"Hello to you too, mother," Fitz greeted, a hint of exasperation in his tone.
"Hi, my sweet Fitzgerald," Lucille responded warmly, but there was a brief pause before she spoke again.
Fitz sensed something was off. "How do you know about my girlfriend?" he asked, a tinge of suspicion in his voice.
Lucille fell silent for a moment, and Fitz could feel the tension building. Finally, he couldn't hold back any longer. "So, he still is having me followed?" Fitz questioned, his frustration evident in his words.
"Mom, why am I still being followed?" Fitz asked, his voice held frustration and a hint of anger. "I thought I was done with all this surveillance."
Lucille took a deep breath before responding, "Fitz, it's for your own protection. Your father and older brother have many enemies, and they want to ensure your safety. They know you won't willingly share information with them if danger was to come your way because you like to handle things on your own, and that makes you a target. It's not easy being the private one in a family like ours."
Fitz's frustration simmered as he grappled with the reality of his family's dangerous connections. Despite his resistance to the constant surveillance, he understood his mother's reasoning and the need for heightened security measures.
"So, when I meet your girlfriend, Fitz? What's her name?" Lucille's voice held a curious tone as she inquired, eager to know more about the woman who had captured her son's heart.
Fitz's face lit up with a bright smile as Olivia approached. Without hesitation, he leaned in to kiss her before turning back to the phone call with his mother. "Her name is Olivia," Fitz said looking down at Olivia rubbing her lower back , his voice filled with warmth and affection.
Lucille could hear the smile in Fitz's voice, and a playful teasing tone crept into her words. "Well, well, well, Fitz. I can practically hear you grinning through the phone. Looks like you've finally met your match, huh?"
Fitz chuckled at his mother's teasing, grateful for her lighthearted response amidst the serious conversation about their family's safety. Olivia stood in front of him laying her head on his chest he kisses the top of her head holding his phone to his ear
After hearing a smooch sound Fitz's mother smiled "Put me on speaker, Fitzgerald." Fitz hesitated for a moment, glancing at Olivia with a sheepish smile before reluctantly complying with his mother's request. He gently kissed Olivia's forehead, a silent gesture of reassurance, before pressing the speakerphone button.
"You're on speaker, ma," Fitz announced as he braced himself for his mother's reaction.
"Hi, Olivia. I'm sorry Fitzgerald has been hiding you,I promise I didn't raise him to be rude, he gets that from his father" Lucille's voice chimed in, a hint of mischief in her tone. Olivia couldn't help but chuckle at the unexpected comment.
"Hi, Mrs. Grant," Olivia replied shyly, her voice filled with warmth and politeness. Fitz couldn't help but groan playfully at his mother's teasing, knowing that she would not let him live it down.
"I was not hiding her Mother, I was simply giving my wonderful girlfriend my undivided attention"
"Bullshit Fitzgerald! You sound just like your father"
"MOM! Language!" Fitz groaned
Lucille's laughter echoed through the phone as she continued, "Oh, Fitz, you never were good at keeping secrets well you are, just not from me. I'm delighted to finally meet the woman who's captured my son's heart. You're in good hands, Olivia." Her words carried a mix of motherly approval and genuine happiness for Fitz's newfound happiness.
"Fitzgerald, I expect you to come home this weekend, and if Olivia isn't busy, bring her by as well," Lucille stated firmly catching Fitz off guard
Fitz glanced at Olivia, silently seeking her approval. With a nod from Olivia, he let out a small sigh before turning back to the phone. "And if I don't come home, then what?" Fitz retorted, his tone laced with sarcasm.
"Fitzgerald, do not test me," Lucille's voice held a hint of warning, reminding Fitz of his mother's no-nonsense demeanor. He knew better than to push her patience too far.
Fitz relented. "Fine, we'll be there," he replied, a hint of resignation in his voice. Despite his playful banter with his mother, he knew that family was on the bit of the wild side and was afraid to introduce olivia to the kingdom he comes from
"Goodnight, Olivia. Goodnight, Fitz," Lucille bid them farewell with a warm tone. Before ending the call, she couldn't resist one last jab.
"And Fitzgerald I mean it, your skinny pale ass better be in California by Friday night," Lucille added, a hint of humor in her voice.
Fitz rolled his eyes at his mother's comment and chuckled. He knew that beneath her stern facade, she cared deeply for him and only wanted the best for her son.
As the call ended, Fitz turned to Olivia with a grin. "Looks like we have plans for the weekend," he remarked, a twinkle of excitement in her eyes. Olivia chuckled softly, her heart full of warmth and anticipation for the upcoming visit to meet Fitz's family.
Olivia laughed softly, her eyes sparkling with warmth and affection. "Your mother seems lovely. I can see where you get your charm from," she replied, playfully nudging Fitz.
As Olivia and Fitz prepared to leave after a delightful evening with Olivia's father and sister, Olivia couldn't resist grabbing the leftover pan of banana pudding.
"Fitz, will you eat this with me while we watch a movie?," Olivia asked with a playful twinkle in her eyes as she carried the pan with her.
Fitz chuckled at Olivia "Of course I will. Do you want me to carry it for you?" Olivia nodded giving the pan to fitz ,
As they reached the door, Olivia's father, Josiah, chuckled at his daughter's antics. "Olivia, you know you are and will forever be the only one who eats that pudding between us. I made it just for you, you must really love Fitzgerald if you're willing to share" he said with a fond smile, watching as Olivia looked up at fitz with a wide grin
Fitz shook Josiah's hand, expressing his appreciation for the warm welcome and the delicious meal they had. "Thank you for having me over again, Mr. Pope. It was a pleasure spending time here,"
A few days later, as Olivia frantically packed her suitcase with an assortment of clothes, Fitz couldn't help but notice the array of outfits she had chosen. He chuckled, shaking his head as he saw her packing thick sweaters and boots, clearly not suitable for the sunny California weather.
"Babe, what are you doing with those winter clothes?" Fitz asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.
Olivia glanced up from her packing, a look of slight panic on her face. "I just... I don't know what to wear, Fitz. I want to make a good impression on your family," she admitted, her voice tinged with nervousness.
Fitz walked over to her, placing his hands on her shoulders. "Baby, stop overthinking it. My family is really nobody to stress out over. They'll love you just as much as I do," he reassured her, his voice filled with sincerity.
Olivia sighed, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "I still get nervous sometimes when I walk up to you, babe. So, imagine how I'll feel meeting your family," she said, her voice slightly whiny.
Fitz chuckled, pulling her into a warm embrace. "You have nothing to worry about, Liv. You're amazing, and they're going to see that too. Just be yourself, and everything will be fine," he said, pressing a kiss to her forehead lightly tapping her ass.
Olivia relaxed in his arms, feeling reassured by his words. With Fitz she knew she could face anything – even meeting his family for the first time.
Fitz chuckled as he unpacked Liv's suitcase, pulling out thick sweaters and laughing at her choice of clothing for the trip. "Liv, you do know we're going to a warm climate, right?" he teased, setting the sweaters aside.
Liv watched with a mix of amusement and exasperation as Fitz rearranged her wardrobe selections. She couldn't help but smile at his playful teasing, grateful for his attention to detail and care for her comfort.
After sorting through her clothes, Fitz picked out some lighter options and handed her a pink sundress and Chanel sandals. "Here, these will be perfect for the weather there," he said with a smile, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he admired how the dress would look on her.
As he whispered in her ear, "I love how your ass looks in this dress, makes me want to bite it," he chuckled in her ear while gripping her cheeks with both hands Liv couldn't suppress her moan, rolling her hips into his at his flirtatious comment.
With a playful smirk, Liv took the outfit from him, teasingly retorting, "Well, I guess I'll have to save the sweaters for another trip. Thank you for looking out for me, Fitz." She slipped into the dress, feeling the soft fabric against her skin and the intensity of Fitz's gaze as she twirled around, feeling carefree and desired.
As Liv spun around in the pink sundress, Fitz couldn't help but admire how the dress complimented her curves and brought out the sparkle in her eyes.
"Absolutely stunning," Fitz murmured, his voice filled with admiration. "You always know how to light up a room, Liv."
Liv blushed at his praise, feeling a warmth spread through her at his words. Despite her initial hesitations about meeting his family, she knew that with Fitz's support, she could handle anything.
With a final adjustment of her sandals, Liv took Fitz's hand, intertwining their fingers "Did you make sure you had your anxiety meds in your purse?" Liv couldn't help but smile simply because she had a man who cared for her mental health more than she did. She dug in her bag giving him a huge smile shaking her pill bottle in front of him "yep!"
As Liv and Fitz made their way to the airport, the sun shining brightly over the sky. They drove with the windows down, the wind tousling their hair as they chatted and laughed, the tension of meeting Fitz's family slowly dissipating with each passing mile.
Upon arriving at the airport, they were greeted by a sleek, private jet waiting for them on the tarmac. Fitz led Liv up the steps, hand in hand, as they were welcomed by the flight crew with smiles and gestures of hospitality.
Once inside, they settled into plush leather seats, the hum of the engines lulling them into a sense of relaxation. As the plane taxied down the runway and lifted off into the evening sky, Liv couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder and gratitude at the luxury and comfort surrounding her.
Fitz squeezed her hand, his eyes meeting hers with a reassuring smile. "We're on our way, Liv. Just you and me" he said, his voice filled with pure love.
As Liv and Fitz settled into the plush leather seats of the private jet, the gentle hum of the engines providing a soothing backdrop, Liv turned to Fitz with a curious glint in her eyes.
"Hey, Fitz," Liv began, her voice soft and inquisitive, "tell me about your big brother, Fitzpatrick. I know everyone calls him Patrick, but I'd love to hear more about him."
Fitz's expression softened at Liv's request, a fond smile playing on his lips as he thought of his older brother. "Patrick is something else," Fitz chuckled, his eyes lighting up with memories. "He's always been the responsible one, looking out for me and our sister, Emily when mom and dad were busy. He's got this larger-than-life personality, always the life of the party. He may fight me for you, hell I would fight me for you"
Liv listened intently and giggling as Fitz painted a vivid picture of his brother, describing Patrick's charisma, charm, and loyalty to his family. She could sense the deep bond between the two brothers, a connection forged through shared experiences and a mutual understanding that went beyond words.
"Funny thing is, Patrick is a total softie at heart," Fitz continued, a hint of affection in his voice. "He's got this tough exterior, but when it comes to family, he'd do anything for us. He's the one who always believed in me, even when I didn't believe in myself."
As Fitz shared stories of their childhood adventures and the lessons he'd learned from Patrick over the years, Liv couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth and admiration for the bond between the two brothers. She knew that meeting Patrick would be an important step in understanding Fitz's past and the roots that had shaped him into the man she loved.
With the comforting hum of the jet engines in the background, Fitz and Liv settled into a comfortable silence, each lost in their own thoughts as they soared through the skies towards their destination. Liv felt a sense of eagerness t Fitz's family and the chance to deepen their connection.
"Liv, there's something I need to tell you," Fitz began, his voice soft yet tinged with a hint of concern. "My family, they're deep into politics, and they've been involved in some... shady dealings that have angered a lot of people. I just want to be transparent with you, especially since you'll be stepping into the spotlight with me when we arrive in California."
Liv listened intently, her eyes meeting Fitz's with a mixture of understanding and support. She could sense the weight of his words, the burden of his family's past actions resting heavily on his shoulders.
Fitz continued, his tone earnest and sincere. "I want to protect you, Liv. Once you're seen with me in California, you'll be associated with the grant name, and I don't know what repercussions that might bring. I doubt anything will happen, but I need you to be aware of the potential risks, I don't want anything to set you back mentally or emotionally."
Fitz, you know, honesty looks good on you," Olivia remarked with a sly smile, unbuckling her seatbelt and moving to sit on his lap.
Liv reached out and took Fitz's hand, offering him a reassuring squeeze kissing his palm. "Thank you for being honest with me, Fitz. I appreciate your transparency and I understand the importance of being prepared for whatever may come our way. We'll face it together, no matter what.Also..thank you for always making my mental health one of your priorities.."
She settled onto his lap, her warmth and presence a comforting embrace as she wrapped her arms around him in a gesture of gratitude. "Thank you for trusting me with your truth, Fitz. I'm here for you, no matter what."
Fitz met her gaze, his eyes reflecting a mixture of surprise and affection at Olivia's spontaneous display of appreciation. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close in a tender embrace.
"Thank you, Liv," Fitz whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "I'm grateful to have you by my side. I cant wait to marry you one day"
As the private jet continued its journey towards California, Olivia and Fitz sat intertwined, their bond strengthened by honesty, trust, and a shared commitment to weathering the storms of life together. In that moment, they found solace in each other's embrace.
After the private jet landed in California, Fitz and Olivia made their way to the waiting car. Fitz opened the car door for Olivia, a small gesture that didn't go unnoticed by her.
"Thank you, chivalry isn't dead after all," Olivia teased with a smile as she settled into the passenger seat. Fitz chuckled, closing the door before heading around to the trunk to load their bags.
As he lifted their suitcase into the car, Fitz reached for his phone to call his mother and let her know they had arrived safely. However, instead of his mother's voice on the line, it was his older brother, Fitzpatrick, who answered with a casual tone.
"Waddya want, baby boy?" Fitzpatrick's voice crackled through the phone, causing Fitz to groan in response. "Give my mother her phone now," Fitz replied, his tone a mix of annoyance and amusement.
Fitzpatrick chuckled on the other end of the line "shes in the kitchen whats up?"
"Must you be so fucking difficult? Me and my girlfriend just landed and is headed to the house let mom know" before patrick could respond fitz hung up leaning over to give Olivia a kiss and put the car into drive
As Fitz and Olivia drove towards his mother's house in California, the anticipation in the air was palpable. The sun cast a warm glow over the landscape, and the gentle breeze tussled both liv and fitz's curls
As they pulled up to the elegant gates of the Grant family estate, Fitz couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nerves. He pressed the intercom button, announcing their arrival to the security guard on duty.
A familiar voice crackled through the speaker, laced with sarcasm and playfulness, "If you don't have that beautiful Olivia next to you, you better turn that car around, Fitz. I won't let you through these gates without her!"
Fitz chuckled, knowing his mother's flair for dramatic entrances. "Don't worry, Mom, Olivia's right here with me," he replied, a smile forming on his face at the familiar banter.
Olivia leaned in closer to the intercom, her voice filled with warmth and respect, "Hello, Mrs. Grant, it's Olivia. I'm here, and I can't wait to meet you."
There was a moment of silence before Fitz's mother's voice came through, her tone softening with affection, "Well, hello, Olivia. I'm looking forward to finally meeting you in person. Drive on through, and let's make some memories together."
As the gates slowly opened, Fitz and Olivia exchanged excited glances, ready to step into the Grant family home and embrace the warmth and love that awaited them. With each passing moment, their bond grew stronger, ready to face whatever adventures lay ahead in the company of Fitz's family.
As Fitz navigated the winding roads of the Grant family estate, Olivia couldn't help but be captivated by the picturesque surroundings. The lush greenery, elegant architecture, and sense of grandeur all painted a picture of opulence and history.
As they passed by different lettered signs - G, P, F,E- Olivia's curiosity was piqued. "What do these letters stand for, Fitz?" she inquired, her eyes scanning the impressive estate.
Fitz smiled, a hint of nostalgia in his gaze. "Those letters represent the designated houses for each of us in the family," he explained. "At the age of 16, we all get our own space connected to the main mansion. It's a tradition that has been in our family for generations."
Olivia's eyes widened in awe at the thought of each family member having their own separate house within the estate. "That's incredible. It must be so special to have your own space while still being so close to your family," she remarked, admiring the deep-rooted traditions of the Grants.
"I understand the G, P, F houses but what does E stand for?" Olivia looked over at fitz realizing his mood instantly changed and his jaw was clenched
"Baby Im sorry, I didn't mean to ask you don't have to explain if it is something that pains you" Olivia began to look away until fitz grabbed her hand
"E stands for Eva, my sister who died 3 years ago when she was 6 due to some rare blood condition that was caught entirely too late..she would have inherited the house when she turned 16..I miss her so much she was the definition of a sweet little girl. I loved her so much"
Olivia began tearing up not knowing he experienced a major loss, has she been that selfish and so caught up in her own hard like that she couldn't even ask about her boyfriend's family?
"Im sorry I didn't ask about your family in depth and im sorry Ive been rambling on and on about my own selfish prob-" she was cut off by fitz grabbing her by her chin and kissing her deeply to stop her from rambling
"you would have never known unless I told you, don't you ever call your needs selfish Olivia, I mean it"
olivia blushed and nodded
As they approached the designated 'F' house, Fitz slowed the car to a stop in front of a charming, ivy-covered cottage. "This is my house," Fitz said, a sense of pride evident in his voice. "Welcome to my humble abode, Liv."
As Fitz led Olivia into his designated 'F' house, she was immediately struck by the sense of warmth and coziness that covered the space. The inviting decor, tasteful furnishings, and personal touches reflected Fitz's personality and style.
"Did you do this yourself?"
"Of course I did, you've seen how my place is back at school, I would love to have some of your furnishing skills shown here and there too"
Fitz beamed with pride as he gave Olivia a tour of the house, pointing out different rooms and sharing stories of his childhood memories. Olivia listened intently, feeling a deeper connection with Fitz as he opened up about his past and the significance of this place to him.
"And here we have the indoor pool," Fitz announced, leading Olivia into a stunning room with floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the sprawling estate. The crystal-clear water shimmered under the sunlight, casting a mesmerizing glow across the room.
Olivia gasped in awe at the sight, her eyes widening with wonder. "Wow, Fitz, this is incredible," she exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement. "I can't believe you have an indoor pool! It's like something out of a dream."
Fitz grinned at Olivia's reaction, his heart swelling with happiness at her amazement. Her not knowing it was recently installed for her was a surprise he would share with her at a later date.
"I'm glad you like it, Liv. This place holds a lot of memories for me, and I'm excited to create new ones with you here," he said, his eyes reflecting his affection for her.
As Olivia admired the kitchen, she couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder at the beauty of Fitz's 'F' house. The sunlight danced on the water, creating a serene atmosphere that enveloped them in tranquility.
Olivia turned to Fitz, her eyes filled with happiness and affection. "Im so lucky to be here with you, Fitz. Thank you for sharing this part of your world with me," she said softly.
In that moment, the air between them was charged with a palpable energy, a connection that transcended words. Without a word, Fitz reached out and gently took Olivia's hand, his touch sending a thrill through her.
Their eyes met, and in that silent exchange, a wave of emotions passed between them - love, trust, and a deepening connection that neither could deny. With a tender gaze, Fitz leaned in, his lips meeting Olivia's in a soft and lingering kiss.
Time seemed to stand still as they shared a moment of closeness and intimacy, the world fading away around them. In that embrace, they found solace in each other's presence, the warmth of their connection deepening with each passing heartbeat.
As they pulled away, breathless and gazing into each other's eyes, Olivia brung her hand to the hem of his shirt pulling it over his head kissing his abs
"I want you fitz..so bad"
"I want you too but we have to make this quick" Fitz pulled her by her waist to his rock hard erection ,kissing on her neck
his touch sent shivers down her spines. They explored every inch of each other's bodies, their lips locked in a passionate kiss. Fitz led Olivia to the dining room, his eyes full of desire as he pushed her against the table. Without breaking their gaze, he lifted her onto the table and hungrily kissed her. Their bodies pressed against each other, their hands roaming and exploring every curve.
As the heat between them intensified, Fitz reached over slapping the candles and glasses off the table sending them crashing to the ground. Olivia gasped in surprise, but Fitz didn't stop
"ill clean it up later" He said as he took off her dress and slid her thong down with his teeth, leaving her completely exposed on the table
he quickly removed his shorts and shirt grinding his thick erection between her slit purposely hitting her clit hard
"Mmmm you're so wet already baby" he bent down to bite her earlobe while whispering into her
"You're always so wet for me" he groaned still teasing her
"This is what you do to me fitz" she grabbed his hair pivoting her hips and grabbing his ass making him slide directly into her
"FUCK Olivia" fitz groaned looking down at her and lifting one leg over the crook of his arm giving him a deeper access point
The table creaked and groaned under their weight as they moved together in perfect rhythm. But just when they thought they couldn't get any more lost in the moment . Olivia's hair floated around her like a halo, their bodies still moving in perfect harmony. It was like nothing they had ever experienced before, and they couldn't believe they were actually fucking on a table
As they reached the peak of their pleasure, They collapsed into each other's arms, both of them breathless and amazed by what had just occurred. Fitz and Olivia looked at each other, their eyes filled with wonder and excitement. They knew that this was just the beginning of their trip to California.
After their love making Fitz and Olivia decided to freshen up before heading to the main house for dinner with the Grant family. They made their way to the elegantly appointed bathroom in the 'F' house, taking turns to shower and change into their evening attire.
As they emerged from the bathroom, looking impeccable in their chosen outfits, Fitz and Olivia made their way outside to the waiting golf cart. The warm evening breeze played with their hair as they settled into the comfortable seats, ready for the short ride to the main house marked with the letter 'G'.
Arriving at the grand entrance of the main house, they were greeted by Lucille, Fitz's mother, Gerry, Fitz's father, and Patrick, his older brother. The family welcomed them with open arms, exuding warmth and hospitality.
Lucille pulled Olivia into a hug, her eyes sparkling with kindness. "It's so lovely to finally meet you, Olivia. Welcome to our home," she said warmly, making Olivia feel like part of the family.
Gerry and Patrick added their own greetings, their banter laced with affection and protectiveness towards Olivia already .
Gerry gave Fitz a playful nudge, teasing, "Now, Fitz, remember, if you don't treat this wonderful lady right, you'll have me and Patrick to answer to. We take care of our own around here."
Patrick chimed in with a grin, "That's right, little brother. Olivia, if he's ever out of line, you just let us know. We'll set him straight."
"he's really one of my biggest headaches" she said sarcastically holding onto his hand while he is rubbing his thumb over her knuckles
As the Grant family enjoyed their dinner together, the conversation turned to how Fitz and Olivia had met. Lucille, with a twinkle in her eye, turned to Olivia and asked, "So, dear, how did you and Fitz come to know each other?"
Olivia smiled, her eyes reflecting the fond memories of their meeting. "Well, it all started one night when Fitz here was being his typical clumsy self," she began, a playful glint in her eye. "He hurt his hand being in the lab and I was returning to my dorm and he was rushing around, and before he knew it, he bumped right into me. That's how we became friends that very night because I helped him with his injury."
Lucille's curiosity was piqued, and she turned to Olivia with a warm smile. "Olivia, dear, may I ask what you're studying in school?" Lucille inquired, her eyes filled with genuine interest.
Olivia returned the smile, grateful for the opportunity to share a piece of her life with the Grant family. "I'm studying to become a nurse," she replied, her voice filled with passion for her chosen path. "It's a challenging but rewarding journey, and I feel privileged to be able to care for others in their time of need."
Lucille's eyes sparkled with admiration as she listened to Olivia's words. "Oh, how wonderful! Nursing is such a noble profession, I was a nurse until Patrick was 10 and fitz was 6 then Gerry told me it was time to rest and let him take care so me so here I sit. and I have no doubt that you will excel in it," she remarked, her voice laced with pride for Olivia's dedication
"It's been quite a ride," Olivia began, a hint of vulnerability in her voice. "Being a nursing student is rewarding but challenging, and there are days when I doubt myself and my abilities."
Fitz squeezed her hand gently, his silent support a comforting presence. Olivia continued, her words flowing with honesty and emotion.
"There were moments when I would come home frustrated and anxious about my exams, and Fitz would be there, patient and understanding, helping me through my tantrums over scores and my moments of self-doubt."
Lucille, with a soft smile, reached out to Olivia, her eyes filled with compassion. "It takes strength to pursue a career in nursing, Olivia. Your dedication and resilience are admirable, my son has always loved admirable women" she said, her words a touch Olivia's soul.
"Well If any woman is as admirable as you mother its Olivia & I love her more than words will ever allow"
Gerry nodded in agreement
"Fitz has always been a pillar of strength for us, and it's clear to see that he's been the same for you, Olivia. You make a wonderful team," he remarked, taking a sip from his glass
Patrick added with a grin, "Looks like you've got yourself a knight in shining armor, Olivia. Fitz is quite the catch. He gets it from me you know?" Patrick gave that charming grant smile running his hands through his hair
Olivia and Fitz burst out laughing at the same time looking at each other both saying "Pat and Alex would get along so well"
"Who the hell is Alex" Patrick asked
"M-My older sister Alexandra, she looks like me but acts just like you" she is still laughing visualizing them together
After they all settled down from laughing Olivia's heart swelled with gratitude for the support of both Fitz and the Grant family. In that moment, surrounded by love and she felt a sense of belonging that filled her with hope and strength for her and fitz's future
As it got later in the night and everyone wanted to
Lucille approached olivia "It's wonderful to have you here, Olivia. You bring a light into my sons life and now our lives," she said, her voice brimming with sincerity.
Gerry chimed in, "And you've managed to keep our Fitz on his toes, that's for sure. We've never seen him this smitten before."
Patrick, always the joker, added with a laugh, "Yeah, Fitz was always a handful growing up, but it looks like he's met his match now. Maybe ill meet mine with Alex" Patrick hinted at wanting to meet alex
Olivia quipped, "Oh, I like to think I keep him on his best behavior. But let me tell you, Fitz is a fantastic man who treats me like a queen every day & about Alex, ill have to observe you a little more before I even think about letting you near my sister Mr Grant."
Fitz, squeezed her hand affectionately, his gaze filled with love and gratitude for having her in his life. "I'm the luckiest man alive to have you" he said, his voice filled with sincerity as he smacked a kiss on his lips.
Before they parted ways for the night, Gerry spoke up, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Tomorrow morning, we're having breakfast together, and then we're going horseback riding," he announced, a smile playing on his lips. "You're in for a treat, Olivia."
"Ill be looking forward to it, if I can get out of bed in time" Olivia laughed giving fitz a knowing glance
"We'll be here mom and dad" Fitz hugged them and shoved Patrick before hugging him.
Fitz and Olivia made their way back to the 'F' house, the cool night air wrapping around them as they walked hand in hand.
Once inside, Fitz's demeanor shifted to one of tenderness and affection. He guided Olivia to the cozy bedroom, the soft lighting casting a warm glow over the room. With gentle hands, he helped her out of her evening attire, each touch filled with a silent promise of love and care.
Fitz pressed a soft kiss to Olivia's shoulder, his lips lingering there for a moment, a gesture of intimacy and tenderness. Olivia leaned into his touch, feeling the warmth and comfort wash over her.
As they prepared for bed, Fitz continued to shower Olivia with gentle kisses, each one a silent declaration of his love and devotion.
"I think alex would really put patrick in his place and really humble him" fitz said simply
"I would like to think so but she's not in good shape right now, you know her and kyrie broke up. He cheated"
Fitz sighed and kissed her nose
"I would never cheat or hurt you"
Not wanting to be sad a playful twinkle danced in Olivia's eyes she turned to Fitz and teased, "So, Mister, do you always treat your guests as well as you're treating me tonight?"
Fitz chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Only the special ones get the royal treatment, Liv," he replied with a wink. "And you, my dear, are the most special of them all."
Olivia raised an eyebrow, a sly smile playing on her lips. "Well, I must say, it's not every day I get whisked away to a luxurious estate and treated like royalty," she remarked, her tone light and teasing.
Fitz leaned in closer, his voice low and filled with lust "Consider it a preview of what's to come, Olivia. I plan on spoiling you every chance I get," he whispered, his breath warm against her skin.
Olivia's laughter filled the room, a joyful sound that echoed in the quiet night. "Well, Mister, I must say, you're doing a pretty good job so far," she quipped beginning to rub down his chest before laying on top of him to comfortably fall asleep.
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