Prelude

Fitz placed his hand on the small of Olivia's back as they boarded the private plane.

"This is nice," Olivia said as they walked through the plane. The plane had a living room, dining room, bedroom and bathroom.

"I'm glad you like it. I'm just glad it's got a bed," he said.

Olivia knew he meant that. He was tired. He had spent the past week doing an insane amount of press and endorsements, even though he hated it. But, he did what he had to do for the team and his career.

"Besides, it's an eighteen hour flight," Fitz said. "A commercial flight was never an option."

"Are you ever going to tell me where we're going?"

"Somewhere warm and tropical," Fitz teased.

Olivia playfully rolled her eyes.

"Maldives. Velaa Private Island" Fitz said with a smile. "You're going to love it."

Olivia smiled as they sat beside each other. The light for them to fasten their seatbelts came on. After it went off, Fitz leaned over and whispered in her ear, "How do you feel about joining the mile high club?"

"I thought you were tired."

"I am. But, you'll be doing most of the work," he said as he pulled her onto his lap.

"Here?" She whispered. "The plane has a bedroom."

"I know."

"What if someone from the crew-"

"Shh," he shushed her with a deep kiss. Then, he kissed her neck as his hands found their way underneath her dress. His fingers gently caressed her thighs, teasing and tantalizing, building a desire in her that she wanted to suppress until they were in the bedroom. She felt Fitz suck the skin of her neck, slowly moving to her collarbone.

"I want you Livvie," he whispered and sucked on the swell of her breasts. "So bad." She moaned and gripped the back of his head. She felt his fingers ghost against her core, filling her with want. He slipped a finger inside her panties, and she trembled as a loud moan sounded deep inside her.

"I want you too," she said and quickly removed her panties before taking residence on his lap again. She quickly undid his pants, releasing his manhood. She bit her lip as she slid down on him. Why did he always feel so good?

"You feel so good," she echoed her thoughts. She caressed his cheeks and held his face in her hands and gazed in his eyes. The desire and love in his eyes was almost unbearable as she rocked against him and moved up and down on him.

"Damn you feel good," he breathed.

Pulling his face to her, she kissed him passionately, trying to drown out her own moans, but she knew she was failing. He felt so good, she couldn't stop herself. His hands moved to her backside, caressing the smooth skin of her cheeks. Grabbing her hips, he held her still as he thrust up, hitting her spot. She felt herself unraveling as her walls clenched around him. She dropped her head, whimpering as she came and he came inside her.

Olivia came out of the shower and found Fitz sprawled out on the bed asleep. She smiled as she spread a blanket over him.

"I'm not asleep yet," he whispered. His voice was heavy with sleep, so she knew he would be soon.

"Do you need something?"

"You," he said, holding his hand out to her.

She smiled as she climbed into bed with him. She gave him a gentle kiss on the lips before resting her head on his chest as his arms circled around her. Within minutes she heard his soft snores. She soon felt herself drifting off to sleep. When she woke, Fitz was still asleep.

Fitz slept the majority of the flight. While he slept, Olivia looked up information Velaa Private Island in Maldives. It was absolutely beautiful. And, knowing her husband, he had gotten them the Romantic Pool Residence. She couldn't wait until she was hidden away with him for a week as they celebrated being married.

"Fitz, it's beautiful," Olivia said as the plane flew over the island. The pictures she had seen did the island no justice.

"I think we're going to love it here," Fitz said.

Fitz grabbed Olivia's hand as they got off the plane. There were two men standing on the jetty with a tray with two full champagne glasses.

"Welcome to Velaa Islands, Mr. and Mrs. Grant," the gentleman said as he held out two glasses of champagne.

"No thank you," Olivia said, turning down the champagne.

"Don't worry. It's sparkling cider. Mr. Grant gave us specific instructions."

"Oh. Well, thank you," Olivia said, accepting the glass.

"I'm Mark. Your personal butler. And, this is your personal chef, Amir. He wanted to meet you both tonight."

Olivia and Fitz shook his hand.

"Whenever you want me to prepare a meal, just give me a call. My number is on your dining room table. And, the refrigerator and pantry have been stocked with the items you requested."

"Thank you," Fitz said.

"I will take you to your island, if you are ready," Mark said gesturing to the boat on the dock.

"Yes," Olivia quickly said. She was ready to see their private island.

On the boat ride to their island, Olivia spotted a school of dolphins.

"Fitz look," Olivia said, pointing across the ocean to them.

"Remember what we agreed," he said with a smile.

"Yeah meanie," she said with a playful roll of her eyes.

When they got to their residence, Mark helped them out of the boat and helped bring their luggage in to the foyer.

"Whenever you want to go back to the main island, just give me a call and I'll come pick you up. Or if you need anything at all. My job is to make sure you have an awesome stay. Congratulations on your marriage." And just like that he was gone.

Fitz and Olivia walked in and saw a trail of rose petals that led to the bedroom and they were all over the bed with candles throughout the room. There was also a bucket of cider chilling on the bedside table along with strawberries on a tray. The moonlight and candles cast a soft glow over the otherwise dark room.

"Did you arrange this?" Olivia asked.

"I told them it was our honeymoon and asked them to do something nice for us."

"Well, we definitely shouldn't let it go to waste," she said as she seductively bit her lip.

Olivia stood on her tiptoes and kissed him. She rubbed her hands up and down his chest, appreciating the feel of his muscles against her fingertips. She grabbed the collar of his shirt and started unbuttoning it, moving backwards towards the bed as she continued to kiss him. As she unbuttoned his shirt, Fitz unzipped her dress and pushed it from her body. She removed his shirt, before taking a seat on the bed, and unbuckling his pants, pushing them and his boxers to the floor. She looked up in his eyes as she ran her hands up and down the taut muscles of his thighs. She slowly moved her hand and took hold of his erect member, gently stroking him as she continued to gaze in his eyes. His breathing became more labored with each stroke of her hand. She lowered her head and took him in her mouth, hearing him gasp as her lips surrounded him. His hand rested on the back of her head as her head moved up and down on him. She would occasionally release him to run her tongue along the shaft and tip and then take him back in her mouth. One hand rested on his thigh as the other stroked the base of his manhood. His moans of pleasure encouraged her to continue, even though she felt his hand on her shoulder, trying to push her away. They both knew he wouldn't last much longer. The hand on her shoulder suddenly gripped her as the hand on her head pushed her closer to him as he released down her throat. She slowly released him and licked her lips before looking up at him.

Fitz lowered his head and kissed her as he lowered her back on the bed. He gripped her panties and removed them from her body. He then, took her foot in his hand and kissed the instep, slowly moving his kiss to her ankle, her calf, and then her thigh as her labored breathing sounded throughout the room. He gently nipped and sucked on the skin of her inner thigh, earning him the moans he yearned to hear. Her legs opened wider as he moved closer to her quivering sex. She moaned loudly when she felt his lips and tongue on the lips of her sex, sucking on them, tasting her wetness. She cried out when she felt his tongue flicking her clit, before sucking on it. Her breathing was deep and erratic as she begged him not to stop. Arching her back and gripping his hair, she managed an "I'm about to," as her hips bucked against his face and she came all over his tongue.

He moved over her, caressing her body with his lips and tongue as he did, causing her body to continue to tremble beneath him. He finally kissed her lips, and her mouth opened wide, accepting his tongue as she wrapped her arms and legs around him.

She gasped when she felt him thrust inside her, filling her with his desire. She moaned deeply as he thrust into her.

"Don't stop," she moaned. With each thrust they both felt themselves nearing the orgasms that their bodies were begging for. Fitz paused and rested his head against hers as he felt her walls gripping him, pulling him deeper inside her. He moved her legs over his shoulders, and thrust deeper inside her, hitting her spot with every stroke.

"Oh baby," she moaned loudly. Her nails grazed and pierced his back as she felt her orgasm nearing. She held onto him tightly, and moaned his name as she came in his arms. She felt his body tense and with a loud groan he came inside her. He lowered his head and gently kissed her.

"I love you," Fitz whispered against her lips.

"I love you," Olivia whispered.

They spent the rest of the night with their limbs intertwined with each other, sharing kisses and gentle touches as they occasionally fed each other strawberries and sparkling cider.

Olivia reached over for Fitz, but all she felt was an empty bed. She sat up and saw him standing in the moonlight looking out over the ocean as if he was deep in thought. And, she knew what he was thinking about. It had been on his mind, but he had thrown himself into an overwhelming amount of press following his Super Bowl win. And, this was their first day away from it all. The first day of their honeymoon. They should have been consumed with each other, but Fitz was consumed by his thoughts. Thoughts about her. Questions he hadn't asked. But, he was waiting on her.

She got up, grabbed the blanket off of the bed, wrapped it around her naked body, and went to him. He was so deep in thought that he didn't hear her approach him. She touched his back, and he finally looked at her and smiled. Taking his hand in hers, she led him out to the chaise in the gazebo. She sat between his legs with her head resting on his chest and the blanket across them as they enjoyed the soft sounds of the waves and the feel of the ocean breeze blowing gently over them.

"You can ask," she whispered.

She had an idea what was on his mind, but didn't know exactly what he wanted to know, so she decided to let him lead with his questions.

"How long were planning it?"

"A couple of days. I just had to make sure I could without any repercussions. Huck took care of that. And, Harrison let me know that he was more than ready to take over."

"What does that mean going forward?" He quietly asked. "I'm not sure I understand. What are you going to do now?"

"Nothing. I quit," she told him.

"You gave up your career for me?" He exclaimed with dismay as he sat up. "I never wanted you do that."

"I didn't. I did it for me." She grabbed his hands and gently pushed back with her body, until they were reclining again. "My therapist asked me what would make me happy, and it was the only thing that I didn't mention. She pointed out that when she asked me that question when I was seventeen, it was the only thing I mentioned. My panic attacks are about control. I have to feel in control. And, the one thing that has been controlling my life since I was seventeen is my career. In order to get better, I had to step away. I don't know if I'll ever go back to it or not. But, I need this time away."

"I just hate that you didn't talk to me when you were thinking about this."

"I love you. And I love how supportive you are, but this wasn't a decision for us to make. I had to dig deep and come to this on my own. And then, sit with it and be okay with it."

"What about Sunday night? Was that planned?"

"No. I told you it wasn't. I honestly did not think when I ran onto the field. I just wanted to be with you. Security tried to stop me, but Harrison and Cyrus said I was with them."

"So, you're sure you're okay with this? Because people know about us now. That changes everything."

"I am." She sat up and turned in his lap, so that she was straddling him.

Fitz cupped her face and kissed her. "This is going to be new ground for you."

"What do you mean?"

"You won't have anything to do. No job to go to. No crisis to fix. What are you going to do with all of this free time so you won't get bored?"

"Make love to you."

He grinned. "That's your plan?"

"All day every day. And, I think this is the perfect time to test it out," she whispered as she let the blanket fall from her body.

Olivia made her way to the dining room where Fitz was waiting with breakfast.

"Good morning, beautiful." He greeted her with a kiss.

"Good morning."

"Believe it or not, I fixed breakfast."

Olivia looked at the fruit, yogurt, toast and jam and smiled. "I do. Thank you." She kissed him again.

"What do you want to do today?" Fitz asked as he pulled her chair out. "We can go to the main island and get something to eat or do some shopping."

She smiled when he said shopping.

"I thought you would like that," he said as he sat down.

"I do. However, I thought we were going to make love all day every day."

He smiled. "You're going to miss-"

"What would I miss?" She got up. "Everything I want is right here," she said and sat in his lap.

"The island is beautiful."

She looked at him. "Are we okay?"

He furrowed his brow. "What? Of course we are. Why would you ask that?"

"You didn't say it, but I know you were upset that I didn't talk to you about my plans. Are you still upset?"

"No. I was. But, when you explained it, I understood."

"So, why are you trying to distract me with shopping when all I want is you?"

He smiled. "I want you too. But, we can make love any time. I want us to experience the island and enjoy our honeymoon," Fitz explained.

Olivia smiled. "Okay. I get it. We can explore the island."

Forcing themselves out of their cocoon wasn't too bad. Olivia spent the better part of the morning shopping, while Fitz golfed. They were supposed to meet back up for lunch. She was busy shopping when she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned around and saw a strange woman and man standing there.

"I'm sorry," the lady began. "And, this might sound weird, but aren't you Fitzgerald Grant's wife?"

"Yes," she said, her eyes darting between the two of them.

"I knew it," the lady said. "I'm sorry. I'm Cheryl. This is my husband, Ian. We didn't mean to bother you. But we watched the game, and I thought that was one of the sweetest, most romantic moments I had ever seen on TV before." She placed a hand on her chest and sighed dreamily. "You two totally stole the show."

"Thanks, I guess," Olivia said. She was getting more uncomfortable with each passing second.

"I guess this is your honeymoon," Cheryl continued as if they actually knew each other.

"...Yes."

"So, how long have you been married? Ian and I have been married five years."

"We're hoping to make it to at least fifty-five," she heard that unmistakable baritone voice and breathed a sigh of relief when she looked up and saw him. She had been rescued.

He walked over and wrapped his arm around her.

"Hi. Fitzgerald Grant," he said, holding out his hand.

"Hi. I'm Ian," he said, shaking Fitz's hand. "And, this is my wife, Cheryl."

"It's nice to meet you," Fitz said. "But, if you'll excuse us," he said, moving his hand to the small of Olivia's back. "We're on our way to get lunch."

"So, are we," Ian said. "Why don't we all go together?"

Olivia could tell that Fitz was actually considering this moment of normalcy when he looked at her to get a yes or no from her. She discreetly placed her arm around his waist and pinched his side. He flinched. "Thanks, but our chef has something prepared for us in our villa. Maybe another time."

"It was great meeting you," Cheryl said as they walked out.

"You want to talk about what just happened," Fitz asked when they got back to their residence.

"What's there to talk about? I didn't want to have lunch with them," Olivia simply stated.

"Why not?"

"A better question is why did you want to."

Fitz shrugged his shoulders. "It seemed harmless and normal."

"That's not the kind of normal I want."

"What do you want?"

She sighed. "I don't know. This is all new to me. Just give me a little time before we start double dating with strangers," she said as she took off her sundress.

She looked up and saw Fitz staring at her body as if he had never seen her half naked before.

"You're starting to show," he whispered as he looked at her stomach.

"Just a small bump." She took his hands and placed them on the baby bump.

"Wow. How did I miss this?"

"You've been really busy and preoccupied. But, it's okay," she said with a smile. "It's fairly new."

"But, we just made love last night. I should have noticed it."

"It was kind of dark in here last night," she reminded him. "It's okay."

He knelt down and kissed the baby bump. "Hi baby. This is Daddy. I love you already," he whispered.

After lunch, they relaxed in a hammock over the water. Fitz had his head just above the newly discovered baby bump, with a hand placed on it as Olivia combed her fingers through his hair.

"Don't know much about you," he started singing.

"Don't know who you are
We've been doing fine without you
But, we could only go so far
Don't know why you chose us
Were you watching from above
Is there someone there that knows us
Said we'd give you all our love
Will you laugh just like your mother
Will you sigh like your old man
Will some things skip a generation
Like I've heard they often can
Are you a poet or a dancer
A devil or a clown
Or a strange new combination of
The things we've handed down
I wonder who you'll look like
Will your hair fall down and curl
Will you be a mama's boy
Or daddy's little girl
Will you be a sad reminder
Of what's been lost along the way
Maybe you can help me find her
In the things you do and say
And these things that we have given you
They are not so easily found
But you can thank us later
For the things we've handed down
You may not always be so grateful
For the way that you were made
Some feature of your father's
That you'd gladly sell or trade
And one day you may look at us
And say that you were cursed
But over time that line has been
Extremely well rehearsed
By our fathers, and their fathers
In some old and distant town
From places no one here remembers
Come the things we've handed down"

He heard sniffing and looked up in Olivia's tear filled eyes.

"I love you," she whispered as tears fell from her eyes.

The next day, they started the day at the spa. Once there, they changed into their swimwear they had brought with them. They were given large plush robes and were treated to a light brunch. Then, they were led to the jacuzzi, which was reserved just for them for half an hour. After their time in the jacuzzi, they were treated to a deep tissue and hot stone couple's massage with the sounds of the ocean and a gentle wind breezing through the curtains. Then, they gave them each a bottled water and took them to the sauna. Olivia was relaxing with her head on Fitz's shoulder when she felt his hand at the tie on her robe.

"Really?" She exclaimed in a loud whisper as she moved his hands.

"What?" He asked innocently with a guilty smile. "No one else is in here."

"Now," she pointed out.

"Come on," he whispered and nibbled on her ear. "You know you want to."

"No. It would be just my luck, that I would be right on the verge of an orgasm and someone would walk in."

"It's okay. I wouldn't stop," he said and slipped his hand inside her robe.

"And, that's an even bigger problem," she giggled and moved out of his grasp.

"Fine," he accepted defeat. He held his arm out and she moved back into his embrace.

Afterwards, they had dinner at Tavaru. It was the tallest building on the island, and the view was unbelievable. They dined on Asian cuisine while overlooking palm trees and the ocean.

"Do you think we're going to run into your friends Cheryl and Ian," Olivia teased, while they were eating.

"I hope not," Fitz told her.

"Why not? I thought you liked them and wanted to do the normal couple thing with them."

"I do," Fitz admitted. "But, if they show up, you're going to want to leave. And, I'm enjoying myself."

"Really? Are you enjoying yourself enough to go dancing with me later?"

He smiled. "Yes. Whatever you want."

Olivia leaned across the table and kissed him.

They danced the night away at the Avi Pool Bar. At first, Fitz was content to just watch Olivia dance, until a strange guy started dancing with her.

"I'll take it from here," Fitz said, moving between her and the guy.

Olivia looked up at him and grinned. "Were you jealous?"

"Yes," he admitted.

"Why? We weren't slow dancing or anything."

"I know."

"For the record, I told him that you were sitting over there, but you would cut in the minute you saw him dancing with me."

"You know me so well."

"I kind of pride myself on it," she said reaching up and kissing him.

The morning of their last full day, Olivia felt Fitz's lip press against hers. She kissed him back, bringing her hand up to his cheek, deepening the kiss. Fitz pulled back and she opened her eyes.

"Hi," he said.

"Hi. It's early. Or late," she said, noticing that it was still dark out.

"Early," he told her. "I want us to watch the sunrise together."

Olivia looked up at him and smiled. It was so simple, and so sweet. "Okay."

He laid across the foot of the bed, and she rested her head on his back as they looked out at the stillness of the early morning, trying to break free of the night.

"You did this a lot as a kid didn't you?" Olivia asked as she absentmindedly combed her fingers through his hair.

"I camped a lot, so yeah. You know, you should-"

"Don't even think about it," she quickly said.

"Camping will be fun, Liv. Think about it. We can make love under the stars," he said, trying to entice her.

"We just did that last night. And, I didn't have to worry about a bear showing up and mauling our naked asses."

Fitz laughed.

And, then she saw it. The golden color start to peak just above the horizon, followed by a whiteness that looked to be chased by the yellow of the sun as the clouds swept the sky in a pinkish hue.

"It's beautiful," she whispered.

"Yeah. And, it's never the same. Tomorrow's sunrise will be totally different."

"Fine. We can camp," she said. "In the backyard," she quickly added.

"I'll take it."

Without even looking Olivia knew he had a victorious smile on his face.

"Stop smiling," she said and tugged on his ear.

"I can't. You make me eternally happy. I loved camping as a kid. And, now I get to share that with you. It seems small, but it's...I get to share another part of me with you. I love that."

She moved off his back, and lay beside him so that she could look in his eyes. "Why didn't you say that at first?"

"Because you would have done it, even if you didn't want to. I wanted you to want to share that experience with me."

She kissed his lips. "I love you so much."

"I love you."

Fitz gazed in her eyes as he moved his fingers over her face and neck, down her arm until he linked his fingers with hers. They lay there for a while, gazing in each other's eyes and holding hands. For the first time since they had become husband and wife, they found a stillness together that allowed them to just be.

"What do you want to do today?" Fitz asked.

"This. This is perfect. I want to do this all day."

Fitz brought her hand to his lips and kissed her palm as she allowed her fingers to caress his cheek.

They stayed like that until hunger got the best of Olivia. Then, they had a breakfast of French toast and fruit in the gazebo over the water.

Fitz came out and found Olivia already lounging in the pool. He stood back and admired her beauty. She was wearing a black bikini and she looked amazing. She looked up at him and smiled.

"Are you going to join me?

He grinned as he got in the pool with her. Olivia swam over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Hi."

"Hi."

She kissed him and then smirked as she moved away from him and splashed him. She laughed and swam away from him as he tried to catch her. Fitz was amazed at how fast she was moving. He knew she was a swimmer, but he didn't know just how good she was. She finally stopped, allowing him to catch up with her.

"Wow," he said. "I didn't know you were that fast."

"You've never seen me swim before."

"We need an indoor pool."

"I agree."

With the same quickness, Fitz splashed her, and they were soon having a water fight in the pool as their joyous laughter filled the air.

Fitz pulled her against his body, quickly changing the atmosphere. Olivia felt her body fill with warmth as he leaned in and gently pressed his lips to hers. When he pulled away, she leaned in and softly kissed him. They spent next twenty minutes or so sharing soft, gentle kisses. Fitz moved his hands up her back and unhooked her bikini top. He kissed her shoulders as he removed her straps.

The next morning, they woke up early to watch the sunrise again and savor the final moments of their honeymoon. Fitz sat with his head against the headboard with Olivia lounging between his legs, her back against his chest.

"Is it possible to fall in love again?" She asked.

Fitz angled his head trying to look in her eyes, and she looked up at him.

"This past week, I've just...I can't even describe how I feel right now. It's like I've fallen in love with you all over again. All I know is," she took his hand and placed it on her heart. "I love you. More than I did before. And, I didn't think that was possible."

Fitz smiled and kissed her forehead. "We needed this," he said. "Time away from everyone and everything. Just to be husband and wife."

"I wish we could stay here forever."

Fitz smiled. "Me too. But…"

"You have to get back to deal with Phil. I know. But, I'm going to miss being here and the time we had to just love each other with no outside interference."

"We will carry this with us. I believe we've gotten stronger. So, no matter what happens, we'll be okay. Our love will be okay."