I've been missing my favorite family, so I made a one shot about them. It started out to be a Father's Day story, but I forgot to post it & changed it into a July Fourth one instead. I hope you like it

Mission Accomplished

It was July Fourth.

Usually that meant a relaxing morning at home followed by Fitz and Olivia taking their three kids to a nearby park for a few hours to let them get some energy out of their little systems followed by coming home to give them a much needed nap. But today wasn't a typical holiday. It was Fitz's birthday and that meant doing all of those things while reminding Fitz that he was the best daddy and husband anyone could ask for.

On top of all of that, both of their parents were coming over later on for a cook out. Fitz's brother Thad and his family promised to come by as well. It was going to be a busy but fun afternoon. Olivia just needed to tire out their children so she could prep everything and get some of the cooking out of the way while the three kids napped.

Olivia had decided to make pancakes for breakfast in the shape of a D and explained to the kids that it stood for Daddy since it was his birthday. But when she brought a D shaped pancake to her husband of six years, she plopped down on his lap at the kitchen table. Wrapping her arms around his neck, Olivia leaned close to his ear, and quietly explained the real meaning of the pancakes to him followed by a demand. "I want some D later on. Can you help me out with that?"

Fitz's arms came around her waist and possessively tightened their hold on her the more she whispered in his ear. "I think it can be arranged" he told her with a hungry look.

"Yea?" she asked, pleased with herself.

"MmmmHmmm." He pecked her lips and let his hand roam a little lower to rub her hip.

She pulled back from his ear and clapped excitedly saying, "yayyyy."

"But..." Fitz began.

"Of course it can't be that easy." Olivia said rolling her eyes.

"It is my birthday, Liv."

"Yea? And?" she asked impatiently.

"And, that means that you are supposed to give me a gift. Not the other way around." he explained with a superior grin.

"I made you a picture frame out of colored macaroni and glue. What else do you want from me?" she asked sarcastically.

"But that's what I made him, mommy." Lincoln whined.

"Awww, thank you, buddy." Fitz told his oldest son. "I can't wait to see it and get a picture of us in it."

Looking at his wife, Fitz raised his eyebrows and shot her a sympathetic look. "I guess you'll need to give me something else, huh? Since I already have one of those."

"It's a good thing I have a back-up plan isn't it?" She asked, giving him a defiant look. Looking at her three kids, Olivia told them, "after the three of you finish eating your breakfast, we'll give daddy his presents and get ready to go play in the park for a while. Okay?"

Three little voices cheered loudly before excitedly rushing through the creative breakfast. The park was their favorite place to go these days and they wanted to hurry up and get there. Fitz caught his wife's gaze before he leaned his head back, closed his eyes, and puckered his lips up at her. She shook her head back and forth with a grin before leaning down to gently touch her lips to his.

"Ewwww, daddy. Das gwoss." Two year old Kate said loudly with a crinkled face.

Fitz pulled away from his wife's lips and chuckled at their daughter. Pointing a finger at her he sternly said, "that's right. It IS gross! You just remember that when you're all grown up little lady. Boys are not allowed to kiss my princess. Right?"

"Wite!" She agreed with a huge content grin. "All da kisses is for daddy."

He gestured to his angelic princess, who had syrup all over her face, in wonder. "Who said daughters are harder than sons?"

Kate promising all her kisses to her father at the age of two made her perfection in her father's eyes. He was in for a rude awakening when she hit twelve or thirteen and didn't believe that anymore. "Let's finish up everyone so we can get going to the park. Can you watch them while I go get dressed please?" She asked her husband.

"Yea, I've got them. Go ahead." he replied and went back to his own breakfast.

Olivia and Fitz got the three kids dressed and ready after cleaning them up from their sticky breakfast. They went to their bedrooms to get the birthday gifts they had each made for their dad. True to his word, Lincoln gave his father a picture frame made from painted macaroni glued onto cardboard. Fitz made an exaggerated surprised sound when he pulled the frame from the small blue bag. "Link! This is really nice. Thank you, buddy. Maybe mommy can take our picture at the park today and I can put it in the frame? What do you think about that?"

"Yea!" Lincoln exclaimed. "That would be cool. And you could put it on your desk at the bakery."

"Good idea. Come give me a hug, little man." He squished his son extra hard, telling him, "I'm squishing your guts together." It always made the boy giggle. Carter was next. "What do you have there, dude?"

"I maded you this." Carter said proudly and thrust the red bag towards his dad. It was a framed work of art. It looked like the word DAD had been taped to the paper before the painting had begun. And then it looked like Carter had gone to town painting, using lots of bright colors. When the three letters were removed, Fitz's title stood out in contrast to the paint. It was brilliant.

"Wow! I love it, Carteroni. I'm going to hang it up at the bakery with Link's."

Fitz's mini twin grinned just like his father and flew into his father's arms without waiting for the invitation. "I knowed you'd lub it."

"I really do, buddy. You might just be the best painter in the house?" Fitz replied.

Olivia cleared her throat loudly from across the room and shook her head back and forth in a hurried fashion while pointing at their daughter, who was still waiting her turn to give her daddy his gift.

Katie put her hand on her hip, the same impatient way Fitz had seen her mother do a million times when she was frustrated. He bit back a laugh at the sight of it. Not wanting to hurt his daughter's feelings, Fitz smiled and said, "the best boy painter who is two years old."

Olivia gave her husband a thumbs up while her tiny twin dropped her hand from her hip and smiled lovingly at her father. Fitz set her on his lap and said, "Okay, Katie my princess. Did you make me something for my birthday too?"

"Yup. It's in da bag daddy. You gots to open it." She explained to him.

Fitz grinned at his only daughter. She was already so big at two years old. She could do no wrong in his eyes. Well, not much wrong. She had meltdowns that made him wish he was deaf sometimes. An angel should never make those kinds of noises he thought with a smile. "Can I open it now please?" he asked her.

She nodded and handed him the pink bag. Only she could get away with giving Fitzgerald Grant a pink gift bag. She had made Fitz a birthday card with a pink flower on it. The flower itself was made using her little paint coated hand. Fitz's eyes grew intentionally large and he looked at his daughter. "Did you do this all by yourself?"

She nodded again, but after a few seconds she turned in his arms, got into his ear, and loudly whispered, "Mommy helped me a wittle bit."

Fitz winked at her and both of them turned their heads to look at Olivia. He cupped her ear while continuing to look at his wife with pure adoration and said in a whispered voice loud enough for Liv to hear, "that's what mommies do best. They help. And you have the best mommy in the whole world."

"Happy birfday." Katie wrapped her pudgy little arms around his neck and laid her head on his shoulder. "I lub you daddy."

She knew how to melt his heart, Fitz thought as he held on to Katie and rubbed circles on her back. He was endlessly wrapped around her little finger and they both knew it. "I love you too, baby." he told her quietly. "Thank you for my present."

Once the smaller Grants were safely buckled into their car seats Fitz backed out of the driveway and headed for the park. No sooner were the doors of the car opened at the park and the kids unbuckled, than they darted towards the grassy covered play area and loudly informed each other what they wanted to play on first between breathless wild giggles. They were pushed high on swings, slid down bright colored curling plastic slides, climbed on the jungle gym, were held at the waist as they energetically crossed the monkey bars, and rolled down small hills. And then did it all over again; several times.

Two hours later, Lincoln, Carter, and Kate were way past whiney. They were in the beginning stages of meltdown mode. Olivia knew they had a small window of time in which to get them home and into their beds before it got ugly. Luckily, they fell asleep a few minutes after the car started moving and peace was returned to the parents.

"Babe? I need to run into the store to grab a few things for the cook out." Olivia said as she rifled through her purse.

"Fine, but if they wake up before you get back into the car, it's your ass!" he warned.

She glanced over at him with mischief in her twinkling brown eyes. "You just want to get your hands on my ass."

"You do still owe me a birthday gift." he pointed out with mischief in his own bright blue eyes. "And you already know how much I love your ass. It seems like the logical gift choice to me."

Olivia grabbed the front of his t-shirt and pulled him over to her side of the car with a smoldering look on her face. "You just wait and see what I have in mind for you later on, mister."

Fitz hooked a finger in the V of her shirt, pulled it towards his body, and then peered down the front of it. The low growl that escaped his lips was unintentional, but the long look he gave her blue bra covered breasts was on purpose. He slowly lifted his head, his finger still pulling her shirt open and kissed her. "Can you get any sexier?"

She grinned at him, jerked her thumb towards the store, and said, "Most definitely! I'm about to use a coupon in there."

"Mmmmm, I'm barely containing myself over here, Liv." He pecked her smiling lips and released her shirt, satisfied to see that he had properly stretched it out. Maybe he'd be glancing down the front of her shirt a lot more this afternoon.

"That is not happening!" Olivia said, bringing Fitz back to the present.

"What isn't?" he asked innocently.

"No! I saw that devilish look as your eyes glazed over. Whatever you were just thinking, the answer is no."

Fitz slowly leaned closer to her and got into her neck. She was putty in his hands when his mouth got anywhere near her neck. He planted a gentle kiss under her ear and whispered, "it's my birthday and you owe me a gift."

He was clouding her mind with his skilled mouth on her skin. And he needed to stop with the sexual innuendos too. Olivia barely escaped turning into a puddle of desperate need right there in the car before she came back to her senses. She abruptly pulled her head back from his, smiled politely at him, and said, "you're not my daddy."

A wolfish grin crossed his face and Olivia had a funny feeling that he had a sarcastic comeback for that one. "That's not what you said the other night, Liv. You called me daddy at least a half a dozen..."

She quickly grabbed the door handle and pulled on it, opening the door. She stumbled out of the car and took a deep breath of Fitz free air as her husband smirked from the driver's seat and watched his sexually worked up wife try to get herself together. She pointed at him and said, "Stop talking! I gotta go." She staggered towards the automatic doors of the grocery store congratulating herself on getting away from him before things got out of control. She pulled her list from the back pocket of her shorts and disappeared inside.

Fitz watched his sexy little wife walk towards the doors like a drunk old man. Yea, he still had that effect on her. Knowing it did wonders for his pride. He couldn't wait to see what she had in store for him later on. He planned to give as good as he got. He kept his eyes on her backside until she was safely inside the store. It was going to be a long afternoon, but he'd be looking forward to the long hot night they'd spend tangled up in each other's arms once the afternoon festivities were over.

When they were finally home, Olivia put the sleeping twins in their father's arms and she gently pulled Lincoln from his car seat and cradled him in her arms. He was a mass of long legs and arms, just like his father and Olivia knew he'd end up tall like his dad too. She tenderly pushed a stray strand of hair out of his face as his head rested heavily on her chest. Motherly love swelled up inside her as her oldest baby clung to her in sleep.

The three of them were laid down in their beds and the grown ups tiptoed out of their rooms, praying their children would stay asleep for a while longer. Fitz and Olivia made their way to the kitchen and began pulling the recently purchased items from the plastic store bags and setting them on the kitchen counter.

Fitz washed his hands, put the ground beef in a bowl, seasoned it, began forming patties, and set them on a platter. The hot dogs that his children preferred required no special attention and he was thankful as he put both the covered burger platter and small plastic covered package of kid food inside the refrigerator.

Olivia put eggs and potatoes on the stove to boil for potato salad while her husband dealt with the meat. As they cooked, she prepped the baked beans and put the casserole dish in the oven on low. Three colorful bags of chips sat on the counter near the hamburger and hot dog buns while Olivia rinsed off the baby carrots and put them in a bowl and set them in the fridge. She was happy that her three kids loved the raw orange vegetable and she offered it to them at least once a week. Juices and two liter drinks were put into the refrigerator as well, and available room was getting scarce in there now.

Once everything was cooking or ready to be cooked, Fitz took his wife's hand and led her to their couch. They both let out a tired sigh and rested their heads on the other's shoulder as they sat side by side. "The kids will be waking up shortly" he informed her.

"Nooooo, don't say that. Not yet." she whined and curled her knees under her body and leaned against his side.

Fitz chuckled and kissed the top of her head. "Why don't you go and lie down for a while too?"

Olivia craned her head to look up at him. "Babe? It's your birthday. You go lay down for a while. I've got this."

He pulled his wife onto his lap and wrapped an arm around her while the other one patted her ass. "I want my present well rested for energetic use later on. I know you were up late with Link last night working on his frame."

"Don't you want to take a nap though? You worked some long hours this week." she reminded him.

"I'm good. I promise." he assured her. "Go. I'll wake you up in an hour."

"An hour does sound like heaven right now." Olivia admitted. She leaned towards his face and gave him a soft kiss. "You're the best. You know it?"

"I do know it. And now we both know it." Fitz stated confidently.

"Oh boy." Olivia muttered. "I'm gonna go before your swelled head sucks all the air out of this room."

Forty-five minutes later, Olivia stirred in her sleep. Something was happening. She could feel something tugging at her. She struggled to figure out if it was happening in her dream or in reality. The heaviness of exhaustion bore down on her, but still she tried to open her bleary eyes. Like a shot, it suddenly became very clear what she was experiencing, and her eyes flew open wide as realization hit her.

The first thing she saw was the top of her husband's head. He was on his knees and practically sitting on top of her. She squinted at him, trying to figure out what he was trying to do, and then it hit her. He had gotten her shorts unbuttoned and was trying to peel them down her legs. She gripped a handful of his sandy brown curls and asked, "what do you think you're doing?"

Fitz stopped his task and looked up at his wife, who was now wide awake. He grinned at her. "It should be obvious, shouldn't it?" he asked smugly and went back to his task.

Impatience bubbled to the surface and Olivia gripped his hair tighter and held him in place. "WHY are you attempting to take off my clothes?"

"Don't blame me. I was coming through here to jump in the shower when I heard you making sex noises in your sleep." He shrugged. "I thought I'd jump you instead."

"As if, Fitz!" she replied impatiently and let go of his hair.

He chuckled at her. "I'm not kidding. Now stop moving around so I can go back to my work. I've almost got them off. Then you can try to go back to sleep."

"Why would I be making sex noises in my sleep?" she asked in a quiet but demanding voice as she tried to yank her shorts back up.

"How in the hell would I know? Were you dreaming about anything specific?" He knew that she was. Besides the sex noises, Fitz had heard her pant his name in her sleep too. Apparently, the flirting in the car had more of an effect on her than even she realized.

Olivia had been dreaming about her crazy husband doing crazy things to her and with her. But she wasn't about to tell him that. His ego didn't need any more assistance. So, she lied. "No. I wasn't dreaming about anything at all. I was exhausted."

She might have been exhausted, but she was also worked up too. "Are you sure you weren't dreaming about me doing...things to you?" He gently batted her hands away and tried to pull his wife's shorts down.

"Maybe we have a few minutes?" Olivia said, and let go of her shorts.

I guess her exhaustion is all gone now, Fitz thought. She sure seemed wide awake and ready to go at the moment. He wasn't going to argue that point right now though. He could get a lot done in a few minutes. If the kids weren't awake yet, they were sure to be when their mother screamed at the finish line. The thought of her screaming was so sexy, it had Fitz doubling his efforts.

He threw her shorts on the floor somewhere and reached for the waistband of her panties when all of a sudden the front door opened, and a loud voice yelled, "Helloooo? Where the hell is everyone?"

Olivia immediately bolted upright on the large bed and kept a death grip on her underwear. With wide eyes she whispered to her husband, "Is that...?"

"Yup. That's your father. I guess your parents are here." Fitz replied. "You want me to finish before he gets up here and finds us? It'll be like old times, Liv."

"Shut up!" she hissed. "Where are my shorts? I've got to get dressed!"

"You know, our parents know that we have three kids, and I'm pretty certain that they are aware of exactly how those three kids were made." Fitz began.

"Stop talking, Fitz! I don't want to imagine my parents thinking about us having sex! And I definitely don't want them to catch us. So where are my shorts?"

"What's the big deal? Everyone has sex." Fitz was finding the situation very humorous. His wife scrambling around looking for her discarded clothing like a lunatic was like icing on the cake.

She stopped and looked over at him with a superior look. "Really? Does that mean you'd be ok with catching your adult daughter and her husband in the middle of..."

"NO MORE TALKING!" Fitz exclaimed as he squeezed his eyes tightly together and put his hands on his ears. "I see your point. But for the record, that was mean. I never want you to say that to me again."

"As long as we understand each other." She pulled her shorts on and shooed Fitz out the door to go greet her parents before they came upstairs.

The kids got up shortly afterwards and were ready for something to eat. While she slept, Fitz put the potato salad together, turned off the oven – but left the baked beans inside to keep them warm, and had turned on the grill. The only thing left to do was cook the burgers and hot dogs.

"Look at you, taking care of business." Liv praised him and pecked his lips.

"I've got business to finish with you later on." He threatened in a low voice.

"Let's just get through the cook out first please." Olivia said smiling at him.

"The foods not done yet? Really, Fitz?" Thad called from the back door of the house. "I'm starving over here man!"

"Unka Sad!" The twins shrieked and bolted towards him with matching grins.

"I was waiting for you to show up and complain about it first. Mission accomplished. I guess I can start cooking now. Dad, watch the grill for me for a minute please." Fitz walked towards his brother and then past him, scooping up his three nieces and kissing their cheeks. "What's a cook out without some ladybugs?"

"Uncle Fitz!" They giggled, and happily kissed him back. "Where's aunt Livia?"

"I thought you came to see me? Not her!" Fitz demanded, and blew raspberries on their cheeks.

"We came to see bof of you." Megan informed him.

"I guess that's okay? She's in the kitchen. But don't give her more hugs than me. I'll be counting!" Fitz threatened. He heard the girls giggle, telling each other 'he's so silly' as they ran to find Olivia. He gave his sister in law a hug followed by his mother and Olivia's. Sliding on his red apron that was hanging up
in the kitchen and grabbing the meats from the refrigerator, Fitz made his way back to the grill amid the chaos around him.

In no time at all he had the burgers and hot dogs grilled to perfection. Fitz slid open the glass door that led into the living room and bellowed to his wife. "LIIIIIIIIV? Can you bring the hamburger and hot dog buns out to me please?"

"Coming!" she yelled back.

Not yet, but you will be later on, Fitz thought to himself with a smirk. He wondered what she had been dreaming about before he woke her up. He'd have to ask once he got her naked. God, he wanted her! He'd give just about anything to make everyone go away, and the grandparents to take the kids for the night so he could make Olivia scream all night long. He just knew he could have her begging for him in less than ten minutes. If only...

"Here ya go." She chirped from behind him and set the buns down. Her brown eyes zeroed in on his foggy blue ones. "Uh oh. What were you just thinking about? As if I don't already know."

He looked to make sure no one was in the backyard before turning the grill off, closing the lid, and turning his full attention to his wife. There was a predatory gleam in his eye. He put his hands on her shoulders and walked her backwards towards the side of the house. Her full lips were crying out to be kissed and he stared at them intently for a good thirty seconds. His hands were no longer interested in Olivia's shoulders, and slid lower and around to firmly grip her backside. He uttered the obvious. "I want you."

He was a madman! Completely insane! Olivia turned her head towards the backdoor of their house. Not a soul was outside. She fixed her attention on her very sexy husband with his red apron hanging from his neck. "This apron is giving me flashbacks to our pre-baby days. Remember our cooking lessons?" She asked with a grin.

"MmmHmm. In vivid detail." Fitz replied grinning.

"You look sexy in an apron. And...out of one too."

"Yea?" he asked with raised eyebrows.

"Yea" she affirmed. Remembering what he had done to her in the car earlier, Olivia hooked a slender finger around one of the apron straps and pulled him slowly towards her until their lips connected in an equally slow and sensual kiss. No wonder he did things like that to her. The power she felt in doing the simple act was hot, Olivia mused!

This was interesting. What had just gotten into his wife, he wondered. Fitz's left arm came up and rested on the side of the house just above her head as he deepened the kiss. He peeked down at Olivia and watched as she ran her little hands over his biceps. She seemed to be in a world all her own.

"Sooooo strong." she said quietly once she broke the kiss.

"The better to hold you in place with." he replied and nuzzled in her neck.

Her hands slid from his arms and went to his chest. "So broad." she muttered reverently and bit her lip.

"The better to cover you with." He murmured back. The sexual tension was sky high. They were dangerously close to combusting.

She liked this game. It wasn't one they had played before, but she liked it just the same. Her hands went to his ribs while her thumbs slid down his chest, until they disappeared around his back and down to his grade A butt. "Mmmmm. So firm." She gave it a squeeze.

Fitz picked his wife up in his arms, holding onto her by her own butt and backed her against the side of the house with a light thud. "There's no contest between which one of us has the best booty, Liv. Post baby ass is one of my favorite things in the world about you."

Feeling very bold, and way past caring who saw them, Fitz attached his lips to Olivia's and kissed her hard, nipping at her bottom lip. When he finally pulled away from her mouth, he could swear he heard her whine. She was prime for him. He stared into her hazy brown eyes and said, "are you about done feeling me up out here? Let's get this food inside and make an excuse to go get some ice from the store or something. I've got to have you. Now!"

"I don't think I can wait that long." Olivia replied breathlessly.

"Are you guys making a porno out here or what?" someone asked from the doorway.

Both Fitz and Olivia's heads whipped in the direction the intruding voice came from. Olivia struggled to get out of her husband's arms while Fitz casually threw his middle finger up at his brother while holding Olivia firmly in place. Thad simply stood there and grinned at them.

"Get the hell out of here, Thad!" Fitz hissed.

Instead, Thad came towards his brother which made Olivia squirm that much harder, but Fitz held more tightly to her. "The better to hold you in place with, remember? Stop fighting me and I'll get rid of this idiot." He looked up at his brother and in an irritated voice asked, "what do you want? Bro!"

"You guys need a few pointers if you're going to properly make a porno. Liv, you need to put your chest a lot closer to Fitzy's. Like, grind it into his. Don't look at me. Pretend I'm not even here." Thad instructed.

"We were doing that just fine before you started talking and made your presence known. Now get outta here! And stop giving us direction! We are perfectly well aware of how to..." Fitz began.

"Nope. Don't even finish that sentence if you ever want to have sex again." Olivia threatened.

"I'm just trying to help. Bro!" Thad said in an innocent voice, but with a smirk on his face.

Fitz put Olivia down on her tiny feet. The moment was over. "Shut up, Thad. Take these burgers and hot dogs inside. We'll be right behind you."

"Mission accomplished!" Thad enthusiastically reached for the plate of grilled deliciousness with a huge grin.

Fitz pulled the plate away from his brother's grasp with a confused expression. "What exactly does that mean?"

"It means, all I came out here for was to get the food. Busting up your little..." he made a sweeping motion between his brother and sister in law with his hand. "...whatever that was, was a nice added bonus."

Fitz thrust the plate at his brother and mouthed two words that he knew Thad would have no difficulty understanding because he had spoken or yelled them to him over the years. "I'm going to make sure the grill is off and then I'll be in." But Thad wasn't paying him any attention. He had turned on his heel and was practically in the house already.

Fitz went into the kitchen and washed his hands. There were loud voices and people of all sizes everywhere in their kitchen. All of them were either already eating or fixing plates of food. Olivia told her mother, "I'm going to go grab Fitz's gift. I'll be right back."

"Okay, baby." Lila said, touching her daughter's shoulder.

"Do you mind watching the kids for me for a few minutes?" When Lila nodded, Olivia added, "thank you, momma."

Taking her husband's hand, Olivia asked Fitz to help her reach something at the top of the closet. He nodded and followed her upstairs. Going into their huge walk in closet, Fitz asked, "Where is the gift, babe? I wanna get back downstairs before Thad eats all the burgers."

Olivia pulled the door closed behind her and locked it. "There is no gift. Well, there is, but it's under our bed. I brought you up here to let you have your way with me. We have about fifteen minutes and then they'll start missing us."

She pulled her shorts and panties down, kicking them away. Fitz watched with laser like focus and hummed low in his throat while he watched the show. When Olivia put her hands on the closest wall and poked her post pregnancy ass out, he moved with lightning speed, pulling off his own shorts as he closed the gap between them.

Gripping her hips possessively, Fitz set a dizzying pace as he repeatedly pounded into his wife. They would have time together later, after the kids had been bathed, put into pajamas, read to, chased around the house, and ultimately put into their own beds. And they could take their time to slowly enjoy each other then. This was merely scratching an itch that couldn't wait in a frenzied sort of way.

Five minutes later, Fitz grunted and his body stilled. That annoying itch was gone. For now. Holding onto Olivia he sank to the floor of their closet as the pair of them wheezed like old people desperate for oxygen. "That was..." he sucked in air and tried again. "That was...amazing. Best...gift ever."

"That wasn't...your gift, Fitz." She panted out. Olivia was smart enough to wait a minute or two before talking again. "Your gift is happening later on tonight. I've got big plans for you. A candle lit bath, a hot oil massage, followed by mind blowing sex. Better than a do it yourself present from me, right?"

She was the sexiest woman he had ever met. All he could do was nod wearily. "Get off me. I need food now."

"Last one to the kitchen has to fix the other one's plate." Olivia challenged. She scrambled to her feet and lunged for her shorts, ignoring whatever her husband was doing and how fast he was doing it. The two of them sped down the stairs side by side laughing the entire way.