Pretty lady

You're driving me insane

We can do some things that you ain't never done before

I just wanna show off

Baby here's your roll call

I'mma be your teacher, you gon' learn the details

Then I'm gonna test, you'll just follow the leader

Girl the way you flaunt it

Those hips flow like water

Dip it low, I'll watch it

This love hits like rocketships from outer space

I'm in the highest place with you

Show Off by Somo

Fitz navigates through the heavy midday traffic of Manhattan, in a rush to go meet up with a new potential artist. He really wanted to secure a spot with this new upcoming singer, not only was her voice fresh and refreshing, she had the looks to pair with it.

Finally securing parking with a valet, he enters through the doors of a swanky hotel, making his way to their dining area. Being that it was lunchtime, the establishment was over pouring with business men and women. Walking through the elegant hallways, he greets the passing patrons with a smile or head nod; finally he meets his destination.

Entering the bar area, his eyes immediately made contact with his new potential artist. Dressed impeccably in a Burberry trench coat, she sat perched on the barstool, nursing what appears to be a dirty martini.

Fitz moves towards her direction, taking long quick strides. He loosens the buttons on his Tom Ford wool winter jacket. His eyes focused in on the woman who's able to make or break his career. Walking up to her, the feminine scent of her perfume and natural fragrance, overpowers him.

"Hi," he greets, deeply.

"Hi" she returns, batting her eyelashes at him with a smirk.

"Dirty martini?" He questions, with a head tilt towards her drink.

"Virgin" she explains.

"What are we drinking today?" The bartender approaches them, to ask him.

"I'll have a single malt" he replies, he could use the burning sensation from the amber liquid to warm his body.

The bartender retreats, to go make his drink.

"So, tell me about yourself. Why are you here?" he asked the gorgeous woman, whose name he already knows.

She takes a sip of her virgin dirty martini, he didn't even know that they could make that, before she started talking.

"We both know that I'm not new to the game, however, it's been awhile since I last made a new album. That's why I called you. You would be lucky to have me," her voice smooth and sultry.

Fitz gulps, this was one helluva meeting. He wonder what his wife would make of this. He hadn't spoken to her since that morning.

The bartender returns with Fitz' drink, and he immediately knocks it back, even though scotch was meant to be sipped. He needed liquored courage to get through this.

After not saying anything for a while, he stared at the beautiful creature; wide eyes, plump lips, accentuated cheek bones, she was beautiful. That was his only surmise. He finally says, "I would be lucky to have you."

This garners a smile from the woman, she licks her lips as she looks at the hunk of specimen in front of her. How did his wife let him out the house? Her thoughts questions.

"Want to take this meeting back to my suite?" She ask, leaning forward so he can catch a peek of her cleavage.

Fitz saw a peek of fiery red lace, when he glanced down the top of her coat.

"Umm…I don't think that's a wise idea…see I'm married….and I love my wife…" he stutters as he shows her his wedding band.

The woman simply places her index finger on his lips, and whispers, "shhh…I won't tell…come with me…" she trails off in a low whisper, slipping off of the barstool, to stand on her feet. She was wearing five inch, knee high boots.

Not seeing a way out of this, Fitz gets up and follow her lead.

"Put the drinks on room 202," the sultry woman tells the bartender, she grabs a few bills from her wallet, and lays a hefty tip on the countertop for him.

They walked in silence towards the elevator, luckily for them, no one else was inside of it. He watches as she push the button to the 15th floor.

The air crackles with anticipation as they stood side by side. He looks down at her from out of the corner of his eyes, while she looks up at him. Occasionally their hands would brush each other's, sending electrical charges throughout their bodies. Fitz could already feel his member stirring, only one woman was able to get him going by the simple brush of her skin on his, and that was his wife.

Ding. The elevator door opens on their floor. Like a lost puppy, Fitz follows her lead. His phone started vibrating in his pocket, without looking at it, he decided to ignore the incessant caller. He didn't want this moment to be interrupted.

Entering the fairly large room, he was afforded with a spectacular view of New York City skyline through the floor to ceiling windows. There was an oversize king size bed with a very decorative horizontal bars type headboard, seated in the middle of the room. Off to the side was a small dining area, a sitting area, along with other hotels amenities. On one of the chairs he saw a duffle bag that matches the woman's coat. He watches as she walks to it and pulls out two pairs of handcuffs, he gulps again.

"Take off your clothes," she commanded.

Fitz slowly walks further into the room, trying his best to not startle her with his jerky movements. He walks in front of the bed, and starts taking off his outerwear, then removing his boots, stepping out his jeans, pulling over his cashmere sweater, taking off his white undershirt and finally pulling down his boxer briefs, setting his manhood free.

All this time, he was entertaining the unwavering gaze of the sultry woman. Fitz should feel guilty and ashamed for what he was about to do but he was neither. He looked at her with smoldering eyes, awaiting his next command.

"Sit against the bed head," she requested, in not so much of a friendly tone.

Fitz saunters over to the head of the bed, giving her a good view of his rippling back muscles that highlights when he walks, along with the sinewy details of his ass.

He climbs onto the bed, and sits up with his back against it. Fitz looked down at his rigid hard on, resting against his stomach.

"Put your hands like this," she demonstrates to him, how she would like his hands to be against the bars of the bedhead. Once he'd complied with her demands, she meticulously handcuffed each wrist to the bedhead. She was surprisingly good for being a rookie.

"Good, now the show begins," she tells him. He watches as she loosens her coat belt that was securely tied around her waist, before slowly unbuttoning each brown buttons on it.

When she felt like he was being tortured enough, she finally showed mercy on him. Underneath her coat, a laced, half padded bra in the fieriest red greets him. Her breast, ample and round, spilling over the cups. He licks his lips at the sight. He moves his line of sight from her chest, to her abdomen and then to her core, meeting the skimpiest pair of panties he'd ever seen. The color matched the bra perfectly, it was a barely there thong. Almost everything that it should cover was out for him to see. She turned around to show him the string that only appears at the top of her round ass.

He didn't know that he could be so aroused to the point of combustion, by simply watching a woman in lingerie and thigh high boots.

With every step that she took towards him, he felt his heart beating faster, he needed her so badly.

She carefully mounts the bed and clambers on to his thighs, straddling him a hairsbreadth away from his erection.

He watches as she takes her index finger to push aside her panties, and then uses it to rub in between her folds. "See how much you make me wet?"

He watches her actions, completely mesmerized.

"You wanna taste?"

He nods yes.

"Nuh uh" she shakes her head 'no' as she slips her finger into her own mouth, licking off her own essence.

Fitz groans at the sensual sight. He now regretted being restrained, disabling him from flipping her over, and showing her how much superpowers his tongue possessed.

"Use your words," she tells him, once she was finished tasting herself.

"Do you want to taste me, Fitz?" she purrs his name out.

Fitz was on the verge of nodding again but quickly collected himself. "Yes, I want to taste you," he answered, gruffly.

"Which part of me?" she asked, brazenly.

"I want to taste your sweet pussy," he answered more specifically.

Not expecting his answer to be that crude, it made her involuntarily moan. Obliging his wish, she sticks her index and middle finger insider her folds, allowing her drenched sex to coat them with her essence. Withdrawing her fingers, she brings it to his already open mouth. He latches onto her fingers and moans in appreciation at the sweet, salty taste of her.

He held on to her fingers, sucking hard on them, he smirks as he feels her squirming against his thighs.

"Fitz," she breathes, feeling the intensifying need to have him buried inside of her. She was supposed to have the upper hand but Fitz was making her feel lightning bolts all throughout her body.

With much persuasion and force, she was finally able to collect her fingers from his mouth. She brought them to the front of her bra and swiftly undoes the clasp. Scooting up a little closer, she brings one of her erect nipples to his mouth. The minute his hot mouth enveloped one of her nipples, she let out a scream as waves of pleasures rushes towards her core. She was soaking wet and he was only making her wetter.

Fitz suckle on her nipples like his life depended on it. With his hands unavailable to use, he was glad that she was literally breastfeeding him.

He continued sucking and nipping at her nipples until he felt her body stiffen against his, signaling her climax. She called out his name in a piercing scream and it almost made him become undone.

He watches as she pants, breathing in air to quell her racing heart.

"You're so fucking good," she breathlessly said.

"But I'll show you how good I am," she boasts with a smirk.

He watches as she stood on wobbly legs – thigh high boots still intact, to pull down her drenched panties before returning to sit on him. Lowering herself back onto him, he waited in anticipation as her center hovers over his shaft.

Without warning, she fists him and slams down onto his member, impaling herself in the process, they both let out a small scream of enjoyment. Fitz throws his head back as she immediately started riding him.

"Fuck fuck," he groans, he didn't had enough time to adjust fully before her walls started gripping him in a vise.

He took several breaths to calm himself from spilling immediately inside of her.

Her hands are on each one of his shoulder blades, supporting her rhythmic back and forth rocking on his cock. He was in euphoria, feeling the warmth of her tight heat enveloping him. He sits in the moment, allowing her to take control. He was at her every mercy.

"You like the way I ride you?" She asked as she swivels her hips, pushing the skin of his penis downwards.

"Oh, God yes," he mumbles, incoherently.

"Whose cock is this?" she asked, as she starts bouncing on him, her breast bouncing hypnotically in front of his face.

"Uhh…my wife…ahhhhh," he answers, letting out a squeal from her twisting assault on his pectoral region. The pleasure and pain was doing a number on him, making it unbelievably hard for him to form a comprehensible sentence.

"Whose cock is this?" She asked again, riding him harder and faster, her hands still holding his nipples hostage.

"Yours….it's yours… Ah fuck!" he screams, his hips simultaneously shoots up from off of the bed, allowing him to ejaculate his fluid deep inside of her.

From the sharp thrust of his member against her G-spot, it was enough to make her climax with him.

Coming down from their earth shattering orgasm, they stayed in the same position, joined at the hips.

Slowly his breathing came back to him, breaking the comfortable silence by asking, "How's my kinky wife doing today?"

"Shut up," Olivia rolls her eyes playfully at him before getting up, making sure to give him back some of his fluids. She walks towards the wall for support, to remove her boots.

"God, Livvie, I'm a mess," he groans looking down at the sticky mess that she left on his lap as she got up..

"Yea…yea…we know. Once you give it to me, you don't want it back" she teased, imitating his voice.

He lets out a boisterous laugh at the ongoing joke between them. Once his laughter had subsided, he requested for her to, "Please un-cuff me."

Once her boots were off, Olivia makes her way to the chair that her duffle bag was seated on; she pats the side of the bag in search of the keys but to no avail, "oops I think I forgot it at home," she relays, nonchalantly.

"Don't play with me, baby."

"I'm serious, I probably left it inside my lingerie drawer," her voice cool as cucumber, not a trace of panic or worry in it.

"Olivia!" Fitz booms, which only made her double over in laughter – he realized that she wasn't taking him seriously.

"This is not funny. Un-cuff me now!" he commanded, pulling his cuffed hands away from the headboard, in attempts to break free.

She laughed even more, the sight of him doing all of that naked was even funnier. After a minute or two, she realized that he was really getting angry with her. She sobers up from laughing, and grabs the keys from the inside pocket of her duffle bag.

Still naked, she made her way over to her husband. She clambers over him and releases each one of his cuffed hands.

The minute his hands were free, he flexed them, regaining feelings in both of them as blood properly flows.

Olivia was about to climb off of him, when he holds on to her right forearm.

"Where do you think you're going? You had your fun, now I'm going to have mine. All fours." he commanded, his baritone voice deep and threatening.

Olivia thought he was joking but his growing erection made her know he wasn't. Oops, that's what you get for awakening the anaconda, she tells herself. He throws her a pillow, and she gratefully grabs it as she moves to lie on her front, propping her belly on top of it.

She lays patiently on her front with her ass in the air, awaiting him, she finally feels his body coming closer to hers and she stills when she felt him hovering over her back.

Two strong fingers tease her entrance way, causing her legs to fall wide open.

"So wet," he spoke, satisfyingly.

He aligns himself with her core, pulls her waist towards him, and in one smooth movement fills her.

"Ah fuck" she moans at the depth of his penis inside of her. When she was on top, she was able to control the deepness but now he was filling her to the brim. He didn't move but held her like that for a few seconds, allowing her walls to contract against his rigid shaft; as she in turn feels the veins and ridges of his penis pressing against her walls.

"Baby, you gotta move," she pleads, when the sensation was becoming too much for her.

He obliged and began the torturous movements of his hips. Wickedly, delicious thrusts he delivers to her, having her screaming and clutching the bed sheets. She was seeing stars with each jab to her sweet spot. She was quickly unraveling by the hands of her lover. With each thrust, she feels the muscles contractions of his thighs and abdomen, he was a god and she his goddess, escaping for a mid-lunch tryst. For the past two weeks, Olivia's hormones were getting the best of her and it required constant attention from her husband. It didn't matter if they were in the middle of the day or night, she needed him constantly.

After they'd handle their business, the couple showered, got dressed in new undergarments from the emergency clean up duffle bag that Olivia carries, ordered takeout from the hotel's restaurant, and shared a chaste kiss before heading in the opposite direction – to return to work.

"Which one? I'm staring at an entire row of shampoos and conditioners." Fitz speaks into the phone, he was on his way home from work later that evening when Olivia called and politely requests that he stop at their nearby Target, to grab some shampoo and conditioner for her and Iya's hair. Apparently, she'd forgotten that they were completely out, and the backup one she thought she had was nonexistent.

"Are you in the ethnic section?" Olivia asked from the other end of the phone.

"Ethnic section? They had to make a separate section for hair?"

"Hmm mmm" Olivia murmurs in confirmation. She always found it odd that the stores have an ethnic section, but she'd grown to appreciate it as it made her job easier, saving her time from waddling through the various variations of Herbal Essence,TRESemmé, L'Oreal and the list goes on with products that wasn't suitable for her hair.

Throughout the years he'd learned so much about his wife's hair. He knows that whenever her hair was freshly pressed that he's not allowed to mess with it or get it wet. But that wasn't all he'd come to learn, he empathically understands the systematical disadvantages she faces being a minority, and knows that his kids will suffer the same faith. Over the years he'd seen many cases of this. When she was first in the process of opening her gallery, she'd faced so many oppositions, not due to her qualifications which she have a lot of, but because she was a woman and an African American woman to be exact. He would get frustrated whenever she came home from meeting with potential investors upset, because they wouldn't take her seriously. With such blatant disregards of her brilliance, he'd told her plenty of times to not look for investors since they can more than afford it on their own. She didn't want to use only their money in case the gallery flopped, but Fitz' belief in her, reassured her that she won't flop. Eventually, she agreed to have them be the only investors for the gallery and so far so good, going strong for two years now. It was generating good revenue and it was also growing in prestige.

They also try really hard to make sure that their mixed kids feel comfortable in their skin. Luckily for them, living in New York provides a combination of beautiful cultures and races, blending together mostly in harmony. They weren't in the Deep South, but racial profiling is very real anywhere. They never want their children to feel as though they need to pick a side, because being mixed left them without an identity. At the end of the day, all they wanted is for their kids to love themselves, and be proud of who they are and what they look like.

iPhone clutched tightly to his ears, he scans the long aisle for the "ethnic section." He was discreetly trying not to make eye contact with the people who were either standing in or walking through the aisle, keeping his identity intact.

Snapping out of his long-drawn-out thought, Fitz finally found the section he was looking for. He scanned the shelves of products and immediately became overwhelmed by the vast majority.

"Livvie, they're literally a thousand bottles on the shelves. What's the name of-?"

Olivia interrupts him, "Carol's Daughter Black Vanilla shampoo and conditioner."

Fitz clicks his tongue on the inside of his mouth, in a rhythmic action as he scans the shelves until he comes across what he's looking for.

"Ok, there's an 8 ounce and a 16 ounce?"

"16, thank you."

Fitz grabs two bottles of each of the products, drops them into his basket before turning the opposite direction, heading towards the cashier.

"Babe, are you in the food section?" Olivia asked, conspiringly, knowing that the food section was nowhere near the beauty section.

"No, why?" He answered, walking briskly towards the speedy checkout lane.

"Can you grab me some chocolate Blue Bell ice cream? Peanut wants it tonight."

Fitz rolls his eyes and let's out an exaggerated sigh, of course he should've expected this. This pregnancy was completely demanding of him, whether it be his mind, body or patience.

"Sure," Fitz replies in a forced chipper voice.

"Great! Can you get me the one with the chocolate chunks inside and brownies?"

"Anything for you, honey. Is there anything else I can get you, sweetie?" His voice dripping with sarcastic honey.

"Just you" he heard her whisper in a sultry voice.

Oh boy, tonight might be the night when his dick would finally fall off, he jokes to himself.

"Yes, dear. I'll be home soon with your ice cream and walking dildo," he jokes.

Olivia's voice booms loudly through the speaker as she laughed.

Fitz smirks at her through the phone, he diverts his steps from heading towards the cashier, and instead moves to the freezer section.

He grabs the ice cream, and was heading back to the checkout lane when someone approaches him.

"You're III Legend, aren't you?" The young woman asked with a hint of incredulity.

Olivia stopped laughing as she listens to a woman's voice, talking to her husband. She'd told Fitz to walk with Huck tonight, but no, he could handle going to the grocery store himself and dismissed Huck for the evening. Everyone needed security at all times but him.

Fitz smiles at her and answers, "yes."

"OMG! OMG! Danny, come over here! I told you it was him." Fitz looks on as the young woman calls over a young lanky looking man. By her reactions and loud squeals, everyone in their vicinity was looking at him, their faces one by one bearing looks of familiarization.

"Can I get your autograph and a picture? OMG! Who would've thought that III Legend shops at Target?"

Olivia was laughing again and says, "Lucky you weren't on a tampon run."

"Oh, shut up," Fitz playfully quips back at her.

Turning his attention to the chipper fan, Fitz says, "Sure." He places his red basket to the floor, and tells his wife, "I'll call you later. Love you."

"Hurry up!" Olivia impatiently groans on the other end, before disconnecting the call.

For the next twenty or so minutes, Fitz was smiling for the camera with each click of a cellphone, signing various things that people give to him; the store manager even came out from the back office to personally thank him for shopping there. He did all of this before he finally checkout, and left the store to head home to his pregnancy craving, hormonal wife.

"I'm never shopping again," Fitz announced as he greets his wife, who was sitting in the living room waiting with a huge spoon in her hand.

Olivia snickers at his predicament, ignoring him as she reaches out her hands to collect the bag of goodies. Once he'd delivered the merchandise, she barely mumbled a thank you, before diving out the ice cream from the red and white plastic bag, removing the plastic seal and pulling off the lid. She frowns at the sight of the melted ice cream.

"It's melted" she pouts as if she wanted to cry.

"I'm sorry, honey, but I was haggled by a mobster of fans" he feigned remorse, thinking that she would understand since she was on the phone when it all started.

"It's melted" she repeats again.

"Then put it in the freezer," he tells her, cooly.

"But I want it now" she rebuts, looking dreamily at the quarter-hard ice cream with the chocolate chunks.

"Then eat it," he tells her, patience running thin.

"But…it's melted."

"Olivia stop…please stop. Either you eat it melted or put it in the freezer to get hard. Stop this, please, baby." He wasn't in the mood for one of her emotional breakdowns, especially over food.

Realizing that she was coming across whiney, she apologizes, "Sorry… I just had my mind set on it."

"I know and I'm sorry that I didn't make it home in time to give it to you hard."

They both laughed at his choice of word. Fitz wordlessly grabs the container of ice cream, covers it and takes it to the freezer – hoping that in the next five minutes it would be fine.

"Where are the kids?" he asked, once he was back in the living room. It was seven in the night and they were nowhere to be found. It was a Friday evening and they definitely wouldn't be in bed that early.

"Their Aunty Raye and Harrison, took them out for pizza and cupcakes, they should be back at any moment though. Tom is with them," she added the last part for his peace of mind.

"Oh that's nice of them to do. Can't believe my baby sis, will be getting married a week from tomorrow."

"Well believe it, Sir, because I'm the maid of honor."

"Do you mean matron of honor?" He asked, taking a seat on the couch next to her. "There's nothing maiden about you" he whispered in her ears.

"Whatever, that's because you took my innocence."

"Mmm and I would do it again…and again," he nuzzles his face into her neck.

Olivia wraps her arms around his shoulders, bringing him closer to her body, "have I ever told you that I'm glad that I waited for you?"

"I'm glad you waited too," he placed an open wet kiss on her clavicle.

"I mean, I could've given it up to anybody but I waited," she thought out loud.

"Gee, thanks. I feel so special now." Fitz teased as he continued to place kisses on her neck and shoulder.

Olivia playfully slaps his shoulder, "it's not like that… I just knew that there was someone special out there for me, and I held on, not only to my body but my heart. I'm glad that you're the one that I decided to give everything to. If I had to make the decision to do it all over again, I'll choose you, every… single… time…" She stresses each word.

"I would choose you every… single… time, too." Fitz repeats.

He captures her mouth in a ravishing, toe curling kiss, and she reciprocates with the same fervor. Easing her onto her back without breaking the kiss, he hovers over her body.

They stayed like this; making out with each other, touching and groping each other through the confinements of their clothing for the next ten minutes. Before they could've taken it up a notch, they heard lots of chatters and keys jingling from the foyer. Fitz immediately moves from on top of Liv, both sitting upright, camouflaging their previous horizontal position. Fitz collects a decorative pillow from the couch, hiding his erection while Liv finger combs her hair, trying to bring some semblance to her windswept look.

"Mom!" They heard Tommy call out.

"In the living room," Olivia answered in a raspy voice.

A short few seconds later, Tommy comes barreling through the house with a rectangular box in his hands. "I brought you a slice of pizza" he speaks while running.

"Oh thanks, baby." She collects him into a hug.

"Where's mine?" Fitz asks him, feeling left out.

"Iya has yours."

"Ok."

Shortly after, the rest of the gang follows Tommy's path to the living room. Raye, Harrison, Iya and Christian all clad in their winter coats. True to Tommy's words, Iya produced a box to her father that carried a New York style meat lover's pizza from Lombardi's.

He collects both his and Liv's and takes them to be reheated in the microwave, once hot he places them on two plates.

Returning to the living room, the kids were in a heated game of jenga on the living room floor, while Olivia entertained the adults. Fitz placed her plate of pizza on the coffee table to cool before taking his seat next to her.

Finally settled in, he takes a big bite of the mouthwatering pizza.

"How come I had to learn that I was going to be an aunt again from my niece and nephew?" Raye asked, once both parties in the equation was present.

Fitz almost choked on his slice of pizza.

Silence reigns as Fitz looks to Liv and she looks to him, they both turned towards Raye, giving her sheepish smiles.

"We were going to tell you after the wedding, because we didn't want to steal any of your thunder." Olivia explains, mentally patting herself for the quick comeback.

"That's ridiculous, you won't be stealing my thunder" Raye rebuts. "How far along?"

"13 weeks going on 14"

"Oh wow, you're in your second trimester. Well congratulations you two." Raye got up and hug Olivia and was startled when she felt a baby bump hiding underneath her slouchy cardigan.

"Are you carrying twins?" Raye asked curiously, looking down at her belly.

Olivia laughed and shakes her head no, "I thought so too, I made my doctor check twice on Monday but its only one baby. You don't want to know how many pounds I've already gain. This is going to be one big child."

"Good luck, Mom, did say that she was in labor for sixteen hours, all because of his big head." Raye points to her older brother, making them all laugh except for him.

Fitz simply rolls his eyes playfully at her.

"Well, I'm just happy that I'll have another niece or nephew to spoil" Raye confessed, gleefully.

"Remember that when I send all three of them over." Olivia teased.

"Don't worry, I will."

"Congrats you two," Harrison finally chimes in with a smile.

"Thanks, man." Fitz leans forward to give him a fist bump.

"Mommy, I have to go pee pee," Christian interrupts, holding his crotch.

"I got him. Down the hall on the right?" Harrison asked, receiving confirmation nods from Olivia and Fitz.

He took his little boy by the hands, and they could hear him telling Christian to not wait until he's on the verge of peeing to ask for the bathroom, and they heard his small voice saying "ok, daddy."

The soft teaching moment warms Raye's heart, and places a huge smile on her face. She looks exuberantly happy.

"This is nice." Olivia said with a matching smile on hers.

"It really is, I'm so happy, Christian is so happy…"

"And you're getting married in a week's time."

"I'm getting married in a week's time," she repeats Olivia's comment in a livelier tone.

Her smile grew wider and Fitz was delighted to see it, he wasn't initially thrilled at the prospect of her getting back with Harrison but it was what she wanted. And so far he couldn't be anymore happier for her. She deserved happiness after encountering hell for the past two years.

"Speaking of wedding, Liv, Thursday night is my bachelorette party."

Olivia's eyes opens wide, she didn't know that Raye wanted one, after all she was the matron of honor, and she should know these things.

"You didn't tell me you wanted one when we were going over wedding plans," she voices her puzzlement aloud.

"That's because my friend, Tiffany, will be doing it."

"Nope, you're not going to anything that, Tiffany, is setting up. She's bat-shit crazy" Fitz interjects, putting his foot down.

"Fitz, don't be like that. How many times has she apologized to you?"

"Huh?" Olivia was lost.

"Fitz doesn't like her because of what happened on my 21st birthday. We had all went to a club, dancing and having a good time when my friend Tiffany, groped his junk. Out of the blue walked up to him and touched it. Gross. But whatever, anyways, he knew she liked him so I don't know what the big deal is."

Olivia didn't know whether to laugh or be jealous at somebody else who'd touched what's hers.

"That's not all. Finish it." Fitz urged her to continue.

Raye rolled her eyes before continuing, "He was seeing some bimbo at the time and she happened to be there. Tiffany and her had some heated words exchange and ended up fighting over him."

"And that's why you're not going to any bachelorette party that her crazy friend is hosting." Fitz said, pointedly at Liv.

"Excuse me, last time I checked, I'm a grown woman."

"A grown married pregnant woman," he quips.

"Well if I can't go then neither will you." She tells him, knowing that he was already looking forward to the night out as Harrison had invited Carl. A night out with Carl was always a good time for him. He didn't get to see his cousin as often as he'd like to; although they lived in the same state.

"I don't object to you going. I just object to you going there with Tiffany. She's crazy."

"Fitz, she's changed, she's married now. Besides, this is my wedding and I want my maid of honor there."

"Matron of honor" he interjected.

"Stop being such a –"she was interrupted from shooting him an insult when her fiancé and son entered the room.

"Potty mouth" Fitz snickers, wagging his index finger at her.

Raye rolls her eyes at him, it's amazing after so many years that they still could behave like Tweens when it comes to each other.

Chris rejoins his cousins on the floor as they continued knocking down the wooden blocks pointlessly.

The adults conversed with each other, talking about the upcoming wedding and the Christmas holiday. This year the Wrights were going to spend Christmas with just each other; Raye, Harrison and Chris.

After an hour or so of talking and laughing, they were getting ready to head home. Everyone followed the Wrights to the door, where they all exchanged hugs and see you soon; even peanut got a small pat from 'their' Aunty before they watch the trio head out into the chilly night.

Heading back into the living room, Olivia made the kids pack up their game, while she lightly cleans the living room up, taking the wine glasses that their guests had used into the kitchen. Mama Awa was already off for the weekend, leaving just her and Fitz to tend to the house.

By 10, she was finally able to flop down on their comfy bed. On the weekends it was always hard to get the kids to sleep. They're more energized than the energizer bunny. They keep going and going. Needless to say, after an hour of trying; she was finally successful in knocking them out by reading a part of Charlotte's Web. This selection seem to pique their interest; as it took close to five chapters before they finally give in to sleep.

She looked at the time and Fitz has yet to come upstairs, he was probably going over the weekly school sign in and out reports with Tom, before dismissing him for the night. Before she could've shoot him a text, inquiring his whereabouts, their bedroom door swings open, revealing his familiar figure carrying the tub of ice cream.

She smiles vivaciously at the sight.

He pulls his left hand from behind his back, revealing two spoons. "For you milady" he graciously extends one to her, and rests the tub of ice cream on the bedside table with the extra spoon on top of it.

"Thank you."

"Don't start without me." He warns as he hurriedly makes his way into the bathroom to change. Not a full two minutes later, he returns in a red and blue, Ralph Lauren plaid pajamas bottom and white tee.

He jumps onto the bed and makes the mattress shift underneath Olivia, causing her to giggle. Besides the laughter of his children, her giggle was the most beautiful sound that he'd ever heard.

"Girl, let's get our cravings eating on." He speaks with a slight attitude, in the way that two girlfriends would talk to each other, making Olivia laugh out loud. Ignoring her hearty laughter, he grabs the tub of ice cream and opens it, revealing the hardened sweet decadence.

Fitz takes the first scoop and offers it to her, he watches as she moans when the flavor touches her tongue.

"That good, huh?" He asked, taking his empty spoon from her mouth to take a scoop for himself.

"You have no idea. Blue Bells, will always be my favorite ice cream. Not too fancy, just plain ole ice cream flavor."

"It's pretty good" Fitz agreed, even though he wasn't much of a sweet eater.

For the next five minutes, Fitz listens as Olivia moans and squeals delightfully, appreciating the taste of the cold dessert. Listening from the outside, people would think that they were making love. The sounds that she was eliciting caused his member to stir.

Finally having had enough of the ice cream, Olivia stretches out like a cat, and starts randomly singing.

"Will you still love me"

"When I'm no longer young and beautiful?"

"Will you still love me"

"When I got nothing but my aching soul?"

Fitz listens to her as she sings Lana Del Rey, Young and Beautiful song.

"I know you will, I know you will"

"I know that you will"

"Will you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful?"

"Hmmm, you're actually not a bad singer," Fitz tells her once she'd finish singing.

"So that means I didn't had to sleep with the producer to get my album made?" She asked cheekily, moving the ice cream tub back to the bedside table, before rolling over, into his arms.

He pulls her into a tight hug, "you definitely had to sleep with the producer."

"Is that so?"

"Hmm mmm. That's the only way I would've given you a chance." He kissed her neck, "and now you have to sleep with him again to have all your studio fees waive."

Olivia giggles, stretching her neck upwards to kiss him languidly. Their tongues teased and tasted each other's. It wasn't long before they needed more, and clothes were tenderly removed, leaving them unashamedly naked.

Fitz took his time and made tender, sweet, passionate love to his wife, silently answering her question, 'will he still love her when she was no longer young and beautiful?' absolutely yes, yes he will...

A/N: Another fluffy chapter, don't worry my drama lovers, in due time you'll get some, but nothing too crazy. I hope I fooled some of y'all into thinking Fitz was cheating on Liv at the hotel? Or nah? Y'all peeped that role play a mile away? Lol.

It's funny how I love writing normal every day Fitz. Him going to Target to buy shampoo and conditioner from the "ethnic hair section" ha! Putting aside all fun, I absolutely believe that people in interracial relationships or any relationships for that matter, shouldn't shy away from talking about race. In this story I won't shy away from it, because it's an important one and again I want to be as realistical as possible.

Liv and her almost ice cream meltdown was hilarious to write.

Hope you enjoyed this update and like always please leave a review.

Xoxo