing softly. She looks up and sees the look on his face. He's absolutely broken. It's breaks her to see the pain she's caused him. She reaches up, wiping a tear away from his face before it falls. "Fitz, baby, I'm okay. We're okay. Baby, it's all okay". She leans up and takes his lips into hers, hoping that she can help to ease his pain.

The room is silent except for the sounds of their skin coming in contact and the sniffles from the both of them crying. She screams out in ecstasy, gripping onto his shoulder blades and he falls forward, emptying himself inside of her. They're both lost; lost in love, lost in each other, and they hope, they pray that they'll never be found.