The night was successful, his music was received with high notes of praise. Sales on iTunes and Google Marketplace were being completed at a rapid pace, from the time the album was released at midnight. The name of his album was already trending on Twitter. People are already raving that this could be his best album, yet.
From the moment Fitz had revealed his inner worries to her, Olivia felt something aligned within her heart. A spark ignited and thawed her quickly. She understands that life happens. Even though this has been a shock for her, it's not the end of the world. She's lucky that she has a husband and partner whom she loves very much and who loves her just as much or even more – evidence of this was clearly shown early in the evening. She could do this, one day at a time – she will do it.
Sitting in the back of the car, her arms are wrapped around his waist, and her face is nestled between the crook of his neck. She felt warm, safe, love and protected. She couldn't have struck a better luck than if she was a unicorn. This incredible, beautiful, selfless, passionate man, was hers and hers for the keeping. With gratitude and love overwhelming in her heart, she hugs him tighter. Squeezing him to herself. She needed to be one with him. She needed to feel him in places that only he could reach.
Fitz could sense the atmosphere changing as her body rubs against his. To take his mind off of the increasing heat, he turns his attention to the window. He looks at the passing landmarks and knows that they would soon be home. They could contain themselves until then or not. In the meantime, he returns his attention to his beautiful wife and inhales the scent of her hair, and strokes her bare arms, resting underneath his suit jacket.
Finally, the car came to a halt at the appointed destination. The door was opened from the outside and the pair stepped out. They bid their driver and bodyguards a good night before making their way to the front door.
Olivia led the way into their safe haven, stopping inside the foyer with her arms wrapped around her midsection protectively.
"Do you hear that?" Fitz asked, stepping right up to her back. His breath exhaling on the back of her neck.
"No" Olivia replied, on a whim of breath.
"Exactly. We're all alone" he said. They couldn't remember the last time they were fully kids free, and he plans on using it to his potential.
Olivia smiled at his answer, even though she misses her babies, she was glad for the alone time with her husband.
"Go sit by the piano. I'll be right back" he commanded, his voice low in her ear, hands on her waist.
She felt her legs wobbled from the lack of support when his body unexpectedly retreated from hers. Taking a calming breath, Olivia made her way to the baby grand piano. Feeling slightly wicked, she slips off her heels before clambering on top of the sleek black finish piano. Assuming a sultry pose, she waited.
Fitz had a plan for the evening, a plan that only occurred to him mere fifteen minutes ago. He had all of the things he needed from the kitchen in his hands as he walked towards his wife.
Mouth agape, from the sight of his wife lying across his piano. Her head was propped up by an elbow. Her silky smooth legs out on display through the alluring slit of the dress. Her heavy breasts were no longer a tantalizing cleavage but fully out for him to see. He swallows the mounting saliva.
Walking towards her, he carries a jar of golden honey that he'd heated up in the microwave and a bowl of cold juicy ripe strawberries. Besides his Livvie, the combination of those two items were his favorite treat. However, tonight he had plans of combing them altogether.
"Lie on your back" he directed, in a gentle but firm voice.
Olivia does as she was told. Lying on her back against the cold surface, her feet dangles over the keys of his piano while her head is in the same direction of the grand window. She closes her eyes as she anticipates his next move.
The room was mostly dark, except for the small light emanating from the lone candle, Fitz had just lighten. It had to be dark for privacy sake, since the piano was sitting right in front of a window – looking out at the street.
"I'm gonna play for you and then I'm gonna fuck you. You ok with that?" He asked, in a gruff voice.
Olivia gulped and squirmed involuntarily on top of the piano. Oh God he's so fucking hot when he's domineering, she thinks.
"Yes" she answered, in a voice barely sounding like her own.
"Good."
With her consent, Fitz proceeded to take off his dress shirt, unbuttoning it slowly as he took in the vision that is her. She was truly the most beautiful woman he'd ever been with. Her hair splayed around her head in a cloud of curls atop the piano, her chocolate complexion contrasting beautifully against the yellow of her dress. She complimented him in every way that was important. She was indeed his other half, his soul mate.
When his shirt was dropped to the floor, he wasted no time stepping out of his shoes and dress pants, leaving himself only in a pair of Calvin Klein black boxer briefs. He could feel himself straining against the front of his underwear, begging for release but release will come in due time.
He moved around the piano to her head side. Lowering his head, his tongue flicks out of his warm mouth, and licks her soft lips from one corner to the next. She immediately opens her mouth to catch his tongue between her lips, but he pulls away, denying her.
He repeats the same licking action down her neck, and in the valley between her breasts. He cleverly slips the straps of her dress off of her shoulders, and pushes the dress downwards. Leaving her top expose minus the nipple covers. Fitz deftly removes each one to display her brown erect nipples.
Continuing his licking actions, he licks one nipple then the other. He repeats this act until her nipples were painfully hard.
He ignores her pleas as he continued to tease and taunt her. Wrapping his mouth around one round mound, he sucks on her nipple. The satisfaction made him moan in delight. His other hand squeezes and kneads the neglected breast.
He can hear her moans and cries as he continued to work on her sensitive breasts.
Olivia's back arches off of the piano, as she feels her orgasm building. Her breasts were over-sensitized and Fitz's torturous mouth only aided in the hyperactive nerves, creating sensory overload in her nipples.
She grips the back of his hair for relief but that only eggs him on. He suckles on her right breasts like a man craze or hungry. She couldn't help but close her eyes when she felt his sharp teeth nip at her nipple. It was her doing, as her orgasm racked violently throughout her body. She saw stars behind the closed lids of her eyes.
Fitz stepped back, clearly satisfied, that he was able to bring her to her first orgasm with just his mouth on her breast. But that would only be her first of many for the night.
He made his way back to the front of the piano and finished undressing her. He removed the dress completely, exposing her drenched sex and beige panties. Fitz leans over the piano and brings her close to the edge, where her legs were resting on the piano bench and her core was centered where he would be sitting.
Before he took his seat on the matching black finish bench, he hooked his fingers in the waist band of her skimpy panties and pulled them down her long legs.
Finally taken his seat, he starts to play his piano. Skillful, long, elegant fingers skim the keys, as he takes in the sight of her glistening core a head lower than his line of vision. It was driving him crazy. He couldn't wait to taste her.
Take off those heels, lay on my bed
Whisper dirty secrets while I'm pulling on your hair
Poison in our veins, but we don't even care
The vibrations from his piano was reverberating throughout her body. She felt beautiful and gloriously sexy, lying naked on top of the piano in front of her husband, as he serenades her with his deep sex infused voice.
Candles dripping on your body, baby this ain't truth or dare
Everybody wonders where we've run off to
My body on your body, baby sticking like some glue
She felt as though she could cum from the sound of his voice alone. Each time she tried to close her legs together, his head nudges them apart. She needed friction to ease the throbbing between her thighs. In that moment, the only thing she could think of doing was lowering her hands to her core.
The music stops abruptly.
"Fuck!" Fitz groans at the sight of her middle finger disappearing between her lower folds.
"No no" he shakes his head, getting up from his seat. It was a miracle he didn't explode from the sight of her fingering herself. God, he never wanted something more in his life like he wanted to sink inside of her, but that would have to wait. He needed to finish this song first.
He yanks her hand away, from pleasuring herself.
"Did I tell you to do that?" He asked, darkly.
"Fitz…" She begs, growing more frustrated by the seconds.
"Did…I…ask…you…to…do…that?" he enunciated each word.
"No but…-"she was cut off with a shush.
Fitz grabbed his belt from the loop of his pants and wrapped it around her wrists, securing it onto the edge of the piano.
Standing over her, he said, "Now. You'll be fucked when I'm ready for you to be fucked."
With that statement he returned behind his piano and picked up the song from where he'd left off.
Naughty, let's get naughty, girl it's only one or two
The fever's fucking running, feel the heat between us two!
Olivia gasped when she heard the profanity spilling out of his mouth. It was sexy as hell and it only made her want him more. She could feel her essence running down the inside of her thighs. She never felt more wanton with arousal.
I'm gon' ride, I'm gon' ride
I'm gon' ride, I'm, I'm gon' ride on you baby
On you lady, all night, all, all night!
Holy shit! She think she may've cum when he was singing against her core. His hot breath tantalizing her sensitive skin. She thinks, she's going to lose her mind before the song comes to an end.
I'm gon' take care of your body,
I'll be gentle, don't you scream
It's getting hotter, make it softer,
Feel your chest on top of me.
Olivia jumped a few inches off the piano when she felt warm syrupy liquid pouring on her core, all the while Fitz continues to sing and play flawlessly with one hands.
I'm gon' ride, I'm gon' ride
I'm gon' ride, I'm, I'm gon' ride on you baby
On you lady, all night, all night!
I'm gon' make you feel that loving,
Getting weak all in your knees.
Kiss your body from the tip-top,
All the way down to your feet!
At the end of the chorus, Fitz finds himself with his mouth latched onto her honey drenched sex – with a strawberry between his lips, pressed against her engorged bundle of nerves. He mumbles the remaining lyrics of the song.
Oh, oh, oh, and we can go slow, slow,
Yeah we can go slow, oh, oh, oh
Lay on your back, you like it right there
Don't have to say it twice
Love, there's nothing here to fear
Taking it back, back to where it's clear
Rolling on and on, sounds of love are in the air!
Olivia vaguely hears the piano stop strumming, her body was on sensory overload. If he touched her fingers she believed that it would make her cum.
Fitz rose slowly from his seat, strawberry still between his lips and pressed against her heat. He took a hold of the same strawberry in one handm and crushed it together, squeezing the juices on her lower lips.
He lowers his head to lap up her essence, her legs finding rest on his bare wide shoulders. At first he took his time going slow, savoring her taste but it wasn't enough. Her scent and taste heightens his arousal. Her loud screams only fueled his desire to take it up a notch.
Fitz's tongue swirls around her bundle of nerves, over and over, in a way that would be her outdoing. She couldn't think, she literally couldn't think, as all of her energy and thoughts were focus on what he was doing to her body. She couldn't grab on to anything because her hands were restrained. All she had was her legs on his shoulders. Whenever he would plunge his tongue inside of her, she would try to squeeze his neck to assuage the intense feelings. That did nothing for her, as he would hold them apart – leaving her expose, and at complete mercy to his relentlessly skillful tongue.
She was one second away from crawling out of her skin, by the pleasure she was receiving. It was purely undiluted euphoria.
Then he did that thing with his tongue which only he could do, and she was pushed over the cliff, into oblivion. Olivia screamed loudly unaware of her surroundings and thankful, that the kids weren't at home, so her moans went unbridled in to the air.
Fitz moaned in contentment when a fresh wave of arousal hits his lips. She was writing and panting underneath his mouth but he wouldn't let up. He continued the same torturous process a second time, sans honey and strawberry. She was sweet enough for him to eat.
Her toes curled upwards from the third earth-shattering orgasm that she'd received for the night. Her body was spent, but she knew that the night was far from over.
"Babe" she pants out, when she came down from the last orgasm. She was soaked in sweat, her inner thighs sticky from a mixture of her essence, honey and strawberry.
Fitz doesn't answer but instead reaches for her face to kiss her. His tongue darts in to her mouth and she moans when her arousal was found on her tongue. His kisses was deep and erotic.
She moans deeply, as his hands grips the back of her head tightly, as their tongues dance with each other.
From the outside if anyone was close enough or high enough to see, they would see a woman's naked body sitting on top of a piano with her legs wrapped around a man as he stood on his two feet.
With her now free hands, Olivia started tugging on his boxer briefs as their heated kiss continued.
Aiding her in her futile attempts, Fitz pushes down his undergarment in one smooth stroke, freeing his erection.
He brings her body to the edge of the piano and pulls away from her.
"Open your legs" he commanded, and her legs fell open for him.
Fitz grabbed a hold of his shaft and began to stroke himself. Olivia licked her lips at the fully erect and beautiful penis. He was above average length and width. The veins were visible along the impressive length. She wanted to suck on it but knowing him, he wouldn't let her at this time. So she waited with her legs wide open, as he watched her with gray blue stormy eyes. She thinks, that tomorrow the top of this piano would be one sticky messy.
"Now I'm going to fuck you" he startled her from her thoughts, when he went to work.
And boy, didn't He. Fitz entered her slick heat in one smooth stroke, filling her all the way up. He give her a brief two seconds to collect her bearings before he slammed in and out of her.
His hands wraps around her neck as he continued to assault her body. The pleasure of his somewhat tight grip around her neck, and the pressure of his cock ramming in and out of her heat, was a heady combination. She took it all in strides. Allowing him to command and overpower her body. Whatever he wanted and needed, she give to him in that moment.
It wasn't long before he had her screaming his name from the the top of her lungs. He grunted his release, as his hot seed shoots inside of her.
They both laid on top of the baby grand piano, both tired and spent.
They were now sitting by the kitchen island after retreating to the downstairs bathroom for a shower and another round of incredible lovemaking. They were immensely famished.
Fitz took in his wife's post-coital glow as she sits on the barstool, wrap in a fluffy navy blue bathrobe that matches his.
"Livvie, what in the world are you eating?" He asked, trying to muffle his disgust as he watch her prepare a late night snack.
"What?" She asked, raising an eyebrow at him like he was crazy. "Haven't you ever eaten peanut butter and cheese?"
"That's the most disgusting combination I've ever heard about" he replied, laughingly.
"Don't make fun of me. That's what peanut wants to eat" she pouts at him.
"Oh let's blame it on peanut, says the woman who eats jalapeños from the jar like it's going out of style."
Olivia rolled her eyes playfully at him. "You just don't have good taste buds" she retorted.
"I believe my taste buds are sane unlike yours" he continued.
"Don't make me hurt you, Grant" she warns with the butter knife held in the air pointed at him.
Fitz puts both hands up in surrender.
"Good" she tells him with a smirk, clearly satisfied that she'd won this round.
Olivia indulge in her peanut butter and cheese sandwich while Fitz ate a safer, peanut butter and jelly version.
"Babe, look your song Ride is trending" Olivia announced, after she'd picked up her phone and accessed Twitter.
"Yea?" Fitz peaked onto the screen of her phone.
"at kikinickmc says, III Legend knows how to write a good f*** song" Olivia giggles once she'd finish reading the tweet to him.
"I must agree with her. How did you come up with a song like that, Honey?"
"You" Fitz answered simply, staring into her eyes.
"Me?" Olivia asked, both surprised and blushing.
"Yes you. You're my little freak and that helps me write songs that other men could use, to bring out their women's inner freaks."
Olivia chuckled at his answer. "You surely bring out the freak in me. I love you baby" she kissed the side of his face closest to hers.
"I love you more" he plants a soft kiss on her lips. "Let's get some sleep, it's already four in the morning."
She agreed with a quick nod of her head. Once they were finish eating, they got up and went to bed, leaving clothes strewn all over the piano area and dirty dishes in the sink.
Later that morning, Olivia was woken up by the insistent urge to vomit. Despite being over the toilet for a good five minutes her mood were considerably good. She stood in the en suite bathroom with the door closed as to not wake Fitz, by her retching sounds.
She was humming to the song he'd sang her last night. She couldn't believe the words of that song, and the way that it'd made her feel. The mere memory of it, is making her aroused. After brushing her teeth, she returned to their bedroom, only to see the bed sheet that was covering Fitz now resting on the floor.
He was stark naked, his morning wood nestled against his thigh. She give a mental thank you to the sheets for making her work easier. Well, thanks to her husband too, who sometimes love to sleep commando.
Olivia shimmies out of the nightgown she'd slipped on earlier that morning.
She climbs up the foot of the bed, with her hands and knees on either side of his body. Once she'd reached her target, she slowly lowers her lower body to his thighs, straddling him.
She gently grabs his shaft between both hands. She hears a loud moan escaped his lips, while comatose.
Olivia smiled at the sight, of her making his body aroused, whether he was awake or not. His penis quickly becoming hard in her hands with her rhythmical hand movement.
"Livv…ahh" Fitz moans, as his eyes slowly opens, regaining consciousness.
She doesn't answer him but instead bring her mouth to the tip of his erection. She watches him as she swirls the tip with her tongue, she could see him having a hard time reigning in control.
With her eyes still on him, she opens her mouth and takes him in, as far as she could possibly go.
He lets out a deep guttural moan
She felt empowered and sexy as she drives him near to insanity, via her mouth. Over the years, she has learnt what his likes and dislikes are. She'd learned that when she squeezes his balls while sucking on his cock that it made him explode on the spot. After a few minutes of driving him up the wall crazy, she does her one two combination, and it brought him to climax. She swallowed every drop of his hot seed.
Flopping back on to the bed with a "huff", she started to chuckle beside him.
Fitz pants for oxygen after encountering hurricane Olivia. He could never get fed up of her wicked tongue. He may be her first and only lover, but he can testify to her veteran status when it comes to lovemaking. She was incredibly good, always left him thoroughly sated and Poped. He could honestly say, that, he was fully sexually satisfied at home. But now his wife was laughing and he had no clue as to why.
"What's so funny?" He breathlessly asked.
After her laughter had died down some, she replied, "remember that time, when I give you a blow job when I was pregnant with Iya and I swallowed and we freaked out because we thought that the sperm would affect her" she rushed out, her laughter picking up again.
Fitz joined in with her laughing as he too recall the time when they had no clue what they were doing, being first time parents and all. A time where pregnancy books and Google were their best friends. Time had surely change, they're going on baby number three. They were going to do this a third time, he thinks.
With his free arms, he wraps them around her tightly, bringing her naked body flush against his as they continued to laugh at the memory.
Once their laughing had stopped, Fitz said, "We're going to be ok."
He kisses the top of her hair before continuing, "I knew that you never wanted three babies and I can't lie and tell you that I'm not over the moon with happiness by the news your doctor gave us. I love you so much, Livvie, that seeing you pregnant with a part of me, makes me feel like the most treasured and loved person in the world."
She held on to him tightly and smiled. She knew that she would've done it all over for him. "I know I acted silly over the past two days but you have to understand that I was overwhelmed and it wasn't until you suggested to me that…" she broke off unable to even utter the word abortion.
Shaking her head to clear it from that line of thinking, she continued, "It made things so clear for me. I may not have been thrilled at the prospect of being pregnant again, but you know what? I believe that it's going to be ok. I have the most amazing husband by my side. Honey, you don't even know how incredible you are. You have the most beautiful and selfless heart. You put me and the kids before yourself. Gosh, I love you sooooooo much" she confessed, with tears in her eyes.
His sacrifice and love for his family makes him the only man for her. The two reunited their hearts and aligned their minds to be in one accord.
After they'd put some semblance of order to the house – post last night's rendezvous, they'd decided to go out for brunch, before picking up the kids from Long Island.
On their way there, Fitz talked to Liv about Mama Awa's proposal and she was elated. She immediately said yes and they made plans to talk to her tomorrow evening, when they both got home from work.
Sitting in the passenger side of the S600, Olivia was happy taking in the sight of her husband. He was wearing a long sleeve fitted navy blue sweater that outlined his shapely arms, his face wearing a light scruff and his curls falling widely on top his head. He looked delectable, but that's not saying much when he always does.
"Stop looking at me like that" he warned her, as he peddled the gas.
Olivia rolled her eyes mostly at herself, she couldn't believe that she wanted him again.
"Damn stupid hormones" she mumbles.
Fitz chuckles and before he could reply, his phone started to ring. The car Bluetooth system announced, Mom's calling.
"Hi, Mom" Fitz answers the call by clicking on the hands free button on his steering wheel.
"Daddy?" He heard coming over the speaker as a greeting.
"Hey, Son. What's up?" Fitz made conversation while Olivia looked on with a pleasant smile on her face.
"I'm good, Daddy. We just came in from riding Betsey. Iya wait" Fitz could hear his daughter fighting for the phone.
"Put the phone on speaker, Tommy."
With some assistance from his sister he was able to.
"Ok, now we can all talk, no need to fight" he warns them.
"Are you two behaving yourselves for your grandparents?"
"Yes, Daddy" they both sang.
"Great. That's what I want to hear. So tell me how your ride on Betsey was?"
Iya spoke first, "it was good. Grandpa rode with me and the horse went super speed. It was fun. We should get one" she ended whimsically.
"And I got to hold the reigns" Tommy said.
Olivia listens as the three most, (well besides the other one nestled inside of her womb) talk. She was enjoying the easy bantering and the occasional warning their father had to issue to break up their bickering.
"Did mommy puke again daddy? Is she really ok?" her thoughts were broken when she heard the worry tone of her son.
"Hey baby, Mommy is ok. I'm right here" she interjects. "I'm here listening to you, your sister and dad talk."
"Mommy!" They both exclaimed cheerfully. They weren't aware that she was next to their father.
"Hey guys, I miss you" she said with a smile on her face.
"How can you miss us? We've only been gone for a few hours" Iya stated.
"I don't care if you were gone for a minute, I would still miss you" she reiterated to them.
"Well in that case I miss you too." Iya graciously said.
"I'm glad I was missed. How did you sleep last night, Tom Tom?"
"Good. Grandma read to me and I went straight to sleep" he answered his mother. Occasionally, he would be scared to sleep when he's away from home, but she was glad that this time he had an easy time.
"That's good, Baby. Daddy and I, will come get you guys this afternoon. Be good to your grandparents and listen to what they tell you to do."
"Yes, Mommy" they chorus.
"Good. Where's your, Nana?" she asked.
"She's right in the other room" Iya says, and Olivia listens as Tommy yells for her.
After a few seconds they heard, "Hello" from the older woman.
"Good morning, Jan. How's everything?"
"Hey, Liv we're good. I was preparing some cut up fruits for these two and Christian who's on his way."
"Oh. All of your grands will be visiting you today, that's nice" Olivia said with a smile.
"That's all an old woman like me could live for. I enjoy having them altogether"
"Jan, you're the furthest thing from old."
"Hi, Mom" Fitz interjected, with the tone of a lonely son being left out.
"Hi, Fitzy, congrats on the new album."
"Thanks, Mom" Olivia watched as he beamed at her through the phone.
"You'll have to get me a copy" she tells him and Olivia's eyes grew wide in apprehension.
She watches Fitz's face, only to see him wearing the same expression as hers. There is no way in hell, she would let him give his mother a CD, with the song he'd sang last night on it. He probably would have to come up with a clean and holier than thou version, just for her.
"I'll see about that, Mom. I'm not even sure it's your taste" he offered, as a way to sway her from wanting to listen to it.
"Nonsense, Fitzgerald! I want to hear what classical piece you came up with this time. I could buy it you know" she threatens.
Olivia stifles her giggle, as she watches him walk right in to a deathly trap. He looked like a twelve year old boy, who was caught with the JcPenney bra catalog by his mother.
"I'll get one for you, Mom" he acquiesces.
"That's what I want to hear. Liv, I'll see you soon honey. Bye, honey. Love you two."
"Love you too, Mom" Fitz replies before ending the call.
"How am I going to get out of that one? She can't hear that CD, Liv. That's not the only song about sex on there" he spoke in horror.
Liv bursts into laughter at his panic stricken face. A grown man, with almost three kids, at almost forty years of age, who's still a little boy when it comes to his mother.
"It will be funny when Janet tells you, where you could ride" she teases him.
"Not funny!" He tried to chastise her, but failed miserably to do so, as laughter peals out of his mouth.
The two enjoyed their hearty laughing, of a bad boy being caught by his mother.
They were seated in a secluded corner of one of Manhattan's famous upscale brunch spots, enjoying the delectable crepes filled with sun-dried tomatoes, spinach, mushrooms and spicy sautéed sausages. Fitz's meal included eggs which Olivia declined with a quickness.
They enjoyed effortless conversation with each other. They talked about the baby and how they both want the sex to be a surprise at the delivery. They talked some more about Mama Awa's new duties and also if she might want to live in, which would totally be up to her. They had the space to afford her one of the bedrooms.
They laughed and giggled, enjoying this time alone with each other. It felt as though they'd grown closer over the space of a few hours. They felt happy and carefree, something that a good night and morning loving would do for you.
They were unaware of the surrounding world, until their bubble was broken by someone calling Olivia's name. Olivia looked around to see Samantha approaching them, looking savvy in gray slim fitted jeans and a purple sweater top.
"Hey you two" she greeted, once standing in front of their small table.
Olivia got up to hug her. "Hey, what are you doing here?"
Fitz also got up to give her a hug.
"My boyfriend and I came out to brunch" Olivia raised her eyebrows at the mention of the B word. When had it gotten so serious?
"Well it's a good thing we came here, at least now I'll get to see the man that has stolen your attention" Olivia teased.
"He should be back. He was going to the gent's room. By the way Fitz!" She exclaimed once her attention was on him. "Your new album is FIYAH! Liv what do you be doing to this man? I got it last night when it dropped and my goodness, its muy calor!"
Fitz laughed heartily, he always enjoyed Samantha's easygoing humor.
"Me? He's the one who wrote it" Olivia defended herself.
"But he had to have inspiration from somewhere. Right, Fitz?" Samantha concluded with a laugh.
Olivia rolled her eyes at the both of them, as they childishly high five each other.
They were all in good spirits until they heard the clearing of a throat.
"Hey, Baby" Samantha turned around to greet her boyfriend.
"Guys this is my boyfriend…"
Olivia gasped when she came face to face with the man that was now occupying her friend's time, body and feelings. She hadn't seen his face in years. Then like a bullet to her chest, the note that was sent to her, came piercing through her brain.
I just want to know if you're always thinking of me like I think of you. It can be just like old times.
It cannot be…can it?
A/N: And I'll leave you there. The person may or may not be the person who sends Liv the flowers. This chapter was mostly fluff for Liv and Fitz. Everyone kept writing PianoGate, so I tried my own version of it. Hope y'all enjoy it, you know how I get embarrassed when writing smut. Lol
So I usually, only use John Legend songs for III Legend but that song Ride by SOMO is FIYAH! I mean it got you feeling some kinda way. Oops.
Liv is surely acclimating to baby number 3 and like I said, she'll be fine. Like Dispatcher652 said "life threw her a curve ball" in which LoreneMichelle41 said, "However damn at a certain point you gotta strap on the big gurl panties and make shyt happen." Liv's big gurl panties are on. Ok? Lol
Thank you guys for all of the lovely reviews, everyone had a wide variety of things to say and I enjoyed reading every one of it. Shout-out to my new readers and followers. Welcome aboard!
Until next time, Readers! XOXO
Update: I just read a guest review that said, "you don't need a pillow and blanket to f**k on a piano" the comment made me confused. I even went back to my story to see where I suggested that but I didn't. So I took it a step further and went to Google the comment, to see if it's a line in a song or something. What showed up, I wasn't prepared for. It's no secret that I don't watch Scandal anymore, so I wasn't aware of the scene in it's full context other than the little tidbits I get from tumblr or when I read fanfic. Now I fully understand the Guest reviewer's comment and it made me LOL. Jake is so effing lame. Bless canon Olivia and her choices. Meh. Thought I would share my mid morning laugh with you! Lol