AN: Yea… I know, I'm supposed to be on hiatus but this idea come to mind. Expect loads of fluff and smut. Enjoy! :) Oh, yay… to over a 100 favorites! Thank you guys. You're all so awesome. I appreciate each and every one of you!
"What's this?" Olivia asked her husband who had handed her a sleek black box with the name TOM FORD in small silver lettering on the cover while grinning like a Cheshire cat.
"Open it," he challenged.
Through squinted eyes she regarded him and obliged his request. She opened the small six by six box and gasped when her eyes landed on its contents.
"Fitz!" She exclaimed in surprise, mouth hanging open. "Seriously, what's this?" With an index finger Olivia picked up the skimpy bikini. She was being generous calling it skimpy seeing that there was hardly any fabric to it.
Fitz chuckled heartily at her aghast expression. He knew she would've reacted that way when he saw it, but still went ahead with the purchase. After a few seconds of belly hurting laughter he was finally able to reply. "I saw it and thought my wife would look hot in this bikini so I bought it." Which was true, he saw the bikini set at Tom Ford's headquarter when he'd met them earlier last week for a final meeting, before the Smell Better, Feel Better Campaign was released with him as the face of their newest male cologne line. The bikini was actually not released to the public as of yet, but he was able to get first dibs on it.
Olivia rolled her eyes at his cheeky response. Shaking her head she refocused her eyes on the swimsuit in her hand.
"And since we're kids free…" He trailed.
Her eyes moved up to his, giving him a quizzical look, all the while fingering the soft material.
"I think you can wear it for me," he continued cheekily.
"Is that so?" She inquired with an arched eyebrow, sauntering over to him. He was standing a foot away from the oversize master bed, so her journey was short.
"Uh huh." He nodded.
With both hands she held up the swimsuit in front of his face and pouted, "but it'll hardly cover anything."
"That's the plan," he groaned, pulling her into his body, feeling her soft skin underneath his fingertips. Her entire back was outside in the halter-top style maxi dress she wore. Fitz didn't know how he had so much self-control since landing in the Bahamas three hours ago.
Looking into his stormy eyes, she breathed, "Well… thank you, sir."
"You're welcome," Fitz mumbled before catching her lips in a tight lip lock. He kissed her senseless, forcing his tongue inside her mouth. Her body quickly became hot and heavy, causing her to release the swimsuit onto the wooden floor. Her now free fingers made their way into his soft wavy hair and began running through it. She was intoxicated by his simple, passionate kiss and wanted more, so much more. Walking backwards, she blindly led him towards the bed, and once the back of her knees connected with the edge of it she fell onto it with him on top of her.
Their bodies briefly disconnected to properly position themselves on top of the soft mattress before diving right back into the kiss. They hungrily feasted on each other's lips while groping and touching the planes of their bodies. Things escalated to a point of no return.
The quiet seeping of her arousal continued to drip, soaking the seat of her lacy thong. The only piece of undergarment she wore beneath the dress; and by the time it was removed along with the dress, her inner thighs collected her wetness as she watched with bated breath, as her husband stripped from his simple blue T-shirt and white cargo shorts, finally freeing his erect cock.
His weight dipped the mattress as he reclaimed his spot over her. Once again he reclaimed her mouth in a steamy kiss that left them both breathless. He lowered most of his weight onto his elbows while continuing to ravish her with his mouth, and introducing his stiff member to her wet sex. He ran the tip of his member up and down her lower lips, soaking his tip in her essence without applying too much pressure to stimulate her clit. He knew that she was growing impatient by the way her hips began to gyrate harder against him and if he was being honest he was also ready, to sink into the abyss of her sweet pussy. He was rock hard and felt like he would spontaneously combust from the sensational feeling of her sticky wetness on his tip.
Pulling apart from her mouth he looked into her dark eyes, as he grabbed ahold of his penis and lined it up with her center. Inch by delicious inch he sunk into her while staring intently into her unwavering gaze. The minute when all inch of him was imbedded deeply inside of her quim they both let out a strangled moan. This would never get old to him. The way their bodies connected and fitted each other perfectly. Never… He loved that her walls always kept him feeling like he was one second away from coming because of the silky, warm feel of it.
"Baby you gotta move," Olivia breathed, feeling all of him and it was beginning to get too intense for her. He obliged and he began to move. Her moans began escaping her lips in urgent pleas as he rocked her boat smoothly.
A quiet gentle rhythm consumed them in the sweetest of ways as they held onto each other while being united as one.
Minutes, seconds, or hours passed them like this until the fiery burning in their bellies overpowered them and they increased their pace.
In his desperation to bring her to climax, Fitz changed up their position and moved her legs from around his waist to over his shoulders. Now he was impossibly deep.
Olivia started crying and using profanities as the sensation became all too much. She didn't know what to do with her hands as he began pistoling inside of her like a mad man. So she held onto her breasts, fondling them and squeezing them. She could hear the wetness of her center sounding with each thrust he made; it further aroused her.
"My pussy. My pussy. My pussy," Fitz groaned, as he jackhammered into "his pussy". His sole purpose in that moment was to give his wife the outmost of pleasure, which he happened to do while feeling it himself. His cock continued to pulse and grow impossibly hard inside of her, as he felt her walls clamping around him, making it difficult for him to move but he persevered.
This continued for several minutes, unrestrained sounds of raw intense passion sounding through the air as their nerves ends tingled alight in their body.
Olivia was so sensitive that the slightest touch would push her over the cliff. And that is exactly what happened when his deft fingers made contact with her swollen clit and started rubbing on it. Her entire body grew stiff and her vision turned black while her walls began to spasm involuntary around his length, unearthing her fluids onto his dick. The bed sheet underneath them became wet as she squirted.
From the vise like grip around his dick, Fitz continued to pummel in and out of her to prolong her orgasm before joining her in the euphoria, letting out his hot seed inside of her like a fire hydrant's top being uncovered. Their orgasm lasted long and it shook their bodies up, leaving them utterly and completely spent but also very sated. Oh so sated…
They lay tangled together in the soft cotton sheets in their Bahamian home, beginning their three days getaway before their kids would join them to celebrate Christmas along with the other Grants and Pope family. But, for now it was just the two of them on a much-needed trip together, alone. No bodyguards, no children, no one…
After their earlier rendezvous in the day the couple had yet to get out of bed. They were simply content lying naked in each other's arm. The sunlight and ocean sounds were flooding their bedroom through the open double doors that led to a verandah.
Fitz kissed his wife's hair. She was back to her tapered style, opting to recut it instead of allowing it to grow out when she'd returned to work about two months ago. She said that it was much easier to manage when it was that length so he didn't fight her on it, like if he would've won if he did.
"We should call the kids," Olivia mumbled, moving closer into his arms. They had yet to call their children since landing. They were staying at her mom's before joining them in two days.
"Mmmm…." Fitz muffled, moving his hand down her body and settling it between the apex of her thighs, where he began fondling her with his long fingers. He had other things on his mind and calling their little nuggets wasn't one of them.
Seconds of ministrations had Olivia onboard with his line of thinking and just like a few hours ago, they came together after enjoying an afternoon of lazy lovemaking.
Eventually, they removed their bodies from underneath the warm, crumpled sheets and made their way to the bathroom for a quick shower. Olivia made it brief to avoid his advances because knowing her husband; he was even more insatiable than her.
Dressed in only an oversize knitted top and panties she padded her way to the kitchen while Fitz was drying off. They declined staff for their three days vacation, opting to be alone in the expansive six bedrooms and five baths house.
The house stood along the shorelines of the Bahamas real estate Rockwell Island in North Bimini, an embodiment of beachfront living. They were only 48 miles from South Florida. In a first class estate home they were privy to an alluring beachfront living. The exclusive venue was provided along with the uniquely architectural design; it was the sole reason Olivia had fallen in love with it on their first trip there. And her praises hadn't fallen on deaf ears, because two years later her husband had bought it for her as a Christmas gift last year.
The house itself afforded panoramic views of the beach; beautiful scenery can be seen from the house building bounded by clear glass. Overall architecture of the building was a rectangular shape that morphed into a beautiful overlap – a place to relax underneath with room behind the glass panel to provide extreme privacy. It was a great spot for reading. Also, equipped with a swimming pool located in an open area enclosed around wooden floors. The house was perfect, simple perfection. And the interior décor complemented it in the best of ways. Modest, tasteful, and cozy.
Fitz walked out onto the deck, dressed in a pair of black Barbour Neuston cotton shorts and a gray long sleeve Vince cotton thermal. He saw his wife snuggled into one of the comfortable pieces of lounge furniture with a bowl of fruit in her lap. She was radiant as the sunset casted a soft glow onto her brown skin.
Instead of walking to get his own chair he moved to hers and gently pulled her up and took her seat before settling her onto his lap.
Olivia exhaled deeply and snuggled her body into his strong arms, loving the way they felt around her. With her head resting on his shoulder she began feeding him grapes from the fruit bowl on her lap. He accepted her offering each time; sometimes sucking on her fingers long after the fruit had been consumed. They enjoyed the physical closeness, something they didn't get to do too often.
"I feel like I'm in my own version of heaven. Only thing missing is my babies." Olivia confessed in a soft voice, maintaining the serene atmosphere. She did miss her babies, especially when used to traveling with them. It wasn't easy for her to leave the kids, especially Mia who had only turn five months earlier in the week. But as the minutes passed by she was becoming tranquil about it.
"Right… those three little people I forgot about the minute we got on the plane," Fitz joked.
"Hey! You know you miss them as much as me. Your little princesses and mini," Olivia reprimanded.
Fitz kissed her neck and chuckled because he was ousted. "I do, I really do. We made some well mannered and good looking children, mostly thanks to me, though."
Olivia turned around to look at his smug face. "Really Grant?"
"Really Pope?" He jeered.
"Oh…. So I'm a Pope now?" She asked, shaking her head. "The wife is always the outsider. You make the babies but still not consider one of them."
Fitz was full-blown laughing at her temperament. He loved these little quibbles with her.
When his laughter had subsided some, he said, "baby you know that you're the queen of the pack. Forever and always." He kissed her softly on the lips.
Their reverie was broken by the ringing of Fitz' cellphone lodged in his front pocket. Pulling apart a few inches he retrieved the iPhone and look at the caller ID, it was his mother in law, Alexis.
"I guess the little people are anxious to hear from us," he chuckled before accepting the call. He placed the phone on speaker so that Liv can also hear.
"Hello! Dad?"
"Yes, Iya?" He and his wife exchanged smiles.
"Why haven't you called us as yet? It takes less than thirty minutes to fly to the Bahamas and six hours has passed."
Olivia chuckled lightly into Fitz' neck at the tone their daughter was taking with them.
"Mom is that you?"
"Yes honey," Olivia chuckled.
"Why didn't you answer your phone when we called just now?"
Oh… they were in for a full disciplinary now.
"I left it in the room sweetheart," Olivia said, trying to hold in her fit of laughter.
In the background they heard Tommy saying, "I want to talk to them. Give me the phone. Please…" And Iya returning, "Wait, wait. Just now you'll get your turn." And he quipped, "man Iya…" And she shushed him.
"Sweet Cheeks, put the phone on speaker," Fitz told Iya when they had stopped bickering and she did.
"Mommy can you hear me?" Tommy immediately asked.
"I can," Olivia said simply.
"Iya is being rude to me. She called me stupid," Tommy complained.
"I didn't call you stupid. I said stop behaving stupid." Iya defended.
Olivia and Fitz sighed in unison before tackling the issue.
"The two of you need to behave. Didn't your mother and I talk to you before we left?"
"Yes daddy," they said in unison.
"So cut out the bickering and name-calling. Ok?"
"Yes daddy," they conceded.
Silence fell upon them for a few seconds before Olivia broke it.
"Are you having fun?"
"Uh huh. We went in the pool with Grandma and Papa Rick is outside grilling. He let me turn over a piece of chicken," Tommy announced excitedly.
"Sounds fun," Olivia returned, smiling. They talked with the kids for a few more minutes before Olivia asked to speak to her mother who swore that her grandchildren were behaving like little angels. She was just too happy to have all three of them to herself.
After an hour of talking they finally hung up and moved to the kitchen to start dinner.
"Let's play a game," Olivia said after they cleared away their plates from dinner.
"What do you have in mind?" He licked his lips, looking at her hungrily.
Shaking her head, she laughed, "not that kind of game." She moved towards the kitchen island that held an extra bottle of Shiraz.
"Let's play a game of how well I know my spouse."
Fitz walked over to her with a grin on his face. "Piece of cake. What does the loser have to do?"
"Take a shot of this," she pointed to the 34 oz. wine bottle.
"Psht. We need something stronger than that if we're going to play this game." Fitz challenged, moving over to the liquor cabinet on the far corner of the kitchen bringing out an age bottle of El Dorado rum.
"You're on, Grant," Olivia said with confidence, grabbing two crystal tumblers from the cabinet. She believed that she would win the game. "To the bedroom shall we?"
Fitz nodded and followed her to their room. Once there they sat atop the oversize plush bed, facing each other with the two glasses and bottle of run between them.
"Who's gonna go first?" Olivia asked giddy.
"Ladies first." Fitz gestured with his hands for her to start.
Olivia began cracking her knuckles and rolling her neck as she mentally prepared her question.
"Get on with it," Fitz said impatient.
"Ok, ok, eager to lose I see." She teased and Fitz rolled his eyes at her.
"Just go."
"All right. My first question is, what is my favorite color?"
"Piece of cake. White," He answered smugly.
Olivia made the buzzer sound indicating that he was incorrect.
"What? You love white," Fitz responded, flabbergasted.
"I used to love white. White is not a color for when you have kids. My new favorite color is teal," she clarified. "Drink up," she chuckled, uncorking the rum lid.
"That's BS, Liv! I should get half point for my answer."
"Ok, I'll give you that and half the amount of rum to drink. Deal?"
"Deal," he conceded, collecting the less than quarter tumbler of rum and drank it all in one sitting.
The rum burned his throat and spread a blanket of warmth across his chest albeit it tasted good.
Placing the empty tumbler onto the bed, Fitz began rubbing his hands together. "My turn. What size shoes do I wear?"
Olivia chuckled and boldly declared, "Size 12s."
"Alright, you got that one."
She nodded in agreement and then said, "I'm gonna ask you the same question. What's my shoes size?"
Fitz took a moment to think his answer before replying, "sometimes a size 7 or 7 and a ½ depending on the make."
She made the buzzer sound again, laughing.
"Come on! Seriously? I've bought shoes for you in those sizes and they fit. WTF?"
Olivia continued to laugh, enjoying herself too much. "I used to wear a size 7 but now I'm an 8. My feet grew each time I was pregnant."
"Are you kidding me?" Fitz asked, pouring himself a drink.
"Nope. I can google it if you don't believe me."
He mumbled something incoherent before knocking back the glass.
"You want to play hardball I'll gave you hardball. How much pounds was I born with?" He asked.
Olivia held her belly as she laughed at his question. She couldn't believe he went there.
"I don't know that answer, Fitz," she finally answered when her laughter had subsided.
"Drink up." He gave her the already poured rum.
"You're not playing fair. You're such a sour loser," she told him, taking the glass from him and started sipping the rum.
Fitz gave her a disbelieving look. "Are you seriously sipping it like it's wine?"
She rolled her eyes. "Fitz, give me a break. It's been forever since I had a drink."
He gave her an exaggerated headshake while waiting for her to finish, even tapping on his Jean Richard Rode's watch.
"Finish," she said a minute later, ignoring his impatience. "What is my biggest bathroom pet peeve?"
"Easy. When I leave the seat up."
"Bingo!"
He fist pounded. "About time I win. All right… next question, had I not become a singer what career would I have?"
"Lawyer!" She gave a victory dance with her hands.
"You're good."
"You bet your ass I am. My turn. What was my mobile number when we met?" It was a hard question because she hadn't had that number for years. Shortly after they had started dating, she'd gotten a new number to ward off curious paparazzi that got ahold of it.
Fitz let out a low whistle to trick her into believing he'd forgotten before rattling off the number from the top of his head.
"How did you remember?"
"How could I not? The moment you'd written it on that flyer I had memorized it."
Olivia blushed. He was too smooth, she thought.
They continued playing for an hour, asking questions about favorite foods, movies, actors, etc.; and before either had registered it, the bottle of rum was halfway empty.
"I'm done playing," Olivia said, lying on her back, already feeling the effects of the alcohol. She was tipsy.
"Me too." Fitz was borderline drunk as he'd gotten the most questions wrong.
"I love you…" Olivia blurted, heartfelt, feeling naked and bare to confess her undying love to him.
"I love you too. So… much." Fitz reached for her hand and held onto it. Silence fell upon them as they stared up at the high ceiling, only their rhythmic breathing could be heard.
After a few minutes of silence Olivia asked,"What do you like most that I do in bed?"
Fitz snickered at her random question.
"Come on, humor me. I want to know."
"Everything, but… as crazy as it may sound, I like when you take charge and speak dirty to me."
"Oh yea?"
"Mmmhmmm… it makes me lose my mind to see that pretty little mouth talk so dirty," Fitz rumbled, turning to face her.
Olivia blushed and giggled like a schoolgirl.
"What about me? What do you like best?"
"Your wickedly delicious tongue…" Olivia breathed without any hesitance.
Fitz laughed at the way she said it as though she was recalling the delicious things his tongue could do.
"What about my tongue you like?" He asked, moving his body down to her feet before spreading them apart.
"I like the way your long, adroit tongue circle around my clit with just the right amount of pressure, carefully stimulating it." Her voice was all breathy as she explained what exactly he did to her.
Fitz moaned as he positioned himself between her thighs, inhaling her sweet scent that was already wafting in the air. She smelled as sweet as the last time he'd tasted her. He was even more intoxicated.
Licking his lips he slid her panty to the side exposing her smooth, hairless, fluffy lower lips. At first he gently tickled the outer shell with the tip of his tongue for a few seconds before applying pressure. He spread her legs wider and pulled her panty higher to the side, freeing her quim completely. With the overhead lights turned on to the highest he was able to see her wetness and it turned him on even more. Like a man starved he dove in head first with his tongue outstretched and quickly circled her swollen, pulsing clit.
"Ahhhh fuck!" Olivia cried, slamming her hands onto the bed and grabbing a handful of sheet in return.
Fitz moaned and began licking faster and Olivia's hips frantically began moving against him. Even though he'd just started his assault she could already feel her orgasm building. The sweet sensation that came moments before she shattered into a million pieces was already flowing through her body.
"Just like that baby! Fuck!" Olivia cried louder, as Fitz' tongue swirled around the tip of her extremely sensitive clit, mercilessly teasing it. She felt like she was going crazy from his ruthless mouth fucking. She tried crawling away because she felt like at any minute she was going to pass out from pleasure but he kept her steady with a giant hand on her lower stomach. With one more lick she felt her center began convulsing and that was when she let out a loud scream; her body soon after started thrashing against the bed as her orgasm peaked. She soaked the bed again with her cum, but this time Fitz was lapping up it as quickly as his greedy mouth can.
When he had his fill Olivia felt completely drained and spent but knew that the night was far from over as her husband began trailing wet kisses up her belly and then stopped on her soft lips. It was an all night event.
The next morning they were both dead to the world, their naked limbs tangled together. They slept until ten, uncharacteristically late. Olivia was the first to wake and she in turn woke Fitz with lazy kisses, playing in his light six O' clock shadow. The couple ate a light breakfast together and afterwards decided that they would go swimming in their infinity pool, albeit they hadn't plan on spending much time outside. They were leaving the outdoor activities for when the kids and the rest of their family arrived.
"You go ahead, I'll be there in a few." Olivia told an already swim trunks clad Fitz.
"Ok," Fitz responded before heading out to the pool and cannonballing into the deep side. When he resurfaced to the top he swam the length of the pool once before hanging onto the side to catch his breath. It'd been a while since he went swimming and the fact that he'd exert most of his energy last night didn't help.
Between catching his breath, Fitz almost stop breathing altogether when he looked up and saw his wife wearing the swimsuit he'd gotten her. His mouth literally fell open as he took her in. She looked ravishing in the white bikini set. The very small triangle shaped bottom barely covered her sex, what was he saying? It practically only covered the middle of it and the outer corners of it was visible to his gaze. His dick got harder the closer she got to him. And if the bottom wasn't tantalizing enough the bikini top was scandalous, as the white triangles only covered her nipples, leaving the round mounds of her luscious breasts exposed. Boy wasn't he glad that they were alone… because the minute she got in the water, he had plans on taking her in thee. His eyes were glued onto her body. He loved every square inch of her body; even the parts that changed after childbirth that she found issues with. He loved her, all of her.
"Is this what you wanted?" She asked in a seductive tone, breaking his trance. She was now at the edge of the pool very close to him, looking into his stormy gray eyes.
Fitz gulped audibly when she turned around to show off her exposed ass cheeks in the G-string style bikini. Unable to speak a word Fitz simply nodded his head. With the last remaining mind power he gestured for her to jump into his arms and she wasted no time complying. Slowly she was let down his body until she was standing on her own two feet. In three feet of water it was well over her waist and barely touching the tip of his.
"You're so fucking sexy…" Fitz growled against her ears, causing her to giggle.
Olivia would be lying if she said she didn't feel incredible in the skimpy get up. It wasn't her usual attire, but it did feel incredible to be adorned in something that not only made her feel exceptionally sexy but also enticing to her husband. It was a win-win situation. And it was also an excuse to flaunt her body, months of hard work was finally paying off as she returned to her pre-Mia body.
"Is that so?" She asked salaciously.
"Mmmhmmm. I'll show you how sexy you are."
And he did, taking her right against the side of the pool.
After their pool rendezvous the couple spent the day lazing around until Fitz started a late afternoon lunch, which would also be dinner. As he made his infamous chicken Alfredo Olivia sat at the kitchen island engaging him in conversation since he wouldn't let her help. They talked about work, the kids, and the rest of the family, current topics and anything that came to mind.
When they were finished polishing off their dinner, Fitz implored Olivia for a sunset walk on the beach, in which she obliged. The couple held hands as they walked barefoot on the beige sandy path. They liked that the other homes were several yards away affording them quite a bit of privacy.
Fitz stopped walking when he thought they'd found a great spot to watch the sunset.
"Let's sit here," Fitz urged. He sat first, guided Olivia to sit between his legs and wrapped his arms around her when her body nestled against him.
A comfortable silence overtook them. They were content to be holding onto each other while watching the waves dance against the shoreline; it was hypnotic and tranquilizing. Several minutes pass them like this, blissfully happy and content.
Fitz kissed Olivia's temple and began talking in a low voice.
"I'm not a perfect man but I live each day to love you and treasure you. I never ever want to forget how precious you are to me and take you for granted. I don't know what I would do with out. You're the glue that holds our family together. You're my Superwoman, Livvie. And I need you to know that always. Don't ever doubt your place in my life and my heart. I love you so… much. Words don't even suffice when it comes to expressing my feelings for you."
Olivia tilted back her head further, so that he can kiss her lips. Her heart was full from his expression of his love for her.
"I love you too, baby," she whispered. "This amazing life I have wouldn't have happened if we'd never met and fallen in love. I'm sure of it. I'm sure that you're the only one for me. I'm glad I waited, so glad. I'm happy that I chose you and you chose me. You're my every thing, Fitzgerald. My best friend, lover, confidante, baby daddy, soul mate and everything I need. Till death do us part, mi amor."
"Till death do us," Fitz returned before kissing her lips again.
Silence fell over them once again as they observed the orangish hue the sky took on. It was breathtakingly beautiful and Olivia chastised herself for not walking with her camera or her phone to take a picture of it. But, she and Fitz had agreed to be as unplugged as possible during their mini vacation. They needed this alone time it was long overdue.
"God forbid. But, if I die tomorrow, would you remarry once you've finished grieving?" Olivia asked out of the blue.
"God forbid indeed! What type of question is that?" Fitz asked appalled. He didn't ever want to think about Olivia never being in his life, especially through death. The good Lord would have to take him first because he didn't think he could survive her death be it timely or not.
"It's just a question, Fitz. Death is inevitable." She said lightly.
Fitz squeezed her tighter and let out a long sigh. He knew that death was inevitable but he prayed that it would hold off for as long as possible.
"I don't know, Livvie. I can't answer that question, honestly. Not because I secretly would remarry and don't want to answer your question to save face, but because I don't know how I would function if you died. Like seriously, I would be of no use and probably would only keep going because of our children. I know for a fact that I would be a heartbroken man and no amount of bandages would be able to mend me together." He paused for a few seconds. "So that's my answer. I don't think I'll be able to breathe without you but I would have to for our children because that's what you would want me to do."
Olivia blinked away the tears gathered in her eyes. She would feel the same way if the situation was reversed, but she too prayed to the good Lord to spare their lives for as long as possible.
They changed their conversation to much lighter and happier topics before returning to the house and calling their kids, least a repeat of the previous night reoccurred. The kids were doing great and today they hadn't received any complains from the older two. However, Mia gurgled into the phone when her grandmother placed it next to her ears causing everyone to laugh. The kids expressed their excitement that they would be joining them very soon and that they couldn't wait. Fitz and Olivia weren't sure if they missed them that much or if it was the promise of doing various activities on the island that excited them. Probably a mixture of both, they thought. Because just like them the kids weren't used to being away for an extended period of time. Before hanging up they bid their kids good night with I love you's and see you soon's.
As they settled into an early bed Olivia wrapped one of her legs over Fitz' waist and settled a hand onto his chest, playing with the light dust of hair present. But, Fitz had different plans when his hands ascended between her legs.
"Nah uh." She said, pulling away from him.
"Mmm?" Fitz mumbled confused. Did he read her advances wrong? Leg on his waist, a mere centimeter away from his hardening dick with her fingers playing in his chest hair? He probably did, he thought.
"I'm too sore and I think I'm getting an infection." She confessed; years of being together left them unashamed to disclose certain bodily functions and malfunctions. Before coming to bed she had used the bathroom and had felt the begging sensation of an UTI. Luckily cranberry was something they always carried so she drank a glass full of it.
"Oh… I'm sorry. Do you need me to get anything?"
"Nope…" She shook her head. "I'll be fine. But, know that I'm not having sex in the pool again. I forgot this happened to me the last time we did. As a matter of fact I shouldn't be having sex with you at all, Mr. I'm looking into getting a vasectomy."
Fitz chuckled lightly and hugged her tighter in his arms and said, "I am looking into it, I promise."
"Mmmhmmm, whatever…" Olivia mumbled, settling herself into his arms, getting ready to sleep.
The following day went by uneventful, filled with much rest, lounging, reading, talking and eating. And before they knew it their time alone together had ended when the doorbell rung late that Friday morning. Fitz and Olivia had already gotten up, showered and straightened the house so they were fully prepared for their arrival. The minute they opened the front door it was an onslaught of shouting and loud greeting. The chaos had officially started. With approximately two days to ready the house for Christmas they were in for a wild ride. They'd decided that they would do it themselves and had shipped over all the stuff they would need from the States. Luckily, it was quite a lot of them so they had plenty of helping hands.
Fitz and Olivia hugged their older kids furiously before hugging the rest of their family. Alexis passed on Amia to her mother who giddily laughed at the familiar face. She was such a bright child already.
"Mom, Dad, how was the flight?" Fitz asked, leading them to their bedroom. This would be their first time at the vacation home.
"It was good, son," Big Jerry answered. "Flying private is the way to go."
Fitz laughed at his comment.
"You and Liv had a good time?" Janet asked, looking at her son curiously.
Fitz grinned and answered, "the best." He showed them to their room before returning to the living room and lifted his nephew, Christian onto his shoulder who was fiddling with the TV remote control. "Where are your parents?" Fitz asked him.
"Aunty Livia, took mommy and daddy to their room. Uncle Fitz, I'm sharing room with Tommy," he replied, excited.
"Is that so?" Fitz tickled him and he laughed out loud.
"Yes! Uncle Fitz!" he squealed.
"Fitz, put my son down!" A heavy pregnant Raye reprimanded from the doorway.
"Or what?" Fitz countered.
"I'll come over there and kick you're a-s-s."
Fitz lowered him to his feet and moved to his sister and hugged her again, this time very tightly. "Stop being a grumpy pants."
"Oh hush up!"
Fitz chuckled and released his grip on her.
"Harrison, good luck with this one," Fitz told her husband when he entered the room.
Harrison gave him a bemused look and took to his wife's side. "She's not that bad. Some of the times," he joked.
"Mr. Wright be very careful what you say," she said in a warning tone.
Fitz shook his head left the two to go in search of his wife and kids. He found them leaving the room that Rick and Alexis was staying in. He peeked inside to ask if they were ok with the accommodations and they answered yes. With just their three kids and them they moved to the master bedroom.
Tommy took to the bed and began bouncing on it while Iya made her way through the double doors leading to the verandah. Fitz took Mia from his wife's arms and snuggled her squirmy body against his chest.
"I missed you," he said, kissing her cheeks and inhaling her baby scent.
"I miss you too," Tommy shouted mid bouncing.
Olivia gave him a warning look for bouncing on the bed on his knees but she let him slide this time. At least it beats him full-blown jumping on it.
"So what do you guys want to do this afternoon?" Olivia asked when Iya returned from the verandah.
The kids began rattling off various activities that they wanted to do and their parents only intervened when it was something too dangerous or not age appropriate. They were well onto a fantastic Christmas. They had their family, love, health and wealth. They were blessed.
AN: Hope you enjoyed this chapter. If I hadn't stopped I would've continued like the energizer bunny, but all good things must have an end. LOL
This chapter was pretty much fluff for Olitz. They needed some alone time and this was what this was. Fitz has yet to have a vasectomy, smh. Dragging his feet. LOL. BTW, I'm still going to be doing a time jump but not by too much. Probably only two years.
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