Olivia sat in front of the vanity mirror in her 'glam room' as her makeup artist packed up her products. It was a room she converted into a closet and makeup room to get ready for events when she had company.
She leaned forward and began to add lip liner and nude lipstick to her lips. That was part of her makeup she was very specific about and loved to do it herself. When she was finished with her lips, she stood and showed her makeup artist out of her room before she walked back inside the room to grab her purse and heels. When she checked the time it was almost 7pm. Fitz had texted her that his assistant would come and get her at 7pm sharp. She wanted to peak in on her girls but she knew it would only prevent them from going to sleep. She checked their baby monitor camera on a special app that the Secret Service installed on her phone and saw Sarah putting them both into their cribs. She watched for a moment before she locked her phone went down to Karen's room and knocked before entering.
"Hey Karebear," she said.
She was dressed in her pajamas and her hair was wet from her bath. She was sitting on her couch, watching TV before her bedtime at 8:30 pm.
"Hey Mom," Karen said. "You look so pretty."
"Thank you, Kare," she said. "I'm getting ready to head to your dad. Are you all set for tonight?"
Karen nodded, "I'm just watching some TV before bed."
"Okay," Olivia said as she walked over to her. "Can I get a hug before I go?"
Karen nodded with a smile and ran over to meet her. Olivia stooped to her level and hugged her then kissed her cheek.
"I'll see you in the morning, honey bun."
Karen nodded and ran back to the sofa. Olivia walked back to the door and closed it behind her. Just as she walked out in the hall, Fitz's assistant John approached.
"Hi Liv, he's heading your way," he said.
"I thought I was going to meet him."
"Since he finished a little earlier he decided to walk down to meet you instead. He just sent me ahead to tell you. He should be here momentarily."
Just as he said the words Fitz turned the corner and grinned as he saw her. Olivia smiled as well. As he approached he stretched his arms around her. "You look absolutely stunning."
"Always," she responded.
He laughed and lifted her and kissed her lips then let her down. "Are the twins down as yet?"
"Almost. Sarah should be coming out any minute," Olivia said.
"I was hoping to catch them. I'll just check on Karen then," he said then stepped to Karen's door and knocked briefly before entering. "Karen?" he called.
She turned to him from the TV. "Hey daddy."
"Are you ready for bed?" he asked.
She nodded.
"And you finished all your homework? And ate all your dinner?"
"Yes," she whined.
"I have to check," he said with a chuckle. "I'll see you tomorrow honey."
"I'll see you tomorrow daddy."
Fitz walked over to her and kissed her against her hair before he headed back to Olivia and closed the door behind him.
"Okay, so where are you taking me?" Olivia said as she began walking. She was wearing a vintage black Chanel velvet dress from the 90s along with the gold jewelry styled with the dress from the runway. She paired it with nude Manolo Blahnik heels and a Chanel purse.
"I seem to remember mentioning it was a surprise."
"I hate surprises."
"You love them, actually."
"I hate waiting for them," she clarified.
"Oh you're impatient, I've never noticed."
She laughed as he swept her up and carried her down the motorcade and they headed off to Air Force One. The flight was only 45 minutes long and when they landed, they were in New York at the LaGuardia airport.
"New York?" she asked, surprised when she saw the skyline.
"Yes," he responded. He'd made sure no announcements were made on the flight.
She smiled, "okay. Let's see what you have in store for me."
He chuckled and took her hand as they walked to Marine One. It was a quick ride in the helicopter to a heliport near the Brooklyn Bridge. They took the presidential motorcade across the Brooklyn Bridge back into Brooklyn to the River Cafe, a high-end restaurant overlooking the East River.
There was press waiting behind a barrier to the entrance of the restaurant. She was getting used to them again, much like during her time on the campaign trail. When the presidential motorcade parked in front of the restaurant, they waited a few moments before an agent opened the door. Fitz stepped out first then reached in and took her hand to help her out of the car. As always, there were questions shouted at them as they walked to the door a short distance away. The agents opened the door and Fitz led her inside before he stepped in as well.
There was a band playing live music. The staff was waiting for them but there were no guests. After being greeted by the kitchen and wait staff they were seated and greeted by their wait team for the night which consisted of a well-dressed woman and man. They were to be served a tasting menu and after the waiters explained the dishes they would be served they headed off to begin bringing out the dishes.
They were served plate after plate of utterly delicious-tasting portions as they talked and laughed. At the end, a waiter brought out a plate with a small chocolate sculpture and cake. Olivia was confused and intrigued until they came closer and she realized it was a small sculpture of her face. Her jaw dropped and she looked at Fitz. he was amused as well.
"You made a sculpture of my face?"
He laughed, "I'm positive no one could get it exactly right but I thought the effort would be appreciated."
She gasped, "Oh, it's stunning. I love it- oh my god- it's perfect."
He laughed, "Oh, you really love it huh?"
The waiter laughed and placed it on the table in front of them.
"Did you take a picture of it?" Olivia asked.
"I believe the chef did," the woman said.
Olivia laughed, "obviously, it would be a crime to eat something so perfect."
The woman laughed, as did Fitz.
She grabbed a dessert fork took a small piece of the chocolate cake placed beside the sculpture and ate it.
"Wow, that's amazing," she said with a smile. She took a small piece of the cake and fed it to Fitz. he smiled and he chewed. "It's very good."
Olivia sat and took another bite of the cake. The waitress stepped off.
"This was perfect, by the way," she said with a smile, "in case that wasn't clear."
"It was," he said with a chuckle.
"I obviously have to take my chocolate sculpture home with us," she said.
"Of course," he teased.
They left shortly after to not only press but spectators from around the area who wanted to glimpse the president and first lady. They drove back to the helipad and took Marine One to LaGuardia to fly back to Washington D.C.
The next morning when Olivia woke Fitz was already up and on the phone with Cyrus.
"-We expected this Cyrus, not sure why you're a breath away from a heart attack over it."
Olivia sat up and pulled the sheets up to cover her breasts.
"Then we'll stall the bill. There aren't enough votes for a veto and I'm not signing it without exactly what I asked. It would be nice to have this win going into the election year but we knew they'd try to pull this."
She realized it was just them wrangling Congress and tuned them out. She stood and stretched before she walked to the bathroom naked and closed the door behind her. After their celebratory lovemaking after the trip to New York, she was feeling tired but she had a fitting for her wedding dress and she was so excited by the prospect of finding her dream dress that it energized her enough to begin the day. She took a quick shower before she dried her body and wrapped herself in a robe. She brushed her teeth and washed her face before she added moisturizer and sunscreen to her face.
When she opened the bathroom door and stepped out, Fitz was still on the phone. She walked to the nightstand and checked the time on her phone. It was 6:49 AM.
She walked back to the couch and sat beside Fitz.
"Cyrus, we'll continue when I get in. I have to go," Fitz said before he hung up. He tossed his phone beside him on the couch and lifted Olivia in his lap. She laughed as she wrapped her hands around him and hugged him. Fitz wrapped his arms around her waist and held her close. He was wearing a towel low on his waist and his thick hair was wet and slicked back from his face the way it typically was after he took a shower.
She leaned up slightly from their hug so she could kiss him softly. He returned the kiss as he caressed her cheeks before breaking it.
"How do you feel?"
"Great," she said with a smile as she caressed her belly. He placed his hand over hers and smiled, still excited by the fact that she was pregnant.
"I didn't keep you up too late?" he asked.
"Well you did but it doesn't count if it's to ride your face," she said as she grinned.
Fitz nodded in agreement, "I figured as much. When do you think your doctor's appointment will be? I need to get it on my schedule."
"I think I want to wait until I'm 6 weeks pregnant."
He frowned, "that's a while away, isn't it?"
"If my pregnancy math is right then right now, I should be over a month long."
"A month?"
"Yeah, well I checked my fertility calendar and I'm counting from two weeks before my ovulation window began and you took my IUD out exactly as I began ovulating - still can't believe you did that-"
Fitz grinned but said nothing.
"So two weeks before we began trying and the three weeks since then and these additional 2 days puts me at a little over 5 weeks."
"So we'll make an appointment for next week then. That gives me some time to find an obstetrician to join the white house medical team."
Olivia shook her head, "It's going to be really hard to keep that from the press corp. I think I'll feel better if we wait until after the wedding. It'll only be an extra couple of weeks."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm positive," she said. "A few extra weeks won't hurt especially if it saves us all of the chaos of the press corp finding out and the entire country speculating on what's going on with my uterus."
He nodded.
"What does your day look like?" Olivia asked.
"Unfortunately, very busy. I'm preparing for the Mexican president tomorrow- Ecuadorian the day after and I'm trying to get things out of the way with the Italian Prime minister's wedding at the end of the week."
She nodded with a smile, "I'm glad we can bring the kids even if they won't be at the wedding."
"I know," he said with a chuckle.
"What's the rest of your day like?" Fitz asked.
"My entire morning is my wedding dress fitting, after that, there's some planning for the campaign and I'm meeting with Leo as well, it's nothing you need to get into. I also have some first lady planning then in the evening I'll meet with our wedding planner for dinner for even more planning."
He smiled, "do you need anything from me?"
"Just your credit card for the wedding…I'm kidding, I don't need your credit card. I'm invoicing everything to your accountant.."
He laughed and shook his head. "Make sure you get everything just how you want it. No matter the cost or the effort."
She nodded with a smile. "-Oh, and you need to get fitted for a tux. Suzie reached out to your tailor about that so be on the lookout."
"Of course,"
"There's really not much for me to do outside of getting your wedding band, making some final decisions with the planner, and picking a dress."
She pulled one of his arms from around her waist and held up his palm so she could size up his fingers. "I need to get the jeweler here to measure your ring finger," she smiled inwardly as a thought crossed her mind.
"What?" Fitz asked.
"Your fingers are very large."
"Okay?" he questioned with a small smirk. "You know that."
"Maybe I forgot?" she quipped as she gazed directly into his eyes.
"Maybe I need to remind you…"He smiled as she brought his open hand to her lips and opened her mouth. She moved his middle finger into her mouth until she felt his long finger at the back of her tongue and sucked it until it was wet. She let him out of her mouth and took both his middle and ring finger back into her mouth. She sucked them hard again until they were both wet.
He was already stiffening under his towel and he was becoming breathless as his body reacted to her. He pulled his finger from her mouth and reached down between her legs. He ran his fingers up and down her lips, gently letting his finger tease her clit before he slipped both fingers inside her. She bit her lips as she let out a breath, grabbed his face, and kissed him hungrily. He pressed his palm against her pubic bone and clit as he began to work his fingers into her. He built a rhythm and Olivia began riding his fingers once they were in sync. She orgasmed quickly and she broke the kiss and gripped him tightly, riding out her orgasm on his fingers.
She went still a moment as she allowed herself to come down from her high. Once she calmed Fitz pulled his fingers from between her legs and undid the waist tie of her robe. She reached between them and pulled at the loose tucked towel riding low on his hips. As she opened the towel, Fitz was simultaneously pulling the towel robe from her shoulders and arms and off her body. She pulled her arms from the sleeve of her robe and reached down once again and took his penis in her hands. He was fully erect and the tip of his penis was slippery and wet from obvious pre-cum. He held her by the waist and lifted her unto his stiff penis.
"Mmmmm," he groaned as he felt her all around him.
He pulled her closer against his body and kissed all over her plump breasts as he began to thrust himself into her. Just as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of him inside her, he orgasmed abruptly. Just a few thrusts in.
He sank into the couch when his orgasm passed and all Olivia could do was grin. Once he caught his breath and looked up at her he laughed and spanked her ass lightly. "That wasn't my fault."
"Who's fault was?"
He lifted her off his now flaccid penis and sat her on the couch before he stood. She could feel a large blob of cum running down her inner thigh and she tucked the towel in between her legs to catch it.
"It was yours," Fitz said as he headed to the bathroom.
There was a knock on the door just as he disappeared into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. Olivia stood quickly and pulled on her robe that fell to the floor and tied it around her body.
"Come in," she called as she picked up Fitz's towel from the couch.
The door opened and a member of the kitchen staff pushed a trolley inside with breakfast food, coffee, orange juice, and water. She also had bottles of warm milk for Lana and Luna.
"Good morning Nancy," Olivia greeted as she stepped aside and allowed her to bring the trolley over to the coffee table.
"Good morning Liv," she greeted before she placed all the food and plates on the table. Olivia walked over to the nightstand and grabbed her phone. She checked the time and as she expected it was just after 7am. She walked into the bathroom with Fitz to quickly wash her hands and face before she left.
She headed out to wake Karen down the hall and once Karen was awake they both headed to the nursery. When Olivia opened the door and turned on the lights. Lana was standing with her pacifier in her mouth, holding onto the railing of her crib. Luna was still sleeping. The moment Lana saw her she walked to the side of her crib, closest to Olivia.
"Good morning Sugar bun," Olivia said as she lifted Lana and kissed her cheek. Her hair was messy and matted and her diaper was full. She rubbed her eyes and rested her head against Olivia's chest. Olivia hugged her a little tighter and kissed her again.
"Can I wake up Luna?" Karen asked.
"Sure, Kare," Olivia said as she walked to Lana's diaper change table and quickly began changing her wet diaper. Karen walked to Luna's crib and gently tapped her. "Hey Lulu," she said softly. "Wake up, you have to come eat breakfast." Karen tapped her again and Luna finally opened her eyes. She spat out her pacifier and stood and laughed.
"Look, she's laughing?" Karen said with a chuckle as she lifted her out of her crib. Luna immediately stretched for Olivia and just as she was finished changing Lana's wet diaper Karen brought Luna over. Olivia took her and kissed her cheek before she changed her diaper as well.
They headed back to the bedroom and Fitz was out of the bathroom and dressed in a pair of dark blue suit pants and a white t-shirt.
"My girls are up," he said with a smile. Karen skipped to him and hugged him. "Morning Daddy!"
Fitz lifted her and kissed her cheek before letting her down. Olivia let Lana and Luna down to the ground and Luna turned back to her and grabbed her leg and began fussing while Lana stood and took tiny steps towards Fitz. He stooped down and opened his arms, waiting for Lana to reach him. Once she finally did he lifted her in the air and she giggled and her pacifier fell out of her mouth and hit Fitz's nose. He laughed as well before kissing her nose. Karen picked up her pacifier from the ground and once Fitz moved her to his chest Karen slipped her pacifier back in her mouth. Olivia lifted Luna and walked her over to Fitz so he could kiss her. "She's a little clingy this morning," Olivia said with a chuckle.
"She's clingy every morning," Fitz said with a laugh as he kissed her all over her face. Luna laughed and clinged closer to Olivia's chest.
They moved over to the couch and sat together, Olivia grabbed Luna's bottle of warm milk and cradled her in her arms. Luna grabbed her bottle and panted as she brought it to her mouth and began drinking. Fitz leaned over and took the second bottle for Lana. She pulled it from him and began feeding herself. Olivia laughed. Karen sat between them and grabbed a plate and began to take eggs and blueberries on her plate and eat.
"Drink some orange juice too," Fitz said. "And don't just eat eggs and fruit, have some toast or something as well."
"Yes, dadddd!" Karen said exasperatedly. He told her the same thing most mornings.
Once Lana saw food on Karen's plate she spat out her bottle leaned over and began grabbing food from her plate.
"Lanaaaaa," Karen yelped as she moved her plate out of Lana's arm reach.
Fitz laughed and leaned over and scooped some eggs and a few blueberries on a plate for Lana. He squished the blueberries and then placed them in front of her. She began picking up the blueberries with her tiny fingers and feeding herself in between sips of milk from her bottle.
Luna drank her entire bottle of milk before she began reaching for food on the table and Olivia was happy to feed her.
They all ate together before Karen headed to her bedroom to get ready for school with Sarah, her nanny, and head off to school. Fitz finished dressing and kissed Olivia before heading to the Oval Office. She stayed back to give the twins a bath before she dressed and groomed them and handed them off to Bonnie. They cried when she left them but with a busy day ahead she couldn't linger.
She washed off quickly just to freshen up before she dressed in a pair of black yoga leggings and a tank top for her fitting. She got a text from Abby letting her know she had arrived at the white house and then moments later from her assistant that the designers and fitting team for the wedding dress had arrived and were set up in her dressing room.
She met Abby and her team briefly before they headed to her dressing room. After trying on 15 dresses, she found her dress and another for the small reception after. For another hour, she stood as the designer and her team made alterations while she wore a pair of heels that would be similar in height to her wedding shoes.
A few busy days passed until they left for Italy on Friday evening on Air Force One. Karen stayed up on her iPad while Olivia dozed off beside her on the bed. The twins had fallen asleep shortly before in their crib while Fitz was working late with a few of his aides in his office on Air Force One. Olivia woke when she felt herself being moved. When she opened her eyes, Fitz was looking directly at her as he lifted her from the bed and brought her over to the other bed. He laid her down first then joined her before he pulled the covers over them both and snuggled her.
"What time is it?" she asked sleepily.
"After midnight- I think," Fitz answered before they both drifted off to sleep.
When they arrived in Lake Como, Italy, it was early afternoon. Secret Service secured a lakeside villa to rent for the one night they would spend there before heading back to D.C. The wedding would take place in a small castle nearby on the water.
With only a few hours to get ready for the wedding, Olivia immediately met with her team, leaving Sarah with the girls, while Fitz worked.
She took one of the empty bedrooms with an adjoined bathroom to bathe and dress in underwear and a robe before she met with her glam team outside. Her hairstylist and makeup artist worked on her hair and makeup before her fashion stylist stepped in to help her slip into her 24k gold vintage Schiaparelli dress. It was sleeveless with a fitted bodice and skirt. It stopped just above her ankles. She wore it with a pair of nude Alaia heels.
They began to run out of time as her team tried to make their last adjustments to her appearance. Her assistant and aides began to remind her that they had to head out and within a few minutes, she left the room and headed down to meet Fitz on the ground level of the villa. She was sure he was dressed and ready since it never took him much time to look as dashing as he always did. At the top of the stairs, her hair stylist offered to carry her down and she was happy to accept since it saved her a trip down two flights of stairs in 5-inch heels and a dress that restricted her movement. To her dismay, on the second flight down, she approached the bottom and Fitz finally came into view; he was frowning and very obviously annoyed as he waited for her.
Once Bash, her stylist let her down she walked to him, confused.
"Am I running really late or something? I thought we were relatively on time?"
"No, it's nothing, let's go," he said, though flatly and without much kindness.
"Where are the kids, I want to tell them goodbye," she said.
"We don't have time and the twins will cry if they see you," he said.
"Okay," Olivia said, confused again, then she changed her mind. "No, I want to see them. I'll only be a minute- where are they?"
He sighed heavily.
"Fine," she said, exasperated. "Fine, let's just go."
Fitz turned and headed to the presidential motorcade. As she walked behind him she realized that he didn't compliment her or the stunning dress she was wearing. He never usually let her walk behind him but now he was a few paces ahead and did not look back. He usually kept his arm around her waist or even held her hand as they walked so he could have an awareness of where she was at all times.
He was definitely annoyed.
She walked outside and he stood by the opened door to their limo. She had expected him to go inside before her with how he was behaving. He took her hand and helped her inside before he got in behind her. One of the Secret Service agents closed the door and moments later they headed off.
"Okay, what's wrong-" Before she could finish her words he cut her off.
"Why was that man carrying you downstairs?"
"Because it was easier than trying to go down the stairs in this dress and these heels."
"Calling me to help you down didn't occur to you," he quipped.
Olivia shook her head, "he offered to help me and I said yes- is that why you're acting like this? Because my hair stylist helped me down a couple of flights of stairs. You cannot be that jealous."
"WELL I AM!" he barked then took a breath when he realized he raised his voice.
"Why are you yelling at me?"
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell. Let's just drop it."
"He's married to a man and has two daughters, Fitz but even if he wasn't I don't think you should react this way just because a man helped me to do something."
He smiled but there was a certain mischief to it that annoyed her and she knew it was because he was relieved that Bash was gay.
"Well, he's gay so there's no argument," he said with a smile.
"Fitz, it's not okay for you to act like this," she continued.
"Olivia, having a man carry you down the stairs is not like having a man open the door for you or offering to help you with a bag, it's different and you know why it's different and I don't like it but he's gay so I guess I can't quarrel too much."
"You understand that in a week I'm going to be married to you. I am currently 6 weeks pregnant with our child and I have twin babies with you. We live together and we have sex every night, we're about as committed as we're going to get."
"Well, it's not committed enough if men are still touching you," he mumbled.
Olivia rolled her eyes. "I'm not going to let you ruin my night."
"I'm not trying to ruin your night," he said.
"You didn't even tell me I look nice," she complained.
"You look stunning, like fucking Venus descending from Mount Olympus and you know that."
She smirked and rolled her eyes. "Not if you don't tell me, you asshole."
He laughed and moved closer and lifted her into his lap.
"I'm mad at you," she quipped as she folded her arms.
"No, you're not," he responded as he wrapped his arms around her. She relaxed in his arms with her back against his chest.
"I just don't understand why you get so jealous. I'm so fucking in love with you."
He kissed the blade of her shoulder and then her neck from behind. "I just can't stand to see another man's gnarled fingers on you."
"Gnarled?" she said with a laugh.
"Yes," he said as he kissed her shoulder again as he caressed her belly.
"Your gaydar is off," she said.
"What in the hell is a gaydar?"
"It's your ability to tell if someone is gay. You don't have that ability because Bash is very obviously gay."
"I've never had a conversation with the man. How the hell would I be able to know that if no one tells me."
"Fitz, he had a tight line."
"Olivia, what the fuck is a tight line?"
She bellowed out laughing and shook her head.
"It's eyeliner. How did you find out Cyrus is gay?"
"I walked in on him kissing a man," Fitz said.
"That works too," she said.
"Yes it does," he said as he tucked a lock of her curled hair behind her ears. Her hair was curled and wrapped up prettily with a few parts left out to frame her face. He brought her closer and kissed her lips softly. She smiled and wrapped her arms around his shoulder and deepened the kiss. He ran her hands gently up and down her back and when he felt a blood rush to a certain part of his body he stopped immediately and lifted her off his lap.
Olivia laughed. "What the hell!"
"It's getting stiff and I can't manage to fight off an erection all night especially when you look like that."
She grinned as she leaned over and wiped some of her lipstick from his lips, "okay, I'll be on my best behavior."
Moments later they arrived at the venue. An agent opened the door and Fitz stepped out. She grabbed her clutch and held onto Fitz's hand as he helped her out of the limo. There was a large group of Secret Service agents scattered around the venue. After Fitz got shot on a trip abroad, they'd taken extreme and excessive precautions to prevent another incident on foreign soil.
The venue was beautiful. A sand-colored Italian castle with a beautiful lake and mountains in the distance. There was a group of world press snapping pictures behind a press barricade in front of the gates of the castle. The ground was gravel.
"Can you walk on this?" he asked.
She smiled and nodded, "If I couldn't would you carry me?"
"I certainly would, unless you want to call another man to do it?"
She groaned.
"That was a joke," he countered.
"You're not funny!" she said playfully.
He took her hand and with a team of secret service around them and walked into the venue. The short gravel pathway led to the large doors of the castle. Behind them were just a few aides and a translator who would be nearby if needed. Her team would be close in case she needed a touch-up or had a wardrobe malfunction.
After a short walk to the entrance, they were greeted by ushers who were happy to guide them to their seats in the reception. Once they arrived unsurprisingly, they were sitting at the same table with the Italian president and his new wife though Fitz hardly knew him and had barely had conversations with the man outside of a G8 or G20 conference. Fitz had been made aware by the Secret Service a few days prior and decided not to make a fuss about it. It was a savvy political move, given that the Italian president was fighting through a very tough reelection campaign against a right-wing extremist. It made sense to ally himself even more with the United States, even going further to make him and Fitz appear as close friends. Out of the two, the current president would certainly be more agreeable, not to mention the outward racism and fascism of his opponent making the decision of who to support a very easy one for Fitz.
Fitz was not interested in conversing with every minor Italian political player or person of wealth in the room so he was quick to take Olivia to their table. It was a mid-sized round table and he was directly opposite the president and his wife. After a greeting and their congratulations, they were seated and just as Fitz had warned her, the Italian president's bad breath lingered in her nostrils.
It made her nauseous and once she sat down she quickly poured a glass of the cold sparkling water at her table setting. She quickly sipped it, hoping the feeling would pass.
"Are you alright?" Fitz asked.
He could feel her leg shaking beside him.
She nodded but didn't respond otherwise. He pulled his phone from his pocket and texted her under the table.
"Was it his breath?"
She felt her phone vibrate in the clutch on her lap and opened it to grab her phone. She read his text and replied.
"I think I'm going to be sick."
Fitz read the text and stood immediately and took her hand. "We'll return shortly," he said to the table. Olivia grabbed her phone and purse from her lap and stood with him as he headed toward the Secret Service. He whispered something to Tom and the group of them headed off. He took her hand as he led her up a set of stairs at the base of the room that led to the second floor and a bathroom that the Secret Service secured for only them for the night.
Once they were in the large bathroom Fitz let go of her hand as the agent inside the bathroom stepped out, leaving them alone after closing the door. The bathroom was pristine with mostly beige colored granite and white walls. She placed her purse on the bathroom counter and walked to the toilet. She paced for most moments.
"The smell is just stuck in my nose and every time I think about it I feel-" Just as she said the words she felt vomit coming up and she moved quickly to the toilet, hunched over and vomited. Fitz stooped beside her and pulled some strands of her hair from her face.
She vomited again and once she was finished he reached over and flushed to the toilet then helped her up. They walked to the sink and she washed her hands with soap before scooping water into her mouth to rinse the taste of vomit out. Fitz washed his hands as well. Her eyes were a bit wet and she quickly took a folded paper towel and dabbed under her eyes to prevent her makeup from running.
"Do you need me to call your people to help you with that?"
"Yeah," she said as she checked her face in the mirror. "My lipstick is all gone and my mascara is getting runny."
"Do you feel better?" he asked softly.
"A mint would help? Do you think your guards have any?"
"I'll ask," he said before he stepped off to the bathroom door and opened it before stepping out. Moments later he returned with a handful of minty gum and mint candy.
"Take your pick," he said with a smile. "John went to get your people."
She smiled and took them all and stuffed him into her clutch before she unwrapped one of the sticks of gum and put it in her mouth.
"Was his breath really that bad or was it a little early pregnancy sickness?" Fitz asked.
"Probably the latter…god, I forgot about the sickness…with the twins, I didn't begin getting sick until I was around 6 or 7 weeks…pregnant which is just realized is almost how far into my pregnancy I am."
He smiled and wrapped his arms around her and hugged her against his chest. "Do you want to leave?" He asked.
"I don't want to cause an internationally newsworthy incident," she said with a smile but she was distracted by his grin. "Why are you grinning?"
"Because you're pregnant," he said excitedly as he held her cheek and kissed her lips softly.
"I just vomited."
"I don't care," he said, still smiling as he hugged her again and held her a bit longer. She relaxed in his embrace and enjoyed his arms around her.
They waited together until her team knocked and were allowed to enter the bathroom. After a quick touch-up to her makeup, they left and Olivia and Fitz were alone in the bathroom once again.
"We have to go back," she said.
"We have to come up with a plan to keep him away from you," Fitz said with a laugh.
"I'll hide behind you if he comes close again," she said.
"Okay," he agreed.
They returned to the table and their night continued. There was a live band and the music was good. Dinner was served soon after and it consisted of different varieties of antipasto and caprese salad options to start, followed by the entree of different varieties of pasta and for dessert, there was tartufo and cannolis. She was happy she could enjoy her meal without another bout of sickness.
After dinner, the president and his wife went to the middle of the room to have the first dance of the night. Once they were finished, Fitz took Olivia's hand and joined them on the dance floor. He dropped both hands around her waist and Olivia reached her hands around his shoulders as she danced slowly.
"You know, if you want a big Italian wedding, all you have to do is say the word," Fitz said with a smile.
She blushed, "I don't want a large Italian wedding. I'm fine with the small ceremony we have planned."
"You don't want me to force world leaders and their partners to attend?"
"That's a bit too much fuss for me," she said.
"Princeton's IT girl thinks something is too fussy?"
She laughed and shook her head, "Oh my god, when are you gonna let that go."
"I can't," he said. "I find it amusing."
"That I was an attention-seeking 19-year-old?"
"Yes," he responded. "At some point, I have to get my hands on the documentary they made of you."
"Oh my god," she said as she laughed. "Why on earth do you remember that? Harrison mentioned it to you like 4 years ago or something,"
"I remember it because it's about you," he said simply.
She blushed as she gazed up at him, "I wish you wouldn't."
"I'm glad I do," he said as he gently spun her around.
She laughed, "I'm going to start digging up your past. What was Fitzgerald Grant III like in college."
"It was many, many years ago so good luck," Fitz said with a laugh, "and even then I knew I'd be running for president so I was on my best behavior."
"Yeah, whatever!" she quipped playfully as she laughed. Fitz looked down at her arms and realized she had goosebumps.
"Are you cold?" he asked.
"Yeah," she said.
He stopped and slid his tuxedo jacket down his arms. Olivia pulled her arms from his shoulders and once it was off he opened it for her. She slid her arms into her sleeve. His jacket was warm, though it was extremely oversized on her. The tips of her fingers did not reach the opening of his sleeve.
"Actually, are you ready to go?" he asked. "We've done our time."
"Yes, I'd love that."
"Okay, how are we gonna do this? Do you want to go over to Tom and wait while I do it? I can't have you face him again."
She laughed, "Yeah, actually I'm gonna grab a biscotti from the treat table."
"Alright," Fitz said. They headed in opposite directions. Olivia made a beeline for the treats table and grabbed a chocolate-covered biscotti. She bit into it and moved her hand under her mouth to stop crumbs from falling on the floor. Fitz walked to the president and attempted to do a quick goodbye but was unsuccessful. He watched Olivia finish a cookie and grab another one as he listened to the Italian president explain how honored he was to have his wedding attended by Fitz and how glad he was that their countries had such great relations.
He stood listening, engaging the conversation with the intention of bringing it to an end while keeping an eye on Olivia, who beautifully and unsuspectingly munched her biscuit. Fitz smiled and turned his attention back to the Italian president. "Enjoy your wedding, President Campio. I can't monopolize you while your wife waits. We'll finish our conversation at another time."
Fitz shook his hand and walked away quickly to Olivia. "Are you ready to go, Livie?" he asked Olivia.
She nodded as he took her hand and kissed it before they headed out together. They walked down the gravel pathway to the gates where the presidential motorcade waited. Tom opened the door and Fitz took her hand and helped her inside before he went inside as well and they pulled off. Once the car was moving he lifted her in his lap. She wrapped her arm around his neck and leaned her head against his shoulders.
"Are you tired?" he asked.
"A little," she mumbled. "Are we heading to Air Force One as soon as we get back to the villa?"
"No, they'll have to wait," he said.
"Why?"
"I have something to take care of urgently."
"What's so urgent?"
He smiled as he brought her lips to his and kissed her. She chuckled against his lips and they kissed, finally understanding what he meant. She caressed his cheek as they continued kissing and she felt his open palm squeeze her ass.
When they pulled up to the villa, Fitz lifted her off his lap just as an agent opened the door. He stepped out and helped Olivia out afterward. He opened the front door and then lifted her over his shoulders as he headed to the stairs. Olivia laughed as he carried her up to the third floor. He opened the door to their room and closed it behind him before he carried her to the bottom of the bed and laid her down.
She sat up and pushed his jacket off her shoulders. His erection was visible against his thigh even under the dark fabric of his tuxedo pants. He undid his bow tie and pulled his shirt open, ripping the buttons in the process.
Olivia undid the straps of her heels and then pulled them as she climbed further into the bed. Fitz undid his belt quickly and pulled his pants and underpants in one motion as he kicked off his loafers then turned Olivia over to her belly and pulled the zipper down the back of her dress.
She lifted her hips as he pulled her dress down her body then dropped it on the floor.
He took a moment as he stood behind her and admired her body. Every curve, every plain, her smooth, soft skin, and her shiny locks of hair - she was an exquisite work of art.
Olivia pulled the butterfly clip and hairpins holding her hair in place and dropped them off the side of the bed then she turned on her back.
She smiled when she saw Fitz staring at her, wholly engrossed with an erection pointing in the air.
"Are you going to do anything or are you just going to stare?" she asked as she stared up at him.
"You are divine," he said as he climbed onto the bed and lifted her into his lap. She wrapped her arms around his shoulder and pressed her crotch against his erection. Fitz grabbed her ass and squeezed her tight before he lifted her onto his penis and she slowly swallowed him into her warm and tightness.
"Fuck," he groaned as he spanked her ass hard.
"Oh my god," she cried out as she grabbed him tighter.
He took her nipple in his mouth and sucked her hard and he moved in and out of her. She was crippled by the pleasure. Fitz moved her hips down on him as he thrust.
"Give it to me Fitzz," she moaned breathlessly as she hugged him tighter. Her breasts squished against his chest and instinctively he pulled her even tighter against him.
"Give it to you?" he groaned. "Give what to you?" He spanked her ass again as he waited for a response. "Look at me," he commanded. "Give what to you?"
Olivia met his gaze, struggling to contain her pleasure. "Give me your cock," she whimpered. Seconds later she felt a gush of liquid seep down between. She completely gave up on holding his gaze and closed her eyes as she hugged him tightly, "Baby, I'm cumming-" she whimpered as her orgasm came down on her. She began to grind her hips against him, meeting his thrust and rhythm. Fitz orgasmed just as she did and when it was over he couldn't help but pull her lips against his and kiss her hungrily. He was still inside her as he reached down and squeezed her ass. He moved from her lips and kissed the crook of her neck. She laughed as she tried to move her neck from his lips. "That's tickles," she said as she laughed. He leaned over and laid her flat on the bed and continued kissing her neck. "FITZ," she screamed through a laugh. He was between her legs and finally pulled his flaccid penis out of her. He finally leaned up. Her legs were open in front of him and he watched as a dollop of cum ran out of her hole and down her lips. He smiled and leaned over and planted a kiss on her pubic mound then he plopped down beside her.
She smirked as turned to face him. Fitz wrapped his arms around her and kissed her shoulder.
"I love our sex life," she said with a smile. "You make me feel like a crazed nymphomaniac."
He laughed, "'Crazed' hardly describes how much time and effort I spend fighting erections because of you..at usually the most inconvenient time, I'd think of you and be stiff as a fucking rock."
She laughed, "good! That's exactly how you should be for your future wife."
He shook his head and chuckled, "Do you remember when you came to see me that night?"
"When I left the hospital?" she said with a nod.
"For weeks after I got erections. At one point, I cursed your name."
She laughed and kissed him. "That was a really…intense night…and I was such a brat afterward. What was it I said?"
"You said I left you unsatisfied," he said with a smirk.
"I think I said you left me horny-"
"It's the same thing really," Fitz sat up, "I need to wash off. Are you going to join me?"
Olivia nodded and sat up. Fitz lifted her around his waist and carried her to the bathroom. After a quick shower, they both brushed their teeth and dressed for a flight back to D.C.
Olivia went to Sarah's room. She was with the girls and they were wide awake when she knocked on the door and Sarah called for her to come in. It was almost 10 pm Italian time but that meant it was almost 4 pm D.C. Both Lana and Luna began walking to her the moment she became visible to them.
"Hi Olivia," Sarah greeted.
"Hi Sarah, how did they do while we were out?" Olivia asked as she stopped and allowed the twins to come to her arms.
"Mama," Luna called as she reached her arms.
Olivia lifted them both and kissed them.
"They're restless," Sarah said. "The time difference most likely."
"They'll sleep on the plane. When did you change and feed them?"
"They had milk and strawberry banana puffs about 45 minutes and I changed their diapers about 20 minutes ago."
Olivia nodded, "Thanks for your help Sarah, I've got them."
Sarah nodded with a smile. Olivia took the girls to find Fitz who was checking on Karen. When she went down to the guest room Karen was staying in, they weren't there. She decided to go further to the living room and she found them.
"Mom!" Karen screamed as she ran to her with a smile and hugged her around her waist.
"Hey Kare Bear," Olivia greeted as well before she leaned over and kissed Karen's cheek.
Fitz walked over and took Luna from Olivia's arm and immediately Luna began to fuss. "Nope, you're coming with Daddy," Fitz said as he walked away with her. Luna began kicking her legs, trying to get out of his arms. He held her up and blew bubbles into her belly and finally, she laughed. "Oh, you like that huh," he said as he blew more bubbles into her belly.
Lana began kicking her feet excitedly.
Karen leaned over pulled up Lana's pink shirt and blew bubbles into her belly. Lana laughed and kicked her legs.
Fitz kissed Luna's cheek and chin before he turned to Olivia. "Are you ready?"
She nodded as she headed towards him. The group of them went to the presidential motorcade and a short drive away was the airfield where Air Force One was parked. They boarded immediately but it took another 30 minutes for all the staff to board as well before they took off for D.C.