AN: Fair warning: Olivia cries a lot in this chapter. Hope you guys enjoy!
The morning of her birthday, Olivia woke to Fitz's deep baritone voice in her ears, singing to her.
"Happy birthday to you… happy birthday… to you." His voice was beautiful and smooth. His lips even smoother as they trailed kisses across her shoulder. "Happy birthday My Dear Livvie…"
Olivia let out a soft chuckle as she stretched. She could hardly pretend to continue sleeping when he was so excited behind her. She could hear the happiness and playfulness in his tone. She cracked an eye open to look at the time. Then she groaned.
"Babeee. It's the weekend and it's 4:55am!" Olivia complained.
Fitz threw the blanket off her and turned her on her back. He kissed her chin. "Wrong! It's your birthday my love!"
Forget excited. He was ecstatic! Where did he find the energy so fucking early? It was above Olivia.
Meanwhile, Olivia groaned as she rubbed her eyes.
"Come on, come on, come on! Let me see those pretty eyes." Fitz begged.
Olivia laughed. Then finally she reluctantly opened her eyes, only to find Fitz patiently beaming at her. She softened instantly. How could she be annoyed with him when he looked so handsome and adorable and happy?
"Hi handsome." She smiled.
Fitz felt his heart skip three beats. His lips were on hers in the next breath and he completely melted at the way she was laughing in between their silly, love-filled kiss. Soon they were interrupted by the sound of Olivia's cell ringing with an incoming call. It was her mom.
"It's mom." Olivia said. "She's usually the first to wish me happy birthday, yenno?"
Fitz grinned. "I know. Why do you think I woke you up precisely at 4:55? I wanted to be the one to tell you happy birthday first this year." He said proudly. He didn't miss a beat before he launched into some stats. "Olivia Carolyn Pope, born January 31st at 5:00am EST, weighing 7 pounds, 2 ounces."
Olivia raised her eyebrows. How he knew all of this was beyond her. But she was completely amused and a smile threatened to permanently etch itself on her face. "You're obsessed with me!" She teased.
"Pshh, old news." Fitz said completely unfazed as he locked his lips with hers again. "Happy birthday, Baby! I'm so glad you were born." He peppered as many kisses as he could across her face before she missed her mother's call. "Now answer her before she kills us both."
Olivia answered giddily. "Hi momma!" She was smiling big as her mom instantly launched into serenading her. She played in Fitz's hair as she listened. She felt so loved. "Thanks mommy!" She said at the end of Maya's song.
"Fitz actually beat you to it this year though." Olivia confessed.
"Darn!" Maya yelped. "He's good. I should've known he was up to something when he was pumping me up for information about your birth, during lunch last week."
Olivia's eyes widened. "You and my mother are having lunch together without me?" She asked Fitz. "When did this start happening?"
"Nevermind that." Fitz quickly shushed her with another kiss. "Let's not focus on these details. Jealousy would be such an ugly color on you."
At the same time, Maya was in her ears, saying something about how Olivia doesn't get to hog him just cause they're dating. He was her son-in-law after all.
Olivia couldn't believe what she was hearing. And when the hell does he find the time, anyways? On a good day without traffic, her mother still lived 2.5 hours away.
"Et tu, Brute?!"
She spoke to her mom for another few minutes. Her mom said she intended on throwing her a nice brunch the following weekend and expected her at the house. It was going to be a whole family thing. After confirming the details of her special day, which was not much; as far as Olivia was concerned, she said her "I love yous" and "goodbyes", then hung up with her mom.
She put her phone away on the night table and then refocused her attention back to her boyfriend. He was currently kneeling next to her while he removed his t-shirt. On his pillow sat a mysterious black box. Though it greatly peaked Olivia's curiosity, she had much more distracting things in her direct line of sight.
"Ready for your first present?" Fitz asked, shifting his body in between Olivia's legs.
She instantly widened her legs more to accommodate him. He ran the tip of his fingers up her legs tantalizingly. Then slowly, he started pushing up the material of her silk slip dress.
Once he got it up to her chest, Olivia rose slightly so he could remove it over her head. He tossed the material and drew her lips in a possessive kiss. Olivia took the opportunity to feel him up, running her hands across his back, his shoulders, his muscled pecs as his tongue rolled inside her mouth. Just as soon as a moan escaped her throat, he pushed her back against the pillow.
Fitz smiled down at her, all sprawled on the bed. His eyes were filled with love, lust and mischief. He traced the shape of her face. From her eyebrows, across her temple, down her cheek, her nose, until his thumb stopped against her lips. Without breaking eye contact, Olivia opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the finger. Fitz felt his cock jump in his boxers as she started sucking on his thumb, slowly, teasingly.
Game so fucking on, he thought. But he knew one day she would be the death of him.
When he couldn't handle watching her suck on his finger anymore, Fitz leaned down and replaced his thumb with his mouth. His hands continued south as he cupped her beautiful, taut breasts. Using his thumbs and index fingers, he rolled each nipple between his digits. Olivia broke the kiss in a gasp. She scooted up higher against the pillow, arching her chest more in his hands as she wrapped her legs around his hips.
Fitz brought her lips back to his, grinding his stiff cock into her. He continued to play with her breasts. Teasing her with soft caresses with the tip of his fingers, pinching and pulling on her hardened nipples. He kissed her until she was drunk and mewling beneath him. He leaned his forehead against hers, watching her every expression as she regained her breath.
"You didn't answer me, beautiful." He mumbled.
Fingers tangled in his hair, Olivia grinded against him again. He was so fucking hard and yet completely resolved. Meanwhile, she was completely worked up and impatient. It was driving her fucking insane. And he knew it too. She kissed his upper lip. He grinned. She bit the lower, gently. He growled, jerking his hips into her. He poked his tongue out to lick hers.
"What's in the box?" She answered.
"It's part two of your first present." Fitz replied vaguely.
Both intrigued and turned on, Olivia looked into his glazed eyes. "Then what's part one?"
"You've heard of birthday kisses right?" Out of nowhere, he pulled her by the legs, laying her completely flat on the bed. Olivia squealed as he started peppering her face with kisses, counting each one. By the time he reached her chin, he was at number seven. She felt exhilarated.
His stubble tickled as he continued south, spreading them across her chest. He took his time and paid special attention to the girls. About then, Olivia felt her stomach starting to flutter as uncontrollable moans spilled from her throat. He was such a skilled and passionate man in the art of foreplay. He used the perfect amount of tongue and teeth to bring her to peak. And just like the tease that he is, as soon as she started to lose her sanity again, he moved on. Kissing her tummy, swirling his magical tongue inside her navel.
Olivia leaned up in anticipation. He was so close, yet so far from where she really needed him. Before he let himself get further down, he reached for the mysterious box. Then he spread her legs, making more space for himself so he can be comfy as he proceeded to peel her underwear with his teeth.
"Oh my Lord…" Olivia threw her head back, breathing heavily.
Fitz looked up at her under his lashes, smirking. He loved making her so crazed. And the best part, he was nowhere near through with her.
Tossing her panties, he kissed up her legs, trailing his fingers between her thighs. He felt her stomach tense up as her legs started shaking in anticipation. He used his tongue to lick between the crevice of her hips and thighs. He heard her choke on her breath.
"Are you okay sweetheart?" He taunted.
Olivia looked down at him. "You're a wicked, wicked man and you're trying to kill me!" She whined. "How could you torture me like this on my birthday?"
Amused, Fitz quipped, "You love it."
He brought his fingers into the mix, strumming his thumb ever so lightly over her clit. Olivia shivered. "Fuck, I do." She moaned. "Please baby, do something!"
Fitz inhaled deeply. He was starting to feel tortured too. She smelled so fucking good. He used his middle finger to gently open her folds. She was fucking glistening.
"Livvie…" He pleaded. Stunned.
Olivia grinded against his finger, hoping for some friction. It wasn't enough. She was desperate. One little lick. She was sure she would come undone. "Baby please!" She begged again.
Fitz sunk his teeth into the flesh of her inner thigh. Her hips came off the bed as she looked down at him. He reached up to pinch her nipples. She gasped. "Do it again."
And he did; biting gently at the other thigh. Her eyes were closed, her lips captured between her teeth and the faintest of smiles against her lips. Deciding that she didn't want to play his games anymore, Olivia grabbed his head and placed his face squarely against her pussy. His warm breath made her swollen clit throb unbearably.
"Feast. Now." She commanded fiercely.
Fitz's face broke into a wide smile. He loved it when she got all bossy and direct with him.
"With pleasure." He said before diving in.
He locked his arms around her thighs to keep her steady as he tongued her pussy down. Her hips were restless, fighting against the power of his tongue. He alternated between delving in and out of her warm heat, and sucking gently on her clit. She was a mess above him. Writhing. Mewling. Desperate as she tethered close to the edge.
"Don't stop!" Olivia implored.
And what a man he was. He didn't switch tempo in the slightest. Instead, he simply pulled her closer and squeezed her thighs as he continued to suck and flick his tongue against her clit. She gyrated. Fighting again. But it was mostly a war with herself. Olivia couldn't decide if she wanted him closer or if she wanted him off her altogether as she started cumming. Fortunately for her, she didn't have to make decisions at all at the moment. He was in control. And she was at his mercy. Her only job was to feel and lose herself in this mind-blowing space between insanity and bliss.
"This can't be real…" Olivia mumbled.
He pushed her legs up, and spread her ass. Soon, she felt his tongue circling at the rim of her asshole. Her toes curled as she screamed, grabbing the sheets. The feeling was indescribable and heavenly. And just when she thought she couldn't feel anymore tormented and feral, she felt him sliding something cool inside her. She clenched involuntarily.
"Relax and trust me." Fitz instructed. "This is part two."
Taking in short labored deep breaths, she willed her muscles to relax as he commanded. Slowly, the rounded tip of what she now could guess was an anal plug entered her with more ease. She gasped at the feeling of being stretched so deliciously and unexpectedly. The feelings felt strange and overwhelming and delightful. And just when she didn't think she could handle anymore, she felt a low, yet powerful vibration coming from the device. At the same time, Fitz started rubbing her clit again. The combined sensation was way too much for her to handle and she kicked Fitz in an attempt to break free.
"Oooh, what the fuuuuck!" She pushed Fitz's hand away and brought her legs to her chest as she started convulsing uncontrollably.
Olivia thought she felt her soul leave her body as she came to a full body climax that left her quaking and unable to think, breathe or hear.
After their exhilarating copulation, Fitz let Olivia go back to bed for a bit, whilst he made some quiet calls to ensure that the day's events were set to unfold according to plan. He was so excited that he could hardly sit still for too long.
When the 8:45 alarm that he'd set for Olivia went off, he went back to the room to wake her. They were due in Midtown Manhattan for brunch reservations at 10:30am. And the restaurant had a strict policy on tardiness. Knowing his girl as well as he did, he figured she might need extra time to get ready, especially given the special occasion.
Olivia woke, but not without a fight. She was still blissfully worn out and couldn't fathom leaving her warm bed for any reason.
"Come on, pretty girl. Up, up, up." Fitz pushed the duvet off her and pulled her to a sitting position.
Groaning, Olivia stretched before she sat up, rubbing her eyes. "Okay, okaaay!" She whined. "But let it be known, this is against my civil rights." She exaggerated.
Fitz found her antics to be amusing most days. Even more so when she was trying to negotiate more sleep or being lazy.
"You're silly, mama." Fitz picked her naked body off the bed and wrapped her legs around his waist. He headed straight for the adjoined bathroom.
Once there, he turned on the shower and let the steam rise. Then he sat Olivia on the sink and kissed her lips as they waited for the hot water to reach its max.
Olivia grabbed his face and asked, "Where are we going anyways?"
Fitz kissed her again. "Something very French and fancy. I'm not telling you anything else."
Olivia squinted at him. She desperately wanted to be nosey but he was hellbent on making her special day be one filled with surprises. It made her giddy. And it helped that she could hardly refuse him a thing.
"Fine. Are you gonna shower with me?" She asked.
Fitz glanced down at her nakedness and licked his lips. "Are you gonna behave?" He jested.
Rolling her eyes at his insinuation, Olivia exclaimed, "The nerve! The gall, the audacity and the gumption!"
Fitz shook his head, amused once again. That's what he gets for falling in love with a school teacher.
They managed to shower together without riling each other up too much. Olivia shampooed Fitz's hair and he returned the favor by soaping and scrubbing her body. Soon enough, they were both clean and out of the bathroom.
It was a race to get ready as it was already past 9am. While Olivia moisturized her skin, Fitz took his time coiffing his wet hair. And by the time he began dressing, Olivia had already started her makeup, her Spotify playlist in full blast in the room.
Fitz valued comfort as much as he valued style. And he kept those two things in mind as he dressed for the day. He wore dark, Italian stretch chinos, a light blue crisp button down shirt with a couple buttons undone. And on top, he threw on his favorite navy blue, Polo pullover sweater. He hated to do it, but he sadly had to wear his thick, black rimmed glasses too since his contact prescriptions were done. All in all, he looked simple, yet devastatingly handsome.
"Baby!" He hollered from the closet.
"Yeah?" Olivia answered.
"Have you seen my black belt anywhere?" He asked.
Olivia sighed and put down her blending brush. Men and their temporary blindness when it comes to looking for things. She stood up and went to him in the closet.
As soon as her eyes landed on Fitz however, Olivia forgot what she was there to help him with. He looked so fucking incredibly sexy in his outfit, and that was enough to give her a one track mind. In her opinion, the sluttiest thing a man can do is dress well and smell good. He was both. And she was powerless against her next course of actions.
She walked up to him, raised herself on her tippy toes and slammed her lips against his. Taken aback, Fitz stumbled on his feet and Olivia took the opportunity to back him up against the walls as the kiss deepened.
She was needy and aggressive. A combination Fitz usually loved and felt powerless against as well. Her tongue slipped past his lips and he eagerly sucked, grabbing her by her neck to pull her closer into him as her fingers tangled in his damp hair.
Too soon, her lips were leaving his as she lowered herself to her knees.
Breathlessly, Fitz fought against the fog in his brain. She'd stolen all of his oxygen and now she was in one of his favorite positions, making him lose his mind. He looked at his watch for the time. 9:25am flashed back at him. Fitz banged his head against the wall. They needed to be out of here in the next 35 minutes if they had any hopes of making it to brunch on time. But he's never been one to turn down a blowjob from Olivia Pope.
"Have mercy on me baby!" He pleaded.
All of it fell to deaf's ears as Olivia unbuttoned and unzipped his pants.
"We really don't have time for this." Fitz stressed, trying to reason with her. But nope. She pulled his pants and boxer-briefs down and his cock sprung free, eager for attention.
"I only need five minutes." Olivia smirked.
And then in a flash, her lips were wrapped around his cock as she bobbed her head against his shaft, urging him to fuck her mouth. His hips had a mind of their own and pretty soon, he was locked under her spell. With his fist wrapped around her hair, he encouraged her to suck him harder, whispering all sorts of nasty everythings to her. Moans of pure ecstasy left his throat as he felt himself lose all inhibition. He had no sense of time, sanity or rational thought. He was fucking ruined.
So they were late…
As they rode in the back of an Uber to Midtown, Olivia's focus was solely on her cell phone as she responded to countless birthday messages from friends and family.
She was reading Abby's sweet paragraph to her, and had to stop herself from tearing up a few times as she read her best friend's sincere, and heartfelt words. The sentiments almost made up for the fact that she hasn't seen her best friend much throughout her birthday month. But Abby vowed to make it up to her big time, so it was water under the Manhattan Bridge as far as Olivia was concerned.
Their conversation moved to the general group chat when Olivia shared several pictures of herself and a selfie with Fitz she had taken before she left. Her notifications were flooded with emojis and GIFS from her friends hyping her up.
Cece: Goddamn you two look good together!
Quinn emphasized Cece's message.
Olivia put the phone away once she felt Fitz's lips at the crown of her head. Seconds later, the driver began to slow down to a stop as the GPS told him he arrived at their destination.
"We're here." Fitz said.
He got out first and then circled around to Olivia's side to safely escort her out on the sidewalk. He closed the door and banged on the hood of the car as a nonverbal "thank you" to the driver. The driver peeled off seconds later.
"Come on." He laced his fingers with Olivia's and proceeded to guide them to their stop, just fifty feet away.
Fitz opened a door to an enormously beautiful building with high ceilings. He found the elevator and called the lift for a ride to the second floor. They got on and up they went.
Less than ten seconds later, the elevator came to a stop on the second floor and they both stepped out. In front of them were large double doors and a plaque on the wall that read "Baccarat Hotel" in big bold silver letters.
Fitz ushered Olivia through the double doors and her jaw dropped as soon as she stepped into the establishment. Immediately, Olivia's senses were overwhelmed. So much beauty, so many different smells, so many distinctive conversations that blended with the music. The atmosphere gave her a jolt of excitement for 11am.
As they waited for the couple ahead of them to be checked in, Olivia scoped out the place some more. A waiter had just passed with a tray of baked goodies and the scrumptious smell slapped her in the face and made her stomach grumble hungrily. Next Olivia marveled at the décor. It was so chic, modern and French. High ceilings, large cathedral windows, sparkling French crystal chandeliers, farmhouse table sets with cushioned seating. There wasn't a hair out of place. Sommeliers and staff moved about like perfectly trained robots. In other words, this was a top tier establishment.
"You weren't kidding." Olivia whispered to Fitz. "This is posh."
Fitz only smiled.
They were up next to check in. The woman at the reception desk was a brunet who wore a megawatt smile. Her outfit was bland, but she had an incredibly pretty face, which was enhanced by cheap store bought makeup and she wore her hair up in a high ponytail. She stood straight and her posture was inviting as she greeted them.
"Welcome to the Baccarat Hotel. My name is Veronica. How may I serve you?"
Olivia smiled at the woman but let Fitz speak since he knew the details of their reservation.
"Thank you." Fitz answered politely. "We have reservations under Pope. Sorry we're a little bit late. Traffic was a nightmare."
He looked at Olivia the entire time, as if compelling her to feel shame. But she only hid her face behind his arm and laughed to herself. With any luck, she won't have much to be remorseful about in life. But what happened in that closet before they left was definitely not something she felt close to remorseful about. She enjoyed it too much.
"Not a problem. May I take your coats?" Veronica asked.
"Yes please." They both nodded in unison.
It took a few seconds for the exchange to be made. Coats for a small ticket with a number on it, which Fitz gave Olivia to store in her purse.
"Perfect, my colleague Edgar will escort you to your tables." Veronica said. "Bonne appétit and enjoy your stay with us."
The maître d, Edgar introduced himself and grabbed menus, then instructed them to follow him.
As they walked, Veronica was able to catch a good look at Olivia and she was blown away. She felt both envious and inspired. Not only was Olivia drop-dead gorgeous but she also has impeccable fashion taste judging by her outfit. She wore this bright orange lantern sleeve, ruffle hem, belted shirt dress. White thigh high leather Chanel boots. She had on these white daisy earrings hanging from her lobes and her makeup was flawless.
Veronica couldn't stop herself from complimenting. That's what she'd want someone to do for her if she looked that good.
"Excuse me, Miss?"
Olivia turned. "Yes?"
"You look absolutely stunning. Just wanted to tell you."
Olivia placed her hand on her chest, indicating that she was moved by the compliment. She bowed as best as she could and winked. "Thank you. So do you."
Veronica smiled and returned back to doing her job. Grabbing the walkie talkie under her desk, she spoke, "VIP en route to the Grand Salon. Staff for the Pope party be alert."
"So what do we think so far?" Fitz asked in an attempt to totally distract Olivia.
She ran her palm up and down his back. "I like it. A lot." Olivia responded. "I can't wait to try the food, it looks scrumptious." As they passed numerous tables, Olivia saw a waiter go by with a tray that carried a dish of buttery lobster topped with a remoulade sauce and caviar. It made her drool.
Olivia was so distracted by all the food that she completely missed the fact that they had left the main floor and were now walking into a private suite. Nothing prepared her for the chorus of "SURPRISE!" she was met by from her entire family, both on her mom's and dad's side.
"What the heck!" She nearly tripped as she doubled back. Fitz grabbed her and brought her back in. Her heart was racing and thumping against her ribcage and then she suddenly had big tears in her eyes as she made out the faces in the room. Her parents were present, along with her aunts, uncles, and cousins. Some of whom she knew had to fly in from other states.
She looked up at Fitz, completely stunned and speechless. Her jaw couldn't leave the floor.
"Babe, what did you do?" She cried as she saw her cousin Isaac, he had a little baby boy that he was bouncing on his hips who looked to be the spitting image of him, only a little lighter in skin tone. Bamboozled didn't even begin to cover it. Olivia hasn't seen Isaac in a million years. Ever since he moved out to the west coast after college.
She lost it further when Isaac walked up to her and hugged her with the baby. "Hey cuz."
The whole room awed as Olivia lifted the bubbly little boy out of Isaac's grasp. As if the eight month old already knew they were family, he melted against Olivia with a toothless grin.
"Oh my gawd. I need to be sedated!" Olivia cried.
"Hell, me too!" Maya interjected.
Next her parents walked up to her and she handed the baby back as her dad enveloped her in one of his bear hugs.
"Happy birthday, Puppy." Dominic whispered in her ears. Olivia simply sobbed.
Soon, Maya joined in on the hug, kissing Olivia's cheeks. Maya beckoned for Fitz to join them and he obliged, squeezing into the threesome.
"We got her ass good!" Maya boasted.
Olivia nodded. "You did. You really did. I can't believe this."
When they pulled away, Maya grabbed a napkin from a waiter and gently dabbed at Olivia's tears, careful not to wipe her makeup.
"Isaac has a baby mama!" Olivia said in shock.
"Yeah." Maya said. "He's gonna move back here next month. New Jersey though."
Olivia looked at Isaac with big eyes. He nodded back at her.
"I'm gonna cry again." Her lips quivered
"Don't, Vie." Maya mildly chastised. "You're gonna ruin your face and you look too incredible for all that." She rested her forehead against Olivia's until she calmed down. Then she placed a kiss on Liv's lips. "Happy Birthday to us, sweetheart."
Olivia fought against the flood of new tears as she hugged her mom again.
Once Liv regained her composure, she made the rounds around the room - hugging and greeting her other family members. She dragged Fitz along with her, refusing to let go of his arm. He was also meeting some of these people for the first time. After the intros and accepting many birthday wishes, hugs and heavy closed envelopes from her elders, they all sat for food.
The energy in the room could only be described as celestial. There was a magical buzz in the room that Olivia could only attribute to the presence and love of her grandmother in the room, joining them in spirit for celebration. And she soaked it all up as she remained present for every moment.
The laughter was pure, the conversations energizing, and the food exceptional. The ambiance continued for a little over two hours as top shelf champagne and delightful cocktails floated across the room.
Olivia practically kidnapped Isaac's baby. He wasn't fussy at all. He was right at home on her lap as she fed him fruits and crumbs of cakes. Olivia only started to tear up again when her parents took to the grand-baby piano at the corner of the room to serenade her to their remixed version of "Isn't She Lovely".
But this time she wasn't the only one crying. There wasn't a dry eye in the room by the time the song finished.
"So mister, any more surprises I should be made aware of." Olivia stared lovingly into Fitz's eyes as they waited for an Uber in front of the hotel.
She still was in disbelief over the last 2.5 hours. She couldn't believe the effort and planning that went into getting most of her family into one singular location to celebrate her birthday. And the fact that he was able to keep this a secret from her was the most impressive and amazing thing she's ever experienced. She loved him, she loved him, she loved him! And she wanted to shout it on every rooftop in New York City.
"Plenty more." Fitz teased, pinching her nose.
Olivia beamed, bouncing in his arms. "Tell me!" She demanded.
Yet again, Fitz's lips were tighter than Fort Knox.
"Absolutely not." He answered. Right then, he spotted the plates for their next Uber and signaled for the driver to pull up at the curb where it would be safer for them to board.
He grabbed Olivia's hands and led her to the car. Once they were safely buckled in, Olivia threw her legs over Fitz's thighs and laid her head against his chest, an unerasable smile on her lips.
She was deliriously happy and emotional and maybe a little bit buzzed.
She looked up, only to find that Fitz was already staring at her with the same love-sick look mirrored against her own face. It was sickening how in love and in sync they were.
"What?" Fitz asked.
Olivia shrugged. "I love you." She answered. "And just in case I forget to say it later, I want you to know now that this has been the best birthday of my life. Thank you so much for making me feel so special and loved."
Fitz smiled brightly at her. "You deserve it, Fireball." He drew her lips in a sweet kiss.
They kept it short, soft and sweet. After all, they had an audience. When he pulled away, he stroked her cheek and returned her sentiments. "I love you too, by the way."
Olivia wrapped her arm around his torso and focused back on the view of the city. They were still in midtown, and she wondered for the second time again where they were going. Fitz wasn't being forthcoming. At first she thought they were going home but he would've told her that.
She was in fear and excitement of what else awaited her. She didn't think he could outdo her second surprise of the day.
But still, she was nothing if not persistent so she asked, "Where are we going again?"
Fitz didn't dignify her with an answer. Instead, he placed his palm over her mouth to shut her up. Her laughter muffled under his palm.
Olivia removed his hand and kissed his wrist. "Fine, I won't ask anymore questions."
Seven minutes later, their uber driver came to a stop at a curb to drop them off. Still in Midtown. Fitz helped her out like the well-mannered gentleman he was raised to be. Their destination was across the street. They waited patiently for the lights to change. Once it did, they crossed quickly and then Fitz ushered her into yet another old New York building. A quick lift to the second floor again, and they arrived.
This time, they were at a beautiful salon called Federico Salon & Spa. Olivia's eyes widened. She's heard of this place but she didn't think it was real, considering it takes a million years to get an appointment here.
While she gawked at every inch of the building, Fitz checked in for her reservation.
The place was minimalistically inspired with white walls and marbled white floors. There were high ceilings in which fluorescent recessed lights hung. And the furniture was mostly black and white. There were framed pictures of stunning models, some of whom she recognized. Music was playing and the entire place smelled of expensive beauty products, shiny hair and money.
Seconds after they were checked in, a medium height Italian man came strutting towards them in a pristine Giorgio Armani suit with an apron over it. It was the owner, Federico, himself.
"No fucking way!" Olivia murmured as she recognized the man.
This man was a fucking artist with a pair of scissors and some hair. He's styled every model from New York to Milan and Paris for fashion shows. She couldn't believe her eyes.
She nudged Fitz. "Babe! Do you know who that is?" She whisper-yelled.
Fitz shrugged. "I haven't the faintest idea. But Tristan said you'd go nuts like you are right now so I booked him."
What the fuck?! Was there anyone he didn't include in planning this day for her?
Olivia quickly recovered, in time to pick her jaw off her floor to shake Federico's hand once he was standing across from them.
"Ms. Pope, Mr. Grant. Welcome!" He spoke with flair and Olivia fucking loved her name coming out of his mouth in his thick italian accent.
Fitz shook the man's hand while Olivia remained in Lala-Land. "Thanks for fitting her in on such short notice."
Federico smiled charmingly. "It's no trouble at all. Any friend of Tristan Velez is a friend of mine."
"Appreciate it." Fitz nodded.
"Bene!" Federico clapped his hands together. "I hear we are celebrating today. Happiest of birthdays!" He offered his best wishes to Olivia.
She could only smile. "Thank you!" Olivia accepted. Glancing at Fitz, she added, "It's been filled with wonderful surprises thus far."
"As it should be." Federico winked. "You're one lucky man." He said to Fitz.
Fitz agreed. "Absolutely."
"Alright! What don't we jump right into the glam. Let me get your crew ready and then we'll pop some bubbly and get right to pampering you up. You're already stunning so you won't need to do too much, but that said, I hope to leave you stunned at your transformation."
Olivia giggled excitedly. "Sounds good to me."
"Great, be right back!" Federico said.
While they waited for the business owner's return, Fitz titled Olivia's chin up to look into her eyes. She was practically a cartoon. He laughed.
"You happy?" He asked.
"Thrilled!" Olivia exclaimed. "Fitz, he's a hair master. He once styled Naomi Campbell. And you planned this with Tristan? You really do love me."
Fitz was amused. He loved this. "Well, Golly, imagine that." He teased. "Of course I love you, woman."
Olivia rolled her eyes at his jest. "What are you gonna do while I'm here being pampered?"
"Dying." Fitz said dramatically, "Sobbing, drinking bleach, throwing up over missing you." He added extra flair.
Olivia burst into laughter. "I cannot stress enough how much I need you off Twitter."
Fitz kissed her smiling mouth. "Okie dokes, baby. Enjoy your time with zee hair-master. I'll see you in a few hours. We have dinner reservations at 7:30 pm."
"Okay. Can't wait." Olivia blushed. "Kiss me again. A real one this time, so it can last me a few hours."
Fitz does just that. Holding her perfectly gorgeous face in his hands as he slipped her some tongue. Her whole body began to relax in his arms, which was usually a sign that she was extremely fucking horny. But they didn't have time for all that. He pulled away before they both became too hot and bothered.
And it was perfect timing because someone was there to get her seated. He pecked her opened mouth and turned her around to send her off. "Have lots of fun. And most importantly, enjoy and relax."
Over the next four hours, Olivia enjoyed true glamor and luxury. She had a person for everything and they were all excellent.
Before anybody even touched a hair on her body, Federico sat her down to talk about concept for her looks. From her hair, to her nails to her make up. Fitz had booked her The Royalty package, which meant every service she could possibly want was included.
Everyone worked in perfect synchrony. While Federico took her hair out of its previous style and brushed it out, someone else was removing her makeup from this morning, her nail polish from two weeks ago, while another unzipped her boots to get her feet soaked in this basin of Epsom and of jelly-like fluid that hydrates and exfoliates the skin.
Federico pulled her hair in different directions. Feeling for the texture, manipulating it a bit. "You have amazing bone structure and really healthy hair." He complimented. "So many cuts and styles would be flattering on you. You're a stylist's dream."
Olivia blushed, "You're too kind."
"Don't be modest. You're gorgeous darling, own it." Federico said. "So I'm thinking more volume, right? And layers galore." He fluffed her hair at the top, pushing some bangs against her forehead. "Maybe a little color, not a lot, a streak or two to jazz things up. What do you think?"
Everything sounded freaking good. Olivia didn't know why he was asking her for. He was the freaking hair God.
"Surprise me." She said.
Federico just about fainted. A stylist's favorite sentence was just uttered in his presence.
"You're a goddess!" He squealed.
Snapping his fingers at his staff, he hollered. "Let's get some Cuvée opened up for our guest, grazie! And bring some refreshments. Quickly!"
"Yes Boss!" The whole salon erupted.
From there, things moved at lightning speed. It should've overwhelmed her, but Olivia was way too geeked about it all. She was shown colors for her hair, nail art, polish, and designs. She chose quickly and when she was stumped, they helped her along. While her hair was being put in foils, someone cleaned up her eyebrows with a little bit of wax and some tweezers. And when she was thirsty, someone poured her whatever she wanted.
She struck up conversations with one of the associates. His name was Justin and she took a liking to him instantly. He was animated and funny and so fucking queer, it gave her life.
"So was that your husband who dropped you off earlier?" Justin asked.
He was phishing for info of course. He didn't see a ring on Olivia's fingers but maybe that was a rich people thing? Fitz was certainly far too young to be a sugar daddy and Olivia her damn self gave bougie. He was on his tippy toes. What's tea?!
The question however made Olivia blush.
"Boyfriend." She answered.
"Oh great." Justin smiled with envy. "So gagged. BRB. Let me go text my man and tell him I hate him."
Olivia nearly spilled her drink as she burst into laughter.
"Why?" She asked, genuinely curious.
Justin gave her one of those looks. As if to say "girl, be fucking for real!". Olivia understood.
"Honey, you're sitting in this chair and I'm pouring you a $1200 bottle of champagne," He replied. "For my birthday last year, my boyfriend got me some flowers and a gift card to Applebee's. Ask me why again?"
Olivia nodded. Fair is fair.
"For what it's worth, I kissed a lot of frogs before I found Fitz." She informed.
Time moves fast when you're having fun.
Olivia watched the hours elapsed as she got treatment after treatment done. She loved her pastel French tips with little flowery designs in glitter. She loved her freshly waxed brows and vagina. And most of all, she reaaally fucking loved her new hair. No one else but Federico touched her hair. And wow did he deliver.
She had these beautiful layers framing her face and gorgeous voluminous curls. She opted for some streaks of burgundy highlights, mostly at the bottom and it gave this really nice illusion of ombre as it blended into the Brazilian blowout and silk press. Federico styled it into this gorgeous messy bun ala the cover of Beyonce's B-day album. Olivia was over the moon. She would've kissed the man if she wasn't so in love with Fitz.
Just as she finished her hair and was about to hop into a room for her massage, Fitz texted her.
Baby: How's my girl?
Olivia smiled as she typed a one-worded answer.
Spoiled.
His response came fast.
Baby: Great. Get ready for your next surprise.
Dear God. How many are there, babe? Imma pass out.
Baby: You'll be fine. Love you!
Olivia sighed and then followed her massage therapist to a private room. She disrobed and got into the large massage bed for her hour long, aromatherapy-Swedish massage. By the time she was finished, Olivia felt boneless and completely rejuvenated. She felt like a brand new person. From the massage table, she went straight into makeup for her final service.
It's as if Fitz knew exactly what sort of schedule she was on because as a healthy base of La Mer moisturizing cream was being applied to her face, a delivery was dropped off for her.
It came in a breathable garment bag with a note attached. She read the note first.
Her face couldn't stop smiling as she traced her fingers along the neat letters of his penmanship.
I can't wait to see you in this.
-Baby
Looking up at the hanging bag one final time, she asked one of the staff to open it for her. Inside was the most breathtaking dress Olivia had ever seen and it came with the sandals to match.
"Woah this is beyond beautiful!" The woman gasped.
Olivia immediately grabbed her phone to call Fitz. He picked up on the third ring.
"Is it your plan to make me cry and ruin me all day today?"
Fitz chuckled on the other end. "Definitely." He replied shamelessly. "I take it you got the dress?"
Olivia looked at the dress in front of her again. She shook her head. "Babe, it's stunning! Did you pick it out yourself?"
"Yes." Fitz answered. "That's the only thing I didn't need help with today. I wanted you to feel beautiful and sexy and desired when you wore it. And I wanted you to feel like I know you."
Olivia cleared her throat. Feeling both emotional and turned on. She promised herself she would hold out on crying further today. But he kept on making it very difficult to do that.
She switched the conversation to Italian so that she could be discreet and completely unfiltered when she told him that she couldn't wait to suck the skin off his dick later tonight when she returned in his arms.
"Well fuck me." Fitz blurted. He was enthused and blown away.
"That's the plan." Olivia teased.
"Well I can't wait even less." Fitz said. "Text me when you are done at the salon. I'll send a car for you to rendezvous with me at the apartment in Brooklyn." He layered his lie with a smoothness that perplexed him. "They fucked up at the dry cleaners. So I have to swing by there to pick up my only fresh suit. It'll be easier if we depart from there together for dinner."
Olivia didn't bat an eye at the lie. "Sounds good."
It was almost six when Olivia finished getting her makeup done. With the help of her masseuse from earlier, she got dressed in one of the massage rooms.
She slipped on the exquisite silk little black dress. It was backless with a cowl neck and spaghetti straps. It fit her like a second layer of skin and she looked like a dream in it.
Olivia took a deep breath as she looked at her reflection in the mirror. She felt like crying again and she began fanning her face.
"Aye mami, no no." Valeria, her masseuse chastised. "You look too maravillosa to cry, mija."
Olivia laughed the tears away. "Thank you. You're right." She said, "I don't know. I just feel so lucky you know? He's gone above and beyond for me today. I don't even know how I'm going to thank him. He deserves everything from me."
And she truly meant that. Birthdays have always been special for Olivia. Her parents and friends have always made a big deal out of celebrating her. But this year was the first time she had a partner who made a bigger deal out of it than anybody else. He went through such great lengths to curate a whole day for her that was entirely about her. And he did it so selflessly and thoughtfully and masterfully. Everything Fitz has done today has taken her breath away.
Valeria grabbed a piece of tissue and dabbed under Olivia's eyes. As she looked into this stranger's eyes, she realized that she had the most beautiful brown eyes she's ever seen. They reminded her of her late-daughter's. Valeria took a deep breath to refocus herself.
"Sometimes thank you is enough, mija." She said wistfully.
Olivia smiled back. The only difference, her eyes beamed.
Looking at the clock, Olivia ordered her uber and then slipped on the Martha Crystal buckle silk sandals from Manolo Blahnik that came with the dress. She had minimal jewelry on but that was okay. Because between the dress, the shoes, her hairstyle and makeup, she looked and felt like a million bucks.
"Wow." Valeria sighed. "You look perfect."
"Can I hug you?" Olivia blurted instinctively.
"You sure can."
As Olivia waited for her Uber, she thanked the staff profusely and repeatedly. Their care towards her has been one of a kind and now that she was locked in with Federico and Justin, she couldn't wait to return with her girlfriends next time. And even though she knew that Fitz had already left a generous tip, she still doubled it with the cash she had on her.
Now as she rode in the Uber, she tried to call Fitz to let him know that he didn't need to send her a car because she was already on her way to him. He didn't pick up. She figured he must've been getting ready.
They might cut it a little close to dinner. Most restaurants had a minimum of a 10 minute grace period before foregoing a table. She had a feeling they were going to need those minutes. She was still a 30 minute drive to Fitz's loft in Brooklyn and it was pushing 6:30pm.
"Almost show time! She says she's on her way." Fitz announced. "I can't believe that worked." That part he said mostly to himself. He was sweating bricks when he let out his fib. He for sure thought Olivia would ask him why she couldn't just meet him at the restaurant to save time.
After dropping Olivia off at the salon, he spent the afternoon running some errands. He got a haircut, made a stop at Tiffany's and then picked up Tristan from the airport who had flown in specifically for the occasion. Since arriving at the apartment with Tristan, they've all sort of thrown themselves into putting finishing touches at the apartment.
The intimate black and white affair was going to go off without a hitch. The apartment looked incredible! Everything from the silver balloons to the crystal backdrop with the illuminated "Happy Birthday" sign that will serve as the background for pictures, to the tall centerpiece vases filled with Casablanca lilies and white roses, right down to the way the seats were arranged.
There were hundreds of flameless candles and fairy lights arranged in this really breathtaking way. There was also a huge spread of foods which consisted of a whole table solely for charcuterie snacks, one for desserts and another for their main courses which were being kept properly stored in chafer dishes.
Most people were still arriving. And those who spent all day decorating and getting things in place, namely, Abby, Quinn and Cece, were in Fitz's guest room getting ready.
"She's gonna cry you know?" Tristan snorted as he looked around the room. It was picture perfect and straight out of a Nicholas Sparks movie.
"Fuck yeah she will." Harrison said. "You should've seen her crying at brunch. I can't wait to blast this video everywhere for the next eleven months."
Fitz scratched his head and downed the rest of the amber liquid in his glass. The swallow burned in the most exquisite way. "It kills me when she cries but it's been good tears so I've kept my shit together well enough. I don't know how I managed to pull off today. Can you imagine if I was proposing to her? I'd be sick!"
"Wait! You're not proposing, are you?" Harrison asked. Cause he was literally proposing to Cece next month and he was at loss so far on what to do.
"No." Fitz grimaced. "I wouldn't propose to her on her birthday. That's so corny."
Alright. No birthday proposals - Harrison thought to himself. Back to the drawing board. He still wanted to propose next month. Maybe just not on Celery's birthday like he planned.
Looking around to make sure no girly ears were around, Harrison confessed, "Well I'm proposing to Cece next month and I need help."
"Really?" Fitz beamed excitedly. He shoved Harrison a little. "Dude, that's fucking awesome!"
"And about goddamn time too." Came Abby's voice behind them.
Damn, where the hell was she hiding?
Harrison grabbed the redhead in a playful chokehold and ruffled her hair just to fuck with her. "Shut your piehole about this Red. It's top secret."
"Sure!" Abby laughed, jabbing him in the ribs to escape. "Pour me some of that scotch."
Tristan poured Abby some Macallan.
"Add some rocks in there." Abby bossed him around.
Tristan squinted, "You're so lucky you're hot."
"That she is!" Came Cece's voice. She looked especially beautiful in a two-piece with a long skirt and a cropped top with sequins.
Harrison did a double take and whistled as he laid eyes on his soon-to-be fiancee. He grabbed Cece's hands and spun her around before he pulled her against his chest and kissed the back of her neck.
"Want some?" He offered her his glass.
Cece took a sip and winced. It tasted like hell fire.
"Yuck! I think I only like this when I'm tasting it from your tongue." Cece said. "I'll stick to wine from now on."
Just then Quinn came out of the guest room to join her. She was smiling radiantly. Especially now since Avery said she was going to be able to make it to the party. Quinn also looked fabulous. She wore an off the shoulder wide leg jumpsuit with some white patchwork. Her hair was pinned upward and she had her usual sun kissed makeup look on.
"I can pour you some wine, C." She offered.
"Yes. Thanks boob!" Cece accepted. "Also, Abs, is your scruffier half gonna come? Fitz, you invited Stephen, right?"
"Yeah I did." Fitz replied. "He said he'd come."
Abby however did not answer. Instead she brought her glass to her lips for a distraction. She awkwardly made eye contact with Tristan and that told him everything he needed to know. Ever so intuitive, Tristan picked up on her discomfort and decided to come to her rescue. It also felt mildly comforting to know that maybe, he wasn't the only one in the group nursing a secret heartbreak tonight.
Tristan was fascinated. Maybe he should move back to New York while he and Roman were on their little "break". He certainly could use a vacation from his life in Europe to pretend as if he wasn't absolutely dying of heartbreak.
"You girls call each other boob?" He raised an eyebrow.
While Quinn uncorked a brand new bottle of pinot noir, Cece launched into explanation.
"Yeah. Boobs come in pairs. At least two of us are always together. But when the whole gang is present together, we're boobies! Liv came up with it and it stuck."
Fitz palmed his face. Of course his Livvie did.
"How does one sign up to become a boob? That's what I really want to know!" Tristan said.
"Be drop-dead gorgeous or sexy. And be cool. That is a BIG requirement, being cool. But otherwise, we're very inclusive." Abby explained.
"Sign me up!" Tristan laughed.
Both Fitz and Harrison were too baffled to comment.
"So Grant, tell me why again you're selling this place?" Tristan asked.
Fitz shrugged. "Liv and I are gonna run out her lease together and then we're gonna buy a place in the summer."
"Okay. Liv is loaded and I know you must be too because she doesn't date broke men." Tristan challenged. "Try me again?"
Fitz smirked. "I don't want to be an evil New York City landlord, T! It's too much effort."
Tristan sighed. "That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard. Is it paid off?"
Fitz nodded. "Yeah, I bought it cash 3 maybe 4-ish years ago." He said.
"My statement stands. Stupidest thing I've ever heard." As a business shark with ties in real estate, all Tristan could see were dollar signs bleeding at every corner of this loft. Especially in this gentrified part of Brooklyn. And for such a spacious place. "I beg you, please don't sell. If you've outgrown it, fine. But save it for the mini-mes that you and Liv will procreate."
Fitz rubbed his forehead, stressed just by the conversation. "I don't have time to keep up with it." He said.
"Here's what I'll do for you. Cause I love you like a brother from another hooker. For a one-time, lifetime fee of fifty grand, I will manage it for you under my management firm. I'll put it up for rent or on Airbnb. Something. I get 25% of whatever you bring in. Then when you want it back, it's all yours. How's that?"
As lawyers, both Harrison and Cece perked up. "You better take that deal right now Fitz!" They both shouted.
"Send me the paperwork next week." Fitz chuckled.
Exactly on time, Fitz's cell buzzed with a text from Olivia letting her know that the Uber was pulling up and to open the door.
"Oooh, she's here! Cut the music and everybody shut up and have your cameras ready."
Fitz purposely left his jacket inside as he made a speedy dash for the door with a velvet box in hand. When he opened the door, Olivia was just getting out of the Uber.
From the steps at his door, he watched her with unwavering eyes - completely mesmerized by her beauty. She looked heartstoppingly gorgeous, and for a moment, Fitz had to brace himself before he took another step because she legit made him forget how to breathe.
Olivia felt Fitz before she even saw him. The way his eyes followed her every move gave her goosebumps. That was always a telling sign to her whenever he was around. And sure enough when she looked up from her phone, he was already on his steps, waiting on her.
He looked devilishly handsome in his formal dress pants and crisp white button down with the top buttons undone.
She did her little delicate walk up to his steps. It was a whole show for him. So that he could see how good she looked for him.
"Wow." Fitz mouthed, mimicking a brain explosion with his hand.
He met her halfway, grabbing her hand. He couldn't wait any longer to have her in his arms. She looked way too fucking amazing. He helped her with the garment bags in her hand that carried the clothes and shoes she previously wore. Fitz set it aside on the floor so he could look at her properly up close.
He had no words. She was undoubtedly the most beautiful woman he'd ever laid eyes on. And he couldn't believe how lucky he was that she was all his.
"Wow." He repeated again.
Olivia blushed under his gaze. "Wow yourself."
Fitz stepped closer to her and brushed a wisp of hair at her neck. "Your hair-"
He really was speechless. He didn't know how to quite put into words what he was feeling while looking at her. But he knew he fell more in love with her with each passing moment.
"You like?" Olivia asked.
Fitz shook his head. "I love."
Olivia leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips, careful not to transfer her red lipstick onto him. She noticed the velvet box he was holding. Last time he showed her a box, she was cumming so fucking har, she forgot how to hear and see and speak. That was dangerous.
"What's in the box?" She inquired.
"This old thang?" Fitz teased as he cracked open the box to reveal a sparkling diamond necklace with a garnet pendant. "Just a little something I picked up this afternoon while you were at the spa."
Olivia looked at him, then at the necklace, then at him again. Finally she gasped. "Quickly, blow into my eyes." She said.
"Why? Is there something in there?" Fitz looked at her with concern.
"No. I just don't want to start crying again" She replied, fanning her face.
Fitz roared out in laughter at her silliness. He placed another kiss on her lips and then they both looked at the jewelry between them again.
"You like?" He asked.
Olivia looked up into his gorgeous blue eyes. "I love." She said. But she wasn't just talking about the diamond necklace. She was talking about his eyes, his lips, his heart, his soul. The full man that he was. God, she loved this mofo!
Fitz's face split into the most charmed grin. "Want to try it on?"
Olivia responded by turning around. Fitz took the necklace off the velvet pillow it came in and unclasped it. He moved Olivia's tendrils at the back out of the way before he fastened the jewelry around her neck. The pendant sat beautifully against her chest.
Fitz turned her back around to face him and he swallowed hard. He counted to five in his head as he regained respiratory functionality.
"Perfect." He uttered.
"Thank you." Olivia shivered. Mostly from the compliment but also because it was January and she was standing outside without a jacket on. She only had the light shawl that came with the dress and it was hardly enough to keep her warm.
"Woman, why didn't you just wear your coat from earlier?" Fitz chastised.
Olivia grimaced. He might as well have told her to throw on a trash bag too. "Fitz, that would literally be a fashion crime. It doesn't go with the dress."
Fitz threw his head back, actually a little annoyed. "And pneumonia doesn't go with you." He grabbed the garment back on the floor with one hand and took her arm with the other. "Let's go inside to grab my jacket and order the uber. Then we'll be out of here."
"Great plan." Olivia agreed.
Since Fitz's hands were full by design, Olivia used her free hand to twist the knob and kick the door ajar. As soon as she stepped in, Tristan jumped out at her as all of her friends screamed out "SURPRISE!" at her.
"Son of a bitch!" Her hand flew to her chest as she registered everything around her. The décor, the lights, the food, her friends. Fast tears pooled behind her eyes and damn it, she was crying again. She dropped Fitz's hand and jumped into Tristan's awaiting arms.
"Happy Birthday, Boobie! I was just inducted by Abby as a Boob." Tristan whispered in her eyes as he hugged her tightly. "Fed did the fuck out of your hair. You look so gorg babes!"
Olivia bawled silently against his chest as he held her. "How are you even here?"
"I took a plane, duh!"
Olivia smacked his chest. He knew what she meant. When they spoke this morning, he told her he was in Belfast licking his wounds.
Olivia looked up again and saw Abby, Cece, Harrison and Quinn all beaming at her and waiting to hug her. Then she started crying again. She couldn't believe it. They all told her they had plans for today. This should've been the flag on the play. Especially since Fitz already surprised her this morning. She didn't think he could do this to her twice on the same day.
"Wheeew. I think I might fucking die of happiness today." Olivia shook her palms. She felt warm all over with love.
The whole room laughed at her.
Abby walked up to her and Tristan and peeled her out of Tristan's arms so she could hug her too.
"Hi best friend." The redhead smiled. "You look so pretty, short stuff."
Olivia pouted, choking back on more tears. "Hi bestie. I missed so much, Boob!"