Author's Note: Good afternoon and Happy Friday, everyone. First off, I'd like to start this A/N with a tip of the hat and hells yeah to KW who is now KW-Asomugha as of the end of June. She kept things quiet and classy (which is standard operating procedure with her) and Tumblr went BOOM when it all came out. Not to mention the rest of the media but as far as I'm concerned, if she's happy, then I am too. It's like what the Great Sassy Kingsley said during his DIE, FANGIRLS, DIE video: let them be great. Regardless of relationship status, she's still my favorite actress and so it's pretty much case closed in my big book of opinions. Go 'head, girl. Get you some happy and maybe you and the good football player can make some jam in the countryside down the line….

Unfortunately, there were a few ignorant ass people who were amazed at the fact that she married a black man (probably the same pack of ignorant ass people who are completely aghast at the fact that Olitz is a swirl couple…) and I've decided to be even more direct with that subject in this brief but hopefully enjoyable update of Shattering.

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

21 Weeks on the Trail: "We got hit by the Thunderbolt and never got back up…" pt. 4

KM: There are some individuals out there who see your marriage as controversial, not only due to the age difference but because you're an interracial couple. What do you want to say in response?

"The age difference complaint is new…"

"We're only 8 years apart, which isn't that bad when one thinks about it. I mean, Grover Cleveland and his wife were 27 years apart."

"Yeah but times were different then, Fitz. Girls could get married as early as 16 back in the day and it was seen as normal. Sometimes even earlier."

"True…I don't see it as a problem. Olivia and I communicate just fine where it matters and honestly, she's a lot older than me mentally to begin with."

"Oh, come on, Fitz!"

"I'm serious!"

"I know you are…as for race, he's just Fitz and I'm just his Livvie. I mean, yes, there are cultural differences and hang-ups we have to contend with sometimes but I can firmly say that whether he was white, black, or a one eyed purple people eater, I'd still have become friends with him and I still would've fallen in love with him because of the way he is on the inside…what?"

"One eyed purple people eater, Livvie?"

"With a handlebar mustache."

(Her fingers draw the aforementioned mustache on her face and Fitz shakes his head, smiling in a 'my woman is crazy and that's why I love her' way…)

"Wow…"

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KM: Have you addressed the subject of race with your son?

"Oh yes. He's actually the one who first brought it up."

KM (pleasantly surprised): Oh?

"He was about 3 and he came up and asked me one day, 'Daddy, how come you're pink and Momma's brown?' and Liv she…it was breakfast time so she got three glasses, put some milk in each of them, and got a bottle of chocolate sauce."

"I poured a lot in one glass and stirred it so it was chocolate milk and then I found one of my friend Abby's sifters, put it in the middle glasses and let the syrup filter through slowly."

KM: Biology class…

"Yes. Liv explained to him that people were like all the glasses. They could stand alone and be good or they can be mixed together and still be good."

"And then Fitz said that it wasn't what a person was like on the outside that mattered but it was what's on the inside. Whether he likes someone or not should be because of who they are and not because of what they look like."

KM: Have you two considered writing a parenting book?

(Both of them look genuinely surprised at that question and a deep blush tints both of their cheeks as they look away from the camera modestly.)

"Maybe we should..."