Im light of the eclipse pics we were blessed with, I decided to write something in Vermont.

Sorry guys. I've been lazy.

Fitz rolled over on his side to gaze lovingly at his sleeping wife. Her doe eyes were shut, and her pouty lips were slightly open as she dreampt away. He tentatively rubbed her slight baby bump as she slept. This was thier third child together, and Fitz couldn't be more happy. He rubbed her belly softly, only stopping when she stirred. Just as he began to rub again, her eyes opened.

"What are you doing up, Old Man?" she teased. At the age of 58, Fitz's wavy locks were covered with Gray, and he still looked delicious. "You didn't care about my age last night," he purred.

Giggling, she caught his face as he leaned down to kiss her. "That's true." He finally kissed her when she let his face free.

He began to slow the pace of the kisses, deepening them. "Uh uh, Mister. The kids are sleeping, and we know how vocal you are in the mornings." He laughed, raising his brows. "And you aren't?" A smirk graced the Older man's face as he began to mock her and moan. "Oh Fitzy right there. Harder." She swatted his muscular chest, playing with the hair there. "Stop making fun of me, or I'll revoke your access for tonight."

Shooketh, He immediately shut his mouth and made a zipping motion with his hand.

"You're so sexy," he purred as he helped her remove his large NAVY shirt from her tiny body. "So are you," she laid on her back, Looking up at him expectantly.

He kissed down her body, moving her little legs onto his broad shoulders. "My favorite place in the world," he mumbled to himself before placing a few soft licks between her already glisening folds. "I love how wet you get for me."

He gave another firm lick before looking up into her eyes. "I'm going to fuck the life out of you," he grunted at her before latching onto her clit. He began to suck on her clit like he was looking for something to come out of her. Her hands scrambled for something to grab onto before they found their place in his luscious curls.

His kind baby blues were hungry as they watched every micro-movement on his beautiful wife's face. She moaned as she felt his warm tongue force itself into her wet tunnel.

Fitz loved to be inside of her, even if it was just his tongue. He felt his 10" member straining against his tight black boxers, It sat heavily against his muscular thigh as he finally sat up and removed his boxers.

He watched her precious doe eyes turn hungry as her gaze settled on his impressive length. No matter how many times they made love, it always felt like the first time to them.

Careful not to put too much weight on her, he settled himself between her legs. Always the loving husband, his eyes scanned her face as he penetrated her. He wanted to make sure she was comfortable. "Mmm," she moaned as she felt his hard length slide into her.

Electricity was already shooting through each of their bodies as they finally joined together. Locking eyes with her, he swivelled his hips and began to set a slow pace. Thier skin slapped together as he slowly pushed in and then snapped his hips forward. His eyes were saying all the things he felt.

They were communicating silently; whispering promises of love through thier movements. Panting, Fitz grabbed her neck like he always did.

"Cum for me, Mrs. Grant," he moaned. "Fitzzz," she gasped as she released.

He watched in awe as her body shook and her breasts were presented to him as latched on.

After the couple's love-making session, they showered and made thier way to the kitchen. Fitz headed to the kitchen and began cooking while Olivia retrieved thier two kids.

"Da!" Fitz smiled as he heard his young son call out to him, squirming excitedly to reach his father. His son was a perfect mix of Olivis and himself. He had curls, his father's eyes, a light brown skin-tone, and his mother's pouty lips. His daughter on the other hand looked just like a mini-Olivia with wavy curls and light brown eyes with specs of blue. "Wait up, Kiddos. Daddy can't give you morning kisses until the food was ready. Carolyn was 4 years old, and she was already a pistol. She was very opinionated, but also respectful. Alex on the other hand was one and a few months, and he didnt have many teeth. He'd usually eat baby food or have a bottle. Seeing as he was squirmy today, Olivia Opted for a bottle. Carolyn waited patienly as her father plated waffles, fruit, eggs, and bacon. He kissed all of his love's heads. He was a lucky man. Vermont is for families too.