Chapter 53

Before heading into the car that would take them to their three nights of honeymoon at their special cabin, Liv turned to Maya who was right there guiding her to the car. Fitz stepped back and let mother and daughter have their moment as he spoke to Sparks and Sammy.

"Hey," Maya said with rare tears in her eyes, "you deserve all the happiness in the world Baby Girl, and I know you have found the love of your life." She took a deep breath and held her daughter tight in a hugging embrace. All the sleepless nights of calming Liv's anxiety, it now soothed Maya that Liv had her life partner.

Maya felt Liv's tears on her shoulders. "What is it Liv?"

Olivia pulled back shaking her head. She didn't want to ruin the moment at all, but Maya's hands cupped her face. "Talk to me."

"The last time I felt this unconditional happiness, this not a care in the world happiness, was when I was holding a vase of flowers for you." Liv put her head down. "I know I shouldn't be thinking of that right now, in this moment, but I am. I am almost afraid to get into the car."

"Look at me," Maya said sternly now. "You have been through enough, that man there, he is read y to begin his forever with you. Don't you think unhappy thoughts, I know it's hard, God how I know, but you get in that car and give him the three nights he is looking forward too, not like you can get pregnant." Maya gave her a big kiss on her cheek and Fitz came back around.

"Ready Livvie?" Fitz put his hand out and said his goodbyes. He led Liv into the car first, and the dress, minus the train, was still on her. As she passed him, he whispered softly, "I cannot wait to take this off." His lips braised her cheek and Liv was calmed that instant.

Max was so happy to be driving the couple to the cabin. "Sit back, Mr. and Mrs. Grant, we'll be there in no time." Max closed the door and Fitz put the partition up.

"He can take six hours to get there if he has to, as long as I have you here with me." Liv felt Fitz's lips join hers. "I love you so much Livvie." His hand was rubbing from her knee to her thigh raising her dress up with the movement. "Was today everything you ever dreamed?"

Her hand was caressing his curls, gently and slowly. "It was that and so much more. You truly know how to make a woman feel special." She continued her kiss and then rested her head on his chest as the car was hitting a cruising speed.

"If you're tired, baby, go to sleep, because once we get to the cabin, I am going to keep you up all night and most of the morning." He kissed her neck, and he felt her reach for his seat belt.

"I am getting tired, but put this on, please, and I'll put mine on. I just feel better about it." Liv was still a bit anxious about the car ride after such happiness all day. Maya was right, it was all about déjà vu.

Liv couldn't believe it. She kept telling herself over and again this couldn't be real. "Put your hands down, Liv, don't look at them, DON'T", she heard herself scream.

But she did look at her hands. She held them up in front of her eyes and they were dripping wet, blood splattering down in drops to her gorgeous white dress, the one Fitz was supposed to take off and begin their love making on their wedding night.

She looked from one hand then to the other and she closed her eyes tight. Liv couldn't remember hearing the sound of the impact, not like she heard it when her father was driving so many years ago. If there was no impact why was there so much blood?

Fitz would be able to explain this, there had to be a valid explanation, maybe she just cut herself. She felt his head in her lap. Without thinking she rubbed his hair first, then his cheek. He had to been asleep, this after he told her to take a nap. She looked down at her new husband, her soulmate, her forever man, and she smiled.

Suddenly, Liv heard herself scream. "Fitz! No! What happened?" She looked around, it was just them in the back of the car. "Max?" But there was no Max. Where was Max he should be driving. "Someone help!"

Her hands, after touching Fitz, smeared blood all over his face, and she was horrified. "Where is all this blood coming from? Fitz, come on, wake up, something is going on." He wasn't going to wake up, though, was he? She looked better at him, the blur coming to a clear, and his eyes were wide open.

They weren't his usual smiling eyes, they were cold, distant, dead eyes, and Liv shivered. "OH GOD, NO FITZ!" Her head shot up and she felt restraint, restraint by the seat belt she had put on before they began their journey.

She looked around and Fitz's hand was reaching out to her. She could hardly breathe, looking at his face. He was fine, she looked at her hands, they were fine. Max rolled the partition down. "Five minutes, sir". He rolled the partition back.

Liv's hands went absentmindedly to her dress, and she rubbed down it, not seeing any blood at all. "Hey, Livvie, what is it?" She felt Fitz's thumb rub under her eye, stopping a tear from falling. He held her hand. "You're shaking, come here." He put his arm out and she fell onto his chest, her head buried for the moment, just taking it all in that it was a horrible dream.

Fitz was rubbing her shoulder, comforting her, kissing the top of her head. She began to shake her head and looked up at her husband. "Nothing, just," she paused, "just a wild dream is all." She rubbed his chest unbuttoning one of the buttons so she could feel his skin. She rubbed his chest softly, in circular motions trying to calm herself down.

"Well, tonight isn't a dream." The car came to a stop and Fitz rolled down the window of the car. "Look Livvie." Fitz pointed to the porch, where lights adorned it and the on the door the lights spelled "JUST MARRIED."

Max opened the door and brought in the bags. It was just the two of them now standing on the porch of the cabin, the cabin he had taken her for the first time so many months ago. The same place they revealed their scars, made love for the first time, just so many memories in such a short time.

Liv fell into his arms, her arms going around his waist as he hugged her back. In one motion he scooped her up and pushed the door open, Liv gave a happy squeal, as they entered the cabin. Liv noticed the darkened room dimly lit with string lights all around, all heart shaped.

The bed had rose petals on it, the shape of a heart and above the headboard on the wall, were red and silver balloon letters saying I love you. Liv was looking all around, her heart melting in her chest, yet beating so fast and she faced him, devouring his lips with hers. Before he could put her down her head fell to the crook of his neck. "I love you so much."

She felt him guide her down and she was standing in a lighted heart, right in the middle and Liv realized this was the very spot she was standing in when she revealed her scars to him. The memory came back so vividly, how she stood there frozen, frightened thinking he couldn't love her. Now here she stood in her wedding dress, married to the very same man she thought couldn't love her, yet had so much love to give.

"Let's do this right, Mrs. Grant." He turned her body toward the window and Liv saw the lit pond. The calmness that pond brought to her, and she closed her eyes as Fitz slowly unbuttoned her dress, slowly, and she felt his fingertips graze her back with each button undone.

Fitz felt the chills on Liv's skin and her breathing began to go slowly, deeper and when she felt there was enough unbuttoned, she pulled her dress down in the front, not entirely, just to where her scars ended, down around her tiny rounded belly, and Fitz turned her around.

Without hesitation, his warms lips engulfed just under her collar bone, and he kissed every single scar, just like he did when she first revealed them. The only differences, he was her husband, and she couldn't have wished for a better man. She was also carrying their child, and he gave a few extra kisses to her well rounded tummy. "Hello in there." He whispered hearing Liv's soft giggle. "I'm going to bother you a bit tonight, don't mind me little man."

Her hands used his hair as leverage as he continued down, and pulled the rest of her dress off, letting her step out of it. Fitz took it and put it on the couch, carefully, and then looked at his beautiful wife. Liv was standing there, smiling, glowing, her hands folded in front of her, not even attempting to cover up.

"My gorgeous wife, you are so beautiful." Fitz licked his lips. "Just a taste, please." His lips went round her breast, nipples hard already, and he gently caressed her skin with his saliva, using his tongue to recognize the nipple.

Liv gave a groan then a hiss and pulled his head back. "My turn now, Mister," as she began to unbutton what she didn't get to in the car. Down to his pants where his shirt ended and his pants began and she rubbed her hands back up his chest and slid the shirt off, rounding the shoulders and letting it fall to the ground. She had to pull his head slightly down because of the height difference, and her lips met his neck as she went along to his ear and gave a nibble to his lobe as she whispered, "turn around."

Fitz closed his eyes, remembering when she felt his scars before she saw them, then her loving, gentle touch after she saw them. Just like that night, it was a replica, Fitz felt her hands go gently, slowly over the scars and her lips followed, and Fitz no longer felt like a failure, a coward, he felt loved by his amazing wife.

He too let out slow breaths, feeling her breath on his skin, and Liv did what she hadn't done before, she rested her head onto the scars all while her hand rubbed over them. "I promise to make up for the time you missed, the best I can."

Liv closed her eyes now, and suddenly the dream from the car came back to her and a numbness briefly took over her body. Her arms now went around him, more for security convincing herself that he was ok, and she felt his erection through his pants.

As she turned him, his pants fell with his boxers, and he cupped her chin, pulling her to him, kissing her passionately as if she were the water he needed to quench his thirst. Their heads moving in sync with the kiss, his dick rubbing just under her round belly and Fitz brought his wife to the bed, put her down amidst the rose petals and just looked at her lying there anticipating the love making.

His hand went around the belly as he kissed it softly. "Daddy loves you so much, Baby Grant." He saw Liv smile and his mouth went down as he began to stroke her clit with his tongue. Liv's legs went around his back as her body arched from the unexpected touch and she moaned, loudly.

Fitz's hands bypassed her pregnant belly and rested on her breasts, squeezing them softly as her hands tugged at his hair. Her mouth slightly opened and her body giving a brief jolt, her head tilted back. "This is so good," she said without realizing she said it, and her eyes closed as his tongue now entered her, and she felt her body losing control.

Her legs fell from his back and her arms went up her chest, as her orgasm hit her and her breathing grew rapid. He was relentless in continuing through her orgasm, and Liv had to pull his hair to pull him back, her body couldn't take it, and he watched as she continued her orgasm and was just above her lips when it finally stopped, his fingers still gently stroking her clit.

Liv opened her eyes and pulled him down to her lips. Her hand stroked his rock hard dick, and he moaned into the kiss. "My first orgasm as Mrs. Grant." Liv gave a laugh.

"Plenty more to come." Fitz felt Liv's hand guide his dick right to her entrance, pulling his body with it. Before letting go, she let it rub up and down, stopping at her entrance, then back up to the clit, where she rubbed it around at the top, shaking just a bit more from her first powerful orgasm.

"God, how I want you so much right now," her body gave a wiggle toward him as he slid her down slowly towards his awaiting cock.

"Ready for me, Mrs. Grant?" Fitz watched her bite her bottom lip, nod her head, and he pushed her hand away and took over his own cock, putting the tip right at her entrance, kneeling up, he spread her legs from the knees, and pushed into her as his wife for the very first time.

The thought of them being married came over him and his body took over, pushing deeper into her as Liv's head rolled to the side and her body was just rubber with his thrusts. "Fuck, Fitz, harder," she had the nerve to whisper.

Listening to his wife, his body went down a bit, and he pushed into her so hard, one of the letter balloons, fell onto the bed, and Liv laughed, but tried to hold on to her control.

He pulled out, and Liv looked up. "What are you doing? Fitz, I was…" He turned her around, had her on her knees, and he entered her quickly from behind, cupping her breasts under her now. Her bottom pushed back, and her head fell forward as the orgasm hit almost immediately when he entered her. She felt him so deep inside her. She closed her eyes, bracing for this orgasm, stronger than the first.

Feeling his balls slap against his wife, he rested his head on her back, gave out a few heavy grunts, and came in her, breathing heavily on her back, kissing it, rubbing his forehead on it gently, and saying, "I love you so much Mrs. Grant."

Liv fell to her side, facing the kitchen as Fitz spooned her, his forehead on her shoulder blades, his arm wrapped tightly around her, as she caressed his hand. His big hand, circling the stomach, around her jagged scar, and Liv closed her eyes.

"That was everything I had hoped it would be and more," she smiled as she whispered the words. She tried to speak louder, but every part of the day was catching up to her.

"I loved your dance with Huck," Fitz whispered in her ear. Liv nodded. She loved it too. She danced with him to "That's What Friends are For," Huck was holding her so tight. She knew what this meant for him for her and Fitz to be married.

"I loved when Sammy stood up to give you the rings at the wedding," Liv smiled and she heard Fitz take a deep breath, almost a sigh of relief. "I think he's going to be fine, Fitz."

She felt his warm lips on her back now and she turned around folding her hands under her cheek and looking at Fitz looking at her. One of her hands came out and caressed his cheek from temple to jaw and she rested it there.

His finger outlined her lips as she gave it a gentle kiss. "Want to tell me about that dream in the car?" He gave a weak smile, knowing it was something that truly spooked her. He thought back to Maya's words during the reception. "She's extremely happy, Fitz, and that's not always a good thing, my daughter doesn't understand happiness sometimes. She can seclude herself because of her fear of being happy. It sounds crazy, but when you see it, you'll understand. Just stay by her side, always."

He had no intention of ever leaving her side, no matter how hard it got. "That's the reason she worked non stop days and nights, she didn't want to find any happiness, she was scared it would lead to tragedy."

Liv just looked at him trying to find the right words. She took a hard swallow, remembering the dream so clearly and she shivered a bit. Her shoulder shrugged up, "I don't know," came out in a soft whisper.

"Talk to me Livvie, something scared you." Fitz waited. "Was it something Maya said when we were leaving?"

"No, in fact just the opposite." She looked at Fitz, his eyes so curious, and she blinked back the tears. "I told her the last time I felt such unconditional happiness I was carrying a vase of flowers meant for her to the car." Liv couldn't go any further. "I don't want to ruin our wedding night Fitz." She put her head down.

"Hey," he lifted her chin and kissed her gently on the lips. "You're not ruining anything."

"I was so scared to get in the car, I know that sounds dumb, childish even."

"Why?" Fitz interrupted, "because a car accident killed your father, almost killed you, scarred you for life, and then you were almost smashed to pieces by a car, yeah I can see why that's childish," Fitz made it a point to show he was being sarcastic. "Not childish at all, Livvie, real. It's real fear. Was I childish thinking I could never fly a plane again?" He waited for her answer.

Liv ignored the question. "The dream in the car was so real. Blood was all over my hands; your head was in my lap. I touched your face." Liv stopped, took a deep breath to no avail, as she sobbed for the moment. "You were dead Fitz, dead, and all I did was smear blood on your face. Blood everywhere, like I used to dream before I met you. Don't you get it, I'm not meant to be happy." She lifted her head to get out of the bed, but Fitz stopped her and pulled her down to his chest.

"Stop that talk, Livvie, don't say that you are meant to be happy and that's what we are going to be." He pulled her closer wanted her to feel the security in his arms, and he felt her nod in agreement.

"I was happy the day Huck opened his MMA for Chloe's birthday and DJ happened. I was happy to go food shopping and Joshua Mackenzie happened. I am so happy that we are husband and wife."

"And our happily ever after is going to happen." Fitz finished, and Liv looked up at him, from his eyes to his lips and she lifted her body on top of him. Cupping his face, she went down and kissed him.

"Our happily ever after." Her lips went harder down on his and his hands, both of them, were rubbing all down her back and Liv could feel throbbing in her core. "How the hell do you make me want you so much?"

Fitz guided his hands to her hips, moving her body down, no need to feel for an erection, he already had one. Interlocking his hands around her back, he pulled himself up and devoured one of her breasts into his mouth. He rested his forehead between her breasts as she lined his entrance with his awaiting dick. Fitz felt himself enter her and his breathing instantly got heavy against her chest, as her hands interlocked now behind his neck.

Her head went down, and he felt her lips on his neck, but instead of kissing, she was sucking and sucking hard, giving his body chills he never experienced. It made him pound her harder, turning him on in a way he couldn't explain.

"Geez, Liv," Before he could finish, her lips took over his to stop his words, and as hard as he was pumping his body into her, she was bouncing right back down, just as hard.

Her eyes closed; she saw the blood on his face. She bounced harder, tightening her hold on him, and sucked his bottom lip. She felt his body thrust harder now, swearing she could feel sweat building up on his body.

"Livvie." He tried to say, but again her lips went to his, and he couldn't take much more. He grabbed her ass and rolled her to her back, where he could be in more control. "What has gotten into you?" He pumped harder now, and her eyes were closed her head to the side.

Her mouth opened and Fitz noticed her hand rubbing her breast, her fingers closed on her nipple, repeating, "yes, Fitz, please don't stop." God, he didn't, this was the best sex they had.

Her eyes opened looking at him. "Come with me, baby, please, come with me." She was practically begging him. He could feel the droplets of sweat on his back. "Come. With. Me." Liv put her head up, and her walls closed around his pounding cock.

"Ahh, Liv, fuck, here I come." He used her shoulder as an anchor and felt her grow limp just as his body fell down to hers in weakness. "That was absolutely mind blowing." After a few minutes to calm his body down, he kissed her cheek, then got up to start the shower.

He lifted her out of the bed, feeling her body's weakness and carried her to the shower. "I have a surprise to you after our first shower as husband and wife." Her head fell to the crook of his neck.

"You spoil me, Mr. Grant, you know that."

They took their time in the shower, letting the warm water beat down on them. When his back was to her, Liv took the sponge and foamed it up. She gently went down his back and a thought came over her. She has no right being afraid to be happy, he was held up in a dark mud hut cell with no outside contact for two years, no happiness at all for two years. She dropped the sponge and just hugged him.

He turned to her, smiling. Smiling, despite his two years of torture. Smiling, making her feel like she was the only woman in the world. Smiling, because around her he was always happy, and she felt that. He looked at her. "Hi!"

She smiled back, "Hi!". Fitz picked up the sponge and went down eye level to Liv's belly. He foamed it with soap and went around and around.

"When you're born, Little man, daddy is going to give you baths, comb your hair, and make you look so cool for all the ladies." He let the water rinse the soap and gave her tummy a kiss, standing now and led her out of the shower, drying her first, and helping her into her bathrobe.

"I have a surprise for you too, Mister." She handed Fitz his towel. He dried off and as he was leaving the bathroom, he turned to her.

"Can't wait."

Liv put on the white lace wedding night outfit Maya had gifted her and had to laugh to herself. Maya probably spent more time picking this out then it would be on Liv. She figured Fitz would be much like a piranha to fish and rip this off her faster than she had put it on.

She looked in the full-length mirror thinking of how far she had come. String white panties, below her belly, easily can be moved to the side for Fitz's access. Spaghetti straps over her shoulders with a sheer skirt and lace cups around her breasts. Again, one motion of his hand and the straps would uncover the breasts. "Here goes."

Lying on the bed waiting for his wife, Liv saw him, gorgeous more than when she saw him two minutes ago. He wasn't playing fair either, as he never got himself dressed. Next to him on the nightstand, a small chocolate fountain with strawberries on sticks lying on a plate.

"Oh, that white needs to come off, come here Sweet Baby." Fitz sat up on using his elbow and reached out to her, starting with the shoulder strap first as Liv sat next to him on the bed. He kissed her shoulder, and took the other strap down, his hand reached over, feeling the mesh material on her stomach, and rubbing it slowly. Down the garment fell, unveiling her breasts and Fitz pulled it over her head tossing it to the floor. He switched spots, lying her on her back as he sat up next to her and looked at her body up and down.

His hair was still wet with the shower and the wet curls were doing something to her. "Not the panties yet, Liv, those I want to savor." He pulled at one of the side strings and let it hit back to her skin. "You look fucking gorgeous." He reached over and grabbed a stick with a strawberry. He put it under the fountain and its tip filled with chocolate.

"Fitz." Liv whispered. She watched as he used the stick and put the chocolate on her skin above her breasts, and then moved down and bit more on her breasts then placed it by her mouth. She pulled the strawberry off, beginning to chew as his head went down and licked the chocolate off the spots he coated with chocolate.

He then placed his lips on hers, as she was chewing, putting his tongue in her mouth and tasting some of that strawberry too. She tasted the chocolate from his lips, and she really didn't want this kiss to end. It warmed her body, making her feel so comfortable.

When he pulled back, she looked at him. "My turn." She reached for a strawberry as he laid beside her now. She dipped it into the fountain and rubbed the tip around his lips, giving him chocolate lipstick. Like he did, she too put the tip by his mouth, and he bit down. While he was chewing, she licked the chocolate off his lips, and they just lost each other in another tongue exchange kiss.

Fitz's hands went under her arms, and he pulled her up, her breasts hanging just over his mouth and he brought one down to his lips, licking off some remnants of chocolate. His hand went down and he pulled at her string panties again.

Liv went to her back as he kissed down her chest, and stopped where the panties covered her down below. "Well, this is easy." He said as his pointer finger moved the covering over and his other fingers began to stroke her.

Once again, her body arched, and she quietly hoping this would be the last of her orgasms for the night, she was exhausted. Leaving his hand there he went back up and kissed her, rubbing all the juices around her clit, never taking off the panties.

Liv pulled his head down into the kiss, breathing into it, and moaned. Both her knees bent up, then went back down. Her hand met his, rubbing with him now as she came all over his fingers. She stopped, opened her eyes and gave another moan. "You're killing me slowly tonight, Fitz."

He went to the bathroom, came back with a cloth. He wiped her chest in case any chocolate was left, rubbed her hands, and put the cloth next to the fountain.

Two thirty a.m. on their wedding night, now morning, and Liv was completely spent. As soon as he was lying next to her, her hand went down to his dick. "I owe you one."

"It'll be there, alert and ready in the morning light. Our first Mr. and Mrs. breakfast coming our way too." Liv wrapped her hand around his waist and before the movement stopped, she was already asleep, in the arms of the man she loved. Nothing ever or will ever match the security she felt being in his arms.

He looked at the ceiling, the dim lights from the hearts all around and he thought of the dream she described to him. He could never take those dreadful memories away the same way she couldn't take his dreadful ones away.

"The best we can do is lean on each other Livvie." He knew she didn't hear him. He kissed his wife's head, rubbing her shoulder. "I promise to be here for you, till death do us part."

In the quiet of the cabin, they both loved so much, the new Mr. and Mrs. Grant slept soundly in their bed. The covers up to keep their warmth contained. No dreams of blood, no dreams of war, just the dreams of beginning their forever. Inside Liv's womb, a life growing, not yet realizing all the love he will feel when his birthday arrives.