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Chapter Ten

All of the color drained from Fitzgerald's face. He could hear his name being called, but it was as if he was in a tunnel, and it was reaching him distantly. Mellie's words kept ringing in his ears, echoing, as if they would never stop. Those two words instantly changed life as he knew it. I'm pregnant. I'm pregnant. I'm pregnant.

"Fitz!" his name was becoming a little clearer to hear. He didn't like the voice that was saying it. It sounded harsh, and rude. Bitter and spiteful. He wanted to tune it out.

"Fitz? Fitz, look at me." This voice was much gentler. He wanted to bathe in it, let it wash over him in waves, because it made him calm down. He realized that it belonged to Olivia. His Olivia. If she was there, everything was going to be okay. She would help him through this. "Olivia?" Fitz whispered, turning to the direction of her voice.

"There you are. Thought I lost you there. Let's go inside okay? Mellie's here, and we're going to talk everything out."

"No. I don't want her here. She's lying. In order for her to be pregnant, and it be my child, is if we had sex, and I haven't touched her in-"

"In a little over two months. And I'm two months pregnant." Mellie said, glaring at Fitzgerald. The last time they had been together intimately, Fitzgerald had drank himself into oblivion, horny and had no one else to turn to besides Melody. He turned her over, her face into the pillow, and tried his best to imagine she wasn't there. What helped him, was thinking of Olivia. He hadn't told anyone that though. This was before he and Olivia got back together, and it would seem weird to say that he was thinking of her although they hadn't seen each other in five years.

"Well I don't believe you. I want to go see a doctor. I want a paternity test done. There's no way in hell you're just magically pregnant once Olivia is back in my life."

"Fitz, can I talk to you?" Olivia said quietly. She used her key to his apartment, opening the door. She pulled him into the bathroom and closed the door. She ran the sink water, so their conversation wouldn't be heard.

She sighed slightly, her breathing coming out shallowly. She didn't know what to do. She loved him, but if he was going to have a child, she didn't want to stand in the way of that child living in a happy, complete, home. And she knew Fitz, if the baby is his, he's going to make sure he's there for them, every step of the way. And that would be much easier without her around. She sat on the edge of the tub, in silence looking up at him.

"No."

Olivia stared at him, unsure as what he was saying no to. "You're not leaving me, Olivia. You are not going to fix this. This is on me, if it's even my child. You do not get to exclude yourself from this situation, when you're the love of my life."

He got down on his knees, pushing Olivia's knees apart, to fit himself in-between them. He ran his hands up her thighs, his fingernails leaving light scratch marks on them. His hands made their way up to her hips, before he wrapped his arms around her, laying his head on her bosom.

Olivia wrapped her arms around him, clutching him to her chest. She felt him crumble in her arms, and it wasn't any more than three seconds, before she heard loud sobs rip through him. She rubbed his back, soothing him through his pain. "It's going to be fine, Fitz. I won't leave. We'll do this together." She whispered.

Fitz looked up at her, tears streaming down his face. He didn't speak, he merely nodded. And she nodded back, wiping his tears with her thumbs, before taking his face in her hands, kissing his lips.

She helped him to his feet, and he rinsed off his face before going back into the apartment to face Mellie. With one hand on the door knob, Olivia entangled her fingers with Fitz', and they prepared for the conversation of a lifetime.

Olivia inhaled deeply, her eyes still closed, trying not to be disturbed by the sunlight shining through the window. She blindly felt the spot beside her, knowing it would feel cold before she even reached out for it. It had been a little over a week since Mellie's announcement, and Fitz had barely slept. She sighed, sitting up, her curly hair in a bush around her face. She opened her eyes, squinting, avoiding the light at all costs. Throwing back the covers, she stepped out of bed, wearing nothing but Fitz' navy sweater and his boxers. She walked out of her bedroom, to find Fitz standing in front of the balcony window. She walked up behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist, and stood on her tiptoes to kiss his neck.

He relaxed under her touch, sighing a little bit. He knew that he had been distant, but he never meant to let it get this far. He turned around to face Olivia, cupping her ass in his hands, lifting her up. She wrapped her legs around him, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

"You didn't come back to bed."

"I know, I'm sorry. It's just, with today being the day to go see the doctor, I couldn't sleep. But you looked so peaceful and beautiful. I didn't want to wake you."

"Fitzgerald, you need to relax. Everything is going to work itself out. Trust me."

"I trust you with everything in me," he said, his eyes taking in Olivia's appearance. He smiled lightly, kissing her nose. "You're wearing my navy sweater and my boxers."

"Well if you weren't wearing them to bed, someone had to!" Olivia joked, smiling one of many smiles that made Fitz go weak at the knees. "Ah, but wait. I'm not in bed anymore."

Olivia unwrapped herself from Fitz' hold, placing her feet down on the wooden floor. She took hold of the edges of the sweater, lifting it over her head, before throwing it to the ground. Keeping eye contact with Fitz, she slid down his boxers, stepping out of them one leg at a time. Her hair fell around her shoulders, her eyes filled with excitement.

Fitz felt a stirring in his pajama pants, and his heart skipped a beat. He crossed the room in a quick, swift, motion, taking her face in his hands. He brought their lips together, with a sense of urgency. Their tongues fought for dominance as Fitz backed her into a wall, earning a grunt from both of them. All of the anxiety, all of the frustration, every single emotion that Fitz was holding in, slowly started to melt away. Olivia told him that he needed to relax, and she was right. His Livvie was always right.

Olivia ran her hands down Fitz chest, her fingers meeting the material of his pants. She pulled the drawstrings, undoing the knot in the belt, and pushed his pants down. She broke the kiss, making eye contact with Fitz. His usual sky blue eyes were the color of cerulean, dark with lust and admiration. She placed one more kiss on his lips, before kissing her way down his neck, down his abdomen, until she got to the spot she was looking for. She took hold of his erection, licking along his shaft lightly, before putting the tip of it in her mouth. With one look up at Fitz, she slid the whole member into her mouth. She picked up a rhythm, her hand making up for whatever her mouth wasn't. Fitz placed his hands on the wall in front of him, a loud moan erupting as Olivia ran her teeth along his dick.

She let it slide from her mouth with a loud pop, standing back up in front of the man she was head over heels in love with.

"Olivia…" Fitz' voice was clouded with lust. He was panting slightly, looking her body up and down with hunger in his eyes. He scooped her up in his arms, carrying her into the bedroom. He sat her down on the bed, and disappeared into the closet.

When he came back, he had a box with him. He handed the box to Olivia, with a smirk on his face. She opened it, finding a pair of handcuffs, and a black silk blindfold. Olivia smiled, looking up at Fitz.

"Did you expect this to happen?" she asked.

"Of course not, but I bought them for a special occasion. I know we've fooled around a little bit, but this will be the first time since we've been back together that we've had sex. And I want it to be extremely memorable. So what we're going to do," Fitz said as he crawled up to Olivia, "is take these handcuffs, and handcuff and blindfold you, until I'm ready for you not to be restricted anymore."

Olivia absolutely adored when Fitz became in charge in the bedroom. They both loved fighting for dominance, and usually she would fight now, but this was about clearing his mind, and letting him relax, so she let him have her way.

He took each of her wrists in his hands, handcuffing them to the headboard. He placed a kiss on both of her wrists, before placing a kiss on her lips. He wrapped the blindfold around her eyes, tying it in the back in a knot, so she couldn't get it off. He made himself comfortable between her legs, licking lightly at her entrance. Olivia took a deep breath, knowing he was about to make her experience pleasure on a different level. He flicked his tongue over her clit, before sucking on it lightly. He dove his tongue inside of her, causing her to squirm, her arms above her head, with no way of grabbing onto anything.

"Fitz…" she panted.

"Come on Livvie, you know there's more where that came from."

He went back to flicking his tongue across her most sensitive spot, not stopping until he knew she reached her peak.

Olivia tilted her head back, her breathing quickening. She tried to squirm away, but Fitz had a strong hold on her thighs, keeping her in place. She whimpered out his name, and it wasn't long before she heard his baritone voice in her ear. He used three fingers in a rubbing motion on her clit.

"Cum for me, Livvie. Let me hear those sweet lips say my name."

"Oh fuck….Fitz.." Olivia screamed as her orgasm hit, and she tried unsuccessfully to squirm away from Fitz' hand. Her stomach untightened, as she gasped for air. Fitz was no longer in between her legs. In fact, she didn't feel him in her ear anymore.

"Fitz?" she called out.

"Do you know how sexy you look right now?" his voice was distant, it sounded as if he were across the room.

"Where are you?"

"Now, now, Olivia. You wouldn't want to ruin the surprise, would you? We're gonna play a game. It's called the hot and cold game. I'm going to say a series of things, and then I'm going to ask you where you think I am. If you get it right each time, you can take the blindfold off after the game. If you get three wrong, you have to keep the blindfold on the entire time I'm inside you."

Olivia pouted, because he knew she loved eye contact during sex more than anything. She straightened up slightly, determined to win.

"Alright Grant, hit me with your best shot."

Fitz smiled, watching as Olivia crossed one leg over the other, a look of determination on her face. Although the black blackfold covered her eyes, he imagined that she glared them, which is what she did when she was trying to concentrate.

"I want to lick every inch of your body. I want to feel you shiver under my tongue and moan my name. You know I love your moans, Livvie." He walked around some more, moving in different areas of the room. "You taste so good, inside and out. You're the perfect woman. Now, where am I?"

Olivia's head whipped around when he began to speak again. Using her memory, she decided to guess his location. "You're on the loveseat, presumably the edge because I put your dry cleaning on the actual seat itself. Now get off of the edge, you know I hate that."

Fitz laughed, standing up. "You're correct. So, in the matter of hot or cold, you're hot."

"Fitz, I can't do this anymore, I need you now." The pleading in Olivia's voice sent chills straight down to his dick. He wanted to tease her, but in all honesty, he couldn't wait any longer either. Watching her sit there in all of her perfection was nearly enough to send him over the edge at the moment.

He walked over to the side of the bed, sitting in front of her. He took off the blindfold, and unlocked the handcuffs. Olivia climbed on top of him, straddling his waist. She drew a circle with her tongue on the side of his neck, before sucking the spot lightly. "The next time you keep me waiting so long, Fitzgerald, there will be repercussions to pay."

"I like the sound of that." Fitz said with a smirk. He watched as Olivia took his whole length in her hand, before easing it inside of her. She bit her lip as she lowered herself down onto him, eliciting a groan from him as her walls fit around him perfectly. The feeling of being inside of Olivia almost set him over the edge, but he tried his best keep a calm mind. He stared up at her as she rode him, watching in utter amazement that he was lucky enough to call her his. She opened her eyes, looking down at him, and gave him a quick wink, sending tingles throughout his entire body. He thrust upward, meeting Olivia's thrusts. He brought his hand up to the back of her neck, pulling her down to his chest. He kissed her fervently, swallowing one of the moans that just escaped from her mouth. He wrapped his arms around her back, quickening his pace, as he moved in and out of Olivia with ease. They both knew that they weren't going to last much longer as each thrust began more and more sloppy.

With a loud cry of his name, Olivia hit her orgasm, with Fitz following behind not too long after. They lay there for a while, waiting for their breathing to stabilize. They weren't really speaking, a few words here and there, but they were mostly enjoying one another's company.

"Liv?"

"Hmm?" Olivia answered, her fingers drawing patterns on his chest. Her eyes were closed, and she was almost asleep, but she was alert enough to know when he had something on his mind.

"What's your favorite football team?"

"Easy, the New England Patriots."

"Wait what?! I'm dating a Patriots fan? Oh no, that won't do. I'm a Giants fan."

"Ohh, that makes more sense." Olivia yawned. Fitz scrunched his eyebrows, not sure what she was getting at. "What makes more sense?"

"The reason why you seem sad. I'd be sad too, if my quarterback threw as many interceptions as yours did this season."

Fitz didn't say anything, he just shook his head and smiled. He would have retaliated, but he knew she was right. The Giants sucked this year, and there was no way to justify that. But that wasn't the real question on his mind, and he knew that she was waiting for him to get to it.

"Livvie?" Fitz whispered, running his hand up and down her cool arm. She had slight goosebumps, so he repositioned himself, pulling the comforter over their naked bodies.

"Yes, Fitzgerald?"

"Will you marry me?"

The question hung in the air, and he could feel Olivia freeze up against his chest. "I'm not saying right now, Liv. I know that's what you're thinking. But, I have so much love in my heart for you, and. I just want to be able to call you mine, for the rest of my life. And calling you my girlfriend, doesn't really justify just how much you mean to me. You're not just my girlfriend, you're my soulmate. And I would love nothing more than to call you my fiancé', for as long as you'd like. I want you to be apart of my child's life, I want my child to recognize you as a mother figure, not just Daddy's girlfriend, whenever that time comes. I want you here with me. Forever." Fitz took a deep breath, his heart skipping a beat every now and again, nervously spilling out every thought he had been having. "So," he cleared his throat, "what do you say to being Mrs. Fitzgerald Grant III?"