"Da-ang talk about a sunburn," Isabelle whistled, helping Fitz carry Olivia's bags into the house.

"Nice save," Fitz laughed.

"Three more years," Isabelle reminded him, dropping Olivia's bag in the floor of the foyer.

"That eager to curse?" Fitz raised a brow, dropping his bags beside Olivia's.

"Yeah that's what I'm excited for." She shook her head, turning toward her sister and wrapping an arm around her waist, "So how does it feel being married?"

"Amazing," Olivia grinned, stealing a quick glance to the ring on her left hand, her wedding band, Fitz's grandmother's wedding band. She wore her engagement ring on her right hand - she couldn't stack them and had known that they wouldn't work together like that when she had made the choice, but both rings had become important for what they symbolised and she knew she wanted them to be her somewhat unconventional set.

"Mom kept calling while you were gone. I asked Huck to block the number if that's okay."

Fitz and Olivia exchanged a look before Fitz spoke, "I'm glad you asked Huck to block it."

"Yeah. I really don't even want to think about her."

"Me neither," Olivia agreed. "So what were you up to all week?"

"Well, I did throw that one wild party…" Isabelle giggled when Fitz threw a look her way, "Homework. Sophomore year is going to be...heck. It's going to be heck."

"You can say hell!" Fitz called over his shoulder on the way to the kitchen.

"Oh thank God," Isabelle sighed. "How was the honeymoon?"

"Okay. Never mind. I don't want to know. Gross." Isabelle pretended to gag when Olivia waggled her brows in Fitz's direction.

"Where are Alice and Eli?" Olivia asked, laughing at the teen's reaction.

"They went to the store. Something about fixing dinner for you guys tonight."

"They stayed here with you. I feel like we should be fixing dinner for them."

"Text them and let them know that I'm inviting my mom over."

"All the parents? What secret do you guys have?"

"I guess you'll have to wait and find out," Olivia winked, pulling her phone from her pocket. Typing a quick message, she hit send and slid her phone back into the sunny dress she wore.

"Can we talk later, Liv?"

Olivia frowned at the seriousness in Isabelle's tone.

"Of course."

/

"That was delicious. Thank you Eli." Deborah shoved her plate away, nodding down the table in Eli's direction.

"My pleasure." Eli returned her friendly nod, standing from his seat and rounding the table, clearing it of its dishes.

"I feel like we should be doing this," Olivia stated, eyeing her father as he carried a stack of bowls into the room.

"Nonsense. I told you that I was doing this," he winked, going to the kitchen and returning with a pan of brownies and a tub of vanilla ice cream. After making his infamous brownie sundaes for everyone, he returned to his seat, eyeing his daughter and new son-in-law as Fitz took her hand. The couple exchanged a glance before turning their attention to the table, still holding hands.

"Ahem," Fitz cleared his throat, drawing attention from the gathered family, "Olivia and I have an announcement."

"We're pregnant," Olivia gushed, her cheeks hurting from the wide smile that covered her face. They watched as their parents reacted in both shock and excitement. Alice looked at the couple knowingly. Eli reached across the table to shake Fitz's hand and Deborah had tears in her eyes. Audrey clapped her hands giddily and Isabelle gave them a thumbs up.

After dinner, Eli and Fitz retired to Fitz's 'man-cave' as Olivia had taken to calling it, while the girls settled into the living room. Settled into the pillows with throws over their laps, the ladies watched reruns of the Golden Girls. Deborah and Alice held glasses of red in their hands while Olivia, Audrey, and Isabelle sipped at grape juice.

"When do you find out what you're having?" Deborah inquired during a particular lull in the show.

"In two months."

"Any preference?" Isabelle turned her attention to her sister.

"I think a little boy that looks just like his dad would be adorable." Olivia smiled to herself, thinking of what a future son would look like.

"You do not want a miniature Fitz," Deborah laughed. "He was a very colicky baby."

"He still whines from time to time," Olivia giggled. She sat her glass to the side, smiling when her sister scooted closer to her on the sofa, laying her head on Olivia's shoulder.

/

"I'm going to be a grandpa." Eli shook his head, a shit-eating grin on his face as he lifted his glass of scotch to his lips.

"I'm going to be a dad."

"This kid isn't going to stand a chance," Eli chuckled, setting his glass on the edge of the table and grabbing his pool stick from its resting spot against the wall.

"Especially not if it's a girl."

"Especially not then," Eli agreed.