A/N - I wanted to prepare you for this chapter but I really didn't want to give away any spoilers so all I can say is let me know your reaction to it.

In the morning when Olivia woke Fitz was asleep beside her. She was smug because finally, she'd woken before him. It wasn't her this time who was dead to the world from exhaustion, it was him. He did deserve every minute of sleep he got because he'd expended himself beyond what any normal man should.

When she sat up she saw faded blood on the sheets and when she looked at Fitz's back there were scratch marks.

She shook him until he woke.

"Fitz?"

"Ugh..what?" he answered sleepily. "If you woke me up to complain about-"

"Your back. Oh my god, I'm so sorry, I didn't even know what I was doing."

"I'm fine with it."

Olivia rolled her eyes, "because you're a psychopath."

"That's what the therapists say."

He yawned and went back to bed.

Olivia sat up and inspected his back. The marks weren't as deep as she thought but with dried, smeared blood on his back she wasn't sure.

"Wake up," she said to Fitz.

He ignored her.

Olivia shook him, "wake up."

"Baby, you aren't serious."

"You do this to me all the time," Olivia quipped.

Fitz sighed and sat up. It was true.

"Well don't sigh like I'm annoying you."

"You're not, you just won't let me sleep."

Olivia frowned.

"Well I'm up now," he leaned in and kissed her lips. "What's up."

"I feel terrible about your back. Does it hurt?"

"Nope."

She pressed her finger against his back and expected him to wince.

"Mm," he moaned. "Do that again."

"You're insane."

"Can we have sex again."

"Maybe…"

Olivia hopped off her bed and stepped on the wand Fitz flung on the floor.

"Ouch," she grumbled. Then she felt soreness between her legs and her knees gave out. She felt herself falling but Fitz caught her.

"Woah, baby, are you alright?"

Olivia nodded and sat on the bed, and stretched her legs "my legs just gave out."

Fitz laughed and stretched in the bed, "last night was fucking amazing."

Olivia blushed slightly and turned her face, "yes. It was."

Fitz pulled her back on the bed and kissed her. She was still naked from last night, as was Fitz. With his hand, he caressed her stomach."Are you hungry?"

"Yes and I'm going to make us breakfast," Olivia said.

"You don't have to do that and didn't you say Greg was supposed to come in today?" Fitz responded. He reached over to the nightstand and checked the time on his phone.

"Yeah but-"

"But nothing," he said with a smile.

"You take such good care of me and I feel like I'm not doing anything back-"

"Stop. You're gestating our kid."

She rolled her eyes and blushed, "still.'

"No, the last thing you need to be worried about is making me breakfast. You're doing everything for me just by being my wife."

"Okay- don't get me all teary-eyed now," she complained.

Fitz smiled his charming smile that always melted her insides, "I'm not trying to but it's true. You've changed my entire life. You've given me everything that I didn't know I wanted or needed."

Olivia shook her head and leaned down and kissed him softly.

"You've changed me too. If I hadn't met you I'd still be slave to my father. He'd still be passing me around like some pawn and I don't know if I'd have the courage to stop him, to truly stop him."

Fitz caressed her cheek as he stared into her brown eyes.

"Did he hit you often?"

"Why do you think he hit me?"

"Because I remember when you left the base and you went to his office. The way he spoke to you was-"

"-I'd really have to piss him off for him to hit me and that didn't happen often because I didn't like to be hit," she said with a small, humorless chuckle. "Whenever he did hit me, he'd never apologize, he'd just tell me it was my fault for making him angry and then he'd buy me jewelry or something that he thought I wanted and we would never speak about it again. As if it didn't happen."

"Does it still bother you?"

"Not anymore," she said with a smile, "Now I have my own daughters and their dad is amazing and I'm so happy that they have that. I do get a little jealous sometimes when I see how great you are with them because I wish I had that when I was younger."

"Really?" Fitz asked.

"Yup but don't get a big head," she said with a smile as she leaned down and kissed him again then she leaned up, eager to change the conversation. "I have to pee and then can you use that wand thing on me again. I loved it."

She hopped up and walked to the bathroom. When she finished urinating she turned on the faucet in the shower then she walked back to the vanity.

Olivia didn't see Fitz until she heard a loud buzz behind her and jumped.

"You scared me," she said with a chuckle. "Is that another one. You have to give me a tour of your sex chest okay."

"You aren't ready for the tour."

He leaned her over the vanity and opened her legs slightly. He slid the vibrator between her legs and pressed it against her clit. With a gasp, she closed her eyes and bit her lips and Fitz just stood and watched her for the seconds it took to make her cum.

An hour later, after brushing their teeth and bathing they went to find the girls with Pam in their playroom. They'd bathed and eaten breakfast already and since they were doing an activity Fitz and Olivia left them to it and went back to their bedroom.

"Why don't you change into a swimsuit and we'll go for a swim in the pool. I'm gonna go down to Greg and have him make something for us and bring it out to the pool."

Olivia smiled, "I'm liking that idea."

Olivia went to her closet while Fitz headed downstairs. She changed into a swimsuit and grabbed two towels for them both. After she dressed, Fitz walked in. He kept his eyes from her to stop his heart rate from elevating. He pulled off his pants and changed into swim trunks.

Olivia smiled as she watched him but said nothing.

"Come on," he said as he pulled his arms around her waist and walked to her out of the closet.

He walked her down the stairs then out in the yard to the pool.

Olivia walked to steps that led into the pool. Fitz walked to the deep end on the other side of the pool and jumped in. Water splashed all around and on Olivia.

"Fitz," she whined.

She stepped into the cool water and walked to the edge where she could see the view of Los Angeles from her yard.

Fitz swam to her and hugged her from behind. Water splashed in her hair.

"Fitz, you're getting water in my hair."

He kissed her cheek from behind, "wootah in my hareee." Fitz teased.

Olivia stomped on his toe in the water though he barely felt it. "Stop making fun of the way I speak because I don't speak like that."

Fitz chuckled, "but that's my favorite thing to do- well, not the favorite but it's close."

Olivia chuckled, "what's your favorite?"

"You have to be more specific?"

"What's your favorite activity to do with me?"

"My favorite thing has to be fucking you. Come on...how is that even a question."

"Yeah, I should've known better," she said blushing.

Fitz smiled and reached his hand down into her bikini bottom. Olivia half turned her body to him and kissed him softly on the lips. "The last time I wanted to have sex outside you gave me such shit about it."

"We're in the pool now," he said absently, "They can't see anything happening in the water."

"Nothing is happening in the water."

"A lot will be happening in a minute," he said with a smirk.

He turned her around and lifted her then sat her on the edge of the pool.

"Greg should be coming with our food soon."

"What is he making?"

"I have no fucking idea," he said with a chuckle.

"Well, I have no idea what I'm going to say to Sonia to get her to move to New york with us. I really want her there with the girls and our new baby. We need a new nanny to help her with the girls while she takes care of the baby. We need two nannies for the weekend-"

"Two?"

"Fitz, we'll have four children before the end of the year, I need two people watching them at any given time."

"Yeah, you're right. I just hate having so many people in the house."

"I do too but we'll have four children, with that comes the need for extra nannies and maids and cooks and security and tutors. I'd love to take a lot of people to New York with us but it's not realistic to expect them to drop their lives and come with us. We have to start looking for new people to vet."

"I need an assistant, I've been putting off a lot of shit and I keep asking the workers at Corp and I'm sure they're annoyed with me."

"You need to go back to work, you'll have like three assistants waiting for you there."

"I told you I was going next week."

Olivia chuckled, "you said tomorrow."

"Did I?" Fitz feigned ignorance.

"Yes, you did."

"Fine," he said with a chuckle. "I'll go tomorrow to look around at things. It'll help to be busy anyways. These last two weeks have been great and I'm not looking forward to you being gone."

He leaned in and kissed her again.

They both heard someone clear their throat behind them. Fitz broke the kiss and turned around. Greg stood with a tray, "Mr. Grant, where would you like the tray placed?"

"You can bring it over here," Fitz said.

Greg nodded and walked over to them and placed the tray at the edge of the pool.

"Thank you so much, Greg," Olivia said with a smile.

Greg nodded and returned to the house.

Olivia dug into the food. Greg served a beautiful platter with bacon club sandwiches and two side salads and mint lemonade.

Fitz flashed the water from his hands and took a sandwich as well. In the middle of his sandwich, Olivia noticed he stopped and stared absently into space mid-bite as if he was listening to something she couldn't hear.

"Fitz?" she called.

He shrugged, "Well, this should be interesting."

"What?" Olivia said with a mouth full of lettuce.

"Nothing," Fitz said.

He placed his sandwich down on the plate and climbed up the edge of the pool.

"I'll be right back," he said to her as he walked, dripping wet in the direction of the gate.

"Fitz," Olivia called.

"I'll be right back, just stay right there."

Olivia was puzzled. She watched as he walked in large strides through the garden and down the driveway. She placed her sandwich on the platter and stood then she walked through the garden and stopped at the driveway. Fitz was at the gate now.

"Why are you here?" Fitz asked the red-haired man.

"I know you did this to me, you snuck up behind me-" the man barked. "How did you get into my house?"

"-Don't raise your voice at me," Fitz said calmly. "Take a breath, calm down, and speak."

The man had no choice but to take a breath and regain his composure.

"Now, what are you accusing me of?" Fitz asked.

"You did this to me man, you did this to my face," he said tearfully.

The man had a stitched slice that ran diagonally across his face.

"Why would I do that?" Fitz asked.

The man didn't readily answer, that would mean admitting what he said.

"You can't answer?" Fitz asked. "Well, let me ask you a question. What use do I have for a guard that allows someone to sneak up on him and do that to his face?"

The man huffed but didn't answer.

"I think the answer your'e looking for is absolutely none. You're useless. Now hand over your shit and get the fuck off my property."

Fitz turned and headed back to the pool.

"This isn't over," the man yelled.

Fitz stopped mid-step and turned, "is that something you really want to have said?" He walked back to the man and stopped inches from his face. "Think very carefully before you answer."

"This isn't fucking over," he said slowly and deliberately.

Fitz grabbed him suddenly and twisted him into a headlock. He pressed his back against his chest and squeezed against his throat from behind.

"You just threatened me and my family on my property. I feel unsafe and according to state law I have the right to defend myself with measures up to and including those that are lethal."

The man struggled to free himself from Fitz's grip but was unable to. The other guards stood watching.

Olivia watched from the garden and when she saw Fitz grab him she ran over as quickly as she could.

"Fitz, stop it! What are you doing?" she barked as she tugged on his arm.

Fitz let him go and pushed him to the ground then stepped back and took Olivia by the waist and quickly walked back down the driveway to get her away from the scene. It all happened before she could protest. When she looked back at the man he was being lifted by the guards because it seemed like he was unconscious or at the very least too weak to move.

"What the hell was that?" she asked.

Fitz didn't respond as they walked.

"Fitz, answer me!" Olivia barked.

"Don't yell. It's not good for you or the baby," he said flatly as they walked.

"Don't yell?" Olivia barked even louder, "don't yell?"

She struggled to keep up with him as they walked hand in hand. He was almost carrying her.

When they were finally back at the pool, Olivia noticed his hands were shaking but his attention was still elsewhere, as if he was listening to someone else.

"Fitz?" Olivia called.

He finally turned to her, "just give me a moment."

His breathing was still labored.

Olivia took a breath and let go of his hands. "Alright, alright."

He began to pace lightly.

"Tell me when he's outside the gates," he said as he rubbed his ear then he sat on the chaise lounge chair by the pool. Olivia decided to leave him alone and sat on the side of the pool where she'd left her food. She'd lost her appetite so she didn't eat, instead, she sat with her feet in the water.

It took him a moment to calm down enough that she could no longer hear his labored breathing or see him shaking angrily from her peripheral. Then he stood and walked to the edge of the pool and took his half-eaten sandwich and began eating.

"Alright, I'm ready now," he said with a mouth full of food. "Give it to me."

Olivia rolled her eyes. "I don't want to yell at you."

"But you're upset…"

"Because you have to control your temper."

"This has nothing to do with my temper."

"Trying to strangle a man in broad daylight, 200 feet from where your daughters are. What would you call that Fitz?"

"Was I supposed to just let him threaten me?"

"We don't need any more enemies Fitz-"

"I'm very well aware of that Olivia," he quipped sharply.

She sighed and stood slowly from the side of the pool, "I'm going inside."

Fitz stood and went after her, "Hey, don't leave." he whispered as he held onto her hand.

Olivia stopped.

"Maybe I didn't have to fly off the handle like that but he was talking about your vagina and nothing good can come of that."

She finally turned to Fitz, "why is he talking about my vagina?"

"We saw us having sex outside, couldn't get over it I guess."

She frowned, "so this is my fault."

"I didn't say that."

"You didn't have to, it's kind of obvious," she said sadly. "What was I thinking? You should've stopped me. You should've thrown me over your shoulder and taken me inside. I was crazy from my pregnancy sex drive."

Fitz chuckled.

"Olivia, they're guards okay, sure, I didn't want them seeing you like that because their men and you're beautiful but seeing two people fuck 100 feet across the yard isn't the most disturbing thing they've seen. Most of them got over it, he kept talking about it so I had to step in."

"Maybe he was just talking, you know, like guys talk."

"I don't that and I can't take that chance."

"What's going to happen to him?"

"I don't know," he said with a sigh.

"You do know, you just don't want to tell me. It's alright, I don't think I really want to know."

Fitz nodded, "come on, let's go back to the pool." Fitz pulled her back and sat her on the edge of the pool while he went back in the water.

Olivia took a piece of bacon from the plate. "How did you know that guy was there? It was like someone told you in your ear?"

"I have a wire in my ear," Fitz said as he swam to her. "It was new tech I approved when I was at the base."

"Oh…"

"Yup, it's deep in there and it lasts for five years before I have to take it out. We mostly used it on missions because it was really annoying having everyone talk to me whenever they wanted."

"So that's how you know what's always happening?"

He nodded.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't think it mattered. They only tell me important things that have to do with security."

Olivia ate another piece of bacon from her sandwich though she wasn't hungry.

"Could you switch out our guards?"

"Switch them out? Why?"

"I just keep thinking that if I'd just controlled myself and not decided to have a quickie in the yard, none of this would be happening. Now I'm sort of mortified. I want them gone."

"Alright, it'll take a while."

"That's alright as long as they go."

"Okay."

Fitz noticed her mood was still off. "Hey, today's your last day off. I don't want our day to be ruined."

"It isn't, I swear," she said with a smile.

Fitz kissed her stomach, "good." Then he kissed her again and again.

She giggled and held his face, "darling…"

Fitz leaned up and kissed her lips.

"If it's a boy and we don't name him Fitz Grant four, what would be next in line."

"We're definitely naming him Fitz Grant four."

"Okay but hypothetically…"

"I like Alexander and I like Finn too."

"What about Scott for my brother."

"If you really wanted that I'd be fine with it. I named all three of our girls so I think it's only fair you get first choice for this name."

"You're sure it's a boy?"

"As sure as I can be," she said with a chuckle as she kissed him, "but if I'm wrong, for a girl's name, I really like Violet or Sienna. Juliet is really pretty, I like that too."

He kissed her stomach again, "I like Juliet."

"I can't wait till he's here. I love the 4-month-old phase where they are old enough where you don't feel like you're going to break them but not old enough to object when you kiss them incessantly and cuddle them for hours."

Fitz chuckled, "I like Lily when she was 1. That was a fun age."

Olivia smiled and kissed his lips, "fun for you. Tiring for me."

Fitz chuckled and kissed her stomach again.

"Olivia," Erin called.

She turned and saw Erin and her wife Cheyenne.

Fitz rolled his eyes and sighed.

"Behave," Olivia scolded lightly.

"I will, I will."

Olivia stood from the edge of the pool.

"What are you doing here so early?"

"To spend time with my nieces before dinner."

"Oh," Olivia said, "well, I'll tell Greg your here earlier than I expected."

"You don't have to, I don't mind waiting."

"Hi Liv, Hi Fitz," Cheyenne said.

"Hi Chey," Olivia replied, then she turned back to Erin, "either way, I have to wash off."

Fitz climbed out of the pool.

"Okay, I'll be inside."

Erin said as she turned and headed towards the house with her wife.

"Why didn't you tell me she was here?" Olivia asked.

"I didn't know. The arrival of your sister isn't something I need to know."

Olivia sighed and smiled, "I'm going to shower."

"I'm coming with you," Fitz said as he followed her.

It was mid-afternoon when all four of them were seated by the table. Greg prepared Venison and roasted vegetables, and some slices of bread he'd baked fresh just days ago.

They ate silently for a while before Erin began. The girls were in the theatre room, eating their dinner and watching tv because Erin had requested they not join them for dinner which Olivia found odd but agreed to.

"So," she began, "I- well, my wife and I wanted to ask you both something."

"Okay," Olivia said.

"We're actually really excited about this and we've been talking about it a lot."

Olivia smiled, "what is it?"

"Well," Erin said then she took a breath, "we're planning on having a baby."

"Wow, that's great," Olivia said with a smile. "Congratulations,"

"Thanks but obviously we're two women so we'd need a donor for sperm. We didn't want to use someone we don't know from one of those sperm banks because obviously we don't know them- like do they have a history of anything genetic that they aren't telling us or something. All that said, we wanted to ask if Fitz would donate sperm to us?"

Olivia was...speechless.

"Um-you want him to donate?"

"Yes," Erin said with a smile, "I decided that I would carry the baby because look at how gorgeous Lily and the twins are. They are the most beautiful kids I've ever seen so I would want our kid to look like them. It would be cool because our kids would be cousins and siblings. Also, Fitz is a tall, handsome guy and he's smart so those aren't bad qualities to pass on to children, again, look at your kids. They're perfect."

"Feel free to say no," Cheyenne added. "We don't want to pressure you."

"Why would they say no?" Erin said with a chuckle.

Olivia shook her head. Fitz was still eating his dinner and he hadn't missed a beat doing so as Erin explained her reason for asking them to dinner.

"Erin, I can't agree to that," Olivia said.

Erin's face fell from her cheerful disposition to sullen disappointment.

"Why not?"

"I don't want to."

"What do you mean 'you don't want to'." Erin questioned.

"You'll have to find someone else Erin."

"I'm not understanding why you're saying no?"

"I don't want you to have children that are going to be my daughters' siblings and I don't want you to be pregnant with my husband's child."

"Legally, it wouldn't be his-"

"Biologically it would be- it doesn't matter. The answer is no Erin."

"I'm sorry but why? What's the issue? I'm your sister Olivia, literally your twin, if it was the other way around and you needed an egg or someone to carry your baby if you were unable to I'd do that for you in a heartbeat."

"I appreciate that Erin and I'll help you find someone else but it won't be Fitz."

Erin rolled her eyes and chuckled, "you are so selfish." Erin barked.

"Selfish?" Olivia said, perplexed.

"Yes. You have everything anyone could possibly want and you can't share that- actually you won't share that."

"Then I'll be selfish."

"Yes," Erin said, "selfish and insecure."

"I'll be those things Erin. That's fine."

"Erin, you're taking it too far," Cheyenne said. "They said no. We just have to find someone else."

"She's fucking selfish- it's not that she said no it's why and she didn't even ask him." Erin turned to Fitz. "you don't want to help us?"

"I think you're fucking nuts to even ask."

Erin rolled her eyes and shoved her plate away. The food spilled on the table.

"Erin, calm down," Olivia said, "I'll help you to find someone else and I'll even pay for it. I'm happy that you want to grow your family. I'd love to have a niece or nephew from you but we can't help you in the way you want."

"Money," Erin said, nodding and smiling, "whenever there's a problem you throw money at it. After prostituting yourself for years I'm not surprised that the one lesson you still hold to heart."

"That's enough," Fitz said in a sharp, even tone.

"Why, did I hit a nerve?"

"You're not gonna be in my house barking at my pregnant wife, Erin, I don't give a damn if she's your sister or not."

Olivia knew he only revealed she was pregnant to further piss Erin off.

"OH- she's pregnant too. Of course, she is. Of-fucking-course. This is just rich."

Cheyenne stood, "Erin, stop."

"Erin, please leave," Olivia said.

"Nope, I'm not going anywhere. You have to kick me out."

"Okay, now you're being ridiculous," Olivia barked. "We don't owe you his sperm, Erin. Do you not get that?"

"Erin, let's go," Cheyenne barked.

"I'M NOT FUCKING GOING ANYWHERE," Erin screamed.

"My daughters are in the theatre room Erin, don't yell," Olivia said calmly.

"Olivia- what do you mean don't yell- tell her to get the fuck out. She's not staying," Fitz said angrily.

"Erin, you need to go," Olivia said.

"Nope, I'm staying."

"Let's go," Fitz took Olivia's hand and walked her from the table. It was then that Erin finally stood up and followed them.

"I'm not done yet," Erin continued.

She tried to go around to Olivia's side but Fitz blocked her off.

"Erin, stand back," Fitz said.

She continued with her antics until they reached the stairs then Fitz led Olivia up.

"You're really the worst Olivia," Erin said with fresh tears.

Olivia turned around to respond but Fitz stopped her, "nope, don't engage, just go."

Olivia felt tears of her own and continued up the stairs.

"Olivia knew your brother was going to die,' Erin blurted out. "She knew it and she lied to you this whole time. She told me the truth when she thought you were dead."

Olivia froze at the top of the stairs.

She turned frantically to look at Fitz. When his eyes turned to her, there was only rage.

"Fitz-" she called tearfully.

She ran down the stairs just in time to meet him as he opened the front door. She grabbed him.

"Fitz- that's not true-" she cried frantically.

"Let me go," he said calmly.

"Fitz- please - don't go."

"Let me go, Olivia."

Olivia let him go, sobbing uncontrollably. Fitz walked through the door and slammed it behind him.

She turned to Erin and grabbed her by the shirt.

"How could you say that Erin. It's not true. He's going to believe you. Why would you say that?" she cried as she shook her. "He'll never forgive me. How could you Erin."

"Good," Erin spat as she shoved Olivia from off her and dash out the door. Her wife followed behind her.