Part II

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Let's get married…

Fitz and his team planned their destination wedding at the Grant resort on the island of Anguilla. Although he'd said that he would plan everything, he still got Olivia's input on the guest list, flowers and the menu. He took care of everything else, and made managing wedding details from Great Falls seem so easy. He spent his days on the phone or online, handling the many details that needed his attention.

Getting everyone to Anguilla for the wedding was an exercise in logistics, but the Bennett Industries and Grant North America logistic teams were up to the task. The couple had kept the guests list to one hundred for their private, secret ceremony, and the team had gotten everyone to the island safely and on time.

Olivia had finally relented and was allowing her parents to host a reception in D.C. for family and friends who were unable to make it to Anguilla. She would be further along her pregnancy, and would no longer be able to camouflage her secret. They had not disclosed her pregnancy to anyone other than their parents, and Joey and Julian, choosing instead to allow things to UNFOLD on their own. Of course the tongues would be wagging, and she wasn't looking forward to the questions or conversations that would certainly arise, but she would do it for her parents.

The resort's event planning staff had been working with Fitz and his team, and when the couple arrived on the island they met with them to discuss last minute details, and to make sure that everything was in place for their special day. They'd walked them around the property to view the reception area, and finally the hillside where the unplugged ceremony would take place. There would be no phones or cameras allowed, and any photos released to the media would be with the permission of the couple.

Olivia had squealed and jumped into the arms of her handsome fiancé when she saw the site of their wedding ceremony. The hillside appeared to drop off into the warm waters of the Caribbean Sea. It was exquisite, mesmerizing, and the perfect location to exchange their vows.

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Olivia had also finally met Wyatt Grant in person. There was no mistaking he and Fitz were related. Both blond and well over the six-foot mark, although Wyatt had inherited his mother's silver gray eyes. He had flown to Anguilla along with T.C., and his partner, Enrique, an architect, for a week of partying. The bride and groom, well mostly the groom, were hosting a full week of events in addition to their big day. And instead of bachelor and bachelorette parties, they were hosting a welcome party on a luxury yacht.

Wyatt Grant was not the "stereotypical" gay man. He was masculine. Manly. He could easily live life in the closet without any woman having a clue, but he was gay and proud, and would kick someone's ass if needed. He'd shared that fact with Ty when T.C. had introduced her boyfriend to her brother. Fitz had been right, Wyatt was worse when it came to protecting his little sister. Lucky for T.C., Enrique was a reasonable man and had some sway over his boyfriend. Enrique was a very handsome man and Olivia didn't miss the way Wyatt's eyes followed his boyfriend whenever they were apart. The men made a beautiful couple.

Olivia had enjoyed getting to know them and had joined them, along with Joey, in getting a coconut scrub and other spa treatments. By the time they were finished, they'd behaved like old friends.

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After a brief Friday evening rehearsal, the dinner was held for all guests underneath an air conditioned tent on the beach. Harrison, whose father was officiating, kept everyone in stitches telling them about the impromptu guy's party the night before. Apparently there had been strippers. Fitz and Olivia had turned in early, so he was spared from the debauchery.

The bride and groom decided to spend the night before their wedding apart, but of course that didn't stop Fitz from making a late night visit.

Olivia heard the door open followed by Fitz's deep voice. "Livvie, where are you?"

"I'm in the bathroom, babe."

He walked into the bedroom drinking from a bottle of water, just as she walked out of the bathroom wearing a white tank top with BRIDE written in rhinestones across her newly ample chest, and pink panties. The tank barely covered her thighs but she still felt sexy at five months pregnant.

Fitz stared before breaking out into that grin. "You look happy, baby."

"That's because I am," she said with a shrug.

He chuckled as he watched her sensuously walk toward him. His eyes were fixed on the rise of the tank.

"I love this side of you. How are you feeling by the way?"

"I feel great." She stood on her toes and kissed his lips. "Ugh, Fitz. You taste like scotch and cigars. I think I'm going to be sick." The morning sickness had began to abate after Joey and Julian's wedding, but certain tastes and smells could still send her fleeing to the nearest bathroom

"I'm sorry, babe. Give me a minute." Fitz rushed into the bathroom and quickly brushed his teeth, and rinsed with mouthwash. When he returned to the bedroom, Olivia was curled up on the sofa. He walked across the room and took a seat next to her before pulling her onto his lap, and kissed her.

"Better?"

She smiled against his lips. "Much better."

They continued to kiss before he hugged her close to his large body, placing his hand on her belly.

"How's my son?"

"Your daughter's fine."

"How's my son's mother? Do you need anything?"

Olivia shook her head. "I was about to turn in early because I don't want to look tired and worn out tomorrow."

"Well all I want you to do tomorrow before the wedding is rest. Your spa appointment is scheduled for eleven. That's a massage, manicure, pedicure, and a facial if you want to take a chance on your wedding day."

Olivia chuckled. "Look at you taking care of me."

Fitz grinned. "Always, Livvie, you know that."

She glanced at her man. His face was deeply tanned and his hair was lighter from spending time in the sun. His hair was also longer, making him look like a California surfer. She reached out and pushed the unruly curl away from his tanned forehead.

"What time is your appointment to cut this shaggy hair?"

Fitz laughed, loudly, and leaned down and kissed her curls.

"Is it that bad?"

"Well you know I like the rugged look on you, but not for our wedding."

"Oh I know, and I'm getting the full treatment tomorrow. Massage, hair, manicure, shave. I may even let them wax something."

It was Olivia's turn to laugh. "I'd like to be in the room when that happens." They both laughed again.

"What did you guys get into tonight?" she asked when they recovered.

"We closed one of the bars, played pool, had a few drinks and smoked expensive cigars. I left them all there because I wanted to check on you. I ran into Wyatt, Enrique, Joey, Lauren and the rest of the crew in the lobby. They were on their way to a club on the property."

"Joey and the crew were not happy that I begged off hanging out with them, but I just didn't have the energy for any of that."

She'd already endured a surprise bridal luncheon. Although Olivia hadn't listened and had given Joey a surprise shower anyway, she was adamant about not having a shower of her own. She'd even played the "I'm an exhausted pregnant lady" card. But like Olivia, Joey hadn't listened and had closed down one of the resort's restaurants for the event. It was attended by all of the women guests and Enrique, and they'd had a blast.

"That's perfectly okay. Honestly, I would've preferred to stay here with you."

"Aww, thank you, babe." She kissed his chin.

They were quiet for a moment.

"Last chance, Livvie," he whispered. "Last chance to change your mind."

"I am not going to change my mind. What about you?"

"There's only one person who could stop me from making you my wife tomorrow…you."

Olivia turned to look at her fiance. "Fitz, if any bride ever had proof she was truly loved, it is me. And also our baby. You love us both so much."

Fitz looked into her beautiful eyes. "I do, Livvie. I love the both of you." He kissed her softly.

"Well, then," she said. "If I'm the only person who could stop it, looks like there's going to be a wedding!"

He grinned. "That's good to know because I plan to change your last name in about twenty hours from now, lady."

Olivia smiled at him. "I can't wait."

They talked for a while longer before Olivia yawned and Fitz insisted she get some sleep. She walked him to the front door where they stood staring at each other before Fitz wrapped his arms around her and gave her a deep, lingering kiss.

"Well, I guess this is goodbye…Miss Pope."

Olivia nodded. "Yep, I guess so. It's been nice knowing the NFL's most eligible bachelor." She kissed him again.

"Goodnight, Livvie. I'll see you tomorrow evening."

"Goodnight, Fitz. I'll be the one in the white dress, and sporting the pregnant belly."

Fitz chuckled and caressed her belly one last time before opening the door, stepping outside and closing it behind him.

Olivia quickly opened the door again.

"Fitz!"

He stopped and turned to face his love. "Yes, baby?"

"I love you."

"I love you, too. See you tomorrow."

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Mr. and Mrs. Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III…

At five-forty-five the following evening, Maya and Joey Pope sniffed and wiped their tears as they watched the hairstylist put the final touches on Olivia's hair for her big day. The only sound in the room was the shutter from the photographer's camera. Olivia had decided against a veil and had chosen instead to wear a chignon at her nape, adorned with a white orchid.

Maya was also on emotional overload because soon both her children would be married in another hour. Something she couldn't have imagined one year ago.

Though everyone else was emotional, Olivia was quite serene. Nothing seemed to faze her. She was blissfully happy and calm and radiant, and when she was finally helped into her amazing gown, she was beyond stunning. This was the natural culmination of the love that she and Fitz shared. This was the logical next step for them; two people who were in love and committed to each other.

Olivia finally turned to face her mother, Joey and T.C.

"You look amazing, Liv," T.C. said.

Joey nodded, unable to speak.

"Olivia Carolyn, you are so...so beautiful," Maya said tears filling her eyes.

Olivia smiled. "Thank you." She'd asked the makeup artist to create a natural look, and use a very light touch. It was a precautionary measure because she knew she was going to cry it all off anyway, and by the end of the night, she didn't want to look like a different woman than the one who had walked down the aisle. She turned back to the mirrors to look once more. The dress had been altered to perfection and now fit better than it did when it was purchased. It did little to camouflage her bigger bump, but the fit was perfect.

"Is my hair okay or should I change it?" she asked holding back her own tears.

Maya shook her head. "You're perfect just as you are. You really are, and I love you so much. I'll have to hug you after the ceremony. I don't want to mess up perfection before Fitzgerald sees you."

Olivia walked over to her mother and hugged her anyway. "He knows I'm not perfect." When they parted, her smile was huge. "I am so ready to marry that man. I didn't think I could love him anymore than I already do."

"Me either," Joey and T.C. said at the same time.

Everyone burst into laughter, but Olivia didn't care. She was about to marry a good man with whom she was deeply in love. There was a knock on the door before Constance Grant entered, and her eyes immediately filled with tears when she finally saw her future daughter-in-law.

"Oh, Olivia, my son is going to lose his mind when he sees you. You are stunning."

She walked over to Olivia and took her shaking hands into her own. "I am so happy. Another daughter, and a new grandbaby, were more than I could have ever imagined or even wished for."

Olivia's eyes began to tear up again and she fanned her hands in front of her face to stop them from falling.

"Oh no," Joey complained "You're going to ruin your make-up. Pull it together, girlfriend."

Olivia chuckled as the makeup artist dried her tears and repaired her makeup, while Maya and Constance stood watching with an arm around each other.

There was another knock on the door and Joey opened it. There stood her father-in-law, Eli Pope, looking anxious, and handsome in his custom suit.

"Is she ready?" he asked.

She leaned over and pecked his cheek then nodded and stood aside, allowing him to enter.

Olivia turned and Eli saw his daughter for the first time. Whatever he was going to say was suddenly caught in his throat. "Wow!" he finally said, placing a hand over his heart. The heart that she'd stolen the moment he'd first held her in the hospital after she was born. "Wow!"

Everyone smiled.

"Do I look okay, Daddy?"

"You are beautiful, baby girl. Absolutely beautiful. And your mother and I are so proud of you."

"Thank you, Daddy."

He glanced at Constance. "No offense," he said. "Fitz is a fine young man, but he's definitely getting the better end of the deal."

Everybody in the room laughed as Eli pulled his daughter into his arms.

The wedding planner knocked and peeked around the door. "It's Showtime!" she exclaimed. Her assistant stepped around her holding two stunning bouquets, handing one to Joey and the other to T.C.

"Let's not keep Fitzgerald waiting a second longer. He has wanted this from the day he first met you," Constance said. She air kissed Olivia's cheek and hurried out of the suite, followed by Joey and T.C., leaving the three Popes alone.

Maya watched as Eli stood still staring at their daughter. "Guess I'll go take my place," she said and kissed her husband and daughter before leaving the room.

Eli held out his hand for Olivia and she took it willingly and he smiled down at her.

"How lucky can a father be to have a daughter as beautiful and brilliant as you?"

Olivia smiled through her tears. "I was thinking the same thing about how lucky I am to have a father as handsome and distinguished as you."

"Are you ready, baby girl," Eli asked.

Olivia nodded. I'm getting married. I still can't believe it, she thought.

"Yes I am, Daddy."

Eli hugged his daughter again. "Good, because there's a very handsome groom ready and waiting for you."

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Handsome wasn't a fit description to describe the groom. Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III was beyond beautiful.

On a platform beneath an arch of white and purple orchids and roses, he waited. A deep purple boutonniere added a splash of color to his custom sand colored linen suit, sans tie. It was perfectly tailored for his tall, muscular body. He was flanked by his best man, Wyatt Grant, and groomsman, Dre Cruz, both also wearing custom linen suits. Joey and T.C., matron and maid of honor, stood on the opposite side, gorgeous in flowing silk crepe purple dresses. Joey's a high neck halter which exposed her toned shoulders and back, and T.C. in a fit to flare dress with a low backline and high slit. It was sultry, but not enough to steal attention from the bride.

Holding on to her cascading bouquet of purple orchids, white roses and green leaves in one hand, and her father's arm in the other, the details of everything was lost to Olivia. She was consumed with the man with misty eyes, waiting for her.

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As Eli and Olivia rounded the corner toward the beach, the view took her breath away. Every seat was filled with their family and friends. The music suddenly changed and the quartet began to play the wedding march, announcing the bride's arrival. Olivia's uncle asked the guests to stand to their feet. There was a gasp when they got their first look at her and her steps faltered. Olivia couldn't stop the mild trembling of her hands and the butterflies in her stomach.

Eli squeezed his daughter's hand and said in a soothing voice, "Baby girl relax. That man loves you and is going to make a good husband and father. Don't worry you will have a strong marriage."

From the top of the aisle, where she stood with her father, Olivia's eyes locked with Fitz's. As they stared at each other, every ounce of sudden nervousness faded away.

"Are you okay? Are you still nervous?" Eli asked.

Olivia grinned up at her father. "Are you kidding, Daddy? I'm about to marry the most amazing man, the love of my life."

He leaned down to kiss her cheek. "Then let's do this."

Olivia chuckled and they began to make their way down the aisle.

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Olivia continued to stare at Fitz's handsome face. He'd gotten a haircut and a shave, and seemed awestruck as he stared at his bride, his eyes were filled with love for her. She smiled at him feeling as if her heart would burst as they slowly walked toward him, past all their family and friends. He'd never looked sexier.

Fitz's heart stopped the moment Olivia came into view. The dress. He never thought she could be any more beautiful, but once again she had proved him wrong. He watched as her father escorted her to him and when they reached the platform, Fitz stepped down and Eli placed Olivia's hand into his. The two men exchanged a look of understanding.

"Take care of my baby, son."

Fitz grinned. "You know I will."

Eli nodded then stepped back, taking the seat next to his wife who had been wiping away tears ever since her husband and daughter began their walk down the aisle.

Taking his beautiful bride's hand, they stepped onto the platform together and stood staring at each other. As Olivia's uncle, Judge Wright, began to read the thirteenth chapter from the Book of Corinthians, Fitz whispered, "You are stunning, Livvie," he said as he looked her up and down. "I can't keep my eyes off you. I still can't believe you agreed to spend the rest of your life with me."

Olivia smiled. "Believe it, babe. I feel the same way. And you're very handsome."

He winked at his bride.

Judge Wright stopped speaking mid-sentence and smiled at the couple. "Are you two going to let me get through the ceremony without whispering sweet nothings?"

The groom and their guests erupted into loud laughter, while an embarrassed Olivia hid her face in Fitz's chest.

Chuckling, Fitz apologized. "Sorry, Judge. Please continue."

As Judge Wright continued, the couple stared deeply into each other's eyes. Fitz couldn't help himself and lowered his head, lightly kissing her.

"I love you, Livvie."

The judge cleared his throat after being interrupted again. "The groom usually kisses his bride after I pronounce them husband and wife."

"Sorry about that, Judge," Fitz said though he really wasn't.

"Good. Let's get started so you can kiss your wife instead of your bride."

"I'm ready," Fitz said without taking his eyes off his bride.

Minutes later, beneath a sunset sky, with the sounds of the Caribbean Sea behind them, Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III and Olivia Carolyn Pope exchanged vows and promises to love, honor cherish and respect one another for the rest of their lives, and rings.

When Judge Wright told him he could finally salute his bride, Fitz took his wife's face in his large hands. "I love you, Olivia Grant." He gently wiped away her tears and lowered his head for their first kiss as husband and wife. He tried to convey just how much he loved her in the tender but passionate kiss, while applause, cheers and catcalls sounded all around them.

Wyatt elbowed him. "All right, that's enough. Save some for later."

There was more laughter from those assembled.

Reluctantly, Fitz lifted his head and Olivia reached up and gently touched his face. "This is the happiest day of my life. I love you, Fitz."

"I love you more."

They finally turned to face their guests.

"Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you, Mr. and Mrs. Fitzgerald Thomas Grant, III."

Their guests erupted into thunderous applause again, and Fitz whispered near her ear. "I can't wait to get you alone."

Olivia laughed. "Same here, babe."

Minutes later, everyone filed out of the private area of the beach and into the air conditioned tent for the reception, while the newly married Mr. and Mrs. Grant, their wedding party and immediate family members stayed behind for pictures.

Just before nine that night, and after more pictures, her sorority sweetheart song, food, food and more food, cutting the cake, multiple toasts and dancing, Fitz and Olivia slipped away from the still lively reception to the private villa with a private beach where they would spend the next ten days.

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Honeymoon in Anguilla…

Fitz lifted his new wife into his arms and carried her across the threshold and into the house. He kissed her before lowering her to the floor, and hand in hand they slowly walked around their home for the next ten days. When they finally made their way upstairs to the master suite, Olivia gasped. There were tea light candles and beautiful bouquets of orchids on every surface.

She turned and smiled at him. "You definitely requested the orchids," she told her husband before kissing his lips.

Fitz grinned and nodded. "I definitely did."

"It's all so beautiful, baby. Thank you for this week, and our beautiful wedding ceremony. You did good."

Fitz reached out and wiped her tears with the pad of this thumb. "You don't have to thank me, Livvie." He kissed her before taking her hand and leading her out onto the terrace overlooking the pool.

"I'll be right back."

Olivia watched as her husband went back inside before turning back to the beach. It wasn't long before she heard the opening chords to the Stevie Wonder song they'd first danced to earlier as husband and wife. It was Olivia's favorite. She'd told Fitz the story about the night before her first day of kindergarten. She was anxious and nervous, and couldn't sleep. Her father had come into her room with the "Songs in the Key of Life" album and played it for her on her vintage record player. It wasn't until this song came on that she'd finally closed her eyes and was lulled to sleep. It had been a favorite ever since.

"Hey, you," she whispered as she felt her husband's muscular arms wrap around her waist from behind. Fitz's only response was to start singing along with Stevie.

"Just as all is born is new, do know what I say is true…."

Olivia closed her eyes and leaned back against her husband's solid chest and sang along with him.

"That I'll be loving you always."

They swayed together to the music, singing, until Fitz turned her around to face him. He was barefoot and had removed his jacket, and untucked his shirt. They continued to sing as Fitz swung his wife out and back to his chest.

"Can you believe Ty caught the garter?" she asked.

Fitz chuckled and kissed her fragrant neck. As always, she was wearing his favorite perfume, Eau De Charlotte by Annick Goutal. It was the one fragrance that hadn't sent her running to the bathroom. "Trust me, I tried to keep it away from him."

Olivia laughed. "Well it looks as if T has him wrapped around her finger."

"Of course she does. It's hard denying that Grant charm." He grinned and Olivia rolled her eyes at her husband.

They continued to move slowly in sync to Stevie, her arms around his neck, singing softly together.

Until the day the earth starts turning right to left (Always)
Until the earth just for the sun denies itself (I'll be loving you forever)
Until dear Mother Nature says her work is through (Always)
Until the day that you are me and I am you (Always)
Until the rainbow burns the stars out in the sky
Until the ocean covers every mountain high (Always)

"Your singing voice is actually beautiful, babe."

"As is your everything, Mrs. Grant," he said, deep and sexy, kissing her neck and her bare shoulder.

Olivia threw her head back allowing her husband better access to her neck to work his magic.

"Olivia Grant," she whispered, "I like the sound of that."

"I like your taste," Fitz said, tasting her neck again. "But what happened to Olivia Pope-Grant?"

Olivia looked into his eyes and chuckled. "We discussed this in Miami."

"Yeah we did, didn't we?" Fitz slid a hand to her bump and caressed it before moving up to her tender and sensitive breasts. Finally he moved both hands to the zipper at the back of her dress and lowered it. He looked at her again. "I want the pleasure of removing this beautiful dress from your beautiful body."

"So do I, baby." Olivia reached up and begun to unbutton Fitz's shirt and then removed it. She stripped her husband until he was gloriously naked and gorgeous before her.

Fitz slowly slid the gown from his wife's body and helped her step out of it before tossing it on a nearby chair. Olivia stood before him wearing white soft, stretchy scalloped lace low rise boy shorts, that sat below her bump, a matching lace strapless bra, and four-inch white satin Jimmy Choo platform open toe sandals, with all-over pearl embellishments. He let out a low whistle and then reached out and removed the orchid from her chignon, then one by one the pins holding it in place, until her hair cascaded over her shoulders and down her back.

Olivia was a hot, wet mess as Fitz began slowly kissing his way down her body, using his teeth to strip her panties down her legs and from her body. He then kissed his way back up to her belly, pausing to whisper something to Baby Grant, before continuing to kiss up her body. Fitz stood and reached behind her and unhooked her bra, allowing her breasts to spill free. He tossed the lace onto the chair with her dress. When she was wearing only her shoes, he took her hand and guided her to a chaise lounge on the terrace. He sat on the edge and pulled her onto his lap, straddling his body. Lowering his head, he used his tongue to massage her already sensitive nipples. Olivia cried out as he gently nipped one then other with his teeth.

"Fitz…please."

"Oh, Livvie, I promise to."

Olivia couldn't stop her body from squirming, nor could she stop begging and pleading. Fitz lifted his wife and moved them further up the chaise until he rested comfortably against the back of the chair. He then guided her legs on either side of him. Dr. Goodrich had assured them intercourse was perfectly fine, even recommended. Still, Fitz was extremely careful. He held her hips as he gently lifted her and eased her down onto his long, thick and hard inches, until they were pelvis to pelvis.

Olivia gasped and wrapped her arms around her husband's thick neck and buried her face against his shoulder.

"I love you, Mrs. Grant," he grunted as he sat up so Olivia could wrap her legs around his back.

She was so caught up in the pleasure, she could only nod. Fitz grabbed her ass as she began to ride him, grinding her hips in a circular motion and rising off him, then plunging back down. Fitz took a nipple into her mouth.

"That's it, Livvie," he said softly, encouraging her. "Yes." The more he spoke, the more turned on she was. Olivia rode him, her body seemingly with a mind of its own, pumping and thrusting until she felt a tingling sensation start deep in her pelvis and throughout her body as she came long and hard. Fitz wasn't far behind as he clung to her hips while thrusting into her body and yelling out her name as he came.

Sated, they eventually left the terrace and walked back into the bedroom and into the large glass walk-in shower which looked out at the sea. They washed each others bodies before finally going to bed for the first time as husband and wife, and making love twice more. The sun was barely on the horizon when they finally fell asleep in a tangle of limbs and mutual exhaustion. When the late afternoon sun shone through the windows of the bedroom, and Baby Grant woke Olivia, they ordered brunch, fed each other and made love once again.

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Ten days. That's how many days they spent honeymooning in Anguilla. Ten days of laughter, delicious food, island sun, spa treatments, walking along their private beach, and of course, making love. Ten days and nine nights of beautiful, incredible loving. Olivia had read several mommy blogs where mothers-to-be said pregnant sex was some of the best. Truth or fiction, the honeymoon orgasms had Mr. and Mrs. Fitzgerald Thomas Grant, III totally and completed addicted and satisfied.

Day 5…

The couple lay in bed after yet another powerful orgasm, with Olivia spooned against her husband, her butt to his crotch, his hand caressing their baby.

"I think this is even better than our time in Maldives," Fitz said and kissed her curls.

"Really? Why?"

"We're married and you are mine forever."

Olivia chuckled. "That was true before we got married."

"I know but it just feels different now that we've said our vows in front of family and friends. You're stuck with me now, Olivia Grant."

Olivia laughed but felt a strange sensation, and suddenly became quiet, waiting to feel it again.

"Are you okay?" Fitz asked concern on his face "Livvie?"

Olivia took his hand and pressed it against her small rounded belly and waited.

"Did you feel that?" she asked, her voice filled with excitement and sheer wonder.

"Feel what?"

"The baby moved."

Fitz quickly rose up on an elbow and looked at her belly, as if he could see the fluttering inside.

Olivia became emotional and turned onto her back, looking up at her husband. "I felt the baby move for the first time," she said in awe.

Fitz gave her that lopsided grin as he massaged her belly, the platinum wedding band she'd put on his finger, glinting in the light.

"Hi, Bean." He leaned down speaking softly. "Mommy and daddy can't wait to meet you. We love you so much."

Olivia reached out and tenderly stoked her husband's head. "You're so good to us, and such an incredible man."

Fitz took her hand and kissed her palm. "Are you ready for the rest of our life together?"

"Is that how long you plan to love me?"

Fitz grinned. "That plus eternity," he said as he straddled her body. "Definitely longer than fifty years."

"Well yes, I'm ready," she said massaging the back of his neck.

"My wife," he whispered before lowering his lips to hers.

Olivia smiled against his lips and murmured. "My husband."

TBC