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Mr. & Mrs. Grant

The big door opened and the swell of the wedding march began to play from the organ at the front of the church. Everyone stood up and looked at the two of them. Nathaniel patted her hand and said, "Let's go get my baby her happily ever after."

Both of them put on big smiles and slowly walked down the rose petal covered aisle. Olivia saw so many familiar faces standing in front of the wooden pews. And all of them were smiling at her. Some commented on how beautiful she looked. Some took pictures of her and her dad. And while she was so happy to have them there to share this special day with her, she just wanted to get to Fitz. The anticipation was killing her.

Olivia saw Fitz standing at the end of the aisle. Her breath caught, and for a moment all she could see was him. He looked so handsome in his tuxedo. He looked taller too somehow. His shoes gleamed with a perfect shine. He had his hands clasped in front of his body as he patiently waited for her. His hair was perfectly styled and the curls she always loved to touch looked very inviting to her hands. And his face. His ruggedly handsome face with his beautiful blue eyes had tears flowing from them. Even though he was smiling at her. His genuine love filled smile. It made her quicken her steps, but her father held her hand and tightened his grip on her, reminding her of the wedding pace. Her steps slowed, but the closer they got, she couldn't help it. Olivia speed walked the rest of the way to stand beside him. Chuckles were heard throughout the old church building.

From the moment Fitz heard the music change, his attention was focused solely on that closed door. When it finally opened the vision that stood there, and then proceeded to walk towards him left him breathless. This divine, incredibly gorgeous woman was going to be his wife in a matter of minutes. The pride he felt in the realization of that knew no bounds in that moment. He wanted to run to her. Or carry her the rest of the way. Her dad would probably kill him if he tried though.

Her dress was stunning on her perfect little body. It accentuated her curves in all the right ways without being flashy. He wondered if she knew that he had been the one to suggest it to Lila the morning they went shopping when he sent her a picture of it? Probably not. It didn't matter now. The picture of the dress had been beautiful, but seeing Olivia in it was the most incredible thing he had ever witnessed. Her hair hung in loose waves past her shoulders. Just like it did on the day they met. He wondered if she had done it on purpose? Her make-up was perfect and the smile on her face that he knew was solely for him brought tears to his eyes. His soon to be wife looked exactly how he imagined she would. Spectacular.

When Olivia hurriedly reached the alter, one of Fitz's perfectly clasped hands broke free and reached for her. She stood beside her father but took his offered hand and felt him rub circles on it. Her heart swelled and she let go of his hand and wiped his cheeks. She leaned close to him and whispered, "This is a cry free zone."

"You look so...elegant. I am the luckiest man in the world." He said as he brought her hand up to his lips and kissed it. "You're gonna marry me today."

Olivia smiled at him, feeling the tears threatening to spill out of her eyes. "I got all dressed up. I gotta marry somebody."

"Don't cry, babe. You'll ruin your make-up. Besides, this is a cry free zone." Fitz winked at her, stifling her water works.

The two of them were impervious to anyone else in the building. Until Nathaniel cleared his throat to bring them back to the moment. Still they held hands.

The pastor smiled kindly at them and said, "We are gathered here today in the sight of God, and the presence of friends and loved ones, to celebrate one of life's greatest moments. We are here to give recognition to the worth and beauty of love, and to add our best wishes and blessings to the words that will unite Olivia Carolyn Pope and Fitzgerald Thomas Grant in holy matrimony. Who gives this woman to be married?"

Nathaniel quietly cleared his throat and loudly told the elderly man, "Her mother and I."

Olivia kissed her father's cheek lovingly and wiped the tear that had escaped. "Cry free zone." She reminded him.

He quietly nodded in reply and took Olivia's hand out of his own and placed it into Fitz's. He whispered to his soon to be son in law, "Take care of my girl."

"Yes, Sir. I will." Fitz whispered back and shook his hand. The happy couple stepped up to the platform, still holding hands and faced each other as Olivia's dad took his seat beside his wife.

The pastor continued. "Fitzgerald and Olivia, marriage is the most important of all earthly relationships. It should be entered into reverently, thoughtfully, and with full understanding of its sacred nature. Your marriage must stand by the strength of your love and the power of faith in each other and in God. Just as two threads woven in opposite directions form a beautiful tapestry, so to your two lives when merged together will make a beautiful marriage. Fitzgerald and Olivia have written their own vows."

Fitz let go of one of her hands, pulled a piece of paper from his jacket pocket, and took a deep breath. "I promise to take you in my arms when you need to be held. And let you sleep in your happy place every night without complaint. I will defend your honor, even if that means taking out my brother in laser tag. I promise to laugh with you and at you, but only when it's appropriate. I promise to love you for who you are, and help you become all that you can be. That means more cooking lessons. We will always have late night dessert, even if we have to wait until the kids are put to bed first. I promise that we will never run out of coffee. And that we will go back to the beach every summer, but will never parasail. I promise you that Rob will never live with us again. And I promise to lub you more each day than I did the one before."

Olivia let go of the breath she had been holding. She would not cry, she told herself. Not yet. She looked up into his gorgeous blue eyes and felt the emotion behind his words. She was going to grow old with this crazy man and love him until her dying breath. She loved him so much. She closed her eyes and took another breath while Fitz returned the paper into his pocket. Once Olivia had her tear ducts under control, she pulled out a similar piece of paper from her bouquet. Fitz gave her a surprised look and she just smiled at him.

"I promise to stand by your side and sleep in your arms. I will do my best to encourage your weird admiration for Duff Goldman in any way that I can. I promise to love you, encourage you, trust you, and respect you. I will occasionally throw a game of bowling so you can win too. I promise to share my hopes and dreams with you and eventually start our own family together. But we are not in competition with your brother. I will look search for a nurse outfit in case you get sick, but vow to stock up on Vitamin C so that you never do. I will do my absolute best to only pack one bag when you ask me to. I only want to make lasagna with you like we did the last time. And last but not least, I promise to love you more than you can possibly imagine."

Apparently most of the guests in attendance didn't get the no crying memo either. There wasn't a dry eye in the house after the two of them read their vows to each other. The pastor smiled at the pair who were obviously so much in love with each other. He looked at Fitz and said, "Fitzgerald, do you take Olivia to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

Fitz kissed her hands again and said, "I do."

"Do you promise to love, honor, cherish, and protect her, forsaking all others and holding only unto her forevermore?"

Fitz smiled at Olivia and said, "I do."

"Olivia, do you take Fitzgerald to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I do." She said as she rubbed his hand.

"Do you promise to love, honor, cherish, and protect him, forsaking all others and holding only unto him forevermore?"

"I do."

"Do the two of you have rings?" He asked. When both of them nodded the pastor continued. "The ring is a symbol of the unbroken circle of love. Love freely given has no beginning and no end. May these rings always remind you of the vows you have taken."

Fitz turned to his brother to get Olivia's wedding band from him.

The pastor spoke and Fitz repeated the words to Olivia as he took off her engagement ring and slid the band onto her finger and then put the engagement ring back on. "I, Fitzgerald Thomas Grant, take you, Olivia Pope to be my wife. To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, for better or worse, and I promise my love to you. With this ring, I take you as my wife, for as long as we both shall live."

Olivia brought her hand up, showing off her wedding set, in front of her face and smiled big as Lisa snapped the photo and the guests laughed. She gave Abby her bridal bouquet, got Fitz's ring from her, and turned back to face him. She slid the band over his knuckle as she repeated these words. "I, Olivia Carolyn Pope, take you, Fitzgerald Grant to be my husband. To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, for better or worse, and I promise my love to you. With this ring, I take you as my husband, for as long as we both shall live."

The pastor said, "Let us pray. We ask for your blessings upon this man and woman, as we celebrate this momentous occasion in their lives. Bless this happy couple as they begin their journey together as man and wife. Grant them happiness and contentment as they learn to navigate life together. Bless their families and friends who have supported, strengthened, and sustained them throughout their lives. Bless their home as a place of love and peace. And if times grow hard and tempers grow short, help them to remember the love that brought them here today. Amen.

By the powers vested in me I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss your..."

"Come here, wife." Fitz said, cutting off the pastor and eagerly pulling her into his arms and dipping her slightly. He tenderly brushed his lips across hers, being very mindful of her make-up. He pulled her back to standing up, the thunderous applause barely registering in either of their ears. They gave each other big happy smiles and held onto each other as they finally faced the congregation.

"I present to you, Mr. And Mrs. Fitzgerald Grant." The pastor proudly proclaimed.

Everyone in attendance stood up and clapped loudly for the beautiful couple. The organ began to play once again, a happy tune, and Olivia got her bouquet from Abby, looped her arm through her husbands, and the two of them made their way towards the door. They stopped at Lila and Nathaniel first and they both gave the newlyweds hugs amid happy tears.

"We finally got a son." Nathaniel said. Fitz grinned at him and hugged his neck once gain.

Lila took the direct route. "You two know what needs to be done tonight, right? I want grandbabies!"

"Momma! We're in church!" Olivia said with a shocked giggle.

"Jesus knows I want grandchildren. It's not a secret, baby."

Fitz laughed heartily at his mother in law and whispered, "I'll do my best."

Olivia's eyes went wide and she covered her mouth with her hand and said, "Fitz!" It made him laugh even more.

They walked over to where Thomas and Emma were proudly standing and Fitz hugged his mother tightly. "Do not screw this up, Fitzgerald. If you do, we are keeping her and getting rid of you."

"Yes ma'am." Fitz dutifully replied with a smile. "I'm never letting her go."

"That's my boy." She said with a smile of her own. She hugged Olivia and said, "Welcome to the family, dear. We are so happy that you are finally a Grant."

"Me too, Emma. Thank you." Olivia replied from her arms.

The rest of the walk out was giving high fives to friends, shaking hands, and sharing smiles with others. Once they walked through the door and were standing in the vestibule, Olivia let go of his hand and wrapped her arms around his neck, finally touching 'her curls' at the back of his neck. Fitz looked down at her and just marveled at her like the very first time they had met. Using the hand on the back of his neck, Olivia pulled his face closer to hers and rubbed noses with him. "Hi, husband" she whispered.

The grin on his face exploded, and he reached a hand up to caress her cheek. "Hi, wife."

"We're married!" She quietly exclaimed to him, through her delirious smiles.

"Finally! I have waited a really long time for you." He admitted, holding her tightly.

"I thought you would never come find me," Olivia confessed. "But now that you have, I'm never letting you go."

"Not even for cake, Mrs. Grant?" Fitz teased.

"Say that again." She said dreamily with her eyes closed.

Fitz, who loved all of her facial expressions, decided that this one was his new favorite. Blissfully happy newlywed Olivia. He couldn't wait to get her alone. "I love you, Mrs. Grant."

Olivia released a contented sigh and her husband took the opportunity to kiss her. Their tongues happily played together as their lips tried to consume each other. Their hands couldn't hold the other one close enough. It was starting to get heated, but neither of them cared.

Until...

"You two sure know how to attract a crowd." Thad stated.

Immediately the newly married couple broke apart and noticed a large group of people standing around them. Watching with grins and sharing smirks amongst each other. Olivia took Fitz's hand and sarcastically replied, "Thad, you're my brother in law so I can say this now. Shut up!"

Fitz roared with laughter and followed his tiny wife to the front of the church for pictures. Stephen pulled Fitz aside as they reached the alter to get placed for the photos. "Look, mate. She is going to make you want to pull your hair out before it's over. She is going to take pictures from every possible angle until you feel like you will absolutely die of old age. Hang in there though and keep your smile on your face. Your wife will make it worth your while later on."

"Thanks, Stephen. But unlike you, I'm actually really photogenic and I don't mind having my picture taken." Fitz winked at his friend and walked away chuckling.

"I give him twenty minutes and he'll be whining," Stephen told a grinning Abby who was standing beside him.

The wedding pictures were pretty much a blur to Fitz. It was him & Olivia. Them with her parents. Them with his parents. Them with both sets of parents. Him with the groomsmen. Him with the bridesmaids; which he really liked. The three of them took serious pictures as well as goofy ones. They had always been Liv's friends and support system and were special to her. So they were special to him too for that reason. Him and Liv with the flower girls. And on and on. But he didn't mind. Or complain once. For the most part, he got to keep his arm around his new wife, and Fitz could never complain when in that position.

Pictures were finally done and the wedding party slowly headed downstairs for the reception. Olivia asked Lisa if she would mind taking a few pictures of just the two of them outside? She smiled knowingly and said, "Of course. I would love to. A picture of both of you with you wearing the cape would make a lovely gift to your mother in law."

Olivia asked Abby if she would mind coming with them, to help out with her dress. She agreed, naturally, and went to get Olivia's cape from the bridal room. "You got a wedding cape?" Fitz asked.

"Your mother came the bridal room before the wedding and loaned it to me. It was the one she wore when she married your dad. I'd really like to give her a picture of us outside while I'm wearing it. I hope you don't mind?"

"I think she would love that. We might even make it on her wall of fame?" He joked.

Outside it was freezing and the ground was white, but the harsh winter wind had apparently taken the day off. Lisa took them not too far from the front door of the church. There was a large snow covered tree with a swing attached to one of the branches. Lisa wiped the snow from the seat of the swing and invited Olivia to sit down on it. She instructed Fitz to stand in front of her and push the swing ropes back until her face was even with his. Olivia held onto the cold ropes and touched her lips to his in a tender kiss as Lisa snapped pictures. It had started snowing lightly so they moved quickly to stand in front of the snow covered trees. Abby made sure her friend's dress was in place and then moved out of the way. Lisa raved about how beautiful it looked. After getting a few of those in various poses, they small frozen group quickly headed inside.

Abby and Lisa moved quicker than Fitz and Olivia, knowing the wedding party wanted to announce the happy couple as Mr. And Mrs. to everyone in attendance. Every happy moment was captured on film. While dinner was eaten, their friends bundled up and went outside to 'decorate' the getaway car. Condoms, toilet paper, shaving cream, and glitter were just some of the items used to decorate the inside and outside of the car. That was captured on film as well and the pictures would be brought out often as proof of who did what.

Once everyone was back inside and dinner was over, the couple were directed to cut their wedding cake. It was a beautiful five tiered creation, each layer adorned with a gold lace ribbon and a navy blue pearl border around the bottom edges. The tiers alternated in a pattern of shorter, solid navy blue tiers and taller white tiers with gold Swiss dots, starting and ending with navy blue. A gold topper with the words AT LAST sat front and center on the top tier. It was gorgeous. Olivia looked around the room for Charlotte and when she made eye contact with her, she asked her to join them for a picture next to the cake. Charlotte bashfully and begrudgingly obliged them.

Olivia hugged her neck and said, "Thank you for making this gorgeous cake. It's absolutely perfect!"

Charlotte smiled proudly and said, "You're welcome" before hastily returning to her seat.

Fitz put his hand over Olivia's and the they cut two small pieces of cake from the bottom tier that they were about to feed each other. They eyed one another with guarded expressions; knowing exactly what the other was worried about. Olivia was the first to speak up. "If you smear cake all over my face, it will be the last thing you do, Fitzgerald Grant."

Fitz's grin got bigger at her strong warning. "As if I would." He said smirking.

The two of them took a cautious closer to each other, both still skeptical of their newly wedded spouse. They both lifted the cake between their fingers and hesitantly and very slowly moved it toward the other's mouth with their eyes locked on each other. Olivia gingerly placed the cake into Fitz's open mouth as he did the same to her. Both released a heavy breath as they chewed the sweet fluffy cake through smiles and camera flashes.

Someone continued cutting cake for the guests while Fitz and Olivia picked up their champagne flutes and intertwined their arms. "Please don't spill it on me, Mrs. Grant." Fitz teased.

"I'm going to make you say that to me every single day from now on." She said smiling. "And...you don't spill any on me either. I'm wearing white!"

"And now the nagging starts," Fitz said rolling his eyes dramatically.

"Ummm, hello? Would you like to go to Aruba with me?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I did just vow to make fun of you when it's appropriate." He said smiling. "But I do love you."

"Our wedding day is not appropriate." She said chuckling. "I love you more."

"It's not possible. Shut up and kiss me, Mrs. Grant." He commanded. Olivia happily complied and both of them lifted their glasses and drank from them as more pictures were taken. "Can we get out of here yet?" He whispered.

Olivia laughed at him, set their glasses down, and wrapped her arms around his neck. "No! We still have to open our gifts and have our first dance as husband and wife and throw the bouquet and the garter."

"Fine! But as soon as that crap gets flung, we are out of here, Liv. I mean it!"

"You're such a baby." She laughed.

"My next wedding is going to be at the courthouse." He said making a disgusted face. "Over and done with quick."

Olivia pinched him. "Do you really want all of our family and friends watch me kick your ass while wearing a wedding gown? Because I'll do it."

"You're cute when you're angry. Feisty too." He eyed her up and down and licked his lips.

"Keep it in your pants, perv. You'll be lucky to get laid at all on this honeymoon with that attitude. You'd better change your ways." She watched, mesmerized, as his tongue poke out of his mouth and slid across his lips. She imagined that magical tongue of his doing magical things south of her body and a small moan tumbled out of her throat.

Fitz knew that look on her face. And he was going to take advantage of it. Right now! "I need to...talk to you about something. It's important."

"Now?" She asked surprised.

"Right now!" He commanded. He looked over at his brother and told him, "I've got to talk to Olivia privately. Please explain that if anyone asks where we went. Thanks."

Abby caught sight of the couple leaving and saw Fitz talking to Thad. She didn't entirely trust him, so she kept her eye on him until they returned.

"Whatever you say, big brother." Thad said smirking. He watched Fitz practically drag Olivia out of the reception room. Yea. Chances of them talking were about as high as the chance he'd win the lottery. He went to go look for Olivia's dad to ask him if he'd seen the bride.

"Fitz? Where are we going? You can tell me whatever it is right here?"

Instead of answering her, Fitz pulled her into a dark room and attacked her mouth. He was careful not to mess up her hair, but he wanted her right now! All of that other shit would just have to wait until they were done in here. He moaned into her mouth. He had behaved like a saint all day long. He wanted a reward of some kind. Instead of using his words, he pulled away from her mouth and said, "Just give me a minute. I really can't wait. And you eye fucking me in there isn't helping things." When she grinned at him, Fitz knew he had her right where he wanted her.

He squatted down in front of her and pulled up the miles of white fabric, handing it to his wife to hold. "Ohmygod," Fitz breathed out. "My wife is a dirty little nympho. You got married to me with no panties on? Really, Liv?"

Olivia smiled knowingly. She knew he would never make it all the way to Aruba without sex. Hell, she didn't think he'd make it back to their house. She knew her guy and had planned accordingly. Before she could reply to him, he threw one of her legs over his shoulder and started feasting on her core with reckless abandon. When she let out a rather loud noise, Fitz reached a hand up and stuck one of his fingers in her mouth. She held onto it with one hand and the other gripped his curls. She sucked on it enthusiastically wishing it was something else entirely. He felt her getting close to exploding and doubled his efforts. He hoped she didn't scream, but knew that was a useless hope. Trying to think of how to stifle it, he replaced his tongue with his finger. He then stood up and kissed her passionately, hoping to absorb her sounds into his mouth. A few seconds later he discovered that it mostly worked. Fitz figured with the reception in full swing, no one would hear anything anyways.

Olivia drooped her head onto his shoulder, let go of the bunched up material, and tried to even out her breathing. "I'm never wearing underwear again." She declared with a satisfied smile.

Fitz chuckled at her and pecked her lips once more. "I'm going to like being married to you, Mrs. Grant."

"I guess now is a good time to tell you I just made fifty bucks."

"Really? How?"

"I bet Abby that we wouldn't make it to the house." Fitz roared with laughter and held her close. "Married life suits us very well. At least you won't have to spend your winnings on underwear." He said wiggling his eyebrows at her.

"Come on. We're the guests of honor. Everyone will notice that we have left the reception." He helped her fix her dress and made sure she was presentable. Olivia did the same for him and they headed for the door.

Fitz turned the knob and four people fell into the dark room laughing. Fitz and Olivia jumped back and watched their friends to hit the floor. "What the hell are you guys doing?"

"We could ask you the same question." Yvonne said with a smirk.

"Yea. What are the two of you doing?" Charlie asked.

"It's awfully dark in here. Who talks in a dark room of a church?" Thad asked sarcastically.

"Who leaves their own reception to get laid?" Abby asked laughing. She pulled a bill out of her bag and handed it to Liv. "You definitely earned this."

Olivia covered her face with her hand. Fitz grinned at the creepers. "Get up you nosy weirdos. I was just...stealing a moment with my wife. There's no harm in that." That explanation sounded pretty damn good in Fitz's opinion, and he smiled at his quick thinking.

"Yeaaa, but then there's the exchange of money between them," Charlie said pointing.

"And I'm pretty sure we heard something about underwear." Yvonne said.

"Fitz. Reception." Olivia ordered walking towards the door, passing their laughing 'friends'. "And if you wouldn't lick your damn lips all the damn time, we wouldn't have to have these...talks."

The laughter grew tremendously louder and Fitz had joined in by this time. "But babe, I love having these talks with you." He said to her retreating back. "You guys fuck up everything." He quietly scolded with a grin. "Let's go."

Rob dashed outside laughing the whole way.

"Olivia. I was looking for you." Nathaniel said. "They want to play the music for your first dance as husband and wife." Olivia nodded happily and cut her eyes to her husband. She was thankful her father hadn't been the one to discover them.

The music started and Fitz held Olivia's hand and led her to the middle of the room. He held onto her waist with his right hand and gracefully held her dainty hand in his left one. As they slowly swayed Fitz couldn't help but peck her lips and say, "I love you so much."

Olivia smiled up at him and laid her head on his chest. "This has been the perfect day, hasn't it?"

"It's been great so far. But perfect is an exaggeration right now." He corrected.

She picked up her head and looked him in the eye. "What about it wasn't perfect for you? I wanted you to love it and be as happy as I am with how everything turned out."

"The wedding was everything I wanted it to be. You look completely enchanting. Everyone who was in the wedding looked great too. Hell, I look great. The flowers, the cake, this moment. It has all been wonderful."

"But not perfect?"

He leaned close to her ear and whispered, "When we get home and I make love to my wife for the first time, then it will be the perfect day." Fitz felt her relax in his arms and took the opportunity to capture her lips in a sweet kiss.

When they broke out of the kiss, Olivia whispered to him, "Let's hurry up and throw the garter and bouquet so we can leave. I'm getting ideas now."

"I do love a woman who thinks." He said with a smirk. "I'll ask the guys to load up the car with our gifts and we can open them when we get back from our trip. Let's go."

All of the single ladies lined up behind Olivia as she held onto the small bouquet of flowers she would toss. There weren't many of them, but Yvonne was front and center reminding her boss of where she was standing by constantly calling her name. Fitz chuckled as he watched Yvonne's gaze lock in on Olivia's arm with tunnel vision. "Ready?" Olivia asked. "One, two, three!" She flung the flowers over her shoulder without peeking and turned around quickly to watch her assistant snatch the flying roses out of the air and grin triumphantly. Everyone politely clapped. Except for one of the other women from the office, who was about to catch the bouquet. She was shooting daggers at Yvonne.

A chair was brought out for Olivia to sit in, which she did. Fitz grinned and rubbed his hands together anxiously. "Just warming them up for you, babe."

One of the four creepers from earlier said, "Have you washed them recently?" The other three snickered at the comment. Fitz and Olivia chose to ignore them, but their growing smiles proved that it was a difficult task.

He reached up her leg very carefully, knowing he was under the watchful eye of her father, as well as everyone else in attendance. Fitz tried to forget that there was no barrier between his wandering fingers and her core. Olivia saw his eyes start to glaze over and knew he was feeling tormented. He felt the garter with his right index finger and passed by it with his left hand saying, "How high up did you place the garter, Mrs. Grant? We have guests here."

Olivia blushed, knowing he had found it already. And also knowing he was up to no good. She felt his hand traveling further up her thigh and she shook her head. "You're getting colder."

She heard him quietly mutter, "I don't think so" and chose to ignore him. As his right hand grabbed the garter, his left one snaked up between her legs and his pinky quickly grazed her skin there before pulling both hands out from under the dress with the garter around his wrist. He held his hand out to help her stand up and Fitz noticed her biting on her lip. They needed to get out of there soon! "Line up guys!" He said urgently.

Fitz positioned one end of the garter at his fingertip. He stretched the elastic blue material and pulled it up to his shoulder, facing away from the males. Without any flair or warning he let it fly and quickly kissed Olivia while she watched the guys try to get it. One of the kids from the bakery caught it and proudly grinned from ear to ear, waving it around in front of the others.

"Can we please go now?" Fitz quietly begged.

"MmmmHmmm. Let me grab my bouquet and you can take me."

An evil grin spread across Fitz's face. "I love it when you talk dirty to me, wife."

"The car ride home should be a very intersting one for you then, husband. As I said before, I have plans." She grinned back. He told her to hurry and she disappeared to grab her flowers.

At the front door of the church the newlyweds dashed outside amid red rose petals floating in the air around them. They hugged their parents with happy smiles and headed for their car. They stopped abruptly and stared at their vehicle. Wild laughter came from behind them and neither one of them needed to look back to see exactly who it was.

An opened condom impaled on the short antenna. Just Married was written on the front window. Mrs was written on the passenger window and Mr was on the driver's side. Fitz opened the door for Olivia and several balloons of every color, each with a condom inside of them floated up to the sky. Once she was settled inside and her dress was nowhere near the door, he closed it behind her and walked around the back of the car. As he rounded the back, Fitz looked at the window. It said Lets Talk across it. He glanced up at the creepers and gave them the thumbs up and a grin before continuing to his own door. It was freezing outside, so as soon as Fitz started on the car, he turned on the heat. Gold glitter flew out from the vents at a rapid pace.

Olivia held her hands up and scrunched up her face as it was pelted with the little shiny pieces. She pushed a button beside her and looked at the fools laughing at them in the cold. "Lisa, did you get pictures of whoever decorated our car?" She asked nicely.

The photographer smiled widely and said, "Of course. I documented all aspects of the wedding."

Looking at their friends Liv said, "Payback is a bitch, people. When we get back we are getting even with ALL of the perpetrators." She rolled up her window laughing evilly.

"You still got plans, babe?" Fitz asked nervously.

"Bet your fine ass, Mister. Let's go!" He pulled away from the church and both of them rolled down their windows, setting free all of the balloons with happy laughter.

How they made it home in one piece was a wonder. Fitz had his glitter covered tuxedo jacket off and his shirt was completely unbuttoned and hanging off of his shoulders. His tie however, still hung loosely around his neck. The right side of his neck had been effectively marked by her mouth, teeth, and lipstick. His hair was in complete disarray, curls sticking up in all directions. He was grinning like a madman. A madman who wanted more. He looked delicious to Olivia and she wasn't shy to admit that she was responsible for his look. In fact she was openly smiling at her handiwork when they pulled into the driveway.

Olivia wasn't in much better shape. The left side of her dress had been pulled down her shoulder and her breast exposed. Thanks to red lights that Fitz made a point to stop at along the way home, it was marked up thoroughly too. Her lips were swollen and her lipstick was smeared past the corners of her mouth. Her loose flowing waves were bunched up on one side of her head. Her dress was wrinkled almost beyond recognition.

Fitz got out of the car and skipped around to the passenger side. As is. It was nippy out, but he didn't notice. They had two hours before they had to leave for the airport to catch their flight to Aruba. He planned on making the most of every minute until then. He opened her door and wondered for a moment what to do with her. His wife was half dressed, breast exposed, but giggling deliriously. He grinned at her and leaned in for a quick kiss. She grabbed the back of his head and tried unsuccessfully to pull him back in the car. "We're going to make it onto our bed, woman. Stop trying to molest me, pervert."

"Ok. Let's go then." She got out of her seat, breast hanging in the winter afternoon, and started walking towards their door. Fitz laughed and commented on her new look as he followed her and took off his tie and put it around her neck and over her breast. She laughed at this addition to her wardrobe, but it did cover what needed to be covered. When they reached the porch, both of them were laughing hysterically about their various state of undress.

At the front door, Fitz picked her up in his arms and kissed her passionately. "I'm going to carry you over the threshold now. It's what real men do. Please don't let your frozen nipple cut my face though." She laughed loudly and almost fell out of his arms. A loud clearing throat could be heard from behind them. The newlyweds froze in their tracks, and then slowly turned around to see who it was.

Their neighbor, Charles, stood two feet away with a wrapped package in his hands. Why the hell was he always stumbling upon these two when they are ready to pounce on each other. He shook his head and the thoughts of them that threatened to invade his mind. Was she wearing a tie over her...Nope. He made himself look at their shoes. They still had their shoes on, so he looked there. "I wasn't able to attend your wedding because today one of my grandkids had his birthday party. So I thought I'd bring your gift over here and leave it on your porch. Buuuuut this happened. Again." He muttered.

Charles looked at them a little more closely. Fitz had his hands full holding her, and he wasn't not going anywhere near Olivia. She was basically nude from the waist up. No way! "I'll just...leave it on the porch. Enjoy your honeymoon." He set the package down and walked back home.

Fitz and Olivia giggled. Poor Charles. "Let's invite him over for dinner one night when we get back. It'll be fun." She turned the doorknob and Fitz kicked the door open grinning.

To anyone who read my story, left a review, talked about it on social media, or listened to my crazy ideas...THANK YOU! I have enjoyed writing this story so much. I will be starting a sequel to this story soon & hope you all will follow along with Fitz & Liv as they figure out married life, pregnancy, and smushy babies! They deserve that kinda life. Thank you again.