The next morning, while everyone still slept, Isabelle crept into the kitchen. Fixing a cup of tea, she sat at the table and waited, sipping occasionally on the warm liquid. She hadn't gotten a chance to really speak to her sister the previous night - everyone was on a baby high and were busy celebrating.

"Isa?" Olivia's raspy voice filled the kitchen as she flipped the light switch. Isabelle blinked her eyes rapidly when light flooded the kitchen.

"Do I know him?"

"Huh?"

"My father. Do I know him?"

"You've met him."

She nodded her head, bringing her cup to her lips and sipping. "Does he know about me?"

"Yes."

"Can I contact him?" The sound of her cup clanking against the table echoed throughout the room.

"Yes. I have his number."

Her chair scraped against the floor as she pushed it back, standing. Turning to look at her sister, she asked, "Can I have it now?"

Olivia nodded, pulling her phone from the pocket of her blush robe and unlocking it. Scrolling through her contacts, she found Gabriel's number and sent it to Isabelle. The ding that sounded through the room moments later let them know that she had received it.

"Will you come with me?"

"You don't want to be alone?"

"No."

Olivia nodded, following Isabelle out of the kitchen. They made several turns down the halls until they arrived at her bedroom door. Inside the teen's room, they sat on her pink comforter, legs dangling off the side of the king-sized bed. Isabelle stared at the number Olivia had texted her, taking a deep breath before finally hitting it and turning her speakerphone on.

"Hello?" The authoritative male voice came across the phone, filling the room. Isabelle frowned. She knew that voice. Had heard it many times on her television and twitter feed.

"It's...Isabelle."

"Isabelle." His voice softened almost immediately.

"Olivia gave me your number."

"Did she…"

"She told me."

And with that, despite her apprehension, all of Isabelle's fears melted away. Her father wanted to know her. Olivia stayed for a half-hour, listening as Isabelle spoke with her father. When the conversation showed no sign of slowing and Isabelle seemed comfortable speaking with Gabriel, Olivia snuck out of the room.

By the time she made it back to the kitchen, the rest of the family was slowly trickling in, grabbing cups of coffee and settling at the breakfast table or on stools around the island. Olivia grinned at the sight of Fitz and her father working around the stove, fixing breakfast.

"What an unusual sight," Olivia teased, wrapping her arms around Fitz's waist and laying her head on his shoulder as she watched him flip a pancake.

"I couldn't find my wife," her heart fluttered at his words, "so I figured her father was the next best thing."

"Besides, our relationship is older," Eli chimed in, earning an amused snort from Olivia.

"Oh the stories I could tell you, Olivia," Deborah remarked from her place at the table.

"No one needs to hear those stories, Mama."

"Exactly. Mum's the word, mother," Fitz agreed with Eli.

Pecking her husband on the cheek, Olivia took a seat at the table between Alice and Deborah.

"Did you sleep well?" Olivia giggled at the two, very-important women in her life.

"Like a baby."

"A very drunk baby," Deborah elaborated.

"In our defense, we were making up for the fact that you couldn't drink." Alice winked.

"Oh? Was that what that was?"

"She May have been," Deborah shrugged, "but I was celebrating the announcement that my baby boy is having a baby."

From across the kitchen, Olivia could see the tips of Fitz's ears turning a rudy red at his mother's words. Olivia smiled, her heart melting at Deborah's adorable comment. Her child really was going to have the best grandparents.

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After all the parents had left for the respective homes (Deborah heading to her beach home in Malibu and Eli and family getting on their flight to Chicago), Isabelle approached Olivia and Fitz.

"Liv, Fitz." Isabelle was timid, her hands tucked behind her back, as she entered Fitz's office. Olivia stood behind Fitz, her finger pointed at something on his computer screen. They had been discussing sales. So far, the first month for her cosmetics company was blowing all projections out of the water. They had really taken off running.

"What's up?" Fitz glanced toward the nervous teen standing in the doorway. Olivia lifted her gaze, tilting her head while she waited for her sister's response.

"You know how winter break is almost three weeks long?"

"Yes?" Olivia reared her hand on the back of Fitz's chair.

"Would it...can I...I'd like to go to Paris for the first week."

"I don't know if we can't fit that in our schedules," Fitz stated, his hand going to his mouse. As he was pulling his schedule up, Isabelle began speaking:

"You don't have to...My dad invited me."

"You want to go?"

"Yeah. He seems...He didn't know. I want to know him."

Fitz glanced at Olivia, his eyes meeting hers. What seemed like an eternity passed as the two had a silent conversation with their eyes before Fitz turned his attention back to Isabelle.

"Okay."