So this chapter starts in the evening of the last chapter. And the chapter continues in the same week. Enjoy
It seems like I'm getting bigger but when I look in the mirror all I see is a tiny pudge that pokes over my pants now. Although I'm probably lighter than yesterday considering I skipped lunch after Abby's visit this morning. I haven't been able to keep anything down since. I'll try to at least eat something tonight if it doesn't make me sick. Earlier I tried to convince myself that she didn't know what she was saying or that she was talking out of emotions. But this is an age-old tale of me being everything for everyone but at the end of the day, I walk alone. Even when I stretch myself beyond measure to assist them. Plenty of times where I could have or should have turned a cold shoulder to them or judged them but I didn't and instead of "thank you" I get the cold shoulder and judgy eyes. I am proud of myself for today because I didn't hesitate to choose myself and my feelings.
I've been sitting inside my car in the garage for thirty minutes, trying to summon the energy to go up to my apartment. An audible, undeniable yawn escaped my lips and my eye stung, from being awake all day. Finally, I lug myself out of the car and into the lobby of my building with my coat and purse thrown over my arm. I smother another yawn. Then my phone started ringing. I didn't realize I dropped it in my purse after leaving OPA. However, it doesn't matter now because before I could fish it out the call dropped. An unfamiliar foreign number, I was getting ready to investigate when the phone started ringing and vibrating in my hand.
"Hello?" I say "How are you calling me right now?". . .
After that unexpected call, I headed up to my apartment. At this point praying for fast sleep because I feel like I've been up for days. The elevator opens and outside of the doors are two secret service agents, Tom and Hazel. She's new and that unsettled me because he never sends newbies. It's always Tom and Hal. Tom steps forward, hands clasped in front of him, though he's looking in my direction I can tell he's looking past me. Probably listening to their secret radio, from the wire in his ear. After he's received his orders he addresses me.
"Ma'am he wants to see you," Tom says. She lets him do the talking and she never quite looks at me but even a blank expression tells a story.
"Where?"
"He says it's confidential ma'am?" Tom says, his expression doesn't waver so I know he's telling some truth. Whenever he's lying his eyes turn up to the ceiling and he doesn't look at me at all.
"Well I need a little more than that, what does he want in particular?" I ask, folding my arms across my chest. "I have a business to run."
"He didn't say, ma'am. But he advised us to bring you a pair of proper shoes."
"Camp David?" I challenge and his eyes shoot to the light fixture on the wall.
"I'm just following orders, ma'am."
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The sun is setting by the time we exit the car and start the short walk to the lodge. I haven't been here since his first term and I can't say I left this place with warm fuzzy feelings. Exactly the opposite. But I push that memory to the back of my head and appreciate the stroll. A cooling breeze sweeps across my legs and through the trees the lake current swishes against the dock. Sticks and leaves crunch under the weight of the boots Tom brought me. Tom walks ahead of me and Hazel's in the back of me. I don't like that I can't see her but I'm glad I can see Tom, trekking ahead. The light emanating from the cabin is dimmed to a warm honey glow. Before I can thank Tom and Hazel, they've both disappeared to their guard post.
A feeling that I don't quite have the words for yet, crept up my spine and caused a swirling feeling in my stomach. I knocked twice, taking breaths in between each beat but before I finished the last, the door swung open. Jean clad and in a comfortable-looking sweater, Fitz's face lit up like a Christmas tree. I didn't even step through the threshold good, before his arms wrapped around me. The rarest scent danced in my nose as my body molded into his. It hadn't dawned on me how much I missed and craved the sanctuary of his embrace. Warmth flooded my cheeks and that tingle was back.
"What are you doing here?" I mumble without moving from my haven. "You have an address to give in forty-eight hours."
"I have that taken care of," he says.
"What about your son, how is he?"
"He's gonna be fine. I wouldn't have come otherwise." He pauses, "But I wanted to check on my other baby." His hand falls from my back and he pulls away from me to touch my small bump. I see it. The pride behind his crystal blue eyes, he's on top of the world.
"How are you doing, really?"
"I'm- " I walk around him to sit on the brown leather couch. I can't believe it's still here. "Tired to be honest." I say.
"That's it? Are you hungry, do you have any cravings yet?" He smirks.
"Not really but I haven't been really hungry all day. It's nothing, probably just stress or…"
Fitz settles beside me, tugging me sideways to him. There's so much I want to blurt out right now, but the better part of me is saying that it can wait. I already have one canon that can blow up his administration but it'll be two if he just starts firing his staff out of the blue. I could care less about the promise I made to Cyrus, I never had any intention of keeping it. And telling Fitz what Abby said would be me acting out of emotions. I let out a big sigh. I'm exhausted.
"What is it?"
"I just missed you is all." I don't let him speak whatever words he was about to, I take his face in my hands and I thrust my tongue into his mouth and suck on his bottom lip. A wanting whorls in my belly, I throw my body on top of him pushing his head back against the crest rail of the couch. My hips grind into his burgeoning erection. Warm seasoned hands slides up my thighs until he reaches my ass which he caresses roughly while simultaneously pulling me against his cock. I stand on my knees cause the sensation is getting too titillating to sit still but he pulls me back down. Holding me with one arm around my waist and the other unzipping the back of my dress. The moment his lips connect to my neck I let out a high-pitched squeal, letting my head fall back as he attacked the sensitive flesh.
"Livvie" Mhm there was a sweet tingle that one word brought to my pussy. He stands with my legs hugging his waist and carries me to the bedroom. It's dazzled by candlelight. Fitz lay's me on the bed and goes to work underdressing himself. So I start to shrug out of my dress but he stops me. "Wait, I'm gonna do that." A sexy, dark smirk spread across his face. I licked my lips as he took off his shirt, abs rippling in the gentle light.
"Raise up" He pulls the dress over my head and I lay flat on my back, watching his every move. Dropping to his knees, he goes for my panties dragging the lace down my thighs. I want to pull him up and rush this but I don't. My naughty thoughts are cut short by tickling kisses, my body involuntarily shudders hard.
A soft "Please" escapes my thoughts and verbalizes.
But he continues up my body, kissing and nipping along the journey to my lips. When he arrives his breath blows into my mouth and I reach between us and take hold of his hardened cock, swallowing him with my throbbing pussy.
The ache is satisfied when he's inside of me. My legs naturally lock around his waist, as he sinks deeper into me. My eyes roll back until all I see is pleasant darkness. My body twists and contorts anything to save me from the pleasure he's inflicting with fingers while his cock plays inside me. My hand overlaps his hoping to slow the pace to the strong swirl in my lower belly that is my begging orgasm. But he keeps going until I'm soundless, just the heavy pants and smacking of our bodies meeting over and over until he reaches his height and falls into the pool of bliss with me. I can't say how long I've needed this, how many nights I pretended my fingers were his, or how, when I got myself off I'd call out his name.
His movement doesn't cease until he gets himself there, and when he comes I feel every ounce of his energy flow into me. His cock was firmly planted inside of me, as his body seized with pleasure. I smile softly and he rolls off of me. I turn to him and cup his face, my leg goes over his hip. And I drift.
The tiny, tickling kisses are what woke me, Fitz laying between my legs admiring my growing womb is what kept me awake. He smiled "good morning."
I raise up looking past the curtains. My brow goes up and I plop backward, it's maybe three in the morning by the looks of the sky. "What are you doing up?" I ask. His hands are still wandering around my belly, but slowly moving down, stopping at my hips.
"This is the only time I really get to look at you. You're not suited in your armor, you're just bare for me to admire and fond over. When it's just us." He hums something I vaguely recognize but it's impossible to focus when his fingertips are strumming me, and he's getting lower. His lips fixate on my pelvis, kissing from right to left. And then he continues down until he's breathing over my pussy. My chest rises rapidly, I might explode and he hasn't done anything yet. But it's the chase of it. I wonder how far he will go before making me beg for the rest.
"Fitz?" Coming off the bed with a violent arch, just so I can push my hips further into his mouth. He hums graciously, and I lose it. There's nothing else to focus on but the way his tongue does laps over my clit. The cruel intention of sucking it until I'm begging for mercy. Suddenly my eyes dangerously drift to the bridge of my nose and I know that's when I'm done for. I cum and he drinks me like bottled water in the desert. I can't take anymore but he hasn't learned that yet because just like my legs have failed me so has my voice. All that functions are squealing moans, and usage of my hands, but not even my body knows the end because my hands continue to push his head deeper until all he breathes is me. He pulls for air, and simultaneously plants his fingers inside me, making sure to touch every inch. His wrist flexes with incredible speed as he runs them in and out of me until…
"I'm cumming. Oh god," I cry. I found my voice at least. As if telling me I'm his, he licks up my clit again, sending chills throughout my body like electricity. Thoroughly sated and by the self-satisfied smirk, stretched across his face I know he is too. Fitz wraps his arms around my limp frame pulling me against his chest. My gaze raises to his and he leans down and swallows my mouth in an unbelievable way. Everything else made me weak in the knees but the kiss made me weak in the heart. "I love you" I whisper against his lips.
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The late morning sun, beams through the curtains creating a soft atmosphere over the cabin. Fitz's eyes flutter open just as I reach that sweet spot below his nipple with my tongue. An audible moan escapes his lips and he's wide awake now, smiling. I continue until his erection forms a tent with the sheet we laid under last night. Flipping our position so that I now lay under him, his fingers dance around my clit. Teasing, tempting me to beg for what I already know is coming. Moisture pools between my legs the more he teases me. I thrust my hips forward. Needing a sample of friction to sate my primal desire.
Then suddenly I'm raised off the bed above the clouds for a moment. I thought I could be in heaven but I opened my eyes. And some of the haze wears off, he's gazing into my eyes while controlling the speed of my hips. Then his hands cup my cheeks and he brings our mouths together just as our bodies are. At that moment I realized he is my heaven.
"Fitz" I cry desperately. I can't hold on any longer I moan against his mouth. My body convulses and he holds me still, thrusting until he stiffens too. Our breathing doesn't return to normal for a while but I end up embraced by the warmth of his body and his breath on the back of my neck.
"I love you too," Fitz says.
"What should we do today?"
Basically, an entire day slept and fucked away. We finally woke up in the late afternoon. Thoroughly satisfied I may add. "Can we start with food? It slipped my mind last night and this morning."
Fitz propped his head upon his elbow, reaching out a hand to touch my belly. "Ask for anything."
I sit up covering myself with a loose white sheet. "Okay. So for as long as I could remember I hated pancakes. Something about eating all that sugar in the morning made me queasy, but that's the only craving I've been having." Biting the inside of my lips to keep from laughing at how ridiculous that sounds when I say it out loud. But Fitz just grins at me.
"What?"
"Our baby is running the show now. You eat what they allow you to eat and whenever they want. Which will probably be all of the time. The second trimester is the easiest because the baby is still small, so you won't have trouble sleeping comfortably or-"
"Have you been counting my weeks?" I ask.
"Pretty much started a calendar the day after you told me. Livvie I was serious: I'm in this with you."
"Thank you" His eyebrow shoots up quizzically. I sigh "Well you know what I mean"
Sliding off the bed, not bothering with clothes, he says. "Of course. Now let's get you some pancakes with extra syrup." And holds his hand out for me.
After breakfast for dinner Fitz and I shower together. I would have opted for a bath so I didn't have to stand too long. But we both wanted something quick. My hair products and favorite body wash decorated the corner of the shower. He had this planned for a while because whereas we could have stayed in his Presidential cabin, we're staying in my old cabin. The shower door opens and Fitz slips in behind me.
"A man with a plan" I tease, pointing at the welcome gift.
"I just want you to know that just because we can't be together in the open yet. That I always want you to be comfortable here." He says, turning me to face the spray. Then he opens one of the bottles and starts massaging what smells like coconut shampoo into my scalp. I closed my eyes, relishing in the combination of the massage and the hot spray.
"It's time we tell Cyrus," Fitz says. And my heart sinks like an anchor at the bottom of the ocean. I try to ignore him, play it off as if I didn't hear him. "Olivia, we need him on our side."
"He's not on our side," I say and it's not going to be enough. Fitz is gonna want to know why I think his ally is working against us. Unfortunately, it isn't what I think it's what I know. It would be asking too much, for him to just trust me on this. "We should go talk." I rinse the remaining soap from my curls and I get out.
Retrieving my robe from the hanger, I slipped it on and sat down at the edge of the bed. Fitz wasn't far behind me with a towel hanging from around his waist, his curls dropped water on the floor. He was waiting for me to start explaining.
"Cyrus and my father are working together" That does nothing but cause confusion, still he waits for me to continue. "Since I came back my father has been threatening me, so what better way to hit me than to use my old ally's against me."
"And Rowan knows your pregnant I'm guessing."
"Cyrus knows already too." I inhale deeply "I was going to tell you, I really was. But then Teddy got sick."
Fitz walks out the room heading for the closet I assume. "So what's their plan, do you know?" He asks when he gets back.
I hesitate because I can't tell this next part without Fitz blowing a fuse. "Cyrus used a b6-13 agent to steal a blood sample from my private doctor." I sigh "To use for a DNA test. My father was going to stage it so the results weren't in your favor. Then disappear me and the baby"
Fitz inhales and holds the exhale for a while before letting it out and speaking. "So that it would look like Jake is the father. To get back at me." he chuckles, however it isn't from a humorous place. "Why would he think I'd believe anything from him?"
My cheeks warm to blaze and my eyes sting with unshed tears. My gaze turns to the floor because I can't look at him. "Those two months-" hot tears roll down my face "I was gone, I was...with Jake." An indescribable expression crossed his face and nothing but pain and disgust lingered behind his gaze. "I should have told you before now and I really, really wanted to. Fitz but I was-"
"So there is a chance." Coldness behind every word.
"No."
"You left for two months with Jake and I'm supposed to believe that nothing happened or even before that? Him of all people, you ran and took him"
"I was scared, everything was coming down on me and-"
"you didn't think about me, what I was going through, what your mother took from me" Fitz growled.
"I did, and I decided your family would be better off without me. Without the tragic reminder that the woman you brought into your marriage ruined your family in the worst possible way. And then I thought about myself, how I couldn't live with myself being with you, knowing that my mother took a child from his mother. It broke me, Fitz."
"It broke me too. It's been 4 months, and it's still hard to hold my head up. But I didn't run because I couldn't; I couldn't disappear to some secluded island. Wishing that my old life would cease. Olivia, what you did was selfish. I needed you, really needed you. And- and you were riding waves with your boyfriend." He scoffs, shaking his head up at the sky.
"I've been choosing others my entire life. It felt good to only live and breathe as Olivia. And if you want to punish me for me, I can't do anything about it. But you have to forgive me because-" I pulled in a sob, trying to compose myself but I fail. "Because I have forgiven you for worse. I don't wanna fight with you but I also won't be judged. You and I have done a lot the shitty things to each other-"
Fitz moved into my space until he was dwarfing me. "There hasn't been a single thing I haven't forgiven you for or held against you. Olivia I have tried to be everything for you but that isn't enough. You need to have it all don't you."
I basically leap from where I'm sitting, poking his chest. "You are the one who gets to have it all. You get a wife, a mistress, the Presidency, and an illegitimate child. So don't ever say that I'm the greedy one because we both know otherwise. You liked having me as a secret" I spat.
"I never wanted you to be my secret" Fitz slams his hand on the table.
"You did. You did the minute we walked into that room together. You hid it from Cyrus. So don't lie to me" Suddenly my head spins and I'm sure I'm going to fall but Fitz catches me before I hit the ground. He lays me on the couch and immediately my eyes well up and I burst out crying. Softly sobbing into my palms while Fitz rubs my back apologizing. I want to apologize too but I'm sobbing too hard.
"You're probably gonna hate me for what I'm about to say, I kinda hate me right now too. But disappearing might be the safest option. Rowan is relentless and I don't want something to happen to you because I was being selfish." He says before getting up walking away.
I left later that night after Fitz requested that I be checked by one of the White House doctors. He left after Dr. Reinking said everything was alright. I was low on energy and the argument didn't help that.
I forgot I turned my phone off when I arrived but I was still alarmed by the dozen and a half missed calls I received from Abby which I won't be returning and another two dozen calls from Quinn, with thirteen voicemails. I opened and played the first couple of her just panicking thinking I ran again and the last one…
"Liv, this is my hundredth message to you. Huck's family's house burned down. Huck needs you." The sinking dreadful feeling turned into an actual stabbing pain in the middle of my heart.
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