It was the day of the Wright's wedding, everyone spent the night over at the older Grants' Long Island residence; this way it was easier to get to the venue. Being that it was December, the wedding was being kept indoors at the Cresthollow Country Club.
Fitz was shaving his face in one of the luxurious dressing rooms, when he sees his little man coming up to him.
"Dad, can I have some too?" Tommy saw the shaving cream lathered up on his father's face and wanted in on it.
"You don't need it and besides, if I get your clothes messy your mother will kill me," Fitz glides the razor in one smooth stroke as he talks to him.
A tuxedo dressed Tommy didn't like that his request was denied.
Seeing his frowning face in the mirror, Fitz puts down his razor and picks up his Tom Ford aftershave balm.
"C'mere," he beckons.
Tommy immediately went to his father, who then picks him up and places him to sit on the countertop.
Unscrewing the top of the bottle, he places a dab of the lotion in his hands before rubbing it onto Tommy's cheeks and chin.
Tommy smiled widely, revealing his newly missing front tooth. It had fallen out the night before, when he accidentally ran into his sister; it was no surprised as it was expected to fall out at any given time.
"When you get older and start growing facial hair, you'll have to shave just like this."
Tommy looked on in fascination as his father demonstrates how to shave.
Olivia, Iya and Janet were in the bridal dressing room getting ready along with the bride. They were in a frenzy because Olivia's already adjusted dressed seemed to have grown tight. From last week to now, the dress had somewhat gotten snugger, even the little room they'd left wasn't working.
"Suck it in, Olivia," Raye told her as she tries to pull up the zip.
"Suck what in, Raye? I can't suck anything in," Olivia's voice filled with exasperation.
"Ok, both of you calm down," Janet interrupts coolly, watching the two women, instead of allowing the stylist to do her job, Raye jumped in.
Olivia felt like her boobs were about to slip out at any time from the top of her empire-waist off the shoulder dress. Overall the dress fits but there's way too much cleavage for her liking; and she's sure that it will be too much for Fitz.
"Oh my gosh, look at me," Olivia cries into the open mirror. "I look huge. My breasts are everywhere."
"Olivia darling, it's not everywhere. You look beautiful," Janet reassures her over exaggerated daughter-in-law.
She simply pouts at her mother-in-law but quickly sobers up; she didn't want to put a damper onto her sister-in-law's day.
"I guess, but if I pass out, know that it's your fault," she jests with a pointing finger and they all laughed.
The hired hair and makeup people did the final touches to them before they were ready to go.
Olivia leaves the room first, leaving the others because Iya was complaining that she was hungry, together the two walked towards the communal area where some light foods were set up for the wedding attendees. On their arrival there, they met up with Tommy and Fitz who were snacking on a cheese platter.
Olivia saw the moment when Fitz took in her vast amount of cleavage, his eyebrows shot up to the sky. She didn't know whether it was best to laugh or cry; she felt more so the latter.
"Hey! Get your own!" Tommy yells when Iya snatches one of his cheese from off his plate.
Iya rolls her eyes at him before grabbing a plate of her own.
"Be careful not to mess up your dress," her mother warns; not feeling confident in the girl's ability to keep her wedding clothes clean, Olivia grabs two large white cloth napkins and ties it in front of her, covering most of the dress.
Replicating her daughter, Olivia grabs a piece of cheese from her husband's plate.
"Hey! Get your own," he tells her with faux sternness. Over the years he'd gotten used to his wife's annoying habit of eating off his plate.
She also rolls her eyes at him; Fitz thought, no wonder Iya has so much of attitude.
The four of them sat at a small round table, eating the snacks that they'd gathered. With the wedding starting in thirty minutes, they had enough time to sit down and chitchat.
Tommy led the conversation as he shared with them his live tutorial on how to shave. He even had his mother smell his face for the aftershave which she gleefully did.
All the while, Olivia felt predatory eyes on her chest area.
Smirking, she looks up to her husband and asks, "Can I help you?"
Fitz failed to divert his attention before getting caught.
Grinning, he answered, "nothing."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm sure… at least for now... Not so much for later on."
They both laughed at his double entendre while their kids gives them weird looks.
Ten minutes later they all retired to the dressing room, to brush their cheese breaths before heading towards the decked out canopy where the ceremony was being kept.
The crowd erupts in cheers when the officiant pronounced them, "Mr. and Mrs. Harrison Wright."
Olivia watches as Chris' paternal grandmother hugs him tightly to her bosom with tears in her eyes as she watches her first born and only son tie the knot. In attendance was also his little sister, Arielle, his grandparents, a few cousins, aunts, uncles and friends. In all, they were close to fifty witnesses.
Harrison's best friend, Fitz and Tommy all dressed in matching tuxedos, stood on the groom's side while Olivia, Arielle and Iya stood on the bride's side.
When the ceremony had ended, the family all gathered around and took standardized wedding photographs.
The reception was in full swing, the first dance was completed and Big Jerry was given the privilege to dance with his daughter. The atmosphere exploded with glee and happiness as the couple basks in their redeeming love. From time to time Chris would be in either of his parents' arms but most of the time, he was found playing with his cousins.
To everyone's surprise, Fitz sat at the piano in the corner of the room and dedicated one of his songs to his sister and husband.
We're just ordinary people
We don't know which way to go
Cuz we're ordinary people
Maybe we should take it slow (Take it slow oh oh ohh)
This time we'll take it slow (Take it slow oh oh ohh)
This time we'll take it slow
As his fingers glides skillfully across the keys of the piano, he brings the song to an end.
"To Harrison and Raye, may your love forever be enough, in good times and bad."
The crowd claps enthusiastically; Fitz got up and took a bow before going in search of his wife.
He found her sitting at a deserted round table by herself.
"Why is the most beautiful woman in the room by herself?"
Olivia smiles up at him as he swaggers over to her; she brings the glass of peach and apple cider to her lips in a long sip.
"I guess the most beautiful woman doesn't feel quite up to all of this?" She gestures with her hands.
Fitz quickly began to worry, takes a seat beside her. "What's wrong, honey? Are you feeling ok? Is it the baby?" His voice filled with so much of concern.
She shrugs her shoulder, "I'm fine, just tired and horny." She adds the last part in a hush tone.
Fitz clearly taken aback by her admittance, looks at her with wide eyes.
Seeing his surprised expression, she covers her eyes with a groan, "I know I'm horrible right. In the middle of a wedding, I'm just hormonal." She was embarrassed that her libido had decided to kick in overdrive at that time. She'd spent the past fifteen minutes trying to get it under control as she sat and sipped on her cider, isolated.
With a mischievous smirk on his face, he suggests, "maybe we can slip away and take care of that."
Olivia opens her eyes widely. Is he seriously suggesting that right now? She thought.
"Fitz..." She nervously chuckles.
"I'm serious, let's go." He was already standing on his feet, beckoning her to join him.
Olivia looks around the room and everyone looked occupied; they wouldn't notice them if they slipped out the room, so she thought.
Hesitantly getting up, she gives Fitz her hands before allowing him to lead her away from the reception room and into the dressing room he'd previously occupied. Surprisingly, they did so undetected.
Both knowing that it was a quickie didn't waste time starting their rendezvous. Fitz hoists Olivia onto the same countertop that Tommy had previously occupied. He settled his self between her legs as their tongues dueled for dominance. Olivia's pants and gasps were faintly audible as he kissed her thoroughly while rubbing his palms up and down her thighs.
Fitz pulls back from her mouth and kisses the swell of her breasts before nuzzling them. "I've been waiting to do this all night." He mutters against it.
And just like Olivia had earlier anticipated, one of her boobs easily slips out the top of her dress from his manhandling.
His skillful mouth had no hesitancy when it attached to the exposed nipple. His warm, wet mouth brought a rush of arousal straight to her core, causing the river to overflow, creating a stream of wetness in her underwear.
"Oh god, baby...Fitz... I need you..." She mumbles when he pulled out her other sensitive mound and began to massage it sensually.
Her hands already reaching for his belt, skillfully undoing it before reaching for his pants button then zipper.
"Fuck," he groans when he felt her impatient hands roughly grabs his member from out of his pants.
"We don't have a lot of time," she strokes him to further prepare him for entry.
His precum seeps out of the head of his penis, making her lick her lips hungrily.
Fitz' palms laid flat on the surface on either side of her hips as he watched her stroke his rigid length.
The two were a sight to behold, Olivia with her heavy breasts falling over the top of her dress, with said dressed hiked around her waist; while Fitz' pants was around his ankle and boxer brief by his knees.
Preparing her for entry, Fitz opens her legs wider and pulls her thong to the side.
Collecting his shaft from her, he lines his penis with her dripping core, coating himself in her essence.
"Ready baby?" He asked, teasing her entrance way.
Olivia nods 'yes' too caught up to talk.
Fitz didn't had to ask her to watch their body becoming one because her eyes were already there. She watches as he disappears in her, inch by inch; eventually the sensation was too intense for her to keep her eyes open.
Her legs tightens around his butt and she draws him closer, she could feel him deep, touching everywhere. "Move, Fitz," she begs, unable to have his growing erection fill her up anymore.
Fitz started to move in a slow tantalizing pace. "Faster," she commands.
Fitz immediately started giving it to her faster, his hips swivel and turns with each thrust, making sure his tip hits her sweet spot.
Once she starts feeling the intense pleasure, her walls began clamping around him.
"Fuck, Liv. You're gonna make me cum," Fitz groans through one particular thrust, through her tight opening.
Headiness took over her senses as his strokes became longer, faster, deeper.
"Touch your breasts," his sex infused voice ordered.
Bringing both hands to her erect nipples, she pinches them between her thumbs and index fingers, moaning all the higher.
Fitz finds himself twitching at the erotic sight before him; he needed to bring her to a climax fast before he explodes.
His left thumb finds its home on her engorged clit, he applies just the right amount of pressure to it that he knows would get her squirming and writhing.
Olivia babbled incoherently from the overwhelming, intense feelings that was coursing through her body. Her hands squeezes onto her breasts tighter as Fitz already fast pace became faster.
"Ahhh...shit...fuck...Fitz..." Before she was able to say she's coming, her orgasm hits her; it was so intense that it made her mute, a silent scream escapes her as waves and waves of orgasmic bliss courses through her body.
Her vise like grip around his cock, caused Fitz to let go an empty himself in her, his strokes jerky as he empties his seed.
The combination of their fluids seeped out of their bodies and created a mess on top the granite counter; neither one cared in that moment.
With his head rested in the crook of her neck, Fitz took deep breaths in efforts to regulate his breathing.
Still joined together, they revel in the moment, that was, until Olivia spoke.
"I guess we can cross that off our bucket list, sex in a public restroom," she jests.
Fitz gives her a sheepish smile.
"You've done this before?" She feigns hurt.
He reluctantly nods 'yes' and she rolls her eyes at him.
"But with you it's a whole lot different. I don't even remember the other times," he laughs to assuage her hurt feelings.
Olivia raises both eyebrows at his mention of other times. The last thing she needed to know, was her husband and his public sex adventures with other women.
"Too much?" He removes his softening member in the process of asking.
"You bet ya ass it is."
"I still stand by my previous statement. Baby, you're the best."
He kisses her on the lips and she reciprocates.
"You too. Thank you for this." She gestures in between them.
He smiles, "it was my pleasure."
Together the two got cleaned up as best as they could before returning to the party.
When they'd gotten back to the reception, luckily the kids were occupied with their grandparents to notice that they were missing; and Raye and Harrison too much in love to care.
Fitz took his wife on the dance floor just in time to catch Peabo Bryson and Roberta Flack, Tonight I Celebrate My Love. Olivia reveled in the arms of the man that she truly loves as he moved her around the dance floor.
It was around ten when they finally got back to the Grants' residence. After sending off Harrison and Raye, the gang decided it was time to retire. Everyone except Christian returned to the house, he was going to spend the week with his other grandmother while his parents are in St. Thomas honeymooning. The honeymoon package was a wedding present from Olivia and Fitz; they were pleased that both expressed liking it.
Fitz assisted Olivia in getting their sugar overdosed, hyperactive kids to bed, but by the time they were finished showering, they were simply cranky and ready to sleep. Slipping on their night clothes, they covered them up in the full size bed that they shared for the night. Kisses on their foreheads were given by both parents before lights were out.
Once they'd seen their kids to bed, the two made their way into the self-contained room next door, where they took turns showering.
Olivia was exhausted; after she'd brushed her teeth, she plopped down on the bed, barely summoning enough strength to tie the silk scarf over her perm rod curls that the hair dresser did to her ever growing hair.
"Baby, can you get me some iced water?" She begged her husband who was just about to follow in her steps.
"Sure," he re-routes his steps from heading towards the queen size bed to the bedroom door.
Fitz quietly descended the stairs, not trying to wake up his parents.
He makes his way to the kitchen where he draws some water for his wife and adds two cubes of ices that he knows would please her tremendously.
Walking through the hall, he passes his father's study but quickly stops when he hears talking. Wondering what his father was doing up so late, he readily dismissed his curiosity, assuming that he was probably talking to one of his buddies. He was about to recommence walking but his father's words kept him rooted outside of the slightly ajar door.
"Can I meet you? Please... I'm begging... Of course she doesn't know what's going on and I'll like to keep it that way... This is my business...no, no... I can't involve my son...I got myself into this mess... I'm begging you I'm willing to do anything if we can just sit down and talk... There's no need to get nasty... We can meet at the Ritz on Monday... Lunch time is fine with me..."
Was he cheating on my mother? Fitz didn't know what to do. Should he walk up in there and confront him or walk away? Movements from the other side of the door startles him and Fitz immediately took to the stairs.
He hadn't realized that he was standing there for so long until he looked down and saw that both of the ice cubes had melted.
Luckily for him, he didn't had to form an excuse for his tardiness as Olivia was already asleep. He places the glass on the nightstand on her side before returning to his side, and slipping in the bed.
Fitz' mind ran wildly thinking up all of the possible reasons as to why his father would say things like that on the phone. The only conclusion he could come up with was, his father was cheating on his mother. So many years down the drain, Fitz felt sick to his stomach. He prayed that he'd misinterpreted the phone call.
A/N: I know I'm leaving it here and I'll be sure to update soon. I'm sorry I neglected my baby for my other baby Fighting Hearts but don't worry, I'll never to do so for too long.
Give it up to all the fanfic writers who writes more than one story at a time. It is so hard, bless y'all! I feel like I'm in more than one relationships and it can be overwhelming. Somebody gets neglected. Lol.
Anyways, thought on this chapter, I didn't go too much into the wedding because I didn't think anyone would be too interested in it. Just know they had a beautiful wedding.
Hiding in the corner while you read the smut, I swear it's my fingers and not me; they have a mind of their own. Lol. Finally, what's going on with Big Jerry?
PS: Sorry for the short chapter, I will make it up to you.
Thanks for the wonderful reviews,
Xoxo