AN: I know this took awhile (again), but I've really been trying to get back into the groove of being at school and work again. This story is my baby and it seriously takes a lot more for me to write these chapters, which is why I usually update Oliver & Company so often. SN: I was so happy to see the baby bump on the red carpet! Kerry carries pregnancy so beautifully! I'm upset she didn't win but she has much more time to accept awards. I wonder what she's carrying. I feel like it's a boy and then I feel like it's a girl. Either way, it'll be stunning like it's mother and have those gorgeous blue eyes like it's father... LOL! Enjoy (:

"Pizza everyday Liv? What were you thinking?"

"I don't know! It was seriously the only thing I could keep down. And it smelled so good! Everything else would make me feel nauseous. And the cheese and the taste. So good!"

He laughed as she closed her eyes tight and reminisced about the pizza she probably wouldn't be having for awhile. They laid together in the hospital bed, spending time to catch up on what they had both missed out on in the past few months. It was a tight fit, but Olivia had insisted that he climbed into the bed with her after they had shared the good news with their family and friends and everyone had left the hospital for the night.

They had discussed the pregnancy for the most part. Olivia shared with him that Kelly had been the first person she called, how she freaked out after taking five positive tests, how Kelly had taken her to see a private doctor so she wouldn't draw any attention to herself with all the negative press going on involving Fitz's case. They talked about her morning sickness and how she watched and waited for her little tummy to finally start protruding, showing some indication that there was actually something growing inside of her.

He asked how she managed to hide her stomach at Kelly's party and she told him that Stephen had picked out the dress in her closet, which prompted to ask more about Stephen. She explained how Stephen was a friend from college, who had moved away to Ohio after they had graduated. He had walked in on his long-term girlfriend Georgia sleeping with someone else, again, and had decided it was the last straw. He had needed to escape and visited Olivia a little over a month ago, eventually deciding to rent out her guest bedroom.

He spoke about returning to work, losing majority of his clients during the beginning of the trial, and how they had began to slowly trickle back in. He told her about the huge pile of letters that took him some weeks to go through; customers telling him how disgusting he was and how they were so shocked to have someone like him working for them at the beginning of his trial, and then those same customers apologizing for Amanda's actions and their previous letters after he had been released from jail.

He asked her about work and she told him about being temporarily suspended and then being asked to come back once she was proven innocent. She had politely declined, telling them that she didn't want to be employed by anyone that would immediately jumped to conclusions, instead of waiting for the truth to come to light. She also made sure to tell them that they were lucky that she didn't sue them, but unlike them, she wasn't "childish and petty".

Now, after hours of them talking, they laid together in the bed, both flat on their backs as they held hands, their fingers intertwined.

"Are you mad at me?", she turned and asked him out of the blue.

"I am, but I'm not. It's like I don't really understand how you couldn't tell me, but I understand why..."

"I'm sorry."

Those two words had been said to each other numerous times by the both of them that night and each time it was returned with an "I forgive you" or an "It's okay". They both understood how sorry the other was, for everything, but that still didn't stop them from feeling the need to say it.

"I love you Olivia"

"I love you too Fitz"

"Let's get some sleep, okay?"

"Okay.."

His eyes open, trying to adjust to the darkness. He looks to the left, the big white numbers glow softly on her iHome, informing him of the time. 3:13. He turns to the right and sees her laying next to him, sound asleep. She's facing in the other direction, the skin on her back fully exposed; the sheets are wrapped around her lower waist and he watches her back rise and fall slowly, with every inhale and exhale.

She had finally reached her third trimester and the pregnancy started to take a toll on her. She was tired more often, but her still growing belly made it uncomfortable for her to sleep long periods of time. She also always felt hot. The air conditioner was never set any higher than 70 degrees and even then, she had to sleep in the nude to keep her body cooled off.

He turns on his side, extending an arm to reach for one of her curls and he moves closer to her, sweeping her loose hair to the side. He starts placing soft kisses along her neck and her body reacts, moving around under the covers. He continues his expedenture down her back, leaving open mouth kisses along her spine.

"Fitz..", she breathlessly murmurs, still in her sleep. He smiles to himself thinking of how his actions always have her call out his name, even in her subconscious state. He places his fingers at the curve where her waist meets at her hips. Her skin feels like silk as he softly runs his hands up and down her side. She turns her head in his direction and her eyes are still shut. He leans in and kisses her lips, her eyes flutter open.

"Fitz, I'm trying to sleep", a visible frown with a hint of annoyance shows on her face and he can't help to laugh. He kisses her again, this time he tugs on her lip.

"Baby, wake up", he traces the outline of her lips with the tip of his tongue, and he knows for sure he's gotten her attention when she sucks it into her mouth. Their tongues battle slowly as a smile creeps along her face.

"Babe, what time is it?", she grumbles with her eyes still closed.

"Mmm... after three baby", his hands creep under the covers, easing between her legs.

"Fitz..", she says with a stern voice and he suddenly stops his movements.

"I'm sorry", he pulls away, a look of disappointment written across his face.

Although they had forgiven each other and had gotten back together, they were taking things slow. They hadn't moved back in with each other, but their mornings before Fitz went to work and their nights after he returned were spent at Olivia's. He wanted her to be comfortable, after she had spent about five months readjusting to her own place and it was much safer for to get around, as his home had stairs and hers didn't.

Besides the fact that they were taking it slow, they began dating again. Fancy dinners, walks in the park, going to see a movie; anything that allowed them quality time and was safe for Olivia and their princess. Their date nights usually ended with passionate make out sessions, body caressing and hems of shirts being played with, but they hadn't had sex yet. They wanted to focus more on rebuilding their relationship and there was never any issue in their sex life.

"Hey..", she whispered, running her fingers through his curls softly. "Take it easy on me, okay?", she smiled at him and a grin spreads across his face when he realized what she meant.

Their lips meet in a deep, passionate kiss. Fingers run through each other's hair, twisting curls and lightly grazing scalps. He rolls them over carefully, so he's lying on his back and she's sitting on his stomach. He can feel her wetness seeping through her underwear and he reaches to rip them off of her.

"Fitz, I said take it easy!", she groans with a devilish grin spread across her face. He responds by swiftly picking her up, her hot sex hovering right above his face.

"Oh shit!", she moans out when he lays his tongue flat, licking from her slit to her clit. "Yes!", her head flies back while he repeats the same movement; one long, slow lick over and over again. He can feel her trying to squirm away and he wraps his arms around her thighs, locking her in place.

"Baby, don't move", he groans out, his tongue attacking her clit. Her soft moans fill the room and she extends her hands to grip on to the headboard for support.

"Fitz... baby... shit!", she slowly starts rocking her hips back and forth while he sucks her pearl in between his lips.

"Mmm...", he groans, flicking his tongue across her bundle of nerves while he nibbles on it.

"Baby, I'm gonna.. oh shit...", she screams out, releasing her juices all over his face.

He licks away the mess, placing a soft kiss against her pulsing lips before moving her to lay in front of him, her back facing his chest. He lifts her leg, pulling it behind her and over his thighs as he places his hardened member at the entrance of her center.

"You're so wet and I'm not even inside you yet Livvie"

"Mmm..", she groans in agreement. "Fitz, put it in."

"Put it in where, baby?", his teeth grazes her earlobe while he rubs himself against her clit.

"Baby, don't tease me", she bites her bottom lip as his fingers begin pinching her nipples.

"Tell me where you want it Liv and I'll give it to you.."

"I need you in my pu... oh SHIT!", she screams out as he enters her in one, full thrust. He keeps still, allowing her pulsing walls to mold around his throbbing cock. "Fitz, quit playing around and move!", she demands and he slowly pulls himself out, leaving just the tip in before he slides himself back in again.

"So tight baby. You're always so fucking tight. And so wet, damn so wet...", he breathes against her ear and she whimpers while he delivers deep, long strokes.

"Oh my God!", she cries.

"Mmm, you like that babe?", his hips swivel in between strokes, slightly hitting her spot with each thrust.

"Feels... goo... oh... my... righ... I'm... gon..."

"Come for me baby, I'm almost there with you..."

"FUCK!", her screams fill the room, her body shaking and he groans loudly, emptying himself inside of her.

"SHIT LIV!", her walls pulse tightly around him and he gives up on trying to remove himself from inside of her. He places kisses on her neck; the both of them trying to catch their breaths.

"That was..."

"Amazing", she finishes his sentence.