Liv stood at the kitchen counter, prepping the boysenberries to make jam. Gia, who was supposed to be helping, looked up at her mother as she slipped her tiny hands into the bowl, effectively stealing a few more of the berries before popping them into her mouth.

"Momma, if you eat them all now, we won't have any to make jam for daddy." Liv said as she looked at her daughter whose mouth was now stained with the fruit.

Gia looked up at her mother, with juice trickling down the corner of her mouth. "It's good mommy! YUMMMMM YUM!" Gia stated as she rubbed her tummy for extra emphasis.

"So you don't want to make jam for daddy?" Liv asked, knowing that Gia loved the jam just as much as her father. She decided that she must really like the berries… Just like her father. Gia had boysenberry juice all over her face, and her once yellow shirt now had giant stains from the berry's juice. But Gia was happy nonetheless, most likely because she had yet to realize the mess that was currently being displayed on her body.

Gia looked up at Liv as if she had said the rudest of words to her. She simply couldn't understand how her mommy wanted her to share the giant bowl of the yummy berry. Liv couldn't understand how Fitz and Gia could just sit there and eat them all day as if they were strawberries or grapes. "No jam for daddy! Is for Gia, mommy! I eat the boy betties alllll up! Aww by mydelf" She said cheerfully, popping the "p" in "up" for emphasis, as she stuck another handful into her mouth. Liv laughed at her daughter's way of saying boysenberries. She was learning new words every single day, and still amazed her that she had the power to grow this tiny being in her body. And now there would be another Grant joining the mix.

"But Gia baby..."

"I not a baby mommy. Gia big girl now!"

"Ok Gia, big girl… Don't you want to see daddy happy when he comes home and sees the jam you made for him?"

Gia looked up towards the ceiling and pondered her mother's words with her pointer finger tapping away at her chin. "I wanna make boy betty jam for daddy, mommy." Gia squealed as she returned the bowl back to her mother. Liv kissed Gia's forehead as she accepted the bowl from her daughter, thankful that their child was a very easy going, happy toddler.

Liv honestly loved how happy Gia was, especially when she was stuffing her chubby little cheeks. It's true that Gia was an easy toddler, and rarely acted out during what should have been her terrible two's. Her worst moment had to have been the great toothpaste and shaving cream fiasco in the master bath, a few months ago. Since then, Liv had read somewhere that the majority of the terrible two's stemmed from children not knowing how to express themselves. They would often become frustrated as their parents couldn't always understand what they were trying to relay when it came to what they needed or wanted. To solve this problem, Liv and Fitz had decided to teach Gia sign language, and she seemed to sail past her terrible two's rather peacefully. They couldn't have been more fortunate, and even they learned things that would stick with them for a long time to come.

With her toddler in one hand, and a colander full of boysenberries in the other, Liv made her way towards the stove. She set Gia a safe distance away from the pot that was prepped to cook the berries, and laughed as her daughter moved to lay across the counter on her belly and slinked her way backwards until she was inside of the kitchen sink. Every once in a while, Liv would allow Gia to sit in one of the double kitchen sinks and allow her to "help" do the dishes. This normally resulted in the floor and Gia wearing most of the soap and water that was normally reserved for doing the dishes.

Once Liv dumped the berries into the boiling pot of water, she walked over to Gia who seemed to be trying to figure out how to turn on the sink. Liv watched her carefully, but refused to help her, preferring giving Gia the space to figure it out on her own.

She watched on silently as Gia's eyebrows furrowed, reflecting her severe concentration as her tiny fingers began toying with the single lever on top of the faucet. She was able to wiggle it a little, and smiled as a small trickle of water seeped out of the faucet- but it wasn't enough. As she moved it to the side, Gia noticed the water began to come out heavier, and this seemed to be pleasing to the toddler as she began to giggle at her newest discovery.

A few moments later, Gia sneezed, causing her body to jump, and her hand to force the lever upward. A loud squeal escaped her mouth as a blast of cold water came flooding out of the faucet, as she had inadvertently turned the water on full blast.

"Mommy! I turna on a wataw!" Gia giggled as she began splashing around in the sink.

"Yay Gia!" Liv praised as she clapped her hands together and gave a small bounce of pride. Liv's first instinct was to take her out and dry her off, until she noticed just how much of the berry's juices were still coating her face and chest. Instead of taking Gia out, Liv reached for the small bottle of Johnson's baby soap and baby loofah that they kept under the kitchen sink, normally for when Gia was outside and got her hands and face dirty, and shifted the water to warm before she undressed Gia and began to clean her up. Once Gia was clean, Liv allowed her to splash for a while longer, while she canned the jam that was now ready.

When she finished the last of the jars, Liv looked over at the time and noticed that Fitz would be home soon. She went to take Gia out of the sink, and remembered that she didn't have a towel to wrap her in. not wanting to leave the little girl unattended for long, Liv simply scooped Gia up out of the water, and swiftly made her way up to Gia's nursery to dress her for her daddy's pending arrival.

"MOMMY IT'S COLD!" Gia squealed as her bottom lip began to quiver.

"I know baby, we are going to get you dressed in your new shirt, and we are going to go downstairs and wait for daddy to come home." Liv said as she clutched her shivering daughter close to her chest.

"Okay." Gia said as she snuggled closer into her mother's body for warmth.

It wasn't long before Liv had made it into Gia's room and she wrapped her up in a towel and set her on her bed. She went through her drawers and began pulling out the shirt she had special ordered just for today, along with a pink ruffled skirt and a pair of socks. She made her way back to the bed, and applied lotion to her daughter's body, before putting on a pair of her "big girl panties" and dressing her up in her special outfit. Once Gia was dressed, Liv fixed Gia's hair into two ponytails, allowing her curls to frame her face, and smiled at how adorable her little girl looked. She couldn't wait until Fitz saw his little girl in her new outfit. This would definitely be a day to remember.

It had been two days since Liv found out she was pregnant, and she had finally come up with the perfect way to tell him. Once she had Gia's socks on, she put her Sofia the First slippers on her feet, and helped her daughter off of the bed. Together they made their way downstairs via the slide, and cuddled on the couch and watched 101 Dalmatians, until they heard the sound of Fitz's car pulling into the driveway.


After the day that Fitz had, all he wanted to do was come home and cuddle up with his beautiful wife and daughter. He had been stuck in back to back meetings all day, and before he knew it, he had missed lunch, along with his lunchtime chat with his two favorite girls. With the constant hustle and bustle of meetings within his office, Fitz would often count on his daily chats with his girls to calm his nerves, and allow a little bit of normal into his hectic work day.

Most nights when Fitz would leave work, he would forward his calls to his cell phone. He didn't believe in unanswered calls, especially when people who called his office after hours were normally calling due to some sort of emergency. However, tonight when he walked out of his office, he made it clear to Lauren that the only way he was to be disturbed tonight, was if Burlington was burning down to the ground. His office phone that was normally forwarded to his cell phone after he left for the day, would go ignored, and calls returned in the morning. This was something new for Fitz, and although Liv never got upset when the random call did happen to come through, he wanted this time strictly for them.

The entire ride home, Fitz couldn't help but grow excited with each landmark leading to their home that he passed. He hoped that Liv hadn't cooked yet, as he truly wanted to order takeout. Takeout was less clean up, and Fitz was feeling extra needy for bonding time with the two most important girls in his life. This new neediness was odd to Fitz as he had always missed Liv and Gia while he was at work, but lately, he never wanted to be separated from either one of them. It wasn't a bad feeling that caused him to cling to his family, but it was a feeling that something was different. He just didn't know what it was.

When the town car had finally pulled into the driveway, Fitz was wearing the biggest smile his cheeks could bare. In all of his excitement, he was out of the car, and making his way to the front door before the car had even come to a complete stop.

The moment Fitz reached the front step, he was surprised to see the door swing open, and Liv standing there with the biggest smile on her face. He took in how beautiful she looked with her hair pulled up into bun in the back of her head. She was wearing her Lulu lemon jogging suit, and Liv knew by the way that Fitz licked his lips that she wouldn't be wearing it for long.

"Welcome home honey. I've missed you." She said as she pressed her lips softly to his. He tried to deepen the kiss, but Liv stepped back before she allowed herself to get carried away. She couldn't get carried away. She needed for this to turn out perfectly.

Fitz began to whimper as he felt his wife step out of their embrace, but quickly relaxed as her hand began roaming up and down his chest. "Don't worry babe, there will be more of that later." She giggled as she wrapped her arms around his waist for a hug.

"Promise?" He asked, his hand resting comfortably on her ass.

"You'd better believe it. But right now, I'm taking the baby for a walk." She said as she stepped out of his arms once again.

"Don't be long." Fitz replied, not caring if he sounded needy in this moment. He wasn't ashamed of how much he loved his family and just how much he craved having his wife in his arms.

"I won't be." Liv said as she stepped past Fitz and made her way outside. "Oh, and Gia is in the living room." She added just before closing the door, leaving Fitz completely baffled.

It was clear that Fitz was overly tired as he made his way into the living room in search of his daughter. When he entered the room, he saw Gia sitting in the middle of the floor, playing with what appeared to be new dolls. He honestly couldn't keep up with his daughter's clothing and toy inventory. It seemed every time he turned around, she had something new from someone.

"Hey chunka munka." Fitz said, causing Gia's head to pop up at the use of her father's newest nickname for her.

"Daddy!" The little girl squealed as she jumped up and ran straight into her father's arms.

Fitz held Gia close to his chest, and spun her around causing her to let out a series of squeals. He began peppering kisses all over Gia's face, and couldn't help but laugh as she tried to push his stubbly face away from her own.

"Daddy, wook at my new shirt." Gia said as she patted her chest, causing Fitz to take in the new white shirt his daughter was wearing. He noticed there was a pink silhouette of a girl with a puppy on the front of the shirt, and underneath, the words "Not the baby" were written in script.

Fitz's breath hitched as his wife's words came flooding back to his mind.

"I'm taking the baby for a walk... Gia is in the living room."

Was she? Were they?

Fitz was so overwhelmed with the feelings that were washing over him that he hadn't noticed Liv had returned home from her "walk" which was really just a short trip to the corner and back. Liv stood in the threshold of the living room, recording the moment with her phone, both Fitz and Gia completely oblivious to her presence.

"Gia, how's daddy's baby?" Fitz asked as his mind was still trying to grasp that there was possibly a new little Grant on the way.

Gia brushed her curls to the side and looked up at her daddy. "Not the baby, daddy" Gia said as she pointed to her shirt to show Fitz the words on her shirt for emphasis.

"Then where is the baby?" Fitz asked as he couldn't help the lone tear that escaped his eye.

"Momma ate the baby." Gia began causing Fitz to chuckle at her understanding of how things worked. "It's in her tummy. I ha a budder in momma's tummy daddy?" Gia asked, her eyes reflecting the same hope Fitz was feeling right now.

"Well baby…" he began, but was immediately interrupted by his wife's words which caused him to spin around with Gia in his arms.

"Yes, Gigi. Mommy has a baby in her tummy." Liv confirmed, her eyes never leaving Fitz's.

Fitz's feet were carrying him, much faster than his mind could process, and before he knew it, he was standing in front of his wife, staring at her in awe. "Liv… We… You're… I'm…"

Instead of responding, Liv simply took Fitz's hand, and placed it on her stomach. His hand nearly covered her entire abdomen, but he couldn't stop the tears from flowing now even if he wanted to. His thumb began caressing loving strokes over the spot on her womb he believed their baby to be, and the only words that could come to his mind were…

"Thank you. Thank you so much Livvie."

"Thank you, Fitz."


After an evening of being cuddled up on the sofa, watching Monsters Inc. with Gia, their toddler was now tucked safely in bed, allowing mommy and daddy to finally have some alone time. Fitz sat on their king sized bed, and watched as Liv floated through the room effortlessly, and prepared herself for bed. When she finally finished her evening routine, Liv climbed onto their bed, and snuggled into Fitz's side.

"So, a baby, huh?" Fitz asked as his hand instinctively found its way back to her stomach. It would never cease to amaze him how his wife had the power to grow another person inside of her body.

Liv looked up at her husband, and couldn't fight the smile as she looked at his awe-struck face. "A baby." She confirmed as she rested her hand on top of his.

"How long have you known?" He asked as he began rubbing circles over their child who was about the size of a popcorn kernel.

"I found out two days ago." She admitted. When she saw the look of confusion on his face, she quickly explained. "I wanted to tell you immediately, but I also wanted it to be special. So, I came up with this idea, and had Gia's shirt over-nighted to us so I could tell you as soon as it arrived. It arrived this morning, and I shoved it into her drawer so I could have time to get things ready for you."

Liv breathed a sigh of relief as Fitz seemed ok with her explanation. He was more enamored with the tiny human they had created, the second living proof of their love.

"How far along are you?" he asked, hoping that she hadn't already gone to the doctor to confirm without him.

As if she were reading his thoughts, Liv cupped his cheek in her hand and smiled. "I'm not sure yet, but I can't be more than 8-10 weeks. I wanted to tell you so we could go and confirm together, but with the nausea I've been feeling all week, I think BG is confirming things for us."

They sat in silence and just watched their joined hands sprawled over the new addition to their family. After a few moments, Fitz slowly lifted Liv's shirt and scooched downwards so his mouth was pressed against her womb. "Hey tiny human. I can't believe it. Daddy loves you so much already. Both mommy and I do. I promise to keep you safe and teach you all the things that will make you just as great as your big sister. I promise to love and cherish every moment of my time with you, and I promise to love you, even when you do things that make us sad. I can't wait to watch how beautifully you will grow, and I can't wait to see just how much more beautiful your mommy will be as her body changes to accommodate your nine month lease on her body. I haven't even met you yet and I am so in love with you. I can't wait to meet you."

Liv's tears were freely falling down her face as Fitz placed a tender kiss on her stomach, before scooting upwards and pulling her into his arms. They lay silently for a few moments, just allowing the moment to sink in. It had been almost a year since they first began trying for another baby, and just when they thought that it was never going to happen… Magic

Liv snuggled into Fitz's chest and sighed a sigh of contentment as her nostrils were filled with his manly scent. Her hands began roaming his chest, and soon, both of their breathing was labored. Fitz's hand was rubbing soothing circles on her hip, the more her breathing picked up, the bigger the circles he created on her body. The bigger the circles he created on her body, the bigger the circles she created on his chest until both of their breathing was labored beyond reproach. Unable to stifle her feelings any longer, Liv turned to Fitz and slid her hand down to the band of his boxers.

"Make love to me, Fitz."

Fitz watched as his wife stared up at him, her chest struggling to absorb the oxygen she desperately needed. He reached up behind her and slowly undid the bun that was holding her hair in place. Once her hair hung in waves, lazily framing her face, Fitz wasted no time flipping them over and resting himself between his wife's thighs.

He gently pressed his lips to hers, offering small pecks until she quickly grew tired of the cat and mouse game. He immediately stopped, but left his lips mere centimeters away from hers. The feel of his warm breath caressing her lips was driving her insane. Kissing this man was always her guiltiest of pleasures, and right now he was playing. Wanting to feel her husband's tongue on hers, Liv cupped the back of Fitz's head and pulled him down so his weight was on her, but not to the point where he was crushing her, and began kissing him with a passion she had been dying to release all day.

Fitz's hand slid underneath her shirt... his shirt, and he let out an appreciative moan when his fingers grazed the silky flesh of her back, thankful she wasn't wearing a bra. That had to have been one of his favorite moments when she was pregnant with Gia. The simple knowledge that she walked around the house all day without a bra restricting his access to her breasts.

His free hand slid up and down her thigh, loving the feel of his body under his. Liv's hands were busy paving their own route, one hand finding its way to the curls in the back of his head, while the other began caressing his back underneath his shirt. It never ceased to amaze either of them just how something as simple as kissing could bring out the rawest of emotions for either of them.

He watched every rise and fall of her chest as he slowly lifted her shirt up and over her head. Her hooded eyes and swollen lips made her even more appealing in this moment. The ethereal glow that consumed her left Fitz struggling to find a breath of his own. She was without a doubt, the most beautiful creature that he had ever laid eyes on, and she was his. All his.

He lowered his head and kissed the crook of her neck, before slowly drawing her lobe in between his teeth. He groaned as she let out a hiss in response to his teeth grazing the flesh of her ear. He could tell his wife was becoming lost in the moment as she gripped his hair gently, leading him to the spot on her neck she so desperately needed him.

Fitz never hesitated to nip at the tender flesh, eliciting a soft purr to leave his wife's throat. She had always made the sexiest of sounds when they were together like this, and he loved coaxing them from her body.

Fitz had been so tender with Liv that she hadn't even felt her panties leaving her body. His warm breath ghosting over her most intimate of areas, before flattening his tongue against her swollen nub. Liv's head was spinning as the pleasure of her husband's mouth on her set her body on fire. He took his time, and applied just enough pressure, to create a swirl of emotions to course through her body.

The next few minutes were filled with a mix of moans, pants, and coos as Fitz picked up his pace and began feasting on his wife like a man starved. Liv's hands gripped the sheets of their bed as Fitz's tongue worked every inch of her sex, from her core to her clit. He was thoroughly enjoying the sounds he was causing his wife to create, but he wanted more. Wanting to hear her scream, he slipped two of his fingers into her drenched heat, and drew her clit into his mouth, and began sucking on it hard.

Liv's back arched off of the bed as a loud shriek escaped her lips. He knew they could possibly wake Gia but in this moment, he didn't care. Hearing her cries of please as her hips worked in sync with his mouth was all that he wanted in this moment. His hands held a firm grip on her ass as he dove in and forced his wife to shatter into a million pieces. Fitz continued to work her over until he felt her body slump beneath him.

Before he had a chance to register what was happening, Liv had pulled him up so he was hovering over her, and connected their mouths once again. He normally made her wait a little longer, to the point where she was begging for him to kiss her, but right now, he needed her just as much as she needed him.

He shivered as he felt his wife's feet slip into the back of his boxers and quickly slide the fabric off of his body. Their lips never broke contact as he shimmied his way out of his boxers once they had passed the point her legs could no longer reach. Heavy pants were all that filled the room as Fitz reached between them and allowed his erection to glide between her folds. With each stroke upwards, he made sure to hit her clit, which caused Liv to whimper out in frustration. Unable to stand the teasing any longer, Liv swatted Fitz's hand from between them, and connected their bodies without giving it a second thought.

His thrusts started off slow, tempered at first to give her body a chance to adjust to him once again. Once moving became easier, Fitz picked up his pace just enough to ease the tension, but he was still deliberately holding out, wanting his wife to speak through this encounter.

"Harder Fitz…" She cooed in his ear, just before nipping his lobe with her teeth. Her whimpers of frustration as he pulled out of her were quickly replaced with moans of excitement as he flipped her onto her stomach and lifted her ass into the air.

Fitz moaned as he looked down and saw his wife's ass and pussy on perfect display for him. She was glistening with her arousal, and Fitz knew he couldn't hold out much longer. Liv went to prop herself up on her elbows, knowing what was about to happen. Sure enough, Fitz pushed her back down onto the bed with a little force, but not enough to where it would hurt her before murmuring the words he knew would send jolts straight to her core.

"You know how we do this. Face down, ass up baby." His voice was dripping with sex, which cause a flood of arousal to begin seeping from between Liv's thighs.

"Fitz…" She panted as she was dying for him to connect their bodies again.

It didn't take long before Fitz lined himself up, and entered her slowly yet with enough force to take her breath away. Fitz's fingers dug into the flesh of her hips as he began delivering deep forceful thrusts. They created a rhythm of his hips meeting hers with every thrust, until they were both grunting from the pleasure of this moment.

As much as he loved taking his wife like this, he needed the intimacy to return to the moment. Fitz slowly allowed his hands to glide up his wife's sides, until they rest beside her breasts. With one quick pull, he lifted her so her back was flush against his chest. Liv pulled one of her legs in front of her and propped her foot on the bed so her knee was bent, opening herself up to her husband even more.

Fitz's hand gripped onto her thigh as they continued to work together in perfect harmony. When he felt his pending climax emerging, he slid his one hand to her bundle of nerves and began stroking the nub in a hastened pace, while the other found refuge around her throat. Liv's hand slid into Fitz's hair, and she wasted no time turning her head so their lips could reconnect as they both fell into euphoric bliss.

After going another two rounds in the shower, the couple lay completely spend in the middle of their king sized bed. Their limbs were intertwined as Fitz pulled the blanket up to cover them both. As they lay there, just basking in the afterglow of their love making, Fitz extended his hand in front of him, and Liv didn't hesitate to link her fingers through his. They watched as their hands swayed as little as their fingers played with one another's, both reflecting on what had just transpired.

"You know, I forgot to tell you earlier." Liv began as her eyes never left their hands.

"Tell me what?" Fitz asked as he too seemed to be just as enthralled with the dance their hands seemed to be doing.

"Well, this afternoon, not too long before you came home, Gia and I made a batch of jam."

"Oh really?"

"Yep, and you should've seen your daughter sitting on the counter, just shoving more and more fruit into her mouth. For a moment there I didn't think there would be any left for me to make the jam with." Liv began to chuckle as flashes of her time with Gia in the kitchen flooded her head.

"That's my little fruit monster." He said as he knew that Gia loved her fruit even more than her cookies and fruit snacks. "So, what kind did you make?" He asked as he realized she only said fruit and never said what kind.

Liv looked up and knew exactly what was about to happen. So why was she so surprised when she managed to let out "Boys" and Fitz was already out of bed, and making his way down towards the kitchen, just as naked as the day he was born.

She let out a little chuckle and climbed out of bed with still somewhat wobbly legs, and went to reach for her robe. Thinking twice about it, she decided to leave the robe, and join her husband downstairs for jam and biscuits, just as naked as he was. If they just so happened to have some jam filled fun in the process, there was nothing wrong with that.