"Can't we just skip all the bullshit this year and go to Aruba like we did on our honeymoon?" Fitz ran his hands up and down his wife's back with a feather light touch. The two of them were lying in bed and having a great conversation, sans clothing, as was their habit. "We could lay in the sun or swim in the crystal clear blue water or make love under the stars."

Olivia was not listening to her husband of thirty-five years. He was whining again about the hassle of Christmas and the cold weather. And he was whining while she was trying to sleep on top of his chest – her happy place. He knew better after all this time not to fuck with her sleep. She kept her eyes closed and hoped he would stop talking soon.

"Liv? Are you listening to me?" He reached a hand down and pinched her ass.

Apparently, she wasn't going to be allowed to sleep in today. She picked her head up and glared down at him. "I was trying to sleep."

"But, I..." he began.

"I know. You like to go through your crazy ideas out loud. To see if I'm paying attention or not. Maybe to see if I'll cave in on one of them and say 'yea, Fitz! Let's do that!' And as much as I would love to go back to Aruba with you, and do all those things you just mentioned – because they were really fun when we did them on our honeymoon over a quarter of a century ago - we are not going to leave town on the one day when all three of our kids will be here. And not just our kids. Our grandkids too."

"So, if..."

"So, if you want to plan a trip to Aruba for our anniversary which is a week away, then knock yourself out! I will pack that itty bitty bikini that you are overly obsessed with and I will gladly have sex with you in every room of our condo in as many positions as you can think of. But today, on Christmas Eve, we are staying home and spending it with our family."

He grinned up at her. "Sounds like you really want to have sex with me."

"Fitz..." she began impatiently.

"As many positions as I can think of? It sounds to me like my dirty little nympho is making a surprise visit this morning?" It was unreal how often he still wanted her. Today was no exception.

She giggled down at him and rubbed her foot against his shin. "You are shameless, mister."

"Oh yea! You only call me mister when you want me really bad." He rolled them over on their huge bed and covered her perfect smooth little body with his much larger fuzzier one. "Well, let me just rearrange my morning schedule and see if I can accommodate you, Mrs. Grant."

The moment he slid inside of her, Olivia moaned loudly and ground her pelvis into his. "More."

"There's my dirty little pervert. You want more huh? What's the magic words?" he teased.

"Please?"

"Nope. That's not it." She needed to remember the magic words soon because he was dying to get his hips into action.

"Now?"

"Not even close." The waiting was getting painful.

"Fitzgerald Thomas Grant...If you don't move your ass right this minute..." She grabbed onto his ass to make her point. "...And make me scream it will be at least a week before you get the chance to do it again."

"Holy shit, babe! How did you know that those are exactly the magic words? You're good!" He chuckled. He dipped his head down and kissed her passionately. Breathlessly, he pulled away from her face and said, "I love you. You know that, right?"

Olivia's fingertips flicked through her husband's silver tinged curls. He was crazy as hell, but she knew that going in. The fact that he had stayed that way made life so much more interesting. She loved him more today than the day she married him. Still, her sarcasm had to keep up appearances. "You'd better, for as long as I've let you live."

He gave her a lopsided grin. "I love that after all these years, you're still a smartass."

"I think you just love my ass in general." she replied with a grin of her own.

Fitz rolled them over so that his wife was lying on top of his chest. He gave her ass a healthy squeeze. "There is a lot of truth to that because there isn't a Jama alive that has a better ass than you do." He rolled them over again, pecked her lips, and said, "hold onto something. It's about to get bumpy" before he pushed himself deeper inside of her and his lower half went into overdrive.

Ten minutes later both Fitz and Olivia were laughing on their big bed together. Fitz had tried pushing her leg up near her face for some stupid reason. Olivia had gotten a charley horse right in the middle of their sexual workout and everything had to stop. Her right calf had been tight and throbbing with pain.

"Let me massage it for you." Fitz offered.

Olivia grabbed her leg, and whined, "don't touch it. Don't even look at it! Ohmygod it hurts so bad!"

Fitz chuckled at the situation. "We're getting too old for this shit."

"Speak for yourself, Fitz! I am not old! I just happened to have gotten a charley horse. That's all! And if you ever call me old again, I will personally kick your ass and prove you wrong."

Fitz touched her calf and listened to her whine louder. It made him laugh even more. "You couldn't kick your way out of a paper bag in this condition."

"Shut up." she half whined half laughed. "It hurts so bad. Why did you try to fold me up like a fucking pretzel?"

"Because I thought it would be fun?" he asked still laughing. "It's okay, as soon as it stops hurting, I'll go downstairs and get you some Geritol."

"You're a jerk, and that's not funny." She couldn't stop the laughter as she said it though. "It's finally easing up some."

"Thank god! I really want to finish this up. The end is kind of the best part."

"Why didn't I marry someone normal? A nice boring accountant or something."

"Is it better yet?" he asked. When Olivia nodded, he added, "a nice boring accountant wouldn't have made you happy."

"How in the hell do you know?" she asked obstinately.

"Because I know you, Liv. You love it when I try to fold you like a pretzel." He put her leg gently down on the bed. "You love it when I screw you senseless." He resumed moving his hips as he watched her face begin to crinkle in pleasure. "And you damn near lose your mind when I make you scream." He leaned down and pecked her lips. "Scream for me, babe. You know you're there."

Fitzgerald Grant was her perfect man. And he was a master at what he did to her body. She had no choice really but to let go. She held onto him tighter and chanted, "just you, just you, just you" as she flew off the edge of the world and into that beautiful abyss. Moments later he followed right behind her.

As the two of them lay there gasping for air, Fitz grinned at his wife and said, "damn right it's just me. You're welcome for that, by the way."

"Ohmygod." Olivia said rolling her eyes.

Several hours later Olivia was scurrying around the house making sure everything was in its perfect place. From the gifts under the tree to the snacks on the table to the outfit she was wearing. Her babies were coming home!

"Liv? Come and sit down for a with me for a minute before everyone gets here and I lose my place as your favorite person on earth."

I just...I can't right now, babe. I've got to go and get..." The breath was whooshed from her lungs as her husband's long arm snaked out and grabbed her waist when she tried to walk by him sitting on the couch.

He pulled her onto his lap and kissed her temple, snuggling her close. "The house looks perfect. The tree looks perfect. You look perfect. Stop fussing with every damned thing. It'll all be destroyed within fifteen minutes after they get here anyways."

"Well, I suppose that's true." she looked at the blinking lights on the tree and put her arm around his neck. "It is kinda nice to just sit here and enjoy it with you."

"Do you know what I want for Christmas?" he asked nuzzling in her neck.

"I have a good idea, and I think I can accommodate you with that later on." she giggled.

Their front door opened, and Carter walked through the front door. He spotted his parents occupying the same chair and looking really cozy too. "Awww, Link! I told you we should have waited another thirty minutes. They're at it again."

Neither Fitz nor Olivia stopped what they were doing or moved to go greet their sons. They loved to embarrass their kids with their affectionate ways.

"Do you hear something, Liv?" Fitz chuckled into her ear.

Lincoln poked his head into the house and saw the cozy yet disturbing sight of his parents groping each other. "Come on you guys! Haven't you had time to get this shit out of your system yet? You're like a hundred years old now! It's beyond creepy to see."

"I didn't hear anything but the beating of my heart." Olivia told her husband and snuggled closer.

Fitz put his hand on his wife's...heart. "It really is pounding isn't it?" he asked with a grin.

"Okay! That's enough! Stop touching my mother inappropriately!"

Fitz looked over at his two adult sons. "If I didn't, then neither one of you would be here to bitch about it."

"Jama and Pop Pop!" a heard of small voices sang.

"Okay, fun time is over. The baby ducks are here." Olivia hopped off of Fitz's lap and ran towards the door to five excited faces. Usually she and her husband raced to see who could get to the grandchildren first. But it had been a while since she had seen her own boys and she stopped to hug them tight and kiss their cheeks. "Are you guys doing okay?"

"We're great, mom. We really miss you, but we're great." Lincoln replied hugging his little mother back.

"That's the best answer a mother could ask for. We miss having you guys here every day though."

"No, we don't." Fitz said scooping up little giggling bodies at the door.

"Don't listen to your father. We do miss you. All three of you. You could come by and see us sometime, you know?" She was trying her hand at a guilt trip to see how effective her skills were.

"Mom? You knew what time we were coming, and we found you and dad practically on top of each other. Imagine what we would discover if we just stopped by sometime?" Carter asked.

"Dude, shut up!" Lincoln shuddered.

"Some help here, babe?" Fitz called from the door.

Olivia quickly left her sons to try to not wonder about what they had just said and helped pick up her favorite little people. She had one of Carters two and a half year old twin boys in her arms while Fitz had the other one. The boys had been named after Olivia and Fitz's fathers – Nathaniel and Thomas – and the two younger Grant brothers constantly kept their young parents on their toes.

Fitz was also holding Lincoln and Anna's youngest, another girl named Hayleigh. She had just turned two recently and was the shyest child of the bunch. Her big sisters – Ashleigh and Oakleigh – who were eight now darted inside and into their grandparents open arms for big hugs. "All of these girls have gotten so big." Fitz said, pushing the door closed.

"Hey!" A voice exclaimed from the other side of the door. "Your biggest girl is here too."

"Katie?" Fitz asked excitedly. When she rolled her eyes at his use of her childhood nickname, he said, "sorry. Kate."

"It's okay, dad." She kissed his cheek and then looked at her brothers with a big grin. "So, did I win fifty bucks or what?"

"It was bad. I might need to wash my eyes out with bleach." Lincoln answered her.

"Mom asked dad to feel her heartbeat. That's an open invitation for him to grope her. And we were standing right there!" Carter said making a horrified face.

"Easiest fifty bucks I've ever made. They are so damn cute together though, so it's okay." Kate said smiling.

"At least one of my kids makes sense." Fitz said, giving his daughter a tight hug.

"They aren't as cute as you and Richard though." Carter replied.

"Agreed. We are the absolute cutest." Kate said giggling.

"And the two of you aren't as old either. So it's not as gross." Lincoln added. "Where is Richard anyways?"

"Somebody say my name?" a deep voice asked.

Fitz cut his eyes to the door and saw the man who now held the number one spot in his only daughter's life. His arms were full of brightly wrapped gifts of different shapes and sizes. Richard Curry was a partner at the same law firm where Kate worked. The two of them had hit it off almost immediately and began dating almost eighteen months ago. Fitz knew Kate had never been happier in her personal life. He was happy knowing that she finally had a personal life. It had taken Fitz a few months to get get over his slight jealousy knowing he was not his daughters favorite guy anymore.

Once he got to know him, Fitz liked Richard. He was funny and intelligent and he thought the world of Kate. He kept her high on a pedestal and no one could tell him that she belonged anywhere else. Fitz appreciated that about him. Mostly because that's where he believed Kate belonged as well.

"Let me help you with those." Fitz offered. He shifted his grandson to his hip and took a few of the gifts from Richard's arms, setting them on the kitchen counter. "How have you been, Richard?"

"Been great." Richard said as the two men shook hands. "Don't let the three of them give you hell about loving your wife."

"Kiss ass." Lincoln called out.

"You don't have to say things like that to get him to like you. He already does." Carter informed Richard. "Besides, you're just making things worse."

"What does worse look like?" Richard asked with a doubt filled look.

"It looks like our father sticking his tongue down our mother's throat. Or patting her ass. Or any number of other disgusting things that adult children never want to see their parents doing." Lincoln informed him.

"I really don't think..."

"Do you want me to go to your parents house and encourage them to get sexually excited with each other in front of you?"

Richard jerked his head back as if he'd been slapped.

Lincoln pointed to Richard and sternly said, "Exactly! So, don't do it here! Besides, they don't need the encouragement. they do enough all on their own."

Fitz grinned at the their conversation.

"Okay. We're done talking about all of that around the small people."

"But..."

"The next person who says anything about it, cracks a joke about it, or so much as smirks - Fitzgerald Grant, I am talking to you - gets a present taken away. Understood?" Olivia asked.

Her three kids and husband knew better than to mess with her when she laid down the law. The four of them replied, "yes ma'am" in unison.

"Now. Who wants to open presents?" Olivia offered.

Five small voices loudly chimed in. "MEEEEEEEEEE!"

The kids had opened their gifts and were busy happily playing with them on the floor. The adults were looking at the mess of ripped up discarded wrapping paper, small bodies, and toys while drinking coffee. Fitz got up and began cleaning up some of the wreckage when he spotted something on the tree. "What's that?"

"What is it, Fitz?" Olivia asked from her spot on the floor with the kids and their toys.

"There's a little box in the tree."

"In the tree? Where?"

He reached between the limbs and pulled out a small wrapped box and held it in his hand. He turned it over. "There's no name on it. Who brought it?"

No one moved for a minute, and then Richard stood up and took the box from Fitz's hand with a strange smile on his face. "I brought it." He turned around to face everyone in the room and went to kneel in front of Kate. "And this...is for you."

Kate eyed the tiny box in his hand and then looked at Richard. "What is it?" she asked quietly.

He shrugged at her. "I guess you'll have to open it to find out?"

Kate tore her eyes from Richard and looked at the box before looking back to him again. She took a deep breath and took the box out of his hand. Kate already had a good idea as to what was inside the box before she even started unwrapping it. Her suspicions were confirmed when she saw the name of a large jewelry store imprinted on the box. Her overly joyous face turned back to Richard's. She opened the box. It was empty.

"I figured I would know how you were going to answer the question I'm about to ask you based on the look on your face when you opened the box." Richard began.

"Ohmygod!" Olivia whispered with wide eyes.

"Yea, but it's empty. Was this a practice run or something?" Kate asked.

"No. You have to answer the question before you get the prize."

"That depends on the question and the prize." she said sarcastically.

"That's my girl." Fitz whispered to his wife. She nudged his ribs, silencing him.

"I love you, Kate. You make me happy, and I know I make you happy. I want to make you happy for forever. Marry me?"

She smiled at him. "Forever is a good start."

"Is that a yes?" he asked grinning back at her.

"Let's see this prize first."

Richard pinched the ring between his thumb and index finger. His grin got even bigger as he watched Kate's eyes grow wide at the sight of the huge diamond.

"Holy shit! Say yes Kate or I will!" Carter joked.

Fit cuffed him on the back of the head.

"It'll do I guess." Kate answered him.

Richard slid the ring on her finger, put his hands on her cheeks, and pulled her close for a kiss.

While Kate and Richard were being congratulated by her brothers and sister in laws, Fitz was shaking his head back and forth and wiping tears from his wife's eyes. "Let me guess, those are happy tears?"

"Of course." she blubbered. "Did you know about this?"

"Yea. I'm sorry for not telling you, babe. Richard asked me if he could marry our baby sometime after Thanksgiving."

"That was a month ago! You didn't think I needed to know about it?"

Fitz grinned at his wife's watery face, and used his thumb to wipe away more tears. "He already had the ring and everything. It reminded me of a younger me. I had to give him my blessing."

"Our baby is getting married, Fitz." She whined into his shoulder.

"Yea, she is. He's going to make her happy too."

"How do you...Ohhhh. You threatened him, didn't you?" Olivia accused him.

"Damn straight! He breaks my princesses' heart and I will break his legs."

"You are the cutest dad." she said giggling and put her arms around his neck.

Fitz looked into her eyes, smirking. "Yea? How cute?"

"Very cute. The things I want to do to your..."

"Come on!" Lincoln whined, throwing his hands up in the air.

"You guys do remember that you live alone, right? Like, you can talk like that to each other any time you want to. Just not when we are around!" Carter demanded.

"I see what you guys mean now." Richard added.

"The two of you have been outvoted." Kate informed them. "Knock it off."

"As if you and your brother's votes count." Fitz muttered.

"I'm sorry, Kate, but you can't have the last happy announcement of the day." Anna said.

"I love it when our kids try to outdo each other." Fitz told his wife.

Lincoln put his arm around his wife's waist and watched her hand his parents an equally small box.

"What's this?" Olivia asked.

"A surprise." Lincoln answered.

Olivia opened the box and found a small folded piece of paper inside. She patiently unfolded it and squinted at the grainy black and white picture inside. Fitz grabbed it out of her hands and excitedly asked, "Is that?!"

"Yep. We are having another baby. Our last one. And based on the blood test we had last week, we are finally getting a boy!"

"It's about time, dude." Carter said grinning. he pulled his brother in for a happy hug. "Congratulations, man."

Fitz and Olivia left their two sons to congratulate each other and took turns hugging Anna and touching her flat belly. "Another good looking Grant baby. We're so happy for you both."

Everyone was happy and healthy. She was getting another nephew and Richard had proposed to her in front of her family. Life couldn't get much better in Kate's opinion. "This is the best Christmas ever." she exclaimed.