Author's Note: I'm back... I've updated a few of my other stories. Initially, I was going to make each day of the babymoon a separate chapter but found that it was dragging the story along so I decided to combine their last couple days in one. Enjoy and please leave me a review.

Day 3

The soft sound of waves lapping against the shore woke Olivia slowly from her deep sleep. She stretched her arms out, feeling the warmth of the morning sun filtering through the curtains of their private room. A peaceful sigh escaped her lips as she looked out to the crystal-clear waters of the Caribbean, the perfect backdrop for this much-needed babymoon.

Fitz, ever the early riser, was already up, moving through a series of stretches on the balcony. His body, lean and strong, glistened from an early morning workout. Olivia smiled to herself, watching him in his element. He had been so attentive during her pregnancy, always making sure she was comfortable, happy, and most of all, relaxed. And after carrying twins for nearly seven months, this tropical escape was exactly what they both needed before the chaos of parenthood fully set in.

"Morning, beautiful," Fitz said, his voice rich and soft as he stepped inside. He walked over to her side of the bed, leaning down to kiss her forehead. "How did you sleep?"

"Mmm, like a rock," Olivia mumbled, still basking in the warmth of their soft sheets. "The babies didn't keep me up for once."

Fitz chuckled, placing his hand gently on her belly, which had grown significantly in the past few months. "They're probably too relaxed from all the beach time," he teased, rubbing small circles on her belly. "Must be nice in there."

"They're living their best lives already," Olivia joked, though her eyes sparkled with anticipation. "But I'm not complaining. It's been peaceful… for now."

"Exactly why we need to soak it all in," Fitz said, straightening up. "I booked us a couple's massage at the spa today. Sound good?"

Olivia's face lit up. "You know exactly what I need. My back will thank you forever."

"I aim to please," Fitz said with a wink. "Let's have breakfast, and then we'll head over."

After a quick but delicious breakfast—plates of tropical fruits and freshly prepared ackee and saltfish—the couple strolled hand in hand to the spa. The resort was picturesque, with lush greenery surrounding the pathways, vibrant flowers dotting the landscape. Everything about Jamaica felt like a perfect escape from their hectic lives.

As they approached the spa, Olivia's phone buzzed in her pocket. She pulled it out to see an unknown number flashing across the screen. Her first instinct was to answer, but instead, she quickly hit decline, brushing it off as another spam call.

"Spam?" Fitz asked, noticing her expression.

"Yeah," Olivia sighed. "Probably someone trying to sell me insurance or some other nonsense. I'm not letting anything spoil this day."

Fitz grinned. "Good. You deserve to be pampered, not pestered."

They entered the spa, a serene haven filled with the soft sounds of nature and the calming aroma of lavender and eucalyptus. Olivia could feel her entire body relax just from stepping inside. The massage therapists greeted them warmly and instructed them to change before guiding them to a private open-air cabana where the sounds of the waves blended with the peaceful atmosphere.

"Ready for some relaxation, Mrs. Grant?" Fitz asked, giving her a playful nudge.

"More than ready," Olivia replied with a grin, easing herself onto the massage table with a little assistance from Fitz. She laid comfortably on her side.

As the massage began, Olivia closed her eyes and let out a soft sigh of contentment. The massage therapist's hands worked skillfully over her tense muscles, and she could feel the weight of her body melt into the table. Her back, which had been aching from carrying the twins, finally began to release some of the pressure. Every stroke was pure bliss, and for the first time in what felt like months, she allowed herself to be fully present in the moment.

"How are you doing over there?" Fitz's voice broke through her thoughts, gentle but teasing. His own massage therapist was working on his shoulders, and Olivia could hear the relief in his voice.

"Like I'm floating on a cloud," she murmured, eyes still closed. "You?"

"Right there with you," Fitz replied, though she could hear the contentment in his tone. "I think this might be my new favorite vacation activity."

"I could get used to this," Olivia said, half-joking but fully serious. She peeked over at him, seeing the smile on his face as he glanced back at her, his hand reaching out to gently clasp hers.

For the next hour, they lay side by side, the only sounds around them being the rhythmic ocean waves and the soft whispers of the wind. It was the peace they both had been yearning for.

As the massage concluded, they slowly sat up, both feeling lighter and more connected than ever.

"That was heaven," Olivia whispered, her hand automatically finding Fitz's.

Fitz stood and helped Olivia up with his usual carefulness, mindful of her growing belly. "Let's take a walk by the beach," he suggested, wrapping his arm around her waist. "Maybe get some coconut water on the way. I heard it's good for expecting mothers."

Olivia laughed softly. "You've been reading up, haven't you?"

"Of course. I'm going to be as prepared as I possibly can be.," Fitz said with a mock-serious face. "You're carrying two little future Olympians, remember?"

Olivia laughed at that.

They walked along the beach, their bare feet sinking into the warm, soft sand. The ocean breeze was refreshing, and Olivia couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude. This babymoon, the calm before the storm of twins and parenthood, had brought them even closer.

As they reached a secluded spot on the beach, Fitz stopped, turning to face her. "I know things are about to get crazy when these two come," he said, placing both hands on her belly. "But I promise, no matter what, we're going to be the best team. You, me, and our little squad."

Olivia's eyes filled with tears—happy ones. "I know we will. And I can't wait to see you as a dad, Fitz. You're already amazing."

He leaned down, pressing his forehead against hers, the sound of the waves their only witness. "You're everything, Livvie."

The moment was perfect, no distractions, just the two of them standing together at the edge of a new beginning.

Day 4

Olivia stretched languidly as she woke, enjoying the soft Caribbean breeze drifting in through the open balcony doors. Today was a "no agenda" day, and she couldn't be happier about it. After a busy few days of exploring, massages, and soaking in the sun, all Olivia wanted was to relax and enjoy the peaceful rhythm of the island.

Fitz lay beside her, scrolling through his phone, clearly as content as she was to keep things low-key.

"How are you feeling today?" Fitz asked, glancing over at her with a soft smile.

"Good," Olivia said with a grin, placing her hands on her belly. "The twins are letting me breathe this morning, so that's a win."

He chuckled and leaned over to kiss her. "You look beautiful, even more so every day."

Olivia smirked at him. "Well, get used to it, because I plan on eating all the oxtail they have at the restaurant tonight."

"You're not going to save any for me?" Fitz teased, knowing how much Olivia had been raving about the oxtail since they arrived.

"Absolutely not," she shot back with a wink, playfully nudging him. "Tonight, the oxtail is all mine."

They spent the day in a lazy rhythm—lounging by the pool, soaking up the warm sun, and napping whenever they felt like it. It was the kind of day they both needed, savoring the quiet before returning to Chicago.

As the evening approached, Olivia began to get ready for their special dinner at one of the resort's top restaurants. Tonight, the all-inclusive package had them booked for a romantic dinner at the resort's upscale Jamaican restaurant, which boasted an incredible selection of local dishes, including her favorite—oxtail.

Slipping into a curve-hugging, flowing red dress, Olivia took one last look in the mirror. Her belly was prominent, but the dress flattered her in all the right places, highlighting her natural glow.

"Wow," Fitz said, entering the room just as she finished getting ready. His voice dropped an octave, his eyes traveling over her dress and lingering on her curves. "You look… stunning."

Olivia turned to him, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "Like what you see, huh?"

"I always like what I see," he replied, stepping closer and wrapping his arms around her waist. He placed his hands on her belly, the intimate connection between them growing as the reality of parenthood loomed closer. "But right now, I'm trying to decide whether I'm more turned on by you or the idea of watching you devour a plate of oxtail tonight."

Olivia laughed, resting her head against his chest. "Well, lucky for you, you don't have to choose. You get both." She gave him a wink and he grinned, grabbing her by the waist and kissing her, not caring that he swearing her lipstick.

"I think we should cancel dinner," Fitz mumbled against her lips.

Olivia pulled back from him and uttered, "'nah, you promised me oxtail. You'll get the cookie after.

Fitz chuckled and said, "Yes, ma'am.

Dinner at the restaurant was everything Olivia had hoped for. The oxtail was tender and perfectly seasoned, served with a side of rice and peas and plantains. She indulged herself, piling her plate high and savoring every bite. Fitz couldn't stop watching her, his eyes filled with admiration—and something more—every time she glanced up from her plate.

"You're really enjoying that, aren't you?" Fitz said, smirking as he sipped his drink.

"I told you," Olivia said between bites. "This is the best oxtail I've ever had. I might just ask the chef to send me the recipe when we leave."

Fitz chuckled. "I think we'll be coming back here just for the food at this rate."

Olivia silently agreed.

After dinner, they strolled along the beach for a while, letting the cool night breeze and the sound of the waves wash over them. But the night was far from over. As they returned to the main area of the resort, they spotted a lively crowd gathered near the stage, where the evening's entertainment was about to begin—a fun couples game show.

Intrigued, Olivia and Fitz joined the audience. Before they knew it, they were being pulled into the game by the enthusiastic host, alongside other couples from around the resort.

"Ladies and gentlemen," the host boomed, "we have a special round for our couples tonight! Let's see how well these lovebirds know each other!"

The game was full of laughter as Olivia and Fitz were asked a series of hilarious, sometimes embarrassing, questions.

"What's Olivia's go-to comfort food?" the host asked, grinning as the audience waited for Fitz's answer.

Fitz smirked and raised his board. "A burrito bowl but since we've been in Jamaica, it's Oxtail with rice and peas," he said, confident.

The host laughed as Olivia nodded enthusiastically. "He knows me too well!"

The night continued with light-hearted banter and playful moments between the couples. At one point, Olivia had to guess Fitz's most annoying habit, and after some thought, she wrote, leaving socks all over the place.

Fitz's expression was priceless when he revealed his answer, which matched hers exactly. The crowd erupted in laughter.

"I don't even deny it," Fitz said, holding his hands up in surrender. "She's right."

The next game had all the men standing before their women while they sat. The host had them serenade their women by singing songs from Jodeci and Boyz II Men. Olivia was in stitches when it was Fitz's turn. Her man put his heart and soul into singing, "I want to freak you", including the body roll. The crowd went absolutely wild.

The evening was full of joy, the perfect blend of fun and romance. As the game came to a close, Olivia and Fitz were declared the winners, much to their surprise. They accepted their prize—two free massages—with wide grins.

As they made their way back to their room, still laughing from the night's events, Olivia leaned into Fitz, her hand resting on his chest.

"That was so much fun," she said, her eyes sparkling. "I love how easy everything feels with you.

Fitz kissed the top of her head. "That's because we're a team, Livvie. And we always will be."

She smiled even bigger, " I'm so glad I get to be your wife."

"Ditto."

Olivia chuckled, teasing, "You're glad to be my wife too?"

Laughing heartily, he returned, "You know what I mean. In case you don't, I'm happy to be your husband."

With their hands intertwined and hearts full, they walked back to their room, ready to soak in the final moments of their evening.

As Olivia and Fitz got settled in for the night, the warmth of the night air still clung to their skin. The glow from the resort lights flickered through the open balcony doors, setting a tranquil mood. Fitz pulled Olivia gently into his arms, his hands tracing the curve of her back as they swayed together, still caught in the laughter and joy of the evening.

"I love you, baby," he whispered, his voice soft with emotion.

Olivia smiled, her fingers lightly running through his hair. "I love you too, Fitz."

Their connection, tender and intimate, deepened as they moved towards the bed. Fitz's eyes followed the curve of her body, her dress still flowing around her as he kissed her softly. There was no rush, just the quiet intensity of two people wrapped in love, savoring the closeness they shared.

"I think it's time for me to eat my cookie."

Olivia laughed heartily, throwing her head back. "Are you the cookie monster?"

"You have no idea."

This was her husband, the man who couldn't get enough of her, there was no other person she'd rather be with.

With the ocean waves in the background and the warmth of the island night surrounding them, Olivia and Fitz made love after he'd had his fill of eating her, their connection deeper than ever before. Each movement was filled with love and tenderness, a reminder of the bond they had nurtured and would continue to grow.

Day 5

The following morning, the sun bathed the poolside in golden light as Olivia and Fitz relaxed in their private cabana, enjoying their final full day in paradise. Olivia reclined on a plush lounge chair, her hand resting on her belly, a serene smile on her face as she watched Fitz swim laps in the clear blue pool. It was peaceful, the kind of morning that made Olivia feel like everything was exactly as it should be.

But that tranquility was interrupted when a woman approached the pool, her eyes lingering a bit too long on Fitz as he emerged from the water. Tall, athletic, and dripping wet, Fitz caught the woman's attention immediately. Olivia could feel the tension rising in her chest as the stranger, completely oblivious to Olivia's presence, made her way over to him, flashing a bright, flirty smile.

"Hey there," the woman said, leaning slightly closer to Fitz than Olivia would have liked. "You swim like a pro. Do you compete or is this just for fun?"

Fitz, ever the gentleman, offered a polite but distant smile. "Just for fun, enjoying the vacation with my wife," he said, making sure to emphasize the word wife.

Olivia raised an eyebrow as the woman's eyes briefly flickered toward her, but she didn't retreat as Olivia had hoped.

"Well," the woman said, with a playful lilt in her voice, "maybe you could give me some tips later?"

Fitz chuckled softly, maintaining his calm composure. "I think I'll be busy with my wife," he said, nodding toward Olivia, who had now fully sat up, her gaze clearly focused on the woman.

The woman finally seemed to get the hint, offering a brief, half-hearted smile before walking away. Olivia's eyes followed her until she disappeared around the corner of the pool.

"I swear, some people have no shame," Olivia muttered, folding her arms.

Fitz walked over and sat down beside her, leaning in to kiss her on the temple. "Jealous?" he teased, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Please," Olivia said, rolling her eyes, though she couldn't help but smile. "I just don't like when women pretend I'm invisible."

"Trust me, you're the only one I see, Liv," Fitz said sincerely, placing his hand over hers. "Besides, no one can compete with a woman who's carrying my babies."

"Good answer," Olivia quipped, giving him a playful nudge.

They both laughed, the moment passing easily as they made their way toward the restaurant for lunch.

Later that afternoon, Fitz had another surprise for Olivia. As they finished their leisurely meal, Olivia dabbed her mouth with a napkin and looked over at her husband, noticing the gleam in his eyes.

"What are you up to?" she asked suspiciously.

Fitz grinned. "I know how much you've been loving the oxtail here, so… I signed us up for a cooking class this afternoon."

Olivia's eyes widened in delight. "You're kidding!" she exclaimed, sitting up straighter. "You mean I get to learn how to make the oxtail?"

Fitz nodded, clearly pleased with himself. "The chef's going to show us everything. By the time we get home, you'll be making it like a pro."

Olivia beamed, feeling a wave of excitement wash over her. "Fitz, this is amazing! Thank you!"

"I figured you'd appreciate it," Fitz said, leaning over to kiss her softly. "Consider it my parting gift from Jamaica."

The cooking class was held in a beautiful, open-air kitchen overlooking the ocean. The scent of herbs and spices filled the air as the resort's head chef walked them through the process of preparing authentic Jamaican oxtail. Olivia was completely in her element, her eyes lighting up as she chopped vegetables, stirred sauces, and learned the secrets behind the dish she had fallen in love with during their stay.

"Okay, so what's the trick to getting the oxtail this tender?" Olivia asked eagerly, her focus entirely on the chef as he demonstrated the next step.

"Patience," the chef replied with a knowing smile. "Low heat, lots of time, and the right blend of spices."

Olivia nodded, carefully noting each tip, while Fitz watched her with admiration. He loved seeing her so engaged and happy, her hands moving deftly as she immersed herself in the cooking process.

"You're a natural," Fitz said as Olivia added the finishing touches to the dish.

"Thanks to you," Olivia said, turning to him with a wide grin. "This was the best surprise."

That evening, after their cooking class, they returned to their room, both content and full from tasting the delicious oxtail they had just prepared. The night was peaceful, the full moon reflecting on the still waters as they sat together on the balcony.

Olivia rested her head on Fitz's shoulder, her hand gently cradling her belly as they watched the moonlight dance across the waves.

"This place is so peaceful," Olivia murmured, her voice soft. "I wish we could stay here forever."

"I know," Fitz agreed, kissing the top of her head. "But we'll bring a little bit of this peace back with us when we go home."

They sat in comfortable silence for a few moments, the sound of the ocean lulling them into a tranquil state. Then, Fitz shifted slightly, turning to face Olivia.

"I've been thinking," he began, his tone thoughtful. "We need to start finalizing names for these two." He pointed at her belly.

Olivia smiled, her heart swelling at the thought of their twins. "I was thinking about that too," she admitted. "I know for sure that I want to name our daughter Maya. After my mom."

Fitz's face softened, and he nodded. "Maya… I love it. It's perfect."

"And for our son?" Olivia asked, looking up at him expectantly.

Fitz thought for a moment, and then his eyes brightened. "How about Maddox?"

"Maddox," Olivia repeated, letting the name roll off her tongue. "I love it. Maya and Maddox, M . They go together perfectly."

Fitz grinned, his hand resting on her belly. "Maya and Maddox Grant. Our little ones."

As they sat there under the moonlight, Olivia felt an overwhelming sense of peace and happiness wash over her. Everything about this trip—the relaxation, the fun, the food, the quiet moments with Fitz—had been exactly what she needed. And now, as they settled on the names for their twins, it felt like the perfect ending to their babymoon.

"We're really doing this, aren't we?" Olivia said softly, her eyes shining as she looked at Fitz.

"We are," Fitz replied, his voice filled with love and certainty. "And we're going to be amazing at it."

With that, they sat together in the peaceful night, their hearts full of love for each other and for the little family they were about to welcome into the world.

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