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Another dream scene if you will. Just an idea I wanted to play around with and put on paper. For the purpose that Mellie just annoys the hell out of me, I'm changing children's names. Hope you all enjoy!
All was going well in the Grant household the sounds of running feet hitting the wooden staircase while laughter and conversation were taking place outside in the backyard was the essence of happiness and good times.
The day was perfect with sunshine and not a cloud in sight to mar the sky. The Grant clan was throwing their annual summer barbeque which came complete with all the fixings, pool side fun, trampoline acrobatics, card games inside for the older folks and of course the fireworks display at the end of the night.
Standing by the grill, Dr. Fitzgerald Grant observed what had eventually become his life. His children were spread out across the vast area, in the pool was his oldest son Gerry who was engaged in a water fight with his friends from school and from around the neighborhood. At 15 years old, he was going to grow out of "playing" with his friends pretty soon. Fitz sure was going to miss the days of Gerry following behind him and trying to mimic his every move.
Looking over toward the covered patio Karen, the second oldest at 11 years old was interacting with some of her older and younger cousins who happened to be visiting from Virginia. Their conversation and girlish giggles could be heard across the yard as they gossiped about the latest fashion, boys, and what was going on each other's lives. The age of boys would be coming soon and Fitz would have to have the shotgun ready to ward off any would be suitors that tried to step toward his daughter. Taking a long look at Karen he came to realize she looked more and more like her mother every day. Her long ebony curls were spilling over her shoulders and reached the middle of her back, she had a cute button nose, full pouty lips like her mother but the eyes were her father's through and through a stormy bluish gray that would change color like a mood ring depending on the timing. Karen also had a temper that rivaled her father's but that was only because it was exactly like his as well both were stubborn as hell. Fortunately for them she got her mother's brains and patience.
Turning his attention back to the grill that he was manning, he opened the lid and with the tongs he grasped in his right hand he flipped the meat that lined the grill. Hamburgers, hot dogs, bratwursts, chicken, and even a couple of steaks were the choices of the day, alongside all the other fixings of sides that were safely tucked away in the house, waiting to be eaten.
The last person who Fitz laid eyes on was his youngest son, Jackson who happened to be sitting on his mother's lap playing with a toy car he held in his small hands. At five he was still in the stages of being a mama's boy but at the same time was starting to become his own person. It was clear he was a perfect mix of his mother and father every time he gave a stern and pensive look or when he would pace back and forth while planning his next move on how to get cookies before dinner.
Oddly enough everyone was getting along and no drama had yet to be started and that was a miracle considering the people present at the gathering. There was Cyrus Beene, the colleague of Fitz's and "uncle" to Olivia, Fitzgerald II or "Big Gerry" the crude turned loving grandfather, Olivia's mother Lillian, her big sister Lauryn, and her husband David along with their children. Also present was Fitz's sisters Carol and Bridgit who had brought along their spouses and a few of their grandchildren.
There was plenty of good times being had and no one wanted to jeopardize that especially with Olivia in her current state.
"Baby, mama has to put you down for a minute so she can go inside," Olivia told her son as she attempted to set him on his feet.
"No, I don't wanna get down mama." Jackson whined.
Olivia sighed and ran a hand over her son's sandy brown curls. She pressed a kiss to the crown of his head before looking out for reinforcements.
Lauryn who was sitting across from her sister and tending to her own child, Tiffany, at the moment noticed her sister in distress.
"Jack come here to Aunty Lauryn for minute sweetie, I haven't gotten a hug from you yet." Lauren called over to her nephew.
The little boy looked between his mother and his aunt who was holding out a hand toward him beckoning him to come forward. Jackson really didn't want to leave his mom but he'd always liked Lauryn the best out of his aunts.
Scooting off his mom's lap and sliding down her legs Jackson walked toward his aunt, but still clutching his prized hot wheels car in his little hand. Looking back at his mom he noticed she'd stood up and was now rubbing her belly.
"Baby?" He asked her.
"Yes, little one baby." Olivia answered him as she rested her hand atop her swollen pregnant belly. She was in her third trimester and only had three more months left and boy was she happy to be more than halfway there.
"I'll be right back honey ok? Be good for your aunty."
Olivia waddled into the house making her way toward the bathroom, when she finished getting herself ready and taking care of business she exited the bathroom and went into the kitchen. Sitting on the table was an assortment of desserts such as cakes, pies, and even cookies but what was calling out to Olivia at that moment was the pecan pie that was nestled in the middle of the table. Even though dinner was still being cooked and she knew eating sweets should be held off until after she just couldn't resist.
That was where Fitz found her 10 minutes later at the kitchen counter working on her second piece of pie with cool whip on top no less.
"Hey Liv, what you doing babe?" Fitz asked as he came in the kitchen sliding the door behind him back in place.
Olivia used the pad of her thumb to wipe the cool whip off the side of her lip before sucking it off. At least she had the nerve to try and look innocent when her husband caught her red handed.
"I'm eating sweetheart. What are you doing inside the house, thought you were standing guard by the grill?" Olivia unabashedly cut her fork into the pie and ate another piece.
Fitz shook his head at his wife and bent down to press a kiss to her forehead before reaching into the fridge for bottle of water. It was no surprise that Olivia would be stuffing her face she had been for the last five months but she had an unusual craving for sweets which wasn't like her because when she wasn't pregnant she couldn't stand anything overly sweet.
Olivia looked up and noticed her husband staring at her. She unconsciously wiped at her face and looked down on her shirt to make sure there was nothing there.
"What did I spill or something?" She asked
"N no there's no spills or anything it's just you're sitting here finishing your second piece of pie and you haven't even eaten dinner yet babe. Not to mention the fact you can't stand sweets and I find you like this. You know this isn't the first time either." Fitz chuckled.
Olivia didn't find anything funny about the situation she had already gained 40 extra pounds and they all seemed to go to her ass and hips, which of course Fitz loved and never failed to let her know. Standing up from the stool she was occupying Olivia placed her plate and fork in the sink and turned around so she was facing her husband.
"I see nothing funny Fitzgerald and just so you know you won't be getting any pie tonight or anytime soon for that matter mister."
Olivia knew that would sober him up quickly as he stopped laughing and moved closer to her wrapping her up in his arms like a soft blanket.
Fitz dipped his head near her neck so he could nuzzle the space between her shoulder and collarbone.
"You know I didn't mean to laugh baby I'm sorry, so so sorry." He placed kisses along her shoulder that trailed across her jaw, then her cheek and finally coming to her lips.
Before he made contact Olivia pulled away.
"Nope not going to make it that easy for you Dr. Grant, you're a smart man you'll have to come up with a way to earn my forgiveness baby." Olivia tapped him on the nose with her index finger and pulled away from his grasp.
Strolling back toward the sliding doors she turned back toward her husband who was still standing in the same spot.
"You may want to do something about that Mr. Grant." Olivia said pointing to the tent in his khaki shorts. She let out a small chuckle trying to hide her amusement.
Fitz looked down and wiped a hand down his face. He groaned and looked back at his wife.
"Well Mrs. Grant I suggest you scram before I partake in that pie you so unfairly are denying me." Fitz said as he tried to get his thoughts back on track.
Olivia couldn't contain her laughter anymore.
"That's what you get for laughing about my cravings sir; you'll know next time won't you?" With that Olivia sauntered back outside to enjoy the rest of the day with her family.
Not sure how I well I liked the finished product but I wanted to put something out because everyone has been patiently waiting lol!