Hey everybody, y'all all right? I needed to take some time away, but I'm back, and ready to complete this story. I would first like to thank you all for your kind messages and words. They meant a lot to me, and I appreciate all your thoughts. I would also just like to say, cherish the time you spend with your family. Life is unexpected, and you don't know how much time you have left.
The last time we saw our faves, they were celebrating Fitz's Super Bowl win and their engagement. I started writing a one chapter epilogue that would tie everything up in a neat little bow, but then felt Olivia and Fitz had much more to say. So the epilogue is probably going to be about three chapters. As always, thank you for the reviews and the PMs, especially those sent just to check on me. Thank you.
TBOT
Falls Church, VA...
On a beautiful fall Saturday in October, Olivia Pope-Grant drove down a long winding road, before turning onto a well-concealed street, obscured from prying eyes by a grove of trees, whose leaves were already turning. A small but visible sign displayed at the entrance warned that there was no outlet. She waited as the large gate opened before continuing another a mile down the paved road that curved into a quiet, residential neighborhood. Only five houses occupied the exclusive enclave, and each was surrounded by a monitored gate and equipped with cameras that alerted the homeowners to cars coming and going. There was a Capitals player, a prominent financier, a foreign diplomat and a retired Wizards point guard.
As she drove along the winding road, she waved at the hockey player who was running with two of his five small children in a jogging stroller. The financier drove by and nodded at her. The opulent home of the diplomat sat empty while the family was out of the country. Across the street, she could see the basketball player with his children on their driveway. At the end of the cul-de-sac sat the Pope-Grant home. The gate opened and she drove up the long driveway toward the majestic structure sitting on a hill among a backdrop of more trees. Finally driving to the side entry three-car garage, she drove her gold Range Rover into the empty bay, next to her husband's large black SUV. He joked that he parked in the middle bay to keep her from getting too close to his toy, an all white Porsche 911 Targa 4 GTS, which was parked in the third bay.
Gathering her large leather Gucci tote, she exited the vehicle as the garage door was coming down. When she entered the house through the door in the mudroom, the alarm chimed. She stopped to remove her leather booties and placed them in the large bin reserved for shoes. Quietly she walked into the short hallway that led to the kitchen, and smiled when she heard the paws clicking on the natural stone floor. Bracing herself, she stood and waited.
"Mommy!"
"Cruz!" She squatted to catch the toddler who was running at full speed in her direction. He threw himself at his mother and she wrapped her arms around her three year old son, Elijah Fitzgerald Cruz Grant. He had been named for both his grandfathers, and his godfather.
"How's mommy's big boy?" she asked as she absently reached down to pet the family Cocker Spaniel, and her son's best friend, Seven.
"I fine."
Olivia chuckled and walked with her son in her arms into the large, airy chef's kitchen, toward the breakfast nook where she placed her tote on an empty chair, and sat on the bench with her son on her lap. Smiling at the long sleeve Stanford t-shirt and jeans he wore, she reached out and gently removed the oversized Football Team helmet from his head. The identical face staring at her always made her smile. Cruz Grant was his mother's clone. Other than his paternal grandmother's silver gray eyes, and his father's curls, he was all Olivia. Currently, that little face was covered in ketchup, and what looked like cheese.
"Are you watching football with daddy?"
The little boy nodded his head vigorously, his brown and blonde streaked locks flopping onto his forehead. "Uh-huh. Go Carnal!" he said pumping his little fist.
Olivia laughed and reached into her tote for her ever present baby wipes. "That's Car-di-nal, bud." She began wiping his face. "What have you been eating?"
"Daddy give me free fries and pissa."
"Daddy gave you French Fries and pizza," she corrected, wiping away the evidence of the junk food her husband had fed their son. When she finished, she tossed the wipe on the table and hugged her son again, peppering his face with kisses.
"Wook, Daddy give me stickers." He held up his little hands so she could see the Black Panther stickers. Their son loved the Marvel character. The superhero had been the theme of his birthday party at age two, and again when he'd turned three the previous week. The stickers had been in the children's gift bags. Fitz had probably been looking for something to keep his son busy while he tried to watch his alma mater play.
"Oh wow, bud," she said excitedly. "Those are so cool, aren't they?"
"Uh-huh. Here." He removed a sticker and placed it on her hand.
"Thank you, baby." She kissed his forehead before sitting back, with him still on her lap, and listening as he told her about his day, occasionally correcting his words. She'd never known love like this and smiled as she remembered the day she and Fitz found out she was pregnant.
XXX
Three years ago…
Following the Football Team's Super Bowl victory, Fitz and Olivia, along with Jack and Benny Maddox, and Nick Wolfe, flew to Orlando Monday afternoon for a parade at Disneyworld to celebrate their win. They enjoyed the VIP treatment at the park and behaved like children. On Wednesday morning they flew back to D.C. in order to ride in the Team's Super Bowl parade.
The parade began near the National Mall on Constitution Avenue and would culminate in a rally at the corner of Pennsylvania Avenue and Third Street where Fitz, a few of his teammates, Coach Fauci and the Team owner would speak to the crowd of about eight hundred thousand fans.
Olivia and the other wives and girlfriends rode atop red tour buses with the players. She had attended a few parades but had never been in one. To see the city and all the Team fans from that angle was truly breathtaking. She watched as Fitz engaged with fans on the ground each time they came to a standstill and then slowly moved again. Most of them wanted to know if he was coming back for another season, and his answer was always the same: he hadn't made a decision yet.
There were also women flirting with him and his teammates along the parade route, and if Fitz noticed, he didn't acknowledge it. He'd finally shaved the beard and mustache. Well, he and Olivia had made an erotic game of shaving his face, but he was still incredibly sexy, so she couldn't blame the women. Fitz wrapped his arm around his her waist and kissed her tenderly in front of hundreds of thousands of people. The crowd yelled and whistled in approval.
Olivia pulled back and smiled up at him. "What was that for?"
Fitz shrugged. "I'm just letting anybody who's been living under a rock know who my heart belongs to." He gave her that lopsided grin.
"We're going to be the topic of every gossip blog and entertainment show today and tomorrow."
Fitz shook his head. "Livvie, I don't care. Besides, now that most of the Wives Club knows that we're engaged, it's definitely no longer a secret.
He was right. Lauren, Tracee and Chanel noticed her ring first and squealed. It didn't take long for the others to figure out what was going on.
"Well in that case…" She stood on her toes and kissed him. The crowd cheered even louder. Fitz laughed and bowed to the screaming fans then held Olivia in his arms, leaned down and gave her another kiss. She murmured against his lips. "You are something else, Mr. Grant."
"Oh, indeed."
XXX
Over the next month, Fitz and Olivia spent all of their free time, which wasn't much, in Great Falls preparing for their vacation. Before they could leave, Fitz had a few obligations he had to fulfill. He was busy with quite a few new endorsement offers and meetings to discuss those offers. The couple had also traveled to L.A. where he made an appearance on a popular late night show, and shot two commercials for his various endorsement deals. He was busy, and so was Olivia. She was busy taking meetings regarding several new job offers. There wasn't much time for anything else so the couple had decided to take a break from Team and Wives Club activities. Olivia missed her friends but she and Fitz needed their time together…alone.
Fitz was also still contemplating retirement but hadn't made a decision. It was the topic of many late night discussions. His agent was in the middle of negotiations for a one year deal with an option for another, with the Team. Fitz was an unrestricted free agent and could sign with any team, but he wanted to retire with the team that drafted him. And the Team front office was trying to make that happen.
Management knew the reigning champs were probably going to be the team to beat next season if they could keep a few key players, including Fitz. Football Team merchandise was the hottest selling in the NFL and it was all because of Fitzgerald Grant. The city loved him, and was looking forward to another winning season.
XXX
Vacation…
Fitz and Olivia spent a few days in New York City with his parents and extended family, and he made another late night show appearance, before they took the ten hour flight on a Grant jet to the South Asian country of Maldives. He'd finally disclosed their vacation destination to Olivia. They would be spending eighteen days far away, off the grid and thousands of miles away from everyone and everything.
He'd also reserved a one bedroom private villa, complete with a chef and a housekeeper, private pool, ocean views and an over the ocean terrace off the bedroom, at The Waldorf Astoria resort.
XXX
The couple spent the first two days lounging, reading and eating wonderful meals prepared by the chef. They needed the time to sleep off the jet lag from the long flight, and to decompress. Those days were spent on the terrace, her feet on his lap, quietly reading together. They didn't talk a lot. They just enjoyed the comfort of being in each other's presence. Olivia was grateful and really enjoyed this time because she was feeling run-down, and her stomach was queasy. She attributed it all to the jet lag, and by the third day on the island, she was feeling much better.
After a week on the island, Fitz surprised her with a four day cruise on a private yacht. When they arrived at the pier and climbed aboard the sleek boat, they were shown to a stateroom that had every convenience of a hotel. The crew of seven was as inconspicuous as they were efficient, and took care of their every need. A steward had unpacked their luggage for their four day stay aboard the luxury cruise yacht, MV Maldives Explorer.
Today, Olivia had coated her skin with sunscreen and grabbed a book to read while she spent most of the morning on the sun deck while Fitz snorkeled with members of the crew. She wasn't feeling like herself again and was tiring easily which is why she'd declined Fitz's offer to join him. Eventually, she would retire to their air conditioned stateroom, shower and lay down for a nap.
XXX
Olivia had just drifted off when she felt a presence in the room. She opened an eye to see her handsome and deeply tanned fiancé walking toward her wearing a towel wrapped dangerously low around his waist and another around his neck. He'd obviously just showered. His bare chest was almost bronze from the sun. He grinned at her as he walked to the bed. Sitting next to her, he ran a hand across her back.
"You okay?"
She wasn't. In fact, she felt worse. She'd never been seasick before, but she'd suddenly become nauseous with any slight bump the yacht took. After her long shower, she'd moisturized her body and then lay across the bed looking out of the porthole at the vast, blue Indian Ocean before dozing off.
"Livvie?" he said when she didn't answer his question.
Olivia sat up, feeling a wave of vertigo. She smiled and managed to lean in and kiss her love.
"I'm fine."
Fitz grinned. "Good. I had the steward bring us drinks."
She looked across the room to the table where drink service had been set up.
"Thanks babe, but I don't want anything to drink right now."
Fitz cocked his head to one side and gave her a strange look.
"What?" she asked.
"You've turned down all alcohol since we've been on this yacht. You sure you're okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. My stomach just feels a little queasy."
"Oh no, I hope you're not about to get your period. Because I have a midnight rendezvous planned on the top deck after the crew's asleep." He looked at her with that grin, and wiggled his eyebrows playfully.
"I'm not about to get my…" Her voice trailed off. She couldn't remember the last time she'd had her period.
"Well why aren't you upstairs? We could sit in the shade and make out like very horny teenagers," he said with a chuckle, and reached out to pull her closer to him.
Olivia shook her head, her mind still racing.
"Okay. What would you like to do right now?"
She rose up and kissed him again. "I'd like to get in bed so we can snuggle."
"Just snuggle?" he asked giving her a sidelong glance.
Olivia smirked. "When was the last time we just snuggled?"
Fitz laughed. "You've got a point." He leaned down and kissed her deeply, slowly. Their tongues dueled as he pressed his body closer. After a moment, he lifted his head and her core throbbed at the raw need on his face, and the large tent in the towel he wore, that his desire for her had created. He made her forget everything in that moment. Almost everything. She hadn't forgotten that she didn't get her period that month. And the more she thought about it, she didn't remember getting it in February either. She tried to recall the last few months. There had been so much going on. With the holidays, the stress of the playoffs, her illness, changing careers and deciding on the next phase of her life, and finally the Super Bowl. Her hormones were probably all over the place. But they'd also been having lots of sex. Lots of great sex. Could she really be pregnant? While taking birth control? She knew it was possible but she'd been diligent with her pills. Shit. This was too much.
"Babe, you know what? I'm sleepy. Maybe I should lie down."
Fitz frowned and touched her forehead. "You're not warm, but you do look a little strange."
If only you knew, she thought. "I just need a nap."
"Well I'm getting in bed with you and we can both nap."
Fitz stood and lifted Olivia while pulling back the duvet and sheet. He watched her climb in, wearing a zebra print cami and boy short panty set. He let out a deep breath before removing his towels and sliding in next to her, and cradling her in the crook of his arm.
"How was snorkeling?"
"It was great! I actually saw an octopus, which was very rare. I tried to take a quick picture but it had already changed colors and swam off, leaving a cloud of ink."
"Hmm…hate that I missed that," she said as she felt him kiss her neck and continue south. She felt herself getting a second wind.
"Do you still want to take a nap?" he whispered in a husky voice between kisses.
"Mmm-hmm…" She felt his arousal against her back and knew where things were headed. And that's exactly why she was lying there wondering whether or not she was pregnant.
Fitz slipped his hand underneath her cami and stroked her breasts while his kisses continued. Olivia squirmed beneath his touch.
"What about now?" Fitz asked. "Are you awake?" He pushed her back onto the mound of pillows and rolled over on top of her, bracing himself on his elbows so he wouldn't crush her with his weight. She could feel his hard dick pressing against her stomach. Fitz smiled down at her before placing kisses along her jaw, her throat, her neck and finally her shoulder.
Olivia loved making love with Fitz, always had. She let out a long sigh that Fitz probably thought was a sigh of pleasure, and it was, but it was also an apprehensive sigh. A worried sigh. What was she going to do if she was pregnant? They were engaged but hadn't made any plans to get married anytime soon, and she wanted to be a wife before starting a family.
Fitz's hand moved to her panties and she lifted her hips so he could remove them, before flinging the material over his shoulder. His long finger slipped inside her. "Open wide for me, Livvie," he whispered.
Olivia fought the urge to close her legs against his probing finger.
"Fitz," she moaned.
"Yes, baby?"
"I want to ride you."
Fitz shook his head. "Not yet." He reached for the hem of her cami, slowly lifting it up and over her head, and dropping it on the bed. He then moved his mouth to her tender breasts, taking first one then the other into his mouth, applying gentle suction to her entire breast and swirling his tongue to her nipples which became even harder as he worked them, and her moans turned to whimpers under his expert mouth. Fitz lifted his head and looked into the face of his beautiful fiancée through hooded eyes. He gave her a sly grin before kissing down her body to her core. Olivia's legs involuntarily closed at the feel of the tip of his tongue on her clit. He used his hands to spread her legs.
"Keep your legs open, Livvie."
"Oh…Fitz…" Her legs trembled from the pressure of his mouth sucking continuously on her button. "Please, Fitz, it's too much. I can't take it!"
"Oh yes you can, Livvie." He continued to lick, taste and nibble on her clit until she bucked against his mouth, screaming as she climaxed. She took shallow breaths as she ran her hand through his curls, made lighter by the sun.
Fitz moved up her body and kissed her, so she could taste herself on his lips, and his finger began to move inside her again. "Please, Fitz," she begged. "Give me what I want."
"And what is it you want, beautiful?"
Olivia ran her hand down his muscled pecs and ripped abs, to his long, hard inches. "This."
He grinned at her as she planted her hands on his shoulders, pushed him onto his back then rolled on top of him, straddling his hips. She stroked his inches teasingly.
"Livvie, please, get on with it," he begged, chuckling lightly.
Olivia leaned down and kissed his lips, still stroking him.
"What are you doing to me?" he said through gritted teeth, and she laughed.
"You know exactly what I'm doing to you," she murmured. Then she went up on her knees and slowly, slowly, lowered herself onto him, taking his hard, thick length inside, inch by glorious inch. When he filled her completely, she sighed, giving herself time to adjust to him.
Fitz tilted his hips and she gasped, rocking against him. He opened his eyes and they locked with hers. His hands reached for her, grasping her hips, holding her still.
"Don't. Move."
She rocked against him, gently, and he groaned.
"Livvie…"
"Fitz, I'm so close…" Olivia moved her hands to his chest and began to slowly ride him.
"Yes, Livvie…take it…it's all yours." He closed his eyes and smiled lazily as he allowed her to take control.
"Oh, I plan to," she whispered and continued to work him hard and long. She took his hands into hers as she moved up and his dick rapidly, using her vaginal muscles to squeeze him.
Suddenly, Fitz rolled and flipped her onto her back, picking up the pace as Olivia wrapped her legs around his back. He moved her hands above her head and leaned down, kissing her deeply, as he continued to thrust slowly inside her. She felt his dick become even harder, and the tension tightened and built until she screamed.
"That's it, Livvie, come with me," he said as he felt her body stiffen.
Olivia called out his name as her body shattered into a million little pieces, and Fitz through back his head, shooting his seed deep inside her before collapsing on top of her, his head on her shoulder, as he gasped for air.
Olivia felt Fitz's heart pounding against her chest, and the heat of his breath on her neck. For the longest moment neither of them moved or said a word until he lifted his head and stared down into her beautiful doe eyes.
"I love you, Livvie."
She lifted her head and softly kissed his lips. "And I love you too, always."
Fitz grinned and moved onto his back bringing her onto his chest. He kissed her braids before getting comfortable and falling asleep. But sleep didn't come so easy to Olivia because her mind and thoughts were moving a million miles a minute. What was she going to do if she was pregnant? The more she thought about it, the signs were all there. She was never late. Since she was thirteen years old, her period had shown up like clockwork. Every twenty-eight days. She knew the possibility of her being pregnant was great, she just wasn't ready to admit it. And it wasn't just the lack of her period. Her body was changing too.
She'd definitely gained a little weight. Her breasts seemed a little fuller and sore, and were spilling out of her bras and her bikini tops. Her nipples were also sensitive. She'd noticed that each time Fitz's mouth came in contact with them. All this only gave her another excuse to shop a little more for their vacation. She was still slender, and Fitz couldn't get enough of her or her body, but she'd be calling Joey when they returned. This also explained the stomach churning she'd experienced lately and chalked up to stress. She'd been nauseous almost every day since they'd arrived in Maldives. So much so, she was surprised Fitz hadn't noticed. Her body was telling her what she refused to believe: she was definitely pregnant.
XXX
Three days later…
The couple was back at their private villa at the Waldorf Astoria. Olivia opened her eyes in the dark bedroom. Turning her head, she glanced at Fitz. His left arm lay across her middle and one of his legs rested on top of hers. She smiled and kissed his shoulder before removing his arm and his leg. Sitting up, she immediately had to lie back down until her stomach settled. She sat up again, still feeling queasy, and as quickly as she could, without disturbing Fitz, made it to the bathroom.
Olivia hugged the toilet as another wave of nausea rushed over her. After she emptied the contents of her stomach, she sat waiting to see if she was finished. Luckily she hadn't eaten much at dinner the previous evening. Finally, she stood and stumbled toward the bathroom sink and washed her hands, and then brushed her teeth and gargled. When she finished, she stared at herself in the large mirror and smiled at her reflection. She was happy. Her honey brown skinned glowed from being in the sun…and from the baby growing in her womb. She turned to the side to look at her stomach and it was a little fuller. She could no longer keep fooling herself. When had it happened? That was an answer only her OB/GYN could answer. She would schedule an emergency appointment as soon as they returned to the States.
Fitz was going to be over the moon. This was all he'd ever wanted. She smiled as she recalled that first conversation; when he asked her if she'd consider having his baby. She'd said 'yes' because that's where she hoped their relationship would eventually lead. Now it seemed like a sure thing. She wouldn't say anything to him until she knew for sure. Why get his hopes up until she knew for sure.
Quietly, Olivia walked back into the bedroom, wondering if she'd awakened Fitz but he hadn't moved. She climbed back into bed and snuggled against him, and he breathed deeply before putting his arm around her again. Shockingly thrilled about the possibility of being pregnant, she finally relaxed and drifted back to sleep.
XXX
"Livvie." Fitz gently shook her shoulder.
"Hmm?" She answered without opening her eyes.
"It's almost noon, are you okay?"
Olivia finally opened her eyes and looked at him. He stood over her fully dressed in khaki shorts, a stark white polo shirt and leather flip flops.
"Why did you let me sleep so late?" she asked as she sat up and stretched. She watched as Fitz walked across the room and opened the curtains, letting in the bright sunshine throughout their bedroom, and exposing their unobstructed views of the Indian Ocean. She was also grateful that her stomach was currently cooperating.
"You never sleep in so I just figured you needed the rest," he shrugged.
"How long have you been awake?"
"A few hours. I went on my morning run and worked out before coming back and showering, then running an errand. I was actually surprised to find you still asleep." He sat next to her on the bed and reached out to tweak her nipple through her pajama top, which was sensitive and painful. Olivia moved his hand.
"Fitz, please stop. That hurts."
He leaned down and kissed her nipple. "I'm sorry, babe. Are you sure everything's okay?" He looked at her, his face filled with concern.
Olivia nodded. "Yes, everything's fine."
"Okay. Will you do something for me?"
"Anything," she said looking at him curiously.
Fitz kissed her cheek and stood from the bed. She watched as he walked out to the living room, happy that her nausea still hadn't spilled her secret…yet.
He walked back into the bedroom carrying a small, white paper bag. He sat next to Olivia on the bed and handed the bag to her without a word.
Olivia looked at him, confused. "What's this?"
Fitz remained silent and watched as she finally opened the bag.
She stopped breathing when she saw the bag's contents. Stunned, she looked at Fitz and then back at the three different pregnancy tests. She stared at the tests, heart pounding knowing that he knew something was up.
"How…how did you know?" she asked softly.
"My suspicions were raised when you got sick the first night on the yacht. I thought it was just motion sickness."
Olivia's thoughts went back to that incident.
"Livvie, are you feeling better this morning?"
She nodded, grimacing as a wave of dizziness swept over her, bringing chills with it.
"A little."
Fitz sat down on the bed and looked at his love closely, noticing her full cheeks. Placing the back of his hand against her forehead, he sighed.
"You don't feel warm."
Olivia felt too weak to say anything. She hadn't been feeling like herself since they'd landed in Maldives. Last night they'd eaten a delicious dinner on the terrace, prepared by their chef and it wasn't long before her stomach turned and she barely made it to the small powder room. She'd blamed it on the food but Fitz had eaten the same thing and didn't get sick.
"I'm going to bed," she'd murmured, and stood to her feet with Fitz's help and made it to their bedroom.
I've heard you throwing up since we've been here. I heard you this morning. I could also tell your body is different, especially your breasts." He grinned at her, making her smile. "And, I saw the look on your face when I mentioned your period."
"Fitz, I…"
He held up a hand. "It's okay, Livvie. I was just hoping you would say something, especially when we were on the yacht."
"When did you get these?"
"After my workout. This was my errand. I had the concierge get them for me, you know, just in case you needed to take a test."
"But I'm on the Pill," she croaked. "I…how?"
Fitz nodded. "True. But we still may be pregnant. Only abstinence is one hundred percent effective, Livvie." He smirked at her. "But we won't know for sure until you take a test."
She looked up at him with tears in her eyes and nodded. "I think I do, because the first time I threw up was the day we arrived and I'd planned to schedule an emergency doctor's appointment when we returned to D.C.
"Well this way we find out sooner," he smiled at her and she relaxed.
Olivia returned his smile and nudged his shoulder. "You might be getting everything you've wanted since we began dating, mister: a wife and a baby.
Fitz hugged her closer to him, a smug look on his face. "Yes Livvie, that's all I've ever wanted with you." He reached down and tenderly touched her stomach. "I wanted you to be my wife and the mother of my children. I might be a daddy sooner than I thought, though."
Olivia looked up at him. "So are you ready to see if you're going to be one?"
"I'm actually nervous," he said chuckling, "But yes, I am. Are you ready to find out if you're going to be a mommy?"
Olivia nodded with a huge grin on her face. "I'm so ready."
XXX
Olivia took her time. She cleansed her face and brushed her teeth before taking the test, prolonging the inevitable. It wasn't the first morning urine, so maybe the test would be inaccurate. Finally, after taking the test, she wrapped it in a paper towel and sat it on the vanity, then washed her hands and walked out of the bathroom. Fitz was sitting on the sofa in the sitting area of their bedroom. He held out his hand and she walked over to him. He pulled her down onto his lap, hugged her and kissed her hair.
"Now, we just wait," she said.
Fitz nodded and played with her braids. "Did you suspect you might be pregnant?"
"I knew something was wrong but I didn't think I could be pregnant until you mentioned my period. The past three days were probably the worst, physically, but I was still too afraid to admit it because it meant that everything in my life was possibly about to change."
"Livvie, I know you wanted to be married first, but…"
She silenced him with her finger and kissed his cheek. "Fitz, we don't even know if I'm pregnant yet. Let's wait before we start talking about weddings."
XXX
The timer on Fitz's phone chimed. He hugged Olivia tight and kissed her braids. "It's time. Are you ready?"
Olivia nodded. "Yes."
Fitz helped her stand to her feet and then stood next to her. Taking her hand, he silently led her into the bathroom where they'd find out if they were going to be parents, if their life was about to change. Olivia stood over the test, wrapped in a paper towel, with her eyes closed while Fitz stood behind her with his hands on the countertop, caging her in. Opening her eyes, she stared at him in the mirror before nervously reaching for the test.
Fitz nuzzled her neck. "Everything will be okay, Livvie," he murmured against her neck.
Olivia nodded and slowly removed the test from the paper towel. When she saw the results, the breath she didn't realize she'd been holding rushed past her lips, and tears began falling down her cheeks. She leaned back against Fitz's chest and he wrapped his arms around her.
"You're pregnant, Livvie," he whispered. "You're pregnant!"
"Yes," she nodded as more tears began falling from her eyes.
He turned her around in his arms and kissed her, laughing against her lips. "We're having a baby. We're having a baby!"
He lifted her into his arms and kissed her again. "Thank you," he whispered near her ear, and placed her on her feet.
Olivia didn't need to ask why. She knew why he was thanking her. She was also excited about the new journey they were about to take. She snapped out of shock and wrapped her arms around Fitz's neck.
"We're having a baby," she said in awe. "I…I…I can't believe it." But she knew it was true. The two lines on the test were pink. Wonderfully, unmistakably pink. According to the instructions, she was pregnant. She placed her hands on top of Fitz's, which rested against her stomach. A child. Fitz's baby was growing inside her.
"Livvie I didn't think I could love you more than I already do, but I do. I love you so much, lady. And I'm going to be with you every step of this pregnancy waiting on you, hand and foot," he said excitedly.
Olivia threw back her head and laughed as Fitz lifted her in his arms, carrying her back to their bedroom, and their bed. She was happy they were pregnant, and she'd let him carry her anywhere.
XXX
Later…
The couple lay in bed as the afternoon sun shone brightly into the bedroom. They'd remained in bed since finding out they were going to be parents. Fitz had asked Chef to prepare brunch and served Olivia in bed. Her nausea may have subsided for now, but she still needed to be careful about what she ate if she didn't want her stomach to reject it. She'd eaten a little of the French toast and fruit, but Fitz had eaten enough for the three of them. When they finished, Fitz had pushed the cart out of the room for the housekeeper and returned to the bed to cuddle, content to remain in their private villa all day.
Olivia wasn't surprised when he slid down on the bed, lifted her bright yellow mini sundress and kissed her belly, then rested his head on it as if listening for any early signs of life.
She ran her fingers through his hair. "Do you want a boy or a girl? And be honest," she said. She thought she knew what his answer would be.
"I've been going back and forth."
Olivia scoffed. "You've been asking for a son since early in our relationship. What changed your mind?"
He smiled up at the beautiful woman who would soon be his wife, and the mother of his child. "Of course most men want sons, and that would be nice. But then I think of a little girl who would look just like you and who I could spoil."
Olivia traced his brow with her finger.
"But I'll be happy with either as long as the baby is healthy."
"I feel the same way. A little boy who looks like you and will watch over me like his daddy," she said smiling at him. "But there's something about having a daughter to bond with in a way a son can't, although J and my mom have always been close."
Fitz sat up, his hand still on her belly. "Well, that just means we keep having babies until we have both."
Olivia laughed. "Can we have this one first?"
Fitz grinned slyly. "You know you like having my babies."
"I know I like the way we make them," Olivia said chuckling. She lifted his hand and kissed his fingers.
Fitz smiled softly at her. "I want us to always be this happy, Livvie."
"I want the same thing, babe. It seems almost unfair that I'm so happy. I never knew I could feel this complete."
"Do you think we can try to always be this happy?" he asked.
"I definitely plan to." She reached out and gently touched his cheek.
"And I promise Livvie, we will be married before our baby is born."
"But Fitz…"
He held up a hand. "You are having my baby and I am not bringing our child into this world without being married. It's what you want.
"Babe, we don't have to have a wedding. We can just go to the justice of the peace. Our marriage is the important part."
Fitz frowned at her. "You don't want a wedding?"
"It's never been something I put too much thought into. I was never the little girl who drew pictures of wedding dresses or lined my dolls up like imaginary attendees. My mother, on the other hand, has always wanted to plan a huge wedding for me. A huge affair complete with the big dress, large wedding party, the works. I always joked that I would elope before I allowed any of that to happen, which Maya Pope never found funny."
Fitz chuckled. "I would love to see you in a beautiful dress as I promise to love, honor and cherish you forever in front of our family and friends. I have the means and the people to plan a beautiful wedding in a week, if that is what you want. You won't have to do anything but show up and look as beautiful as ever."
Olivia grinned and kissed his chin. "I'm not sure what I want yet, but I do know that I want to marry you more than anything else."
"Well just let me know what you want to do."
"Noted. But Fitz whatever we decide, it has to be after Joey and J's wedding. This is their time. Let's not overshadow it by making plans for our wedding. Our time will come."
"It's not coming soon enough for me."
Olivia laughed. Never would she have thought that this handsome, arrogant man would be her husband, and now the father of her child.
"Seriously, Livvie. I just want to let everyone know how much I love you."
"You've already done that...a few times, remember?" she teased. She would never forget how he'd openly expressed his love for her during his ESPN interview, his NFL Honors acceptance speech and his Super Bowl post game interview.
"Oh yeah I did, didn't I?" he laughed. "Well I don't want you or anyone else to doubt how I feel about you."
"Never, babe."
"Never," he repeated.
Olivia sighed. "I never thought I'd be rolling down the aisle with a pregnant belly."
Fitz frowned. "What? Rolling down the aisle? Livvie you're even more beautiful now, carrying my baby. You've never been caught up in appearances?"
"I'm not…"
"But? Is this really about what you'll look like?"
She covered her face and nodded. "Yes. And I'm ashamed to admit it matters to me. I wished it didn't, but it does. Women are usually their most beautiful on their wedding day. I mean, I was with Jo when she found her dress and she looked gorgeous. I can't imagine what she'll look like on her wedding day." She sighed. "I'm afraid to think of what I'll look like in a month or two. That I won't feel beautiful and everyone will know. Think about it Fitz, the pictures will be forever and will probably be in a few magazines because of who you are."
Fitz pulled Olivia into his arms and kissed her temple. "Livvie you will always be sexy to me. But if you're not comfortable with having a wedding, we'll go to a judge. Just you, me and our baby."
Olivia smiled, nodding. "I like that." She kissed his cheek, while he touched her breasts through her dress.
"But you're still hot," Fitz said grinning. He then reached underneath her dress. "Your breasts are going to be the best parts of this pregnancy. They're already getting bigger."
Olivia straddled his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck as he cupped her breasts in his large hands, and kissed her neck. Her nipples puckered under his ministrations. In one fluid motion, he pulled her dress up and over her head and tossed it aside. His hand then moved to her panties and removed those too. Finally, he gently flipped her onto her back, settling between her legs. He kissed her from neck to navel, licking her between her thighs and tasting her as she took deep breaths. Olivia moaned at the feel of his tongue on her button. Reaching down, she grabbed his shirt and pulled it up as far as she could up his body until he finally sat up and removed it completely. He closed his eyes in pleasure when she reached down and felt his dick, which was already at full attention. Slowly she unzipped his shorts. He groaned and looked down into her beautiful, glowing face. "I want you now, Livvie."
She responded by kissing him deeply and squeezing his inches. They both hurriedly pulled his shorts and boxer briefs down his long legs and he quickly entered her in one deep thrust that filled her. He began to thrust inside her with such tenderness, telling her with each stroke how much he loved her. She wrapped her legs around his back and met him thrust for thrust. He reached for one of her legs and held it up as high as he could, allowing him to go deeper inside her. Olivia couldn't catch her breath and Fitz grunted as he found his way even deeper.
In a nice and slow rhythm, he worked his inches in an out of Olivia until she thought she would scream. Instead, she moaned, loud.
Fitz leaned down and covered her mouth with his, and she wrapped her arms around his neck and held on. He reached out and massaged her sensitive breasts eliciting another loud moan from Olivia. His hand slid further down her chest and stomach until his fingers reached her core. Her back arched up from the bed when he finally touched her clit. His thrusts increased as he now hammered in and out of her, looking down at her with hooded eyes and his mouth wide-open as though he couldn't catch his breath, either.
"Oh, Fitz." Olivia moaned over and over as she felt her orgasm getting closer and closer until she let go with a loud scream. The orgasm was so strong it caused Fitz to let go and come with her. He moved his hand from between her legs and groaned as he pumped his seed inside her, letting go of her leg. Their bodies shook together as they gasped for air until finally going limp. They lay there out of breath, with her head on his chest as he stroked her hair.
It took a few minutes for Olivia's breath to stabilize and her head to stop spinning.
"Fitz that was…wow," she whispered.
He slowly rose with a lazy grin on his face, and tried to ease his big body off of hers.
"Wait a minute, babe." She grabbed his hard ass, not allowing him to pull out of her. "Not just yet."
"Livvie, you might want to give me a minute. Besides, I'm too heavy for the both of you." He leaned down and kissed her belly before rolling over onto his back bringing her with him. Olivia kissed his chest and then laid her head on his chest.
"Are you okay, mommy?" he asked.
Olivia grinned. "I'm fine. What about you, daddy? Are you okay?"
"I'm great, Livvie!"
She chuckled and he felt the vibrations against his chest. "I could go for another round." She raised her head from his chest to look up at him. "I think this pregnancy might be making me horny."
Fitz laughed. "Lucky for you I'm always up to the challenge."
"Well I'm ready whenever you are, mister."
Fitz pulled her flush against his hard chest, and took her mouth in a long deep kiss. "That's good to know," he said squeezing her ass, "Because I'm not finished with you."
Grinning, Olivia kissed his lips. "Glad to hear it."
XXX
Much later…
The happy couple finally managed to make it out of the bed to shower together before they had dinner in the dining room of their villa, wearing nothing but bathrobes. After dinner, they sat on a sofa on the terrace outside their bedroom, next to the infinity pool listening to the sounds of the sea. They talked about their future with their child, and everything they needed to do between now and their baby's birth. They were going to have to make some life changing adjustments. After about two hours of talking, they retreated to their bedroom to watch television.
"Where are you going?"
"Bathroom." Olivia removed Fitz's arms from around her waist, scooted to the edge of the bed and stood. And like he'd been doing most of the day, he was right behind her.
"I can pee without your assistance, Mr. Grant." She rolled her eyes playfully, but he kept moving right along stopping at the door while she continued to the area of the bathroom where the commode and urinal were concealed behind a wall of frosted glass.
"Are you tired of me already, Livvie?" He asked chuckling.
"Yes. You're already doing too much!" She yelled from the toilet. She'd left the door open because she knew he was going to keep talking to her regardless. But she didn't complain because it was cute. He was cute, and so was his annoying hovering.
"Then you need to prepare yourself for the next few months, because I'm going to take care of you and our unborn child."
Olivia shook her head as she flushed and then moved to the sink to wash her hands. He was so needy. This pregnancy was going to affect him more than her.
When she walked out of the bathroom, Fitz was sitting on side of the bed, waiting. She walked over to him and stepped between his legs, wrapping her arms around his thick neck and kissed the tip of his nose.
"There's only room for one baby in this relationship."
"Are you calling me a baby, Olivia Pope? Because I want to make sure that you and our baby are okay? Well get used to it, lady. Your eggs shouldn't have fertilized my seed."
"What?!" She asked incredulously. "I didn't intentionally fertilize your seed, mister. As much sex as we've been having, it was probably inevitable. And you were just handing it out freely!"
Fitz threw back his head and laughed for a full minute, before leaning his forehead against hers. "Well you're the only person I'm freely handing it to!"
"Right. I'd better be the only one on the receiving end. But Fitz we've been having so much sex, often, without a care in the world because I'm on the Pill. It's not as if we don't know how babies are made. And here we are."
"I'm well aware, and thank God for failed birth control."
Olivia smirked at him and he chuckled. "We made a baby, Fitz."
Fitz nodded. "And I know when it happened," he said, giving her a sly grin.
"Oh yeah? When?"
"The night we were together before the NFC Championship game. You know, the night I came to see you and you couldn't keep your little hands off me."
"How are you so sure, mister?"
"I went a little deeper that night. And you know what they say about going deep."
Olivia playfully hit his arm. "Conceited much?"
"Well you seduced me that night, so this is on you."
"Please. That's circumstantial. Nothing you can prove in court. Remember, I'm a former prosecutor."
"As if I could ever forget," he said as he tugged on the belt of her robe, exposing her naked body to him. He leaned down and kissed her stomach several times. The feel of his soft warm lips caused her skin to tingle all over.
"Fitz I'm pregnant, not helpless," she said, becoming serious again.
He didn't respond, he just kissed her stomach a few more times before moving to her lips. Then he looked at her. "I know you're not helpless, but that won't stop me from making sure you and our baby are okay." He placed his hand on her stomach.
"I just want you to focus on nothing but taking care of yourself and my son. I'm going to do everything else."
Olivia reached out and stroked Fitz's brow. "You want me to take care of myself and your son. What if your son is a daughter? What happened to being happy with either as long as the baby is healthy?"
Fitz tried to keep from smiling but couldn't. "Yeah, well, just take care of my baby," he said placing his hand on her stomach again.
Slowly, as if he thought she'd break, he wrapped his large hands around her waist and pulled her closer. For a long moment, he held her in his arms.
"You're having my baby, Livvie," the awe returning to his voice.
Olivia hugged him tight, while also kissing the top of his head. This man was so obsessed with her and their baby, and she wouldn't have it any other way.
"Yes, Fitz, I'm having our baby."
XXX
Fitz and Olivia spent the remainder of their vacation enjoying each other. She still had bouts of morning, afternoon and evening sickness. He wasn't about to let her do anything strenuous so the remainder of their time was spent sunbathing, playing board games, cards, dancing on the terrace above the ocean, beneath the stars, heavy make-out sessions and a few quickies on their private beach, romantic massages, and swimming in the sea. Olivia had talked him into island hopping and touring the city of Male. He didn't like the idea at first. "Look, Livvie," he'd said, "I don't want to worry more about the two of you." But Olivia had ways to change his mind. They had a ball visiting the markets, art galleries and museums.
Just for fun, Olivia had also taken the two remaining pregnancy tests, although she didn't expect a different result. Each time, she and Fitz had celebrated as if they were just finding out. They were so happy about the baby, and excited to become parents. All their future plans now revolved around Baby Grant.
XXX
When the couple returned to the States, they were tanned, completely relaxed, more in love and at least five pounds heavier. The flight home had been picture perfect and Olivia had only had one bout of nausea, which she considered a win. They landed at Dulles where Daniel was waiting. The first thing Olivia did, while waiting for Fitz and Daniel to retrieve their luggage, was call her OB/GYN's office to schedule an appointment. The receptionist informed her that if she wanted to see Dr. Goodrich, she could squeeze her in the following afternoon. Olivia quickly snapped up the time slot.
When Fitz slid onto the back seat next her, he kissed her temple and took her hand, while Olivia laid her head on his shoulder. She told him that she had an appointment the next day and he grinned at her. He was so excited and couldn't wait to get their first ultrasound and and hopefully see a picture of their baby.
Kissing her hand, he hugged her to him. Tomorrow afternoon couldn't get here soon enough.
TBC