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The next day, Olivia slept in while Fitz hit the resort gym for a quick workout. She hadn't planned on working out during the trip, considering the resort was massive and just walking around was enough activity for her. However, she did intend to keep up with her stretches, as they helped ease the back pain she still experienced from carrying the twins. Their first night in paradise had been everything they dreamed of. After their nap, they had dinner at one of the many restaurants, indulging in a plate of oxtail with rice and peas. It was their first time trying the dish, and Olivia was already craving it again. The night ended with them making sweet love, as Fitz had promised to be inside her every day of the vacation. Not that she was complaining.

While Fitz was still at the gym, Olivia stirred, slowly waking up with a stretch, letting the crumpled sheets fall to her waist, and exposing her bare breasts. She smiled from ear to ear, feeling completely satiated in every sense of the word. Happiness filled her; she felt loved, adored, and content. The only thing she missed was her babies. That thought prompted her to cradle her bump, rubbing it affectionately. The gift of carrying life humbled her in ways nothing else ever could.

Her phone rang in the distance, which was odd, considering she didn't think she had roaming service. She made a mental note to ask Fitz about their plan's coverage. By the time she made her way out of bed to grab her phone from the side table, the call had ended. She huffed at the unknown number but dismissed it as spam. After placing her phone back on the table, she let out a long yawn and headed to the bathroom for her morning routine.

In the middle of brushing her teeth, her fine-ass husband walked in, shirtless, abs glistening with sweat, and his shirt slung over one shoulder.

"Well, excuse me," Olivia greeted, shamelessly ogling him.

He smirked and winked before closing the distance between them, pulling her into his arms and kissing her. "Good morning, beautiful."

She mumbled a "Good morning" against his lips, not caring that his sweat now covered her too.

"Shower with me?" Fitz asked, already stripping down and turning on the oversized shower.

"I guess since I'm sweaty now," she teased with mild disgust.

Fitz grinned unapologetically as he took in her naked form. She noticed his manhood stirring between his legs, and she knew that once she stepped into that shower, the day would start with him deep inside her. She went willingly.


Fitz had enjoyed his morning workout, the weightlifting getting his blood pumping in all the right places. So, when he returned to find his wife naked and irresistible, indulging in his favorite pastime—Livvie—was a no-brainer.

He watched as she entered the oversized shower, curves in all the right places, her ass high and tight, and her fuller-than-usual breasts with erect nipples begging for his mouth. He could fuck her into next week, but her rounded belly reminded him to take it easy.

He pulled her close under the rain shower, ready to fuse their lips when Olivia reminded him not to get her hair wet. So, he turned and shielded her from the water.

"You have no idea how fucking sexy you are," he whispered, kissing her deeply while his hands found their way to her luscious ass, squeezing it as he groaned, feeling himself harden even more. Just looking at her turned him on.

"Yeah?" Olivia asked, her doe-shaped eyes full of mischief.

"Yeah. I love everything about you. You make me so fucking turned on. Feel this," he said, grabbing her hand and placing it on his erect length. She squeezed, causing him to hiss in pleasure.

"What are you gonna do with this?" she teased, still holding him while slowly stroking.

"You're not ready for what I'm about to do to you," he replied, his voice heavy with lust.

"Babe…" she said, her tone needy.

He knew that talking dirty drove her wild. Olivia had a little kink; she liked it when he was a bit domineering. She didn't shy away from the occasional spanking, choking, and dirty talk. And Fitz happily obliged because he enjoyed it too. Outside the bedroom, she was feisty, but behind closed doors, she was putty in his hands.

"Come," Fitz guided her to the built-in bench in the shower and instructed her to sit. "Spread your legs," he commanded as he grabbed the handheld showerhead.

He squatted in front of her, parting the lips of her pussy.

"Fitz!" Olivia squealed when he aimed the stream of water at her clit. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

He watched as her clit swelled, and with the extra blood flow from the pregnancy, she orgasmed quickly these days. It only took a little manipulation before she was screaming his name.

"This is too much!" she cried, pleading for mercy.

"Nah, you're a big girl; you can handle it."

Before she could protest further, he watched her orgasm ripple through her, her center clenching as he removed the water stream.

"Fuck!" Olivia exclaimed, gripping his shoulders as he squatted in front of her. "That was…" She trailed off, trying to catch her breath.

Fitz smirked, fisting his erection, ready to dive into her juicy center. He could only imagine how hot and wet she was. With his head level to her waist, he leaned in, kissing her center, tasting her before pulling away. He'd indulge more later, but right now, he needed to feel her.

"Up," he said, barely giving her time to register before helping her to her feet. The steam from the hot water and their bodies fogged up the glass walls. Fitz sat on the bench, scooting to the edge before pulling Olivia onto his lap.

They kissed hungrily, matching each other's intensity. His hand found his length as he searched for her entrance. She helped by lifting her hips and sinking down onto him.

"Fuck," she muttered, clearly still sensitive from her orgasm. Fitz closed his eyes, resting his head against the cool tile.

"I can't get enough of you," he muttered, thrusting upward.

Olivia moaned, gripping him tightly as he angled deeper inside her. "I can't get enough of you either," she breathed.

Fitz noticed the goosebumps on her skin and kissed her shoulder, then her neck, before returning to her lips while maintaining their rhythm.

As he neared his release, Fitz applied pressure to her clit, feeling her instinctively tighten around him, bringing him closer. He kissed her neck, keeping his touch steady until he knew she was close. Increasing his pace, just as she screamed his name, he followed, spilling into her.

"Fuck…" he groaned, feeling his body tense as he came.

They stayed entwined for a moment, Fitz resting his forehead against hers.

"I love you," he whispered, kissing her softly.

"I love you too. But now I'm tired and hungry," Olivia replied, her energy spent.

Fitz chuckled, knowing he'd worn her out.

"I'll take care of you."

And he did. They finished their shower before retiring to the room, where Olivia took a quick nap while Fitz ordered room service.


After her nap and breakfast, Olivia felt refreshed and ready for the day. The couple got ready for the beach, Olivia dressing them in matching green and white floral prints. She wore a two-piece bikini with an oversized white shirt as a cover-up, while Fitz sported matching swim trunks and a white tank top.

He snorted when she revealed the matching outfits, but she knew he secretly loved it. He loved her extra-ness.

"Babe, don't forget to apply sunscreen," she reminded him. She had already covered herself but knew her pale-skinned husband needed it more than he thought. She watched as he grabbed the sunscreen and began applying it while she packed her book, What to Expect When You're Expecting. Olivia had been reading all sorts of books to prepare for the twins. She hoped for a vaginal birth, but with twins, she knew a C-section might be more likely.

"By the way, do we have roaming? I got a call from an unknown number earlier but didn't want to answer in case we didn't."

"Yeah, we do. Did you try calling them back?"

Olivia shrugged. "Nah, it's probably spam. Ready?"

"Uh-huh."

She grabbed the sunscreen from him and packed it into their beach tote, making sure they had everything before heading out.

Hand in hand, they strolled through the resort, taking in the beauty and observing the other vacationers. Couples of all ages, families with young kids and teenagers—it was a sight. Accents from around the world mingled together. At dinner the night before, they'd shared a conversation with a couple from South Africa. It was incredible how people from different corners of the globe could meet at the same time, only to possibly never meet again. Life was strange like that.

Once at the beach, Olivia kicked off her sandals, and Fitz picked them up for her. She wanted to feel the warm sand between her toes.

They found an empty cabana and settled in. A resort worker appeared to take their drink orders, and they asked for non-alcoholic options.

"Babe, I know you're not drinking in solidarity with my pregnancy, but we're on vacation. You can have a drink if you want," Olivia said.

Fitz lay on his side, facing her on the adjacent lounge chair. "I'm good. I don't miss it. I've been thinking about not drinking these past few months, and I like how I feel. My mind feels clearer. I'm considering staying this way for a while."

Olivia nodded thoughtfully. "I respect that. But I have to admit, I'll miss my occasional glass of wine so I'll probably never get it up."

"And that's your choice."

Fitz chuckled softly, then his expression grew more serious. "With my history of pill addiction, I think it's probably best to steer clear of anything that could become a crutch."

"If that's what feels right for you, then I support it," Olivia said, reaching out to place her hand on his.

Fitz was quiet for a moment, seemingly lost in thought, his gaze fixed on the rhythmic waves crashing against the shore. "Stress always pushed me toward impulsive shit. It's ironic because my job is literally managing crises all the time."

They shared a soft laugh at that, the tension between them dissolving in the familiar rhythm of their banter. But Fitz's tone turned introspective again. "It's different when the stress is personal, though. It's harder to cope."

Olivia nodded, knowing all too well what he meant. There were moments in her life when ignoring the pain or shoving it down seemed easier than dealing with it head-on. But that never worked in the long run.

After a brief silence, Olivia asked, "You've never told me much about how it all started—your addiction to pills. I know it was when you were a teenager, but not the details."

Fitz sighed, his eyes tracing the sky for a moment as if gathering his thoughts. The distant sound of children laughing and the waves lapping at the shore provided a comforting backdrop as he finally began to speak.

"It was a mix of things, really. Trying to fit in with the kids at school, numbing the pain from my mom's infidelity, wanting to escape everything. The high felt good when it lasted, but that's the thing, it never lasted, you know? It was like chasing something that always slipped away. When things got hard, I'd reach for the pills instead of dealing with shit. It just… spiraled from there."

Olivia squeezed his hand, letting him know she was there. She understood the need to bury the pain deep inside, but as both of them had learned, that tactic only worked for so long before everything came flooding back up.

"We're two seriously fucked up people about to become parents," Olivia said with a dry chuckle. "But I feel like we'll be okay. We'll figure it out."

Fitz laughed softly, but his expression grew serious. "We have no choice. We owe it to those kids to give them the best parts of us. No matter what."

Olivia nodded silently in agreement. Her finger absentmindedly traced circles in the sand, her thoughts drifting for a moment. She felt the weight of responsibility in Fitz's words, but also a strange sense of hope. They were far from perfect, but maybe that's what would make them good parents—knowing their own flaws and working through them.

"I've been thinking about going to therapy," Fitz said suddenly, breaking through her reverie.

Olivia looked over at him, surprised. Fitz had never expressed much interest in therapy for himself, even though he had encouraged her to go after everything that had happened with Eric Ward. She'd gone for a few months, and while it helped, she hadn't felt a strong connection with her therapist and had eventually stopped.

Reaching for his hand, she said softly, "I think that's a great idea. Maybe I'll join you for some sessions. We could work on things together."

Fitz lifted her hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to her knuckles. "I'd like that."

Olivia made a mental note to research therapists once they got back to Chicago. She knew it was the right move for them—to offload their trauma and learn better ways to cope. Not just for themselves, but for their children.

They spent the next couple of hours lounging on the beach, basking in the sun and occasionally dipping into the warm waters of the Caribbean. Olivia spotted a small wedding taking place down the shore, the sight making her smile. She and Fitz had never really had a formal wedding, and while she didn't regret their unconventional elopement, there was something sweet about the thought of gathering their friends and family to celebrate their love.

A clever idea began to form in her mind as she watched the couple exchange vows, and she started planning something secretly in her head.

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