Fitz felt his palms moisten as he
looked down at their intertwined fingers. His collar felt too tight and the
room was too warm, the air felt viscous in his lungs and his heart was a dull
thud in his ears. He pulled her hand to his lips, placing tender kisses over
her knuckles.
“Are you
nervous?” her eyes danced from their tangled hands to his eyes.
“Excited.”
Unshed tears glistened in the blue-grey pools, “And a little nervous.” He hated
to admit it but he felt all the same fears he felt when he faced fatherhood for
the first time. He watched the ultrasound wand glide over Olivia’s slightly
protuberant abdomen and heard her gasp when their baby came into view on the
screen.
“She even
looks like a peanut.” Olivia’s eyes were wide, her voice an awed whisper.
Fitz leaned in, his lips touching
her forehead lightly, his voice an equal murmur, “Our baby. I love you so much,
Livvie.”
“Are you
ready to hear the heartbeat?” the doctor looked expectantly at Fitz and Olivia.
Fitz slid closer to Olivia placing his other hand over their clasped hands, so
thankful that they were sharing the experience. They watched as the doctor
shifted the probe from one side of Olivia’s abdomen to the other then back
again.
“Is
everything okay?” Olivia tried to keep the alarm from her voice.
“Fine, just
trying to…”
“Is she
alright?” Fitz felt the blood drain from his face and felt suddenly dizzy, “Is
there a problem?”
The whoosh of their baby’s heartbeat
was a welcome sound to the expectant parents’ ears and Fitz felt Olivia relax
next to him. The doctor continued to shift the wand and their baby’s heartbeat
echoed in the dimly lit room. Fitz couldn’t fight the urge to kiss Olivia full
on the mouth. The contact shocked her at first but she soon found herself lost
in Fitz as their tongues teased one another. Fitz considered his life, his
family, career, everything he’d ever valued. He thought of his marriage to
Megan, parenting Heather and Ellie, the first time he laid eyes on Olivia,
considering what he would change if he had the opportunity to go back.
He and Olivia met with Dr. Block every week since she found
out she was pregnant and Heather and Ellie had accompanied them the past four
weeks. Fitz was forced to face uncomfortable truths listening to his daughters,
their relationship as well as their feelings about their parents’ divorce,
Olivia and the baby. Fitz contemplated the public reaction to his relationship
with Olivia and her pregnancy. The pregnancy was far from planned, it certainly
wasn’t the most convenient time with his divorce from Megan not yet final and
the show still filming. Despite all of the obstacles they faced, Megan, Ellie,
public scrutiny, in that moment Fitz affirmed that he wouldn’t change a thing.
She was the love of his life and he wanted nothing more than to have children
with her, a whole house full. He wanted to spend the rest of his life showing
her just how much he cared, to give her the wedding of her dreams, a beautiful
home for their family, and every single wish her heart desired.
The rest of the appointment was a
blur of pamphlets, prenatal vitamin prescriptions, and lab tests. After what
seemed like an eternity, Fitz and Olivia walked down the hallway of the medical
office building, neither speaking. Fitz slid his hand into hers, giving her a
slight squeeze in an attempt to show his support. When they reached his car he
opened her door and made sure she was safely inside before moving to the
driver’s side.
“I’m glad
you were here.” Her admission curled the edges of his lips and he reached his
hand to touch her growing belly.
“I am too.” The
emotion of the day caused his throat to tighten, “I wouldn’t have missed this
for anything. Our little girl sounds so strong…just like her Mama.”
She lay her small hand over his, her
thin fingers a stark contrast to his thick, calloused digits. Her eyes slid
closed as she relaxed into the seat savoring the calm that his touch brought
her. Just the simple touch of his skin on hers was enough to make all of her
worries seem less overwhelming and she thought back to the advice Dr. Block had
given her during their sessions. Circumstances had left her guarded and
uncertain about who she could trust but she needed to find the strength to
believe in the love she and Fitz shared. She chanced a glance in Fitz’s
direction, his warm eyes, the chiseled angle of his jaw, the wonder she had
witnessed in his face when he first saw their child and heard the tiny
heartbeat. He didn’t seem afraid of anything, he was certain they should be
together, sure that the attention from the public and the press wouldn’t ruin
them, steadfast in his belief that his children would grow to love her or at
least accept her.
“I love
you,” she said, settling back against the seat and allowing her eyes to once
again slide closed.
X-X
Fitz pulled the convertible into the
parking lot outside Dr. Block’s office, taking a moment to watch Olivia
sleeping peacefully in the passenger seat. A small grin played on her lips and
he found himself wondering if she was dreaming of him then quickly thought
better, sure she was thinking about the small life growing within her. He again
moved to lay his hand on her midsection. The contact caused her to stir and he
abruptly pulled his hand away.
“Leave it.”
Her eyes were still closed but her face was alight with joy and just a hint of
mischief, “I like when you touch me.”
He chuckled at her thinly veiled
flirtation, “I know you do,” feeling himself swell against the zipper of his
jeans, his voice teeming with emotion, love for her, their daughter, the way
just a simple touch made his entire day.
“Do you want
me to go in first?” he reluctantly brought his thoughts back to their
appointment and the agreement that they wouldn’t be seen walking together in
public.
“No.” She
took his hand in both of hers, the tenderness in her voice echoed in her touch,
“I liked holding your hand leaving our appointment with Dr. McCracken.”
“Oh.” Shock
and surprise fleetingly stole his ability to speak, “So you want to….” His
voice hollowed.
Olivia’s attention turned from his
hand to his hopeful, puzzled expression, “I want to go in together……holding
hands……I don’t care who sees us.”
Fitz was sure he had heard her
wrong, or her hormones had gotten the better of her, or she was running a
fever, or he was dreaming. His eyes searched hers for any clue to her
motivation, her cheeks for a hint of a febrile hue, her hands for the slightest
tremble, but instead found self-assurance and strength.
“Wait right
there.” He hastily kissed her cheek before making his way to the passenger side
to open the door for her. Offering his hand, he helped her from the car.
“What is
this?” he felt a transient stiffening of her hand as they turned in the
direction of the voice.
“El,
Heather, perfect timing.” Fitz tried to defuse any potential problem with his over
chipper tone.
“So you’re
holding hands with her in public now?” Ellie looked at their clasped hands in
disgust, “When did this little development take place?”
“We’re not
hiding anymore,” Fitz nearly beamed when he shared the news with his daughters,
“This morning we heard your little sister’s heartbeat and we don’t care who
knows about us.”
“Well….”
Olivia tried to interject, her protests lost in the exchange between Ellie and
Fitz.
“Half,”
Ellie stressed, “That baby,” she motioned towards Olivia’s stomach, “will be my
half-sister.”
“Ellie…” Heather
made an attempt to stop her sister.
“And I still
say you should make her get a DNA test.”
Olivia felt hot tears beginning to
spill down her cheeks as they stepped into the lobby of the medical office
building. Arguments with Ellie had become fewer but when they occurred they
were just as horrendous as they had been months before. Olivia questioned
whether Ellie would ever accept her relationship with Fitz. Countless hours
discussing a myriad of issues with Dr. Block had seemingly gotten them nowhere and
Ellie’s frequent insults were beginning to weigh on the family. She wiped at
her eyes with the sleeve of her oversized sweater, determined not to let Ellie
know she had her intended effect.
Fitz caught sight of Olivia’s tears
out of the corner of his eye, looping his arm around her waist as a means of
support. Since they had begun seeing Dr. Block as a family he and Olivia were
resolved to present a united front when it came to Ellie. He had noticed some
improvement in the situation but there was still much work to be done. Ellie
needed to see that his love for Olivia and their unborn child would never
waver, just as his love for Heather and Ellie wouldn’t be diminished.
X-X
“Alright, we
are going to start with you today, Ellie,” Dr. Block looked towards where the
young woman sat, in the hunter green overstuffed chair she always chose, “Tell
me something good that happened today and something you’d like to see improve.”
Ellie thought for a long minute
before responding, “Well the good thing is so easy, Josh came home from college
today.” The smile on her face when she spoke of her boyfriend warmed Olivia.
The times she talked about him seemed to be the few she actually had that
beautiful carefree smile.
Fitz scowled faintly at the thought
of his daughter and her older boyfriend spending the summer together. He
remembered his younger years, when he started dating Megan and they thought
they would never be apart, they were sure their love was of the forever
variety. How wrong he had been, how much he underestimated the power of true
love to find him, and now he was seated mere inches from her. The woman who he
knew he would lay down his life to protect, the gorgeous beauty who had
awakened his most intimate desires, his most primal needs.
“You’re not
spending the whole summer with Josh,” Fitz interjected, “We need to spend time
together as a family.”
“Which
brings me to the worst part of my day,” Ellie continued, “or the thing I want
to improve or whatever. You,” she looked Fitz square in the eye, “decided to
come clean about your affair without
even asking the rest of us.”
Anger crept up Fitz’s spine, the
hair on the back of his neck prickling to attention, unconsciously squeezing
Olivia’s hand tightly, drawing her attention to him.
“Fitz….”
Olivia watched as his jaw set in rigid determination. She brought her free hand
to her lap where their clasped hands lay, trying to break him from his
thoughts.
“I’m fine
Liv.” It came out rougher than he intended and she vaguely flinched knowing he
was far from fine.
“Do you have
something you’d like to say to me, Ellie?” Olivia had never heard his voice
laced with such pain and anger and her own heart ached, still wondering if it
wouldn’t be better for Fitz and his daughters if she walked away.
Ellie drew a deep breath, her own
countenance mirroring her father’s. Her eyes drifted to Olivia’s pregnant
stomach and her hand entwined with Fitz’s. She hated the situation, despised
that her father had seemingly chosen this woman over her and her sister,
loathed the fact that all of her attempts at changing his mind, all of her
tantrums and demands, were unsuccessful. She chewed on her lower lip, her gaze
moving to her hands, picking at the cracked pink nail polish.
“When I
agreed to come here I thought you’d change your mind.” Ellie was quiet, like a
young child, “I thought you would realize that you love Heather and me more
than Olivia. I wanted you to pick us, for once I wanted something to be more
important than your career and your famous, important friends. I wanted to come
first but then she,” tears glistened in her eyes as she turned in Olivia’s
direction, “She got pregnant and you were happy and you spend so much time with
her, time you should be spending with us. You traded in Mom and now you’re
going to have new kids and you’ll forget about Heather and me.”
“Never.”
Fitz’s tone had softened somewhat, “I could never….”
“Your dad
wants us all to be a family,” Olivia interjected, “And I want that too. I don’t
know how to convince you that I want you to be in our lives. I want your little
sister to have two older, wiser sisters to help her through. You’ll be like a
rock star to her.”
“Ellie, I’ve
made plenty of mistakes, with your mom, with you girls. I can’t change what
happened in the past but I want to make things better from here on. You and
your sister are most important to me,” he moved his hand to Olivia’s stomach,
“and the new baby. I would do anything for you. I’m sorry about the way you
heard about Olivia and me going public. We were going to talk to you.”
“I’ll never
hear the end of my Dad and his younger girlfriend. What about my friends at
home? I don’t want people to say mean things about you Dad…..or you Liv.”
Olivia swallowed past the lump
rapidly forming in her throat, “We’ll figure it out El. We won’t make any
changes until our whole family is comfortable, okay?”
“I think
that’s a valid offer, Ellie” Dr. Block asserted, seemingly pleased with the
progress the family had made during their sessions with him.
“I think so
too,” Heather added.
Olivia smiled at Ellie then turned
to look at Fitz. A wave of relief engulfed her. She wasn’t sure how to admit it
to Fitz but she didn’t feel quite ready to face the public and the time Ellie
needed would be helpful for her as well.
X-X
“I’d say a
good day overall, wouldn’t you?” Fitz asked as he eased Olivia’s washcloth over
her leg. She settled back against his chest and allowed her heavy eyelids to
close, the warm bath water pinking their skin.
“I could do
with a little less excitement,” Olivia smiled in return feeling him stiff
against her lower back, “You handled Ellie well.”
“Let’s talk
about something else,” he suggested, moving on to her other leg.
“Edison’s
trial is next week,” Olivia offered and Fitz felt her tense at the thought. He
knew the emotional scars of Edison’s attack would be long-lasting.
“Nope,” he
breathed against the curve of her neck, his cool breath spreading goose bumps
over her skin, “I definitely don’t want to talk about Edison either.”
He moved the washcloth along the
inside of her thigh, slowly, teasingly before moving it to her stomach.
“Fitz,” she
whispered in something that was a mix of a pant and a whine, “Please….”
“I can’t
wait to meet our little one,” he ignored her pleading, continuing to move the
washcloth over her skin, “She is going to be so gorgeous like her Mommy.”
Olivia felt her core ignite at the
touch of his hands and the washcloth so close to her center. Pushing her hips
back between his thighs, she felt him unmistakably hard against her ass.
Pregnancy hormones, the touch of his hands and mouth on her, his incredible
erection pressed against her, and just how much she wanted him every second of
every day combined in a heady tonic that coursed through her.
“Fitz….” She
panted as his hands slid to her breasts, the washcloth falling into the water
between her bare thighs.
He rose from the tub, Olivia gasping
at the loss of contact with him, then reached a hand out to pull her to her
feet. They left wet footprints as he tugged her in the direction of the bed.
“Fitz I’m
all wet,” she giggled, scurrying after him.
He turned, nearly taking her breath
with the hunger in his eyes. Stormy grey orbs scathed her naked, dripping form,
pausing briefly on her abdomen before he picked her up and lay her down on the
sheets.
“We’re
getting the bed all wet,” she protested again, though this time not quite as
energetically.
“Can she
hear yet?” Fitz asked gesturing to her stomach.
“I don’t
know, why?” Olivia looked perplexed before Fitz bent his lips to her belly,
whispering something she couldn’t make out. Then he traced a path to the peak
of her hip, pausing to nibble on her skin every few inches. His look was
devilish and smug when he paused to look up at her.
“I don’t
want her to think I’m hurting Mommy when I….” the rest of his sentence was lost
against the crease of her hip.
“When you
what?” Olivia breathed just seconds before his tongue scorched a trail through
her folds and around her clit, lips closing around her, sucking her gently into
his mouth.
“Jesus you
taste amazing” he breathed, surveying her inflamed lips, “And always so wet and
ready for me.”
Olivia’s fingers crept along his
jaw, her essence sticky against her hand, then into his damp curls, “Fitz…” she
sighed.
“I could
survive on nothing but you,” his face was agonizingly earnest as they peered
into each other’s eyes. They never lost eye contact as his mouth moved back
against her, “Watch me….” This time a slow, meandering trace through her folds,
pressing his tongue into her.
He adored watching her face change
when he pushed his tongue into her warmth and her breathing grow ragged when he
added a single finger. He watched her fight to keep her eyes on him, knew she
loved to throw her head back and close her eyes and get lost in the sensation
of him enjoying her. He lifted his now slick face, “That’s a good girl.”
She nearly came apart at the sound
of his low baritone knowing that her control was slipping. Her fingers dug into
his scalp and tugged on his hair as he went back to work and she felt her
climax crawling through her, heat and tension gathering at her center. Then
three thick fingers were pressed into her warm, moist center, stretching her, his
tongue and lips against her clit, and the room was spinning, her heart racing,
and the world went dark as she nearly arched off the bed in ecstasy.
Fitz relished every drop as Olivia
trembled beneath his mouth, her juices dampening even his cheeks and chin. He
licked his lips as he moved up over her, “I could eat you for breakfast, lunch
and dinner,” he gave her a cocky, satisfied grin.
“I wouldn’t
complain,” she smiled sweetly, her limbs still limp and breath still rapid.
“But then
we’d never leave this bed and I’m pretty sure we’d lose our jobs,” he ghosted
his fingers along her forehead then over her temple and down her cheek. He
kissed her lips gently.
Olivia dragged her nails lightly
along the muscular planes of his back, her hands cupping his backside before
sliding one around to stroke him several times.
“I like this
new aggressive Livvie,” his voice was lower as he lifted her arms above her
head, lacing his fingers with hers, “but you’ve had a hard day.”
She giggled at his use of the word
hard, feeling the head of his cock press against her warmth. Her hips wriggled
in response, needing the friction of him, yearning for the contact.
“Patience,
pretty girl….” He dropped his mouth to capture one pert nipple, grazing his
teeth against the tender flesh just as he plunged his full length into her.
“Fuck….” She
arched into him, her head falling back.
“Such a
dirty mouth,” he growled as he moved to her other breast, slowly moving in and
out of her. She marveled at his flexing
biceps as he held himself over her, the strength he possessed, his body, his
words, he controlled her.
“Faster…..please
go faster….” She begged looking up at him with hooded eyes knowing she would
surely lose her mind if he didn’t.
Fitz smirked before pushing off the
bed and moving her calves to rest on his shoulders. She inhaled sharply,
knowing how sensitive she was and how deep he could go when they were in that
position.
“You should
see this view” his voice was low and gravelly as he watched himself disappear
into her, picking up the pace with each thrust.
“Yes…” she locked
eyes with him again, the intensity between them increasing, knowing her orgasms
came easier since she got pregnant. He thrust faster and harder into her, his
powerful hands alternating between gripping her hips and stroking up and down
her thighs. Just when she wasn’t sure she could last another second he leaned
into her, her thighs pressed back, spread so wide for him, and he was
impossibly deep. She gripped the sheets, then his shoulders, pressing her hips
into him, pulling him closer, driving him deeper. Heat raced through her,
igniting every nerve before his mouth reached her ear, “I’m going to taste you
again.”
Her breath stopped and the explosion
took over, Fitz not breaking his rhythm as she pulsed around him. He slowed to
long forceful strokes before rumbling her name and spilling into her warmth.
Then, just as he’d promised, before she could fully recover her breath or her
senses, he was kissing a path to their mingled wetness and teasing her clit
with his tongue yet again.
“I can’t…..”
she shook her head, every coherent thought fleeing her.
“You can
Livvie.” He pressed two fingers into her, curling them to massage the spot that
brought her to maddening heights, and his face was buried in her wetness again.
Long and slow his tongue coaxed her higher until the pillow that she brought to
cover her face barely muffled the screams of his name.
Fully sated and thoroughly exhausted
they lay naked on the damp sheets, Fitz tracing circles on her stomach.
“I’m not
sure if it was the water from the shower or you that soaked my sheets but I
think we need to change them,” he whispered into her hair, moving to get up.
“Just lay
with me a little longer,” she smiled when he settled against her back again.
Simplicity, she thought, was laying in Fitz’s arms, even on wet sheets.
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