"Good morning."
Olivia lifted Kate and Max and turned up her nose.
"You stink."
She kneeled lowering them to the floor when she heard crying in the hallway. The sun wasn't up, and she already had too many things to do.
"What did I say about drinking after 7:00?"
"I was thirsty. I need more goodnites."
"I'm not buying that. Are your sheets in the hamper?"
Olivia was frustrated. She was trying to potty train Kate and Max and Nia couldn't stay dry. She was too on reliant goodnites."
Nia's lip quivered and her eyes watered. "I need them."
Fitz came in the kitchen and tried not to get in the middle of their battle. He and Olivia had already discussed it, and he agreed to stop buying diapers for Nia.
"No you don't. You can stay dry when you don't drink anything after 7:00."
"Are you making waffles this morning?!"
"No yelling, and you don't get waffles on Mondays. Lennox what did I say about running with that sword?"
"It's a lightsaber. I won't break anymore stuff."
"Mia has a tummy ache. She doesn't want to go to school." Carissa said.
Jayden came downstairs with his backpack and car keys. He kissed Olivia's cheek. "I hope you have more coffee."
"You can have it. Are you staying in your dorm this week?"
"Yes, I can't study here."
"Do you need anything before I go?" Fitz asked kissing Olivia's other cheek
"Yes, change Kate and Max and get Mia downstairs. Make sure she brushes her teeth."
"I don't like this cereal."
"I don't like whining before the sun is up. Sit down and do not get milk on your uniform."
Olivia checked backpacks for permission slips before running back upstairs to take care of her own grooming. She rarely had time for make up anymore. Her routine was simply a moisturizer and lipgloss.
One hour later, she was home alone staring at another load of laundry. She still had to clean the kitchen before she could take a much needed break. The maid would be there in a few hours, but Olivia was too embarrassed to let anyone see her house so junky. Her phone rang and she smiled seeing Jake's name on the caller ID. He hadn't called in weeks.
"So you do still know my number?"
"I've been very busy. How are you."
"I'm great. What have you been up too?"
"I'm planning a wedding."
"You're getting married?"
"Yes, I proposed last month."
"Congratulations."
"I won't be able to call you so frequently after I'm married. I hope you understand."
"I understand. I'm happy for you."
"You and your husband are invited. The invitation should be in your mailbox this week."
"Thank you. I don't think we can make it. We can't take the kids out of school for a vacation right now."
"Okay, you can come without your husband."
"Fitz would never allow that."
"I understand. You can call me whenever you need a friend. I'm always here for you Olivia."
"Thanks for calling. Send me pictures of your wedding and a bottle of champagne."
"I can do that. Goodbye Olivia."
"Goodbye Jake."
She was happy for him, and she was proud of herself. A few months ago, she would have laughed if anyone told her she would be a stay home mom to eight kids. She belonged to Fitz. He was very kind and understanding. He wasn't pressuring her for sex. Instead, he found creative ways to make her climax every night. She returned the favor and they were satisfied. She wanted her bruises to heal completely before they had sex again.
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"What do you need?" Olivia asked.
"A shower with you."
"Another shower?"
Olivia dropped her towel in the hamper and pulled his gray shirt off a hanger. He complained about not having anything to wear on Saturday mornings, but Olivia wasn't giving up his soft t-shirts.
"You should have waited for me."
"How about I wait for you out here."
"That's not good enough."
Fitz undressed and grabbed her hand pulling her towards the shower.
"Make it quick."
Olivia squealed when he turned on the center showerhead. He laughed and pulled her towards him. She grabbed a fistful of his brown curls. He grabbed both of her legs pinning her to the shower wall. Olivia gasped and tried to close her legs.
"Put me down."
"Put your hand down."
Olivia didn't want to let him win. He knew how much she hated getting her hair wet when it wasn't already curly. He held her legs higher. He had her in the perfect position.
He kissed her lips and Olivia held on tighter. She broke the kiss when he entered her with a hard thrust.
Fitz was getting a headache, but he wasn't stopping until she let go. He gave another deep thrust and Olivia's grip loosened. He expected a hard slap across the face. Instead, she opened her mouth for another kiss. Her legs trembled in his arms. This is what he wanted. He needed this.