"My daddy bought a ginormous boat. It's as big as a house," Lily said to her friends in the room full of parents and children. There was a light buzz of conversation in the room but the children were the most audible.
It was Sunday afternoon and though Olivia had plans of laying in bed all morning because they just arrived home in the early morning, Liz had a dance meeting scheduled.
"It has a kitchen and a pool and me and mommy and daddy and my twin sisters were on the ocean. We um…" Lily forgot the word, "we went to the Tenefe Islands on the Canary."
"That's not a real place," one of the girls shot back at Lily.
"Yes, it is," Lily fired back. "It's the Tenefe- rife, tena-" Lily sighed, frustrated. "I forget the name."
"Did you go to Paris," one of the other girls asked Lily.
"Yes. My mommy had a fashion show and it was big like this." Lily stretched her arms as far as she could.
"That's so cool Lily," one of her friends gushed. "Was there a lot of fashion? And makeup?"
Lily nodded with a wide smile, "and my mom dressed all the models and they were walking like this." Lily strutted around like a model. "And they were sooo tall but not as tall as my daddy. My daddy is the tallest person I've ever met!"
Her friends laughed and began strutting around with her.
"My mom says it's not fair you get to go on vacation because no one else can. She says it's only cause your parents are rich," a girl said. She was the same age as Lily. "and that your dad is hot."
"My dad is not hot," Lily barked.
"Lily, shhhh," her friend said to her. The only thing more hilarious than their conversation was the fact that they believed no one could hear them.
"Your mommy is a meany," Lily said then she walked to Fitz and climbed onto his lap even though Daisy was sleeping in his arms. She folded her arms in a huff.
The girl's mother walked over quickly and took her across the room, whispering something in her ear that no one could hear.
The room was so tense and for a moment Olivia thought to confront the girl's mother but quickly changed her mind. She had Isabelle sleeping in her arms and she was too jet-lagged from her trip but it was there that she decided to pull Lily from dance. She'd resisted because she knew realistically that she couldn't create a perfect world for her. There would be people that didn't like her and she would have to deal with that but it wasn't children her age that she was dealing with, it was the adults.
Moments later, Liz walked in.
"Hello Parents, dancers," Liz said. "Hi Lily, my little star is back and I'm happy you are even though I thought you were going away for a few weeks and you ended up leaving for more than a month. Where did you go on vacation?" Liz asked.
"Tene-re Island," Lily said, "tene-if-re," she got frustrated again. "Daddy, help me."
"It's called Tenerife Island," He said softly to Lily.
"Tenerife Island," Lily said, "we went on my daddy's yacht. It was soooo big."
"Can I get a ride?" Liz asked her.
"Yes," Lily said with a smile. "But we left it in Barlecona so it's not here yet."
"Barcelona," Fitz whispered to Lily.
"Oops. I mean Barcelona," Lily said with a smile.
Liz laughed and went on with her meeting that lasted almost half an hour and when she was finished she walked to Olivia and Fitz.
"Welcome back, everyone looks so tanned," Liz said.
"I'm thinking of pulling Lily from dance," Olivia said, getting straight to the point.
Liz frowned, "why?"
"Because I can't stand these immature, gossiping parents who talk about my 5 years old daughter as if she's an adult. I'll get her a private tutor. If you want you can tutor her privately at our home but she's not coming back here with these vapid stage mothers."
Liz turned to the room, "excuse me," she said to parents who started to leave.
"Hello? Excuse me!' Liz yelled.
The group of parents stopped and returned to the room.
"So I'm going to say something and I'm only going to say it once. Stop talking about Lily and her parents around your children. I'd prefer if you stop talking about them period but that's another story. Stop talking about the kid, she's five and if it continues then you can find a new studio for your kids. Okay? That's all I have to say, I'm not tolerating this. Have a nice day!"
The parents began leaving again then Liz turned back to Olivia, "okay, they can't say I didn't warn them."
Olivia shrugged, "alright but if it continues after this we're leaving."
"I wouldn't blame you," Liz said.
She lifted Lily, "are you ready to dance your little butt off tomorrow missy?"
Lily nodded and smiled, "yes."
"Okay. I'll see you, tomorrow kid," Liz said.
After leaving the studio, Olivia took the girls to the hair salon. They spent a week in and out of salt and chlorine water and so she decided to spend the afternoon getting all of their hair treated and styled especially since she had court in the morning. Fitz got a haircut while he waited for his girls.
In the morning, Fitz was up early preparing for his 9 am court appearance. He went down to the gym a little after 5 am and ran an hour on the treadmill and when he returned to their bedroom Olivia had just woken.
"You went jogging?" Olivia asked, noticing his sweaty appearance.
Fitz nodded as he walked over to her and kissed her softly on the lips. "I have to keep fit for you, don't I?" he said with a smile.
"I feel bad, I haven't worked out in god knows how long. I used to every morning with my trainer but now…"
"You still get a little work out here and there…"
"You get the workout, I get worked in."
Fitz chuckled, "good one. I'm gonna shave and wash off."
"Wait, I'll come with you," Olivia said.
Fitz walked to the bathroom, "come then."
Once he was showered and partially dressed he went to the girl's bedroom and woke Lily for school. He let Daisy and Isabelle sleep in but Lily had school at 8:30. Sonia would drop her because dropping Lily to school wouldn't give them enough time to get to the courthouse on time.
Sonia arrived earlier than usual as they had asked her to and when she did she had the same perturbed look that Olivia had noticed during the trip.
"Morning," Olivia said to her in the kitchen as she sipped on her latte.
"Morning," Sonia said. "You look well-rested."
Olivia smiled, "yeah, I really needed that vacation. It was perfect."
"When do you start work?"
"You know I usually take two weeks off after fashion month to clear my head so I'll go back next Monday."
Sonia nodded, "okay so I wanted to talk to you. I should've told you this on the trip but I didn't want to ruin your vacation."
"Okay," Olivia said hesitantly.
"Where is Fitz?" Sonia asked.
"He's upstairs," she answered. "Should I get him? Does he need to be here for this or-"
"No, you know I'd rather just talk to you."
"Okay…"
Sonia took a breath, "so Kristen won't be coming back."
"What? Why not? Did she find something else?"
"No. I told her not to come back. I didn't even want to tell you this but I'm not a big fan of lying so I told her not to come back because I think she has a crush on your husband."
Olivia frowned, "Really? I mean that's kind of annoying but a little crush is harmless, right? She's your niece. I don't want to fire her over that."
"Maybe crush wasn't the right word," Sonia said. "She has feelings for your husband. I've been watching her for the last few weeks and I noticed. I didn't like it but I didn't say anything because I thought it was harmless, just like you, then I caught her watching you two on your boat."
"Watching us on the boat?" Olivia asked, confused.
"The night before she left…"
Olivia choked on a sip of her coffee when it went down her air hole and coughed until she could breathe again.
"Angel, are you okay?" Fitz said as he walked in.
Olivia nodded, "mhmm."
She walked to the large fridge and took a bottle of cold water and sipped it.
"Hey Sonia," Fitz said, "how's the jetlag?"
"I got some good sleep yesterday after church."
"Good. By the way, I really wanted to thank you for helping us out while we were on vacation. You were such a big help."
"No problem, I'm happy to help," Sonia said with a smile.
"Lily's upstairs, she just woke up and she hasn't had breakfast yet," Fitz said.
"Okay, let me go check on them," Sonia said then excused herself.
"What happened?" Fitz asked.
"Can I tell you later," Olivia said.
Fitz nodded and headed back to their closet to finish getting dressed. Olivia followed him. Fitz wore a tieless navy Dior suit. With Olivia as creative director of the women's line, every time she got the chance she filled his wardrobe with clothes from the men's collection. Olivia did her makeup while Fitz dressed then she dressed in a cream Dior pantsuit belted at the waist. She wore nude Louboutin heels and a brown Hermes bag. She left her hair down from the blowout she got at the salon.
After she kissed her daughters' goodbye she went downstairs and met Fitz on the driveway. He was standing by the red Lamborghini.
"Fitz we are not driving that to court," She said.
"Oh yes, we are."
"Fitz."
"Get in, loser."
Olivia rolled her eyes as she decided it wasn't worth getting worked up over. Fitz opened the door on her side and waited until she stepped into the front passenger seat then he closed the door for her then he walked around his side and got in.
He pulled up at the courthouse and swiped his card at the parking meter for a few hours. A car of guards parked behind him. They stayed in the car because with all the firearms they carried they wouldn't be able to make it into the courthouse.
His lawyer met him on the steps.
"Livie, you remember John Dagliesh."
Olivia smiled and nodded, "of course."
John stretched his hand to Olivia, "nice to see you again Mrs. Grant. We're gonna be outta here in a jiffy. They're trying to get child support without proof of paternity. The entire idea has no legal standing."
Olivia smiled and nodded.
Once they checked into the courthouse it was 9 am when they were allowed into the courtroom. Sasha was there, dressed in an inappropriately tight and low cut dress. Olivia rolled her eyes and sat beside Fitz, Olivia and John were on the first row of seats before the benches. Sasha sat on the other side with her lawyer.
"I love you with red lips," Fitz said.
"Fitz, the color of my lipstick is the least important thing right now," she said with a smile.
"Why? There are a lot less important things than that. They're in the room right now."
Olivia chuckled, "stop. You're so loud."
The judge walked in.
"All rise for the honorable Judge Vivienne Madden." the bailiff announced.
Everyone stood and waited for the judge to sit before returning to their seats.
"Case docket number - PS11324-987
The judge nodded.
"Okay, so if I understand correctly we have an emergency hearing for the distribution of child support funds?"
Both lawyers answered. "Yes, your honor."
The judge was an older black woman. She sported a friendly look on her face and seemed very stylish with her black robe adorned in accessories.
"Okay, I'd like to hear from the plaintiff?"
Sasha's lawyer stood. "Thank you, your honor. We filed this emergency hearing because my client is seeking financial support by the child's non-custodial parent."
"Does the non-custodial parent acknowledge paternity?" the judge asked.
"No, your honor but we have proof of paternity."
"Okay, I'd like to see it."
The bailiff walked to Sasha's lawyer and took a folder from him then he brought it to the judge. She flipped through the folder.
"What's this?" she asked.
"It's proof of a relationship between my client and the defendant."
"These are lewd text messages that I don't know for sure even came from the defendant. Furthermore proof of a relationship doesn't establish proof of paternity I was expecting to see the result of a notarized DNA test or something of the sort."
Sasha looked over to Fitz and Olivia. Olivia was staring at the judge and Fitz was staring at Olivia.
"You're honor we don't have a DNA test as it stands but the defendant's name is on the child's birth certificate."
"Was the defendant married to the petitioner?" the judge asked.
"No."
"Okay then anyone can write a name on a birth certificate. That doesn't prove anything."
"I understand your honor but my client believes it's in the best interest of the child that his non custodial parent begin emergency payments now while the court sorts through the issue of paternity."
"You don't expect me in good conscience to order the defendant to pay child support with no proof of paternity nor acknowledge of paternity, do you? What is your legal basis for that request?"
"Your honor, we have an acknowledgement of networth as requested from the defendant and his net worth combined with his wife is well over 15 billion dollars just in cash assets. If you add investments and both of their companies combined the number swells exponentially. I believe that in the interest of the child's welfare the defendant can and must financially support the child since the custodial mother is no longer able to. The defendant has refused to meet during the last month and has stalled every step of the way. I'm sure he intends to drag this process out as long as possible with the numerous lawyers he has at his disposal and in the meantime his child suffers."
Olivia frowned at Sasha's lawyer calling the boy Fitz's child. It was something she couldn't get used to.
The judge tilted her head thoughtfully, "if I were to rule in your client's favor on a temporary measure while you establish paternity, what is the amount requested?"
"We requested a sum of $50,000 monthly but-"
"Excuse me? The judge asked.
"$50,000 without proof of paternity?"
"Your honor, we chose this amount because in the affidavit of expenses, we discovered that the defendant's other children have roughly the same amount spent on them monthly and we seek only to afford my clients child the equal living conditions. The expenses for the children include private school that runs around $50, 000 a semester which is roughly $10,000 monthly. The children have three rotating nannies. Dance lessons that cost $2,000 a month, as well as swimming lessons, extra tutors, tennis lessons, and multiple thousands of dollars spent on frivolous luxury items such as clothes and shoes and personal care and toys."
"The issue though, Mr. Cohen, which I think you understand is that his other children are in fact acknowledged as the defendant's children. You do not have the burden of proof to demand that sum."
"Your honor-"
"Thank you Mr. Cohen, I'd like to hear from the defendant."
Fitz's lawyer stood.
"Mr. Dagliesh, what is your defense?"
"Your honor, I don't know where to start. My client, General Fitzgerald Grant III does not acknowledge paternity for this child, mostly because he didn't know the child existed until a month ago, give or take, which was shortly after he returned home from service to his country. We've demanded a dna test be taken to verify this woman's claim and if the test does in fact prove that the child is his he will happily negotiate a fair monthly support payment. We asked this be done but the petitioner refused and so we find ourselves in new and abnormal legal territory of trying to force a man to pay child support for a child not proven to be his."
"I must agree with you Mr. Dagliesh, extraordinary claims demand extraordinary proof. Ms. Luback, you claim General Grant the father of your child but other no proof. I'm afraid I can't sympathize if you are unwilling to have the child take a test.
"Your honor," Her lawyer began. "My client feels that DNA tests are dehumanizing and would single her son out as unworthy and less than the rest of his children. In the case that all his children take a test, the three that he claims and my clients-"
"Your petition is rejected I won't reject it with prejudice. If you take the test that proves the paternity of your child then you may refile."
"Your honor," John said, "if I may."
"You may," the judge responded.
"I find it extraordinarily rare that someone so certain of the paternity of her child, refuses the test that can confirm it. But it's almost as if he already knows the answer the test will yield. During her pregnancy, your honor, Ms. Luback told a man named Alexander Zelensky that he was the father after a one-night intimate encounter. Mr. Zelensky tried to support his child but left when Ms. Luback inexplicably decided to place another man's name on the child's birth certificate. The reason why it is my client is here today and not Mr. Zelensky is because Mr. Zelensky is a local Dj, who makes a salary enough to support himself in a small apartment he shares with a roommate downtown LA. He isn't a millionaire or even a billionaire like my client and so Ms. Luback decided he wasn't worthy of paternity, even though she admitted he was the father.
"I have a signed affidavit by Mr. Zelensky swearing to the facts as I presented them. I also have a signed affidavit from the former Best friend of mr. Luback who claims Ms. Luback was obsessed with impregnating herself with my clients- let's call it 'reproductive specimen'."
The few people in the private hearing of the court chuckled.
"We have multiple text messages affirming that without my client's consent or knowledge, Ms. Luback attempted to sabotage condoms, store my clients sperm after fellacial activities, and then tried to impregnate herself with trace amounts left in her mouth. She tried to steal used condoms and she did so consistently for the two months that she was involved with my client. Ms. Luback admitted to her friend that none of it was successful and so when my client ended their intimate relationship as was his right, Ms. Lubakc resorted to other measures, similar to extortion to ensure some form of monetary compensation from General Grant who hadn't sufficiently spoiled her to her desire. In fact, he didn't spoil her at all because my client does not believe in paying women solely because they are intimate, a practice that Ms. Luback seems accustomed to."
"That is not true," Sasha yelled. "None of that is true!"
"-excuse me. Are you calling my client a whore?" Sasha Lawyer shouted.
"No, I merely pointed out the disturbing behavior that led to this outlandish petition."
The judge banged her gavel to reset decorum in the courtroom.
"Order, please" The judge began. "What do you suggest, Mr. Dagliesh?"
"I suggest the only thing that is fair to the child, your honor. A DNA test that will prove that my client has no responsibility of paternity and in that case, Ms. Luback should be ordered to change the name of her son and to remove my client's name from the child's birth certificate. rumors would like to file a restraining order against Ms. Luback ordering her to stay one hundred feet away from my client, his biological children and his wife, whom just a month ago was antagonized when Ms. Luback showed up to her place of business and shouted unsubstantiated rumors for all her employees to hear."
The judge took a moment with the information. "Mr. Dagliesh, I'd like to see the evidence you've brought forward."
The bailiff took the papers from John and handed them to the judge.
"Your honor we have not had a chance to review the evidence," Sasha lawyer said.
"This is not a trial, Mr. Cohen, you have no such right in these proceedings."
John smiled, "your honor, those records of text messages were retrieved from the phone company of the former best friend of Ms. Luback. They could not be altered or deleted. Along with sworn affidavits under penalty of perjury."
The judge read them over for a few moments.
"I could've done without descriptions of samples of biological specimen in people's mouths," the judge said. " but still, I agree. Ms. Luback, are you willing to submit your child to a legal paternity test?"
Sasha stood, "your honor, I am not. Paternity tests are not always accurate and I don't believe in them."
"That's unfortunate," the judge said. "I do believe in them and the court does. You are hereby ordered to submit your child to a DNA test tomorrow at 9 am at the courthouse that is done under the supervision of the court. If you fail to appear with your son or the test is taken and it does not establish paternity then you are ordered to remove General Grant's name for the child's birth certificate. You are ordered to remove the last name Grant from the child's legal name, you may keep the first and middle names. You are ordered to stay 100 feet from the defendant, his wife, and biological children. You are ordered to cease all claims of paternity against the defendant or you may be liable for libel and/or other forms of legal recourse. Also, if you don't show up tomorrow, I will hold you in contempt. It is so ordered."
The judge banged her gavel and stood.
"All rise," The bailiff announced loudly.
Everyone stood. Olivia couldn't contain the smile on her face this time.
When the judge left her to chamber Olivia hugged Fitz and kissed him.
"Baby, it's almost over," Olivia mumbled as she kissed him.
"It's not over until we have our celebratory fuck," Fitz said with a chuckle.
Olivia smiled, "well that and we need to get the results of the test."
"After everything that just happened you still think-"
"I don't," she said flustered. "I don't know it's just that if there's a tiny chance that there is then it's just going to keep gnawing at me."
Fitz turned to John, "I need to talk to Sasha."
John nodded and walked over to Sasha and her lawyer quickly. She's just grabbed her purse but she was too busy staring at Fitz and Olivia, trying to make out their conversation, that she got delayed in her exit
"What did you say to him?" Olivia asked.
"I want to talk to Sasha," Fitz answered.
"I'd like for our clients to meet," John said to Sasha's Lawyer.
"No chance in hell," he responded.
"Do it," Sasha said.
"Your client doesn't have a dollar to her name. I think a meet up wouldn't kill her."
"When?" Mr. Cohen asked.
"In a minute, in front of the courthouse."
John walked back to Fitz.
"Outside in a minute."
Fitz nodded and took Olivia by the hand and walked off. Sasha and her lawyer had already left. John grabbed his files that had been brought back by the bailiff and followed them. When Fitz stepped outside, Sasha and her Lawyer were there.
She looked Olivia up and down then she turned to Fitz.
"I need you to have that DNA test done today."
"Why would we do that?" Her lawyer asked.
"Because Sasha knows what the result will say tomorrow and when it does, I can sue for libel, defamation, extortion and maybe I'll throw some undue stress in there as well. As you can see John is very good, he'll make something stick."
"Are you threatening us?"
"Yup."
"No, he's not," John interjected.
"Yes, I am," Fitz interjected back. "I am threatening you because if you make me wait till tomorrow I'll do exactly what I just said."
"Why should I do that for you? You're probably going to do it regardless," Sasha finally spoke.
"Baby, can I have a second," Fitz said.
Olivia nodded, "I'll be by the car."
Olivia walked towards the red Lamborghini parked directly in front of the courthouse. Sasha turned and watched as she walked.
"I don't care about you enough to hold a grudge as long as you give me what I want."
"Why do you even need it now?"
Fitz leaned closer to her head. She smelled like too much perfume.
"Because tonight, when I fuck my wife into a deep and dreamless sleep, I want her to be content knowing that I wasn't stupid enough to impregnate someone as boring and plastic as you with my first son," Fitz said with a stone face.
He stepped back and turned to John. They took a few paces forward so there was enough space between them that they could talk privately.
"Can you take care of this?"
"Of course, I have a guy at the lab a few blocks from here. If we shoot him a couple grand he can have the test done on the spot and we already have the sample you gave so were good."
Fitz nodded, "take her to get the kid and have the test done and just make sure she doesn't try anything else. I want the results as soon as you can get them."
John nodded, "if you need it, I can make sure the kid at the lab gives you the results you want."
"No, I think it'll be fine," Fitz said.
John nodded.
Fitz stretched his hand for a shake. "Good work today John."
John nodded, "thanks Fitz."
Fitz walked across the court pavilion to Olivia who was a vision as she waited by their car. She was on the phone but hung up as he approached her.
Fitz wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her.
Sasha looked on with jealous rage.
Fitz kissed her lips then smiled, "John is taking care of it. He should get the results back soon."
"Really?" Olivia said with a smile, "well I have good news and bad news."
Fitz let her down gently to the ground.
"Bad news first," Fitz said.
"Can I tell you in the car?" she asked.
Fitz nodded and opened the door on her side of the car then walked around and let himself in the driver's seat. Olivia locked on her seatbelt and Fitz did the same.
"What is it?" he asked.
"You said bad news first?"
Fitz nodded then he pulled out of the spot and drove down the street.
"Kristen won't be coming back," Olivia began.
"Why not?"
"Sonia told her to leave because she's...well...she has a crush on you but not an innocent crush which I could live with. I think she wants you."
"Oh," was all Fitz said.
"You don't seem surprised."
Fitz shrugged as he drove, "Nothing anyone does surprises me anymore."
"Well, she watched us have sex on the boat."
"When?"
"That night on the deck."
"We had sex every night all over the deck."
Olivia smiled and bit her lips as memory replayed in mind, "on the sunbed. It was the night before she left. We were on the sunbed and you were smoking and your lips were so warm when you kissed me…"
Fitz smiled and nodded, "of course I remember that."
"I don't know how I didn't see it, Sonia did but she's her niece so of course she saw it. You didn't notice anything?" she asked Fitz.
"Olivia, I'm too consumed with you to care about any other woman. I don't care what she's saying to me. I don't care how she's looking at me."
She blushed heavily, "well now that I think about it maybe she fell off the boat intentionally. She knows you can swim. Lily is almost 6 and the twins are almost 4 and they managed to stay on the boat."
"She was being a little dramatic," Fitz said.
"That was the bad news-"
"Wasn't that bad," Fitz said.
Olivia chuckled, "but the good news is that Liz just called and she told me that they are having a showcase at the dance studio for a father-daughter dance duet in two weeks."
Fitz smiled and Olivia smiled so widely in response that her eyes were almost closed. "I knew you'd be happy."
"That's great actually," Fitz said with a wide, perfect smile.
"Yes, so tomorrow, you have to go to the studio for Liz to work on a routine with you and Lily after school and of course I'm going to be there." Olivia clapped her hands exuberantly, "I'm so excited."
Fitz laughed, "I am too."
"Maybe you could do a ballet routine. You could be a big tree and Lily could be a pretty little lily flower dancing around you."
"I'll do whatever they want me to. I'll dance in a fucking dress if that's what my daughter needs."
Fitz stopped at the red light, they were approaching the hills. He ran his hands up Olivia's thigh, she shivered, she needed to change the subject.
"Did she tell you that she wanted a big tea party with all her friends for her birthday?"
Fitz nodded. And chuckled, "she told me she wanted tea cakes and pastry puffs and she wanted ponies and there was something about princesses- I think everyone is supposed to dress like one?"
The light changed green and he drove into their gated community.
"Well Lily wants a big party and we're gonna give it to her. I have our party planner coming by next week to talk with Lily about what she wants."
Fitz nodded.
After he pulled into their yard, he parked by the marble fountain right in front of the house. Daisy and Isabelle ran through the front door. Isabelle ran to Olivia and Daisy ran to Fitz. Fitz grabbed Daisy and threw her up in the air and she screamed with delight.
Olivia kissed Isabelle but immediately she shimmied from her grasp and ran to Fitz.
"Daddy, do me! Do me!" Isabelle yelled.
Fitz let Daisy down then he took Isabelle and threw her up in the air. She screamed with joy.
Sonia was standing by the door, waiting for them.
"Okay girls, we have to finish your lesson. is waiting for you."
Ms. Holden was the private tutor for the girls. On Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. She had a three-hour class in the mornings with the twins.
"Okay, go on girls," Fitz said, "after your class, we can play."
They ran back to Sonia and she took them inside.
When Fitz walked into her bedroom after Olivia he closed the door. His phone chimed in his pocket and he took it out to check the message. It was Lucky inviting him somewhere he didn't plan on going.
Olivia walked to her closet and began undressing. Fitz walked in moments after her. Olivia was in her bra and panties now and she was slipping off her heels. Her bra and panties were a matching mesh set. He could see her nipples through the cream, polka-dot fabric.
Fitz took a breath and looked away. "Since we're both home when the girls or finished with class why don't we take them out."
"Since Greg is out today we can go them out for lunch. They really love Chuck E. Cheese and I guess now is the perfect time to go because not that many kids will be there and all the kids that are there are around the twin's age and they haven't been there in months so I think they'll be excited." Olivia sat on the sofa and pulled the diamond knobs from her ears.
Fitz pulled off his jacket and then began removing his shirt.
When Olivia removed her earrings she walked to the bathroom and washed her hands and face then walked back to her closet. Fitz was stripped down to his Calvin Klein underpants.
Olivia walked to the couch and sat against the arm propped up by the cushions. She opened her leg slightly.
"Very subtle," Fitz said as he stood leaned against the wall.
Olivia opened her legs even wider.
Fitz sighed and walked to her. She smiled and sat up with her legs hanging off the sofa when she realized she'd provoked his resolve to break.
Fitz stooped in front of her on the sofa and smiled a devilishly handsome smile.
"We have an hour and a half to kill before the girls are done."
"I'm not having sex with you," Fitz said.
Olivia frowned, "why not. We have something to celebrate, the petition was dismissed."
"We didn't get the results back yet-"
"I don't care."
"I thought you did," Fitz teased.
"Not right now."
Fitz lifted her leg over his shoulder and kissed her inner thigh softly, right at the spot before her crotch. Olivia let out a soft breath, annoyed that he was going to make her beg for it.
"I have plans for you later and I don't want you complaining about your vagina."
"I won't, I promise," Olivia said all too eagerly.
Fitz inched his head lower and kissed her further up. She smelled so good between her legs, she was always, inexplicably sweet like the nectar of a flower or fruit.
He inhaled deeply and felt his cock stiffen in his underpants.
Olivia bit her lips and ran her hands through his hair gently, waiting for him to take her however he wanted.
He needed to taste whatever was inside her that smelled so sweet.
Fitz slowly pulled the mesh fabric from the crotch aside. He spread her lips apart with his thumbs and sucked the juices from her hole.
Olivia's eyes widened when she felt it. "Ahhh-" she moaned.
He continued sucking, hard. She could feel his uneven breath on her clit.
"Ahhhhh-mmm," she panted.
Her eyes sprung water and as soon as she remembered to breathe Fitz stopped and leaned his head up.
"No- don't stop," she said breathlessly, "baby- why did you stop?"
Fitz ignored her and kissed up her torso.
"Fitz," Olivia panted, "I want it. Do it again
He kept kissing as he reached behind her back and undid the hook of her bra. Once her breasts were free he licked lightly over her nipple. The new sensation distracted her from the old one.
A moan escaped her lips and suddenly Fitz stopped and stood.
"Come here," he said softly as he took her by both hands and helped her up from the couch.
He pulled her against him with her back against his chest and groped her breasts.
Fitz walked her to the wall and braced her against it. He reached into his underpants and pulled his engorged penis out from under the white cotton fabric and then he reached under Olivia and moved her panties to the side then entered her fiercely. He held onto her breasts from behind and fucked her hard against the wall.
He pulled her shiny black hair to the side and kissed her neck from behind. Olivia was on the tips of her toes but Fitz still had to bend slightly to make up the height difference.
"Fitz," Olivia whispered as she bit her lips. She reached back and grabbed it into his hair. "I'm cuming- I'm cuming."
"Fuck-baby," Fitz bellowed as he came. He slowly thrust into her as he cum spewed from him.
He grabbed her tighter and pulled her face toward his and kissed her hungrily. Her walls throbbed on him, contracting and expanding, over and over as her orgasm rolled over her.
It always drove him mad, it was intoxicating. He closed his eyes and held her even tighter and robotically he felt himself moving with her towards the couch.
He needed more. He always needed more. Why did he always need more? What was it about her that made it impossible to have enough of her?
He bent her over on the couch and thrust into her. They'd just cum, together, seconds earlier but it didn't matter. Fitz thrust with a speed that made the cum he left inside her froth like cream around her opening, running between her sex and his.
A small voice in the back of his head was always there to remind him to be careful. Sometimes it was so easy to forget the difference in their size and what that meant. It meant that he couldn't thrust his entire length in her. That would hurt her. Sometimes the need to feel her walls around the entire length of his cock made it difficult to see reason. He found himself going deeper and deeper but never going all the way. It would be selfish to and the one thing he knew for sure had changed about him was that he was no longer selfish. He couldn't be, especially when it came to her.
Olivia had her face pressed against the seat of the sofa. Fitz grabbed a fist full over her hair with one hand while the other was planted squarely on her ass.
She felt her orgasm close and in the moment as Fitz thrust into her from behind she lost her balance and fell onto her stomach on the couch.
Before she could take a breath, Fitz turned her on her side and opened her legs slightly, like a scissor. He moved her moist panties then he was inside her again. Fitz leaned over and kissed her slowly, sloppily. She was close again. Olivia instinctively reached up and grabbed around his large bicep to steady herself.
When she closed her eyes, her center exploded in waves of pleasure.
She was so consumed with her own pleasure that it wasn't until she opened her eyes that she realized Fitz came. When he pulled out, cum still drained from his penis and it dripped on her stomach.
When she looked down at her stomach she chuckled and slid her finger in the white fluid splattered all over her skin. Fitz watched as she slid her finger in her mouth and licked it.
"Olivia, don't start," Fitz said breathlessly.
She smiled and ran her hands over her stomach and spread his cum over breasts then she licked her fingers again.
"Stop it," he said.
"Hmmm…" Olivia hummed softly, "I love you."
Fitz finally pulled in a long-needed breath and smiled, "I love you more."
He leaned between her legs and fixed her underwear and then turned her around and lifted her around his waist. He pressed her against him and squished her breasts against his chest just to feel the warmth of them.
Olivia wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his lips softly. "I can't get enough of you."
"I'm not going anywhere."
Olivia smiled sadly, "I know. I keep telling myself that everything anyone has ever done to us, we've gotten through it all. I think I just need to get used to this again."
"Doesn't this feel normal?"
"Yes. No," Olivia shook her head, "I don't know. It still feels too good to be true, almost unreal but I don't care, you're here and that's all that matters to me." She kissed him again then she hopped down from his waist. "Wait, was my surprise?" she asked, trying to change the subject.
"I was gonna hog-tie you and put you on the Sybian then we'd just fuck until we passed out."
Olivia flushed hot.
"Are you scared?"
"I have to be Fitz, you're crazy,"
He chuckled, "you said special occasions and today is a special occasion because in a couple of hours you'll know for sure that I skirted unwanted fatherhood from a psychopath."
Olivia shrugged and pulled off her soaking wet underwear. She looked down at his underpants. His penis still hung over the top of the band and he looked ridiculous.
"I'm going to wash off. I can't deal with you." Olivia walked quickly to the bathroom.
"I'm coming with you," Fitz yelled though it took him a few minutes before he went.
They were sitting at a booth in Chuck E. Cheese. The twins were sharing a small pizza after playing around the arcade for an hour and a half. It was then that Fitz's cell phone rang. He saw that it was John and answered.
"So I just left the lab and I got the results and it's settled, you not the kid's dad. I'll email you a copy of the report."
"Okay, thanks John, just make sure that she gets my name off that birth certificate and changes the kids last name. I still want her to take the legally binding one so we can end this."
"Of course," John responded.
Fitz hung up and turned to tell Olivia.
"I know," she said before he could respond.
"I just didn't want there to be any doubt in your mind."
She leaned over to him and kissed his lips. "Thank you for that."
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