Author's Note: I can't believe it's June, already. It seems like only yesterday I was wiping sleet off my glasses. I'm glad you guys are digging FTGIV and I can tell you right now that he won't be an only child. I don't know if his little sib will be made on the Trail (most likely, given how Liv and Fitz get down) but since I'm a sucker for kid fics and family fics, both reading and writing…yep. Enjoy the chapter!

Disclaimer: "Honestly, it's not mine!"

"…approval numbers for Grant are at 48% and holding…"

"…like how he's being real with folks. If he doesn't know something, he'll say so and if he does know, he'll break it down in a way that doesn't make anyone feel stupid. Most politicians talk out their necks and from a script but he doesn't. You can tell that he actually gives a fuck…"

"…good showing at the Nebraska debate with Langston. She took it in the end but once they start hitting states with low conservative numbers…"

"…youngest candidate to run. If elected, he'll be entering the Oval at the age of 36. While that is impressive to contemplate, we have to wonder if that youth will be an asset or liability in the long run…"

"…family is beautiful. I saw them at a rest stop with their little boy playing airplane…it took me back to my childhood. And just the way the two of them look at each other… there's a lot of love in the Grant/Pope-Grant household and that is damned fine by me…"

5 Weeks into the Trail- Family Time on the Road…

"Triangles or rectangles, dulce?"

"Triangles, please. Where are we again, Momma?"

"Louisiana. Do you remember what it looks like on your map?"

"Uh-huh. It looks like one of daddy's NAVY boots…I like your hair. It looks like Simba's."

"That's what happens when humidity gets to it. Am I a pretty lioness?"

"The prettiest…"

His favorite sets of eyes snapped to him and lit up like sparklers.

"Daddy!" Ger cheered around a mouthful of fluffernutter, sprouts, and strawberry jelly.

"Hey, buddy, Livvie. Mind if I join you two?"

"Not at all." she replied while patting the booth cushion. Although there was an official campaign bus, they had invested in a black and silver RV for their family. It was spacious and Olivia had done her utmost to make it feel like home for all of them. Ger had taken to road life like a duck to water and the Press loved him. Him and Liv, for that matter.

A year into their marriage, she had established a firm called Olivia Pope-Grant and Associates in Lower Manhattan. Essentially, along with Harrison, Quinn, Abby, and Huck, they were a big roll of duct tape to the elite. If there was a crisis brewing or a scandal bubbling over, OPGA was on the speed dial. She had gained a reputation of being no-nonsense and a fighter to the end. Harrison dubbed them 'Gladiators in Suits' and it fit well. Through her work, she had gained the respect of many heavy hitters, heavy hitters who weren't afraid to talk to the media…

Cyrus nearly broke her in two (and his evil reputation) after one of her former clients convinced his boss, a CEO of the one of the leading solar panel producers, to not only endorse the campaign but also give a hefty donation.

Women coming from all races and backgrounds absolutely adored her. They liked her work ethic, her colorful style, and most of all, the way she loved 'her boys'. Wives and mothers in the public eye were sometimes withdrawn, some to the point of appearing frigid but not his Livvie, never his Livvie...

One of the most circulated clips had been after his opening speech in Trenton had gotten him a standing ovation and she strutted right up to him, grabbed him by the navy blue tie she had personally tied, and plunged her tongue deep into his mouth. The companion picture of him smiling like a dazed idiot as she grinned up at him was also a media favorite, along with the one outside the bus showing off their ink.

The GPS coordinates of the hospital and Ger's birthdate had been incorporated into the cuff via vines and silver outlined with black calligraphic script.

Footage of her and Ger having a lightsaber duel in the grass near a Tennessee rest stop, complete with her wearing a Darth Maul mask and his black military jacket like a cape had gone viral, the last 20 seconds of them both playfully tackling a hysterically laughing James Novak (a Washington Post junior reporter and Cy's…friend) to the ground. Pictures of the two of them sightseeing, watching his speeches, and them coloring in the huge 'Fun Facts About the USA' coloring book had also been added to the media mix, creating a collage of optics.

Those optics showed a devoted, fiery wife and mother and thankfully, the optics imitated life instead of vice versa…

"You done for the day?" she asked as Ger settled in his bunk, his headphones in with Spongebob on the portable DVD player.

"Not quite. Cy wants to go over a couple of things for Iowa over dinner tonight."

"And he wants my input."

"We all do. A mind, especially a sharp one like yours, is a terrible thing to waste."

"Flattery will get me pregnant again, Professor Grant.", she teased with a waggle of her brows.

"It's not flattery if it's the truth…and I would love to get you pregnant again." he declared while resting a tender hand over her AC/DC shirt covered womb.

"Really?"

"Yes, really."

"Funny you should mention that. Ger just told me a couple of days ago that he wants a little sister for his birthday. I was kinda expecting him to ask for a puppy but…a little brother or sister doesn't seem like a bad idea at all."

"You mean it, Livvie?"

"Absolutely. Being an only child had its merits but it got lonely at times, especially after my super brain decided to make its debut."