A/N: It's been 42 years… but I'm back. Hope you enjoy this new installment. Thank you for the reviews and for following this story. Truly appreciate it. ScandalOnica I'm finally delivering my promise. LOL


"Is this everything or you have another bag hiding somewhere?" Fitz teased, putting the cooler into the trunk of his wife's car. It was a beautiful Saturday morning; the weather was perfect and cool – perfect for a family beach outing.

"Ha Ha! Funny, Fitzgerald," Olivia replied dryly, rolling her eyes. She knew that he was teasing her because of the abundance of things she had packed for them. Not caring for his teasing she thrust the multicolored tote bag filled with; sunscreen, band-aid, Neosporin ointment, lotion, wipes, diaper and the list goes on into his hands; and said, "You're going to thank me later when you need something. Watch and see."

"Right…." Fitz smirked, collecting the bag from her before closing the car trunk.

"Don't forget your son." Olivia pointed towards Jackson who was playing a few yards away with the neighbor's dog. The owner happened to be walking his dog at the same time they came downstairs, and while they were loading the vehicle Jackson ran off to pet the German shepherd.

"Jackson!" Fitz called once, and was surprised when his son came barreling towards him. Guess he learned from last Saturday's mall incident, Fitz thought, watching his honey brown curls swaying in the wind as his chubby legs moved around and around. He was adorably dressed in a pair of board shorts that matched his father's. It was yellow and red color-blocked. On top he wore a simple white T-shirt and on his feet he had on black water shoes.

"Yesssh… dada!" He came to a stop in front of his father huffing and puffing for air.

"Time for us to go to the beach," Fitz said, smiling when his son's eyes grew wide with excitement. It was as though he was hearing the news for the very first time and not five minutes ago.

"Beaccch! Yay!"

Fitz chuckled then and opened the backdoor to put him inside. Olivia was already seated upfront in the passenger seat while he buckled JT into his car seat. He then climbed into the driver seat and adjusted the seats to accommodate his long limbs. "So short," he teased.

"God only lets people grow until they are perfect. I did not take very long to attain perfection." She sassed.

"Oh… someone is feeling rather cocky today. " Fitz chuckled and she rolled her eyes. She didn't verbally reply to him, instead chose that moment to turn on the radio, which was playing Mark Ronson's ft. Bruno Mars' song Uptown Funk.

Fitz and Olivia gave each other knowing glances before turning their heads to the backseat; they were 100% sure that Jackson's legs and arms would be flailing in time to the music. He loved… the song and every time it played he made sure to stop whatever he was doing to dance to it. It didn't matter if they were at home or at the grocery store. And just as they'd predicted the little boy was moving all of his body parts that weren't restricted by the car seat.

"Go, JT! Go, JT!" Olivia cheered him on while Fitz sang along to the song and Jackson continued to dance.

Girls hit your hallelujah (whuoo)

Girls hit your hallelujah (whuoo)

Girls hit your hallelujah (whuoo)
'Cause Uptown Funk gon' give it to you
'Cause Uptown Funk gon' give it to you
'Cause Uptown Funk gon' give it to you
Saturday night and we in the spot
Don't believe me just watch (come on)
Don't believe me just watch

Fitz continued his singing and Olivia joined in with him as they pulled out of the parking lot of the apartment complex. They carried on like this for the entire 20 minutes ride to the beach.


They arrived at the beach and quickly scouted out a spot that wasn't too close to the other beach goers, before hauling their stuffs from the trunk. Mostly Fitz did all of the work. He complained that Liv shouldn't be lifting anything while pregnant and Jackson was simply too small to carry anything other than a beach ball. Several minutes later when their oversize beach blanket was laid out underneath the big colorful umbrella, yes… they had an umbrella. Olivia believed that when visiting the beach it should be an all day event so she always packed with comfort in mind. There was also a cooler off to the side filled with juices, water, fruits and cold cut sandwiches that she'd prepared earlier.

When they were fully situated Olivia reapplied sunscreen to Jackson's caramel skin before letting him run free with his father. He was simply too impatient to wait a minute longer to enter the cerulean blue water.

She sighed contentedly with a smile on her face as she watched her boys run towards the water, Jackson holding onto his father's hand as he led him to the ocean.

Looking away from her boys she took off her swimsuit cover up and bared her yellow bikini set that was becoming a little too tight in the upper region. She hadn't started showing as yet but her breasts were definitely fuller. Speaking of body changes Olivia remembered that she needed to tell her father he was going to be a grandfather again. With a sly smile splayed on her face she knew exactly how she was going to do so.

A few minutes later she was lying on the beach blanket underneath the umbrella, with contentment and happiness radiating off her skin she began reading the journey of one young woman's story from pain to happiness. The first page hadn't even been fully read when she dozed off.

Meanwhile, Fitz was out in the water waist deep with an overjoyed Jackson trying to swim. The water was uncharacteristically calm so Fitz had him lie on his forearms while he kicked his little feet and paddled his little hands frantically. His father made sure to keep his head above water, less he swallow some of the saltiness.

The sheer joy and happiness on his little boy's face was enough to make his heart skip several beats. There wasn't anything he wouldn't do for him and with the new baby on the way; Fitz knew that he would do anything for them also.

Several minutes later when Jackson was growing cold, evidence of goosebumps on his skin and clashing teeth – Fitz took him out of the water much to his disapproval and began walking to where their fort was setup.

"We'll go back in later, Jackson," He told his grumpy son, who was wiggling in his arms.

"Otay," Jackson said solemnly before saying, "Down down. Pease…" He begged to be let down.

His father obliged and placed him on the light beige sand. Instead of walking alongside his father Jackson took off in the direction of the ocean, causing his father to run behind him until he securely grabbed his arm. He lifted the little boy in the air in one smooth motion and Jackson squealed with laughter finding his little performance funny.

"Jackson Thomas Grant! Must you not behave?" Fitz asked in a light tone, almost finding the situation humorous although it could've been potentially fatal had he went into the ocean by his self.

"Yessh! I's a goo boy…" Jackson pouted.

"Sometimes," his father retorted. Fitz continued walking with the wet boy in his arms, not chancing to put him on his feet again – less a reenacting of his earlier stunt occurs.

"Noooooo," Jackson shook his head in disagreement. His wet curls ridding itself of the excess water that hung to it.

"Yessh," Fitz imitated the way he says "yes".

Jackson and his father went back and forth like this all the way to their destination. Their rowdiness actually woke Liv and she watched them as they came. It was comical to see this grown 6'2" man with a body of a Greek god argue with his miniature me that was perched on his arm like a football. There was no denying that she loved her boys. Her heart always grew warm when she sees them interacting with each other.

"What's with all of this raucous?" asked Liv.

"Your son said he behaves himself all of the time and I beg to differ." Fitz said, lowering the boy onto the blanket.

Jackson simply shook his head no as he made his way over to his mother with outstretched squirmy hands.

"Jackson Grant! Don't come touching me with your wet and sandy skin," Olivia playfully warned. He giggled and continued his journey to his retreating mother. She also giggled and stood to her feet baring her entire silhouette, as she tried to avoid him. She knew without any doubts Fitz had set him up to this.

Fitz whistles lowly as he took in his wife's figure. He of course had already seen the small physical changes her body was undergoing during their intimate moments but he couldn't help but appreciate "the girls" as he would call her breasts – looking succulent and full in her bikini top.

"Jackson, if I had a mother looking like yours' I wouldn't let her out of my sight..." He ended in a high pitched voice.

"You're such a cornball," Olivia laughed.

"And you're a MILF." Fitz winked at her and she blushed.

"Your dad is too much," she said to Jackson who had forgone his attempts to touch her and was now at the cooler looking for something to eat. She made her way over to him and grabbed an Honest Kids juice. She bore a hole in the designated part and handed it to him.

"What do you say?"

"Tank you..." He squealed before slurping up the juice through the straw.

"You're welcome, baby. Take your time."

As he drank the juice she dried him off with one of the multi-colored striped beach towels.

"Babe, you need anything?" She asked her husband who was unfolding the beach chair in an open area uncovered by the umbrella to sit in the sun.

"I'll take a bottle of water, thanks." Olivia grabbed a bottle of water from the cooler and carried it over to him.

"You're so sexy, ma," Fitz complimented her in that deep baritone voice of his. He couldn't help but admire the curviness of her hips as they swayed with each step that she took.

"My husband thinks so, too."

"He's a man with pretty good taste." He smirked, raising an eyebrow at her while he unscrewed the water bottle lid.

"I'll have to tell him you said that," Olivia gave him a wink before turning around and walking away, swaying her hips in an exaggerated fashion.

Fitz shook his head silently promising that he would make her pay for that later tonight.

IiIiI

Liv returned to the spot on her blanket, picked up her book and resumed reading when her cellphone began ringing. She picked it up and saw that it was her dad.

"Hey dad, what's up?" She greeted. Since the incident with her mother she hardly saw her dad. Nevertheless, they made sure to communicate frequently via phone.

"Hey, Livia. How are you?"

"I'm good. The boys and I are at the beach. How are you?"

"Everything is good. Would be better if I got to see you more often, and you and your mother are talking to each other." He answered truthfully.

"Dad…" Olivia pleaded for him to not go there. Her father tried each and every single time to bring about reconciliation between mother and daughter.

"I get it, but I'm praying for you two. The good Lord knows both of you are stubborn as mules." John joked and Olivia laughed lightly.

"Whatever, dad."

"Where's that grandson of mine?"

Olivia looked over to see her son lying in the sand while his father buried him.

"He's being buried alive as we speak." She said and it was reciprocated with a laugh.

"That's my boy. Send me a picture."

Olivia nodded her head and smiled, she loved how much her father adored his grandson.

There was a silent pause before Olivia asked, "How's mom doing?" She couldn't help the few times she inquired about her mother's well being. After all she still very much loved and cared for her. There wasn't a switch she could use to turn those emotions off.

She heard her father sighed on the other end. "Your mother is… I don't know what to say. Same old Jackie, I guess."

Olivia also sighed. "Dad?"

"Yes pumpkin."

"Can I ask you something? It's been bothering me for a while now..."

"Sure."

Olivia took a deep breath before she asked, "Are you happy? Are you happy with mom?" Since the incident she had been thinking about a lot of things and her parents' relationship was one of them.

"Why would you ask that?" Her father returned, instead of answering the question.

"I don't know. You two are polar opposites. How can you be so compassionate while she is so judgmental?"

"Livia, I love your mother and yes she does make me happy. She has her ways and moments. But, there are reasons why people behave a certain way they do. Does it make it right? Not all of the times. There are things in all of us that needs fixing or some stuff that outright needs taking out. We're all on a different journey and we are all accountable for ourselves." He paused for a few seconds before continuing, "don't worry about me and your mother we will be fine."

Olivia listened intently to what he said, and being honest with herself she couldn't find it in heart to be so empathetic towards her mother – especially after she'd unfriended her from Facebook. She never told anyone about that incident, not even Fitz. She believed that as a Christian and a minister's wife her mother should be doing a better job of setting a good example of being Christ-like; – non-judgmental, patient, loving, caring, etc.…

When he had finished talking Olivia simply said, "ok. If you say so... Oh dad, I want us to have dinner sometime in the new week. Do you have any free time?" She asked moving the conversation along, after remembering she had some good news to share.

"Yea. How does Tuesday sound? We can probably go to Taco Tuesday's at your favorite place."

Her heart warmed at the fact her father knew her well. "That sounds great. Tuesday it is."

"See you then pumpkin. Kiss my grandson for me and tell Fitz I said hello. I love you, sweetheart."

'"I will, and I love you too, dad."

Olivia smiled warmly and ended the phone call. She then got up with the smartphone in tow to take out the picture her father requested.

"Somebody call 911! My baby is being buried alive!" Olivia exclaimed in a cheery voice and Jackson laughed out loud. He was covered from neck down in sand. She internally shivered thinking of all the places sand will be lodged. It didn't matter though, because as long as he was having fun it would be worth it in the end.

She took several pictures of him with his toothy smile, laughing carefree in the sun – even a few candid shots of Fitz when he wasn't looking. Most people's phones were probably filled with pictures of themselves but not Olivia. Hers' was filled with pictures upon pictures of Jackson and Fitz. Sleeping ones, eating ones, laughing ones, silly ones, it didn't matter what they were doing she always tried to capture the moment. Resting her phone on the abandon beach chair, Olivia got down on her knees alongside her husband and enjoyed the moment.


The end of the beach day came fast. After spending close to six hours at the beach they headed home. On their way home they picked up Chinese takeout for dinner. When each one of them had taken a thorough shower from head to toe – rinsed off the sand and saltwater residue, they indulged in Chinese noodles and fried rice before settling on the couch to watch a movie.

Jackson was the first one to fall asleep; his body had finally given up the fight to stay awake. He had had a lot of fun playing in the sun, so much so that he'd skipped his daily nap. His caramel skin aglow from the tan he received from the day's outdoors activities, and was hugged softly in a Monster Inc. blue footed pajamas.

"Look at him," Olivia cooed, looking down at the lightly snoring little boy with his mouth slightly opened. He was rested on top of her while her body was rested partially on top of Fitz'.

"The only time he's adorable." Fitz jested.

"Hey! My baby is always adorable, even though he's growing out of his chunkiness."

"Which he got from you," Fitz pinched her cheek playfully.

"I should've never shown you my baby picture. You're never going to let me live that one down."

"How can I? You were the baby Michelin."

Olivia pouted, "You're so mean."

He chuckled and muttered, "I'm sorry, baby..."

"No you're not."

"I am." He kissed her tenderly on the forehead and she almost melted.

Sighing contentedly, she asked, "What are you hoping for this time around?"

"Healthy," he answered.

She playfully rolled her eyes. "You know what I meant. Boy or girl?"

He chuckled softly before answering, "if it was up to me I would say a girl. A mini you, with your smile and eyes."

Olivia smiled warmly. "I could picture that. If it's a girl what would you name her?"

"Princess Jasmine. Well just Jasmine without the princess." It was no secret between the two of them that Aladdin was his favorite Disney movie.

"Why not Princess? She'll be your princess for sure." Olivia teased.

Fitz rolled his eyes and smiled because no doubt it would be true. "So… what do you think of the name?"

"I think it's beautiful. Jasmine Tabitha Grant. Tabitha means graceful, it's a biblical name," she explained.

"Mm…" Fitz murmured, mulling over the name. "We'll have two JTs," he mused.

"Two are always better than one."

"True... I like it. The name, that is… Jasmine Tabitha Grant. We can call her Jazz or Jazzy Blue for short."

Olivia tittered at the nicknames. "What if it's another boy?" She asked, not meaning to burst his bubble.

"Fitzgerald the fourth."

"Hell to the no!" She cringed when she realized she said that a little too loudly and almost startled Jackson's sleeping body awake. Immediately she began patting softly on his back so that he will resume his unstirred sleep.

Fitz laughed at her outburst, "why not?" Before she could've replied the sound of their doorbell interrupted.

"I got it," Fitz said, moving stealthily from behind her.

Olivia made herself comfortable on the couch by grabbing one of the throw pillows to rest underneath her head since her human one had left. From the distance she heard quiet talking before the door was shut.

"Who was that?" She asked, when Fitz reentered the living room holding a brown envelope in his hand.

"Abby. She came to drop these off. Our wedding pictures."

"Yea?" Olivia said, smiling goofily. She couldn't wait to see how they'd turned out.

"Want me to take JT to bed and then we can go through it?" Olivia nodded and gave Jackson a kiss before letting his father take him to his room. A few short minutes later he returned from the little boy's bedroom shaking the front of his shirt.

"Is it me or is this place hot?"

"Probably you," Olivia returned. Granted she was wearing a spaghetti strap tank top and a pair of shorts while he had on a white tee and long plaid pajamas pants.

He shrugged and removed the white tee to make his temperature cooler before occupying the spot on the sofa she made for him. With his back to the chair arm she rested her head on his bare chest while lying between his legs.

"Ready?" She asked, with the white-laced covered album in hand. She'd taken it out from the package left on the coffee table while Fitz was taking JT to bed.

"Yup." He said, while running his fingers through her freshly moisturized curls. Olivia relaxed underneath his touched and began flipping the first page.

The first picture was of her and Fitz the minute after they'd become husband and wife. She was tilted over in his arms and his face was a mere few centimeters away from hers'. The look of love and happiness radiated off of both of their faces. The rest of the pictures were simplistic but equally beautifully, it was evident by each and every one of them that the couple was in love. The magnificence of it brought tears to Olivia's eyes. She was truly blessed to have an incredible man by her side and a caring best friend who took time, money and effort to give her a day she would never forget. Olivia knew that she could never repay her for it, although she didn't expect her to. When the silly pictures came about she and Fitz burst into laughter. There was one where Jackson was trying to crawl through his father's legs and Abby had the following text added to it (that's not where you came from).

"This was one of the happiest days of my life." Fitz confessed, when the last of the pictures were viewed.

Slightly surprised by this Olivia questioned, " oh yea?"

"Don't act surprise." Fitz chuckled.

Olivia laughed and shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly before saying, " I don't know. Sometimes I feel like maybe I forced your hand and you really didn't want to do this. And as much as I want to be married to you I don't want to do so while you're miserable."

He squeezed her shoulders lovingly. "Babe… Do I look miserable? I'm the furthest thing from being miserable. I get to love you and be loved by you and it feels great. As a matter of fact, I think it feels a little bit better now, because to me you're happier and more relaxed. And that's all that matters to me. So, like I said, our wedding day is one of the happiest days of my life."

Olivia smiled a face splitting smile. "I love you babe."

"And I love you too." Fitz returned, leaning forward to fuse their lips together. Since the kiss was upside down he kept it short.

Pulling apart Liv said, "Let's go to bed. I have a little extra energy that I wouldn't mind using," she spoke seductively. The short kiss he gave was enough to rev her libido up. She didn't had to say it twice because Fitz was already on his feet scooping her up in his arms before carrying her off to their bedroom.

Olivia laughed heartily because he was just as insatiable as her. However, her laugher quickly turned into moans when his skillful mouth began nibbling on her erogenous zones. From that moment she was no longer playful Livvie she became a vixen that was stimulated by her partner's sexual prowess. And when he had stripped them both from their clothes and had embedded his shaft deep inside of her chambers, she fought the urge to scream out loud. Instead, her teeth gnawed on her lower lip, preventing the loud moans threatening to spill from it.

"Right there baby," she cooed and pealed, when his strokes were in just the right angle. Her right leg hung limply over his shoulder as he stretched and filled her with each deep penetration.

"You like that?" He growled, going deeper as if that was even possible.

Olivia felt his thick cock deep inside of her canal; she bit her hands after giving her lips reprieve, the pleasure and pain made her unexplainably heady. He was here, there and everywhere.

"Oh… god… Fitz…" the muffled sounds of her voice permeate the room.

"You feel so good. So tight… and wet," he groaned. The wetness of her aroused sex dripped onto his balls.

"Faster, baby…" she begged, her lower belly quivering in wake of her impending orgasm.

Fitz bent down and nudged her hand from her face with his mouth before connecting their lips in a searing kiss. He kissed her passionately with tongue, capturing all of the moans she was futilely trying to keep in – all the while pummeling in and out of her. The bed quietly creaked underneath the pressure of their intense movements.

"I… I'm coming," she called out, when her walls began contracting around his length.

"Cum. Cum… for me, baby." Fitz encouraged, pressing onto her love button with his thumb, further stimulating her senses.

The world stopped spinning when the crescendo of her orgasm arrived. She was seeing literal stars behind her eyes as her body spasm underneath him. It was heavenly, pure bliss, heaven on earth or any other cliché term. But… it was all so very true for Olivia in that moment. Her juices flowed out of her in abundance, a sign of victory and momentarily satisfaction. She was so caught up in her own pleasure that she barely registered the warm seeds being spilled deep inside of her.

Moments later tangled in each other, sated and happy they tried to regulate their breathing. After she regained normal breathing and feelings to her legs Olivia got up and went to the bathroom to clean off herself before returning to see Fitz shimmying back into his pajamas pants.

Lying on their designated side they cuddled together.

"I'm going to tell dad about the baby." She said sleepily, yawning.

"Want me to be there?" Fitz yawned also.

"It's ok, we're going to dinner on Tuesday and I'll just tell him then."

"Ok, baby," Fitz said, kissing the side of her face.

"Mm…" Olivia murmured before she succumbed to sleep.


Tuesday came around quickly and it was time for dinner with her father. Olivia had picked JT up earlier from Fitz' mother – since he had started school the day before, he now dropped JT off at Elizabeth and Olivia picked him up when she got off from work. They were both very grateful that Liz had no problem keeping her grandson; as a matter of fact she encouraged it. Even though this was the case Olivia still brought up the topic of sending Jackson to preschool, even if it was just for 4 hours a day. As a teacher she recommended that kids be in an environment that fosters social skills at an early age. Jackson is an outgoing child but she still believed that it would benefit him to be amongst his peers. Fitz said he would reconsider it and get back to her. That was their new system of proper "communication." They allowed each other time to properly think over a situation before further weighing in with their opinion. Where did they learned that? From their marriage counseling session, it left them with several useful tips.

Olivia pulled into the overcrowded parking lot of Tijuana Flats, luckily to have found a parking spot at the front. She placed her car into park before climbing out. Opening the backdoor she unbuckled Jackson from his car seat. Finally, she grabbed the small gift bag next to his car seat before making their way inside. It was easy spotting her father in the crowd of mostly white faces. John sat stoic in a corner booth nursing what Olivia presumed a glass of Coca-Cola.

"Papa," Jackson called from his mother's side, pointing in the direction of his grandfather.

"Told you we were going to see papa," Olivia returned, leading him through the maze of tables and chairs along with people.

John saw them walking towards him and he immediately stood, excitement written all over his face. When they were in arms reach he first scooped his grandson into his arms before embracing his daughter in a bear hug.

"You look radiant," John said, regarding his daughter with loving brown eyes.

"Thanks, dad," Olivia smiled. "You don't look so bad yourself." She said lightly, taking in his simple navy polo shirt and khaki's cargo pants with a pair of brown boat shoes. Her father was a Floridian through and through.

John spent the next five minutes showering JT with all the love and tenderness he could give. Later on they each order the taco special for consumption. Olivia ordered soft shell tacos for her and the hard shell for Jackson. He enjoyed the crunchiness of it but his mother disagreed.

While they waited for their food they caught up with each other.

"Fitz's at work?" John inquired, helping Jackson with the small coloring book that the waitress gave him.

"Yes. He's supposed to get off at 11. By the way he started school yesterday," Olivia included the last tidbit proudly. She was happy for her hubby so she couldn't help herself.

"Oh yes, that's good. How's he liking it so far?"

"Too soon to tell. But… if his disgruntled groan he gave me last night is any indication of how it's going, I will say just fine." She laughed.

John chuckled also. Picking up the Styrofoam cup he took a sip of his drink before saying, "All things work together for the good of those who love God." He quoted Romans 8:28.

"Amen." Olivia nodded her head in agreement.

"Aaamen." Jackson smacked his lips, jeering his mother as he busily scratched all over the picture. His grandfather snickered and gave him a small pinch to his chubby cheek.

"Oh, before I forget to tell you. This year's family reunion is from the third to the sixth of August in Pensacola."

Every two years the Thompsons (her mother's side) kept a family reunion. Olivia hadn't been to the last two ones and definitely didn't think that this would be a good one to attend. Staring wide-eyed at her father for a few seconds, she asked, "Do you think it's a good idea for me to go when mom and I aren't talking?"

John sighed and gave his head a little shake. "Let's pray and hope by then you two would be reconciled. In the meantime, I'm going to RSVP you and your family."

Oh, this ought to be fun, Olivia thought. Her extended family had never met Fitz or Jackson. They weren't necessarily close because of physical distance and other factors such as her mother's mother never really cared for her father – so they kept their distance. Clearing her thoughts, she finally said, "I'll speak to Fitz about it."

After that they changed the conversation to a much more lighter one.

Twenty minutes later, Olivia finally took the first bite of her taco.

"This is so good," she mumbled between bites.

"Meh… I know a guy who can make a better one."

Olivia playfully rolled her eyes before retorting, "you know a guy for everything."

"Not everything," he chuckled.

"I would hope not, dad." She turned her attention to Jackson who was making a mess of his food. "Smaller bites, baby," she coaxed.

"Otay…" Jackson said, heeding his mother's suggestion.

After they were finished eating and John cleared the tab, Olivia took the small blue gift bag and placed it in front of him.

"What's this?" He asked, smiling.

"Open it," she urged, also smiling.

Her father gave her a curious look before peaking inside the bag to find a wallet size picture of his grandson. At first he smiled at the cute picture but his eyes grew wide when he read the small sign that Jackson was holding. It read: "My role as an only child is coming to an end cuz mommy is due with my new best friend."

Olivia teared up at the joy on her father's face it overwhelmed her.

Standing to his feet he enveloped her in the warmest hug. "Congratulations, sweetheart. WOW. How far along are you?"

"Finishing up 12 weeks," she said, wiping her eyes.

His heart grew warmer as the seconds went by; he was grateful to God for blessing him with a wonderful daughter and the opportunity to witness his third generation. He was a blessed man although undeserving. The ashes of his past turned into something beautiful. Though he was feeling great joy a part of him was saddened by the thought that his wife wasn't there to celebrate with them. He couldn't handle the fact that the two most important women in his life weren't active members in each other's lives. And that's something that needed to be changed.


Later that night by the time Fitz had gotten home Olivia and Jackson were both fast asleep. He first hauled his body to the bathroom where he took a quick shower, rinsing of the day's work. The days were becoming longer and harder. Returning to school reminded Fitz how much he hated it. It didn't matter much because he already made up his mind to persevere. Failing or dropping out wasn't an option. He was there to succeed.

When he was finished with his quick shower he got dressed and made his way to the kitchen for something to eat. He hated eating so late, but since he didn't ate dinner he needed something to fill the hole in his stomach. Opening the fridge he smiled at the sight of the to-go box that was perched on the top shelf with his name written on it.

Several minutes later after polishing off the tacos, compliments of his wife, Fitz took out his textbook and laptop and began working on one of his assignments. It may've only been day two but he was already given two assignments.

At around 2 AM he was finally able to retire to bed; the minute his body touched the soft mattress he wrapped an arm around his wife and fell into a deep sleep.


A/N: Hope you enjoyed it. This was mostly fluff with the Grants and tidbits of Liv's dad. What are your thoughts? Highlights? Also, if you were Liv would you go to the family reunion or not?

Shout-out to all my Central Florida people and UCF graduates. Go Knights! Lol.

Looking forward to your reviews.

Until next time,

XOXO.