However far away, I will always love you
However long I stay, I will always love you
Whatever words I say, I will always love you
I will always love you
"Happy Anniversary, baby."
Fitz's eyes took a moment to adjust to the candle-lit room as he walked into his house. His usually demure wife wore something that made him stop in his tracks, as he was not quite sure if it was a designer gown or a designer negligee. She held two champagne glasses of fizzy rose-colored drink in her hands, her hair was straight and framed her face making her look like a smoldering, ethereal goddess.
The dress was a long, cream colored lace and silk amalgamation that left very little to the imagination, but could have easily been seen at any red carpet Hollywood event.
His body reacted immediately, as it usually did in her presence.
"Happy Anniversary, sweet baby. What'd I do to deserve this?"
Olivia smirked and slowly made her way over to him. She perched on her tiptoes to give him a quick kiss.
"Thank you for my flowers. They were beautiful. Made Abby & Quinn very jealous."
Fitz set down his briefcase and shrugged out of his suit jacket. He leaned over her and took her lips greedily, so happy that this woman was his.
"You taste amazing, Mrs. Grant."
"Must be the drink."
"No," Fitz shook his head. "That's all you, baby."
Olivia handed him a glass and turned towards the dining room leaving him trailing behind her swaying derriere.
Fitz took a sip of his drink and took in the ambiance of the dining room and the table full of Chinese food. It was his comfort, and since Olivia liked Bordeaux and popcorn, there wasn't much cooking done in their fabulous gourmet kitchen, just decadent desserts.
Olivia handed him a small, rectangular box. "I hope you like it."
Fitz smiled and reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out a similarly shaped box and handing it to her. "I know I'll love whatever it is, because I love you. And you're a really good gift giver."
Fitz tore the silver paper from the box, lifted the lid. A folded piece of paper lay in the box. He lifted an eyebrow as he grabbed the paper, setting the box down on the table. His eyes quickly scanned the paper, then shot up to meet hers, a look of absolute wonder crossing his features.
"Is this...you're really...?"
Olivia nodded and gave a watery smile. "We're gonna have a baby."
Fitz let out a mighty whoop, invaded her space, and lifted her clear off the ground. Olivia laughed and told him to put her down, which he did after a long moment. He attached his lips to hers and kissed her with all the fire and passion he possessed.
It had been a long, grueling process. Two years, $50,000, and a lot of heartbreak had finally paid off. The treatments were wearing and the constant disappointment was putting a strain on their life. Each time they made love was less and less about pleasure and more and more about the best position for conception and optimal body temperature.
Tears came to Fitz's eyes as he wrapped his arms tightly around Olivia. "How are you feeling? Any sickness? Do you need to sit down? You shouldn't be drinking!"
"Easy killer," Olivia laughed. "It's sparkling cider and I've had some sickness, but I feel great now and I love you for worrying so much. Now, can I open my gift?"
Fitz kissed her deeply again and moved to sit at one of the high back chairs at their dining room table. He pulled her into his lap and wrapped his hands around her abdomen, lightly rubbing circles over where their future child was gestating.
"You may. It's not nearly as incredible as my gift."
"That was only part one of your gift, baby. Just you wait for part two."
"Does it involve you getting naked?"
Fitz groaned and lightly nipped at her shoulder, his dick growing hard beneath her. "Such a tease, Mrs. Grant."
"Not a tease if I intend to follow through."
Olivia ripped open the paper around the box. A box that must have been wrapped by his assistant as it was too precise to have been done by Fitz. He had zero patience for the niceties of gift decor. The thought of Fitz's assistant made her cringe in annoyance, but she quickly shrugged it off not wanting thoughts of that woman to ruin their anniversary.
She opened the gold leaf embossed lid and sighed in contentment. A delicate gold watch with a black and gold face lay inside. She picked it up and Fitz turned it over in her hand. On the back was engraved, 'A love more than love, forever and always, Fitz.'
Tears sprang to her eyes as she threw her arms around his shoulders. "It's beautiful. Thank you. I love you, so much, Fitz."
"I'll never get tired of hearing you say that."
Fitz walked into his home after a long, grueling day and was greeted with the sound of his wife screaming. He dropped his briefcase and coat and ran towards the sound of her voice, calling out to let her know he was there.
He found her huddled on the kitchen floor, clutching at her tiny belly, a pool of blood surrounding her. She was a little over twenty-two weeks along and things had been going really well. They'd just told their families and friends their wonderful news, just started picking out colors for the nursery, and clearing out the extra bedroom.
Fitz pulled out his cell and called 911 not letting go of Olivia in until the ambulance arrived. Her screams and tears would forever haunt his memories.
The trip in the ambulance to George Washington seemed to take too long for Fitz's comfort. The EMT did not want to risk giving her anything that would stimulate her or knock her out not knowing the severity of her condition, so her agonized screams pierced through ambulance at regular, heartbreaking intervals.
Once they arrived, she was swept into the ER surgery theatre and Fitz was left pacing the floor in the full waiting room. Fitz waited and waited until a doctor in a surgical cap came out to get him taking him in to see his wife. The doctor had a kind, baby like face, but his manner was brusque and straightforward once they reached the room where his wife was.
Fitz paused at the entrance of the hospital room. Olivia looked so small and lost. Her eyes were cold and dead, like she was looking at someone she'd never seen before. He moved across the room and sat beside her on the bed, grabbing her hand, hoping to hear something good, but knowing that the worst was probably awaiting them. She was utterly still, catatonic, her hand freezing in his.
"What happened?" Fitz asked turning towards the doctor. He wasn't even sure the voice asking was his own. It didn't sound like him. It sounded distant as if coming through a bad phone connection.
"Mrs. Grant's has a condition called 'incompetent uterus.' Basically that means that the pressure of the fetus causes the cervix to dilate prematurely and the body thinks it's in labor. It's not a very common condition, but it is something that we've seen here before. Your daughter's lungs and spine were too underdeveloped for her to survive labor. I'm so sorry for your loss, Mr. and Mrs. Grant."
Olivia doubled over in the bed and sobbed. Her entire body was wracked with sobs that made Fitz break down and cry along with her. The doctor quietly slipped from the room leaving Fitz and Olivia to grieve together for the loss of their daughter.
"You kept it?"
After his improptu visit, and second breakfast, Jerry informed Liv and his father that the tennis game was in an hour before heading back to his mother's house. Neither Fitz nor Olivia wanted to play, but they were both perfectly aware of what happened when they got in the way of hurricane Mellie's plans.
Olivia looked over her shoulder at Fitz standing in the doorway. He was in a well fitted white tennis polo and white shorts. His curls were damp and unruly, making him look younger and relaxed. She turned back to the mirror and quickly clasped the watch.
"Of course I kept it. It's a $20,000 watch."
Angry color flooded Fitz's face and he he stared her reflection. He watched as she secured her curls in a low bun. She was dressed in solid tennis whites and she looked radiant.
"We were really happy that night."
"Had you already fucked Amanda by then, or did that come later?" Olivia asked her voice fierce and her gaze unwavering.
Fitz paused for a long moment, their eyes battling in the reflection of the mirror, neither willing to give an inch to the other.
"She's not to blame for what happened to us."
Olivia scoffed. "You're right. I think that rests on you."
"I wasn't the only one in our marriage."
"You're the only one who stepped out on our marriage."
"You stepped out, too!"
Olivia whirled around to face him. "I never cheated!"
"No, you just left. You cut and run. That's your MO. Things got tough, I fucked up, and I tried. I really tried and you just gave up. Weekends at your parents, nights out with your friends, you stopped talking to me. I was devastated, too. I wanted that baby Olivia so much. I was devastated, too."
"Not devastated enough to do the one thing that you knew would hurt me the most. And now she's giving you the baby that I couldn't. Congratulations."
Olivia stood and from the vanity and made to pass him, but he got in her way, taking bother of her arms in his hands.
"That's not my baby."
Olivi tried to free herself from his grasp, but he wouldn't let her go.
"Please," she said her voice cracking. "Haven't you had enough? Haven't you hurt enough? The only thing we're really good for is tearing one another apart. Aren't you tired of doing this over and over again?"
Fitz brought a hand to her face and gently brushed away the tears that she didn't know were falling.
"I feel like I waited my whole life for you. And now you just want me to walk away from that, from us? We were so good together. Stop trying to say that we weren't. We can fix this."
"We already tried that, remember?"
"Please, sweet baby?"
Olivia swore and pushed firmly against him breaking his grasp. "Don't call me that! That's how I knew. When she came to see me, all sugary sweetness and doe eyed and she said you called her sweet baby, that's how I knew. Please, just let me go so I can live my life and maybe be happy again without having you in every waking memory and seeing your face every time I close my eyes. Every single day I'm assaulted with memories that I can't get rid of because you're still there. Just let me go, please."
Fitz walked to her and held her head between his hands. He shook his head and wiped at her tears again. "You can't actually expect me to leave after that, can you?"
Olivia slumped slightly, her shoulders falling and her body unconciously seeking out his. He wrapped her in his embrace for several long moments, the plushness of her body against his own like coming home.
"Let's go. They're probably waiting for us."
Olivia looked up at him in wonder. It actually felt like they were getting somewhere, like they were finally getting to the heart of the matter.
"You want to leave now?"
Fitz nodded. "This was more effective than five months of therapy, but we're not done talking. We're actually talking to one another, and I don't want to go backwards. So, let's go play tennis and come back here later. I'll cook us dinner and we'll talk until we're sick of hearing our own voices."
Olivia shook her head and sighed. "I don't...I don't know."
"Come on Liv. Don't give up on us now. We're right there."