Hey everybody, ya'll alright? I know, it's been a while. Honestly, with everything going on, I just didn't feel like writing. I still don't, but it's time to finish these last few chapters and complete this story. A lot of you won't like a certain part of the update, and that's okay. I believe in apologies and forgiveness, so…

I started writing and couldn't stop so it is long, and as usual, very detailed.

Enjoy,

TBOT

I'm sorry. I didn't thank you all for staying with me and this story for over a year and for leaving kind comments and PMs. Trust me, it is ALL appreciated.

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March

"Cis, right now I'm not sure what we're going to do." Seated in the breakfast nook of her kitchen, Olivia sipped her chamomile tea while talking to her sister.

"Well I'm sure you and Fitz will figure it out, and make the best decision for your family."

Olivia nodded, as if her sister could see her.

"What time's your appointment with Coleman?" Cecily asked, changing the subject and trying to keep her opinion to herself.

Olivia glanced at the clock on the microwave.

"Ten." It was currently eight-thirty.

"Okay. Mine's at eleven so I'll see you later."

"Okay, Cis, I'll see you then."

"Bye, Lib. Love you."

"Love you too, Cis. Bye."

Cecily ended the call and Olivia continued to sit and sip her tea in the quiet house. Her husband had taken their daughter, first to dance class and later to taekwondo. Her husband. They'd been married for three months and life in the Grant household was beyond great. It also had its share of ups and downs. Married life was real. It was work. They had their moments, like any other married couple. Was their union perfect? Absolutely not. But they loved each other, and they were a team. They didn't see eye to eye on everything, but they had each other's back.

The newlyweds had both admitted that being married was the same, but different, since not much about their relationship had changed now that they were husband and wife. When they'd begun living together all those months ago, they'd had to adjust to having a child in the house. That is why making love in the shower in the morning had become their ritual and they hadn't allowed their parenting duties or being newlyweds, change that. It was their refuge, their private playground. They needed that time together. It was where the knocks on the bedroom door, or the sad and pitiful cries for mommy and daddy, could not be heard.

Elliott knew the rule: Knock on the bedroom door before entering. If they didn't answer, which was rare, she didn't go in. That was an adjustment for the little girl since there had always been an open door policy to her mommy's bedroom. They were still working on that.

Olivia sat quietly sipping her tea and absently rubbing her belly. The evidence of her pregnancy was more prominent now, which irritated and pleased her at the same time. It meant that none of her clothes fit anymore, but she was trying not to think about that. She'd literally popped overnight and it made everything more real to her and Fitz. He was captivated by the subtle changes in her body, awed by the realization that there was a tiny life growing inside of her. A smile spread across her face as she thought about their new normal.

Like many pregnant women, Olivia experienced major mood swings. There would be times when she would be overflowing with joy, almost to the point of delirium; then, before you knew it, her mood would change to the extreme opposite and she would cry at the drop of a hat. Fitz understood and never took any of it personally. Instead, he tried to always be attentive and sensitive to her needs. Sometimes it was a bit much, and she had to remind him that she was pregnant, not on her deathbed.

Fitz had kept his word, and was there for every step of her pregnancy. He made sure she was happy and as comfortable as possible. He dealt with her sore muscles, heightened sense of smell, and swollen feet. His foot and back massages were lethal. She'd come home exhausted, the tiredness of being pregnant catching up with her. He made sure the freezer was stocked with his wife's favorite Salted Caramel Cluster ice cream, and when she craved a split or chili cheese fries from Ben's, he was on it. He also read the classic What to Expect When You're Expecting so he'd be better equipped to empathize with her, and know how to help. So far, he'd accompanied her to every doctor's appointment so he would know exactly what was going on with the pregnancy.

She felt like a walking disaster some days, as her body went through a serious transformation, but Fitz always reassured her that she was still beautiful and that he loved her immensely. He was a trooper through it all. For Olivia, this pregnancy was different in every way than the first, and a lot of it had to do with Fitz. He was accommodating to all of her requests, especially her raging hormones. He laughed when she ripped off his clothes whenever their daughter wasn't around. He didn't seem to mind that at all.

Olivia chuckled, shaking her head, as she stood, grabbing her mug, and wandered into the family room. They had two more months in this house before moving to La Casa Grant. She stopped at the fireplace and looked at the photos lining the mantel. Elliott. Family. Their wedding. Josie had done an excellent job capturing its magnificence. Olivia smiled remembering their wedding night. Mr. Grant had pleased Miss Olivia most of the night and into early Sunday morning. She was glowing more than usual at the Sunday family brunch and from the sly smiles they received, everybody knew why.

Touching a photo of her and Fitz on the beach, her smile grew wider thinking about their honeymoon on the small private Isle of Mustique. They'd stayed in a fully staffed private villa with a private beach. What they saw the first week was absolutely breathtaking, but most of their time was spent sequestered in the master suite of the villa engaging in sexual activities.

Week two they actually left the villa to sail and sightsee. Olivia lay out on the boat's deck, while Fitz snorkeled in the hidden coves with a guide, and had spa treatments while he went deep sea diving and fishing. They also toured the island, spent time on their private beach and swam naked in the ocean. Of course they also made wild, crazy love at every opportunity. Fitz was right, she needed to pack light because she spent most of her time in a bathing suit or naked. Attentive, generous, Fitz catered to his wife's every whim. By the time they left, they were both tanned, more in love, worn out and in need of a vacation from their vacation.

When they returned to D.C., and to their daughter, they were not surprised that she'd made out like a bandit with new toys and clothes that she certainly did not need, especially two weeks AFTER Christmas. Her two sets of doting grandparents and her beloved tante had spoiled her rotten. Their defense had been that she was so pitiful and miserable while they were away that they'd taken her shopping just to cheer her up. This was news to them because she didn't appear to be sad or missing them very much the times they'd spoken with her.

Married life was bliss but the world outside finally came crashing in when a letter arrived addressed to Mr. and Mrs. Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III, with an Arizona return address. Olivia knew who it was from immediately. She also knew that the sender had addressed them both, and sent it to their home because otherwise Fitz may have tossed it without ever reading it. Including Olivia would guarantee that the letter was at least read by one of them. He was right. As expected, Fitz hit the roof and didn't want to hear anything his brother had to say. Olivia read the letter anyway.

Ford Grant desperately wanted to make amends to his parents and Fitz and Olivia, the people he'd hurt deeply. He'd invited them all to his therapy session, and Fitz was adamant about not going. He didn't want to go and he sure as hell didn't want Olivia to go. Olivia wasn't sure about how she felt, but she wasn't going to allow Fitz to tell her what she could or couldn't do. The letter's arrival had burst their happy bubble, and they'd tried to discuss it a few days ago.

"You're pregnant, Livvie. You don't need to fly across country to deal with Ford's crazy. None of us do. I'm going to do whatever I need to do to make sure he never hurts either of us again. I don't think we should go."

"You're still angry with your brother, and I understand that, Fitz. But he reached out to you AND your parents. He's been in therapy for the last seven months and it appears that he's made some progress. I don't think his therapist would've even made the suggestion to invite you if he was still the same person." Thinking about her sister, Olivia knew that the sibling bond was the longest relationship most people would ever have and she didn't want Fitz to sever ties with his brother without some kind of closure.

He rolled his eyes toward the ceiling. "You're too nice. I can't afford to be nice when it comes to my brother."

"Fitz, it's not about being nice. It's about doing what's right. Until you resolve things with your brother a part of you will always hold resentment and bitterness in your heart." She exhaled slowly, knowing he wasn't going to like what she said next. "You need to give your brother a chance to explain himself. Hating him not only hurts you, but our family as well."

Fitz didn't respond. He knew his wife was right. His parents had moved from being angry with their younger son, to being very disappointed. They hadn't stopped loving Ford, they knew he was sick and wanted to see him well. Fitz didn't blame them; after all, Ford was their son. But HE didn't have to attend the session and he certainly didn't want his wife anywhere near his brother.

"I don't like that he even got us involved in this. He knew what he was doing when he included you. This conversation is what he was hoping would happen."

Olivia nodded. "I understand Fitz, I really do. Why don't you take some time and think about it before you make a final decision."

Shaking his head, Fitz stood to his feet. Not saying another word, he exited their bedroom. Olivia could hear his footsteps moving down the hallway towards their daughter's bedroom before reversing course and heading towards the stairs. She blew out a deep sigh. She was learning that Fitz could be exceptionally sensitive about some things and with everything that had happened he was particularly sensitive when it came to Ford.

They were currently at an impasse. And the next move was up to Fitz. She would give him the space he needed to decide what he wanted to do. Olivia sighed deeply before heading up the stairs to shower and get ready for her hair appointment.

X

After Olivia's hair appointment, pedicure and manicure, Cecily talked her into a little retail therapy. They'd shopped, mostly for their children, until Olivia's feet began to ache and she headed home. Her husband and daughter were already there. She let herself in and made her way upstairs, and found them in Elliott's room.

Olivia stood in the door watching them. Elliott was sitting on her father's lap in the rocking chair, reading one of the many big sister books they'd bought for her, to him. She loved their unbreakable father-daughter bond. The pride of unexpected fatherhood had entirely changed him. Their relationship reminded Olivia of her relationship with her own father. She was a daddy's girl, and though nothing about her relationship with Elliott had changed, she conceded that her baby was definitely becoming a daddy's girl too.

They were like two peas in a pod and seeing that closeness always brought Olivia joy. Fitz was trooper. He had been subjected to tea parties, fashion shows, spa treatments and he never missed a hair appointment at Elliott's hair salon. They played with her dolls and on more than one occasion he'd taken her baby doll into his office after she'd left it in his truck, because Elliott didn't want her to be lonely all day while she was at school. There were at least four dolls currently lined up on the sofa in his office.

Fitz was getting much better at styling her hair, and he could shampoo, condition and detangle their daughter's hair better than Olivia.

She never failed to crack up when Elliott gave him a makeover. Of course he could've been Bozo's twin, but he would do anything for his little girl. They played dress-up, and he didn't hesitate to wear the feather boas, tiaras and all of the jewelry he'd won playing Pretty Pretty Princess. Just last month, on Valentine's Day, they'd chosen to stay home with their daughter and Fitz had worn pajamas with little hearts to match his baby's. Say nothing of the number of times he had watched Disney movies, and eaten his share of imaginary food prepared by Elliott. He'd introduced her to E.T. and she'd loved it. And, he'd volunteered to perform with her in her spring dance recital.

Fitz loved creating memories for his baby girl. He'd rather be with her than doing anything else. He was the ultimate girl dad, and they were thick as thieves.

Elliott saw her first. "Mommy!" She closed the book, jumped from her father's lap, and ran over to her mother, trying to hug her around her waist. Olivia leaned down and kissed her daughter's forehead. She was wearing a grey mermaid sweater dress which had been a Christmas gift from her Yaya, and patterned tights. Her hair was in the same bun Olivia had styled for her earlier that morning, albeit now it was very messy.

"Hi, sweet pea. How was dance class, and taekwondo?" She asked as she looked over at her husband who had stood from the rocking chair and walked towards his two loves.

"Fine. Daddy learned how to plie and jete in class today," she said before kissing her mother's protruding belly.

Olivia chuckled and looked up at her husband, lifting a brow. "He did?"

"Uh-huh. But Ms. Misty said he needs a little more work."

Olivia threw back her head and laughed as her husband pulled her into his arms.

"It's not that funny, Livvie," he said, as he looked down into her gorgeous face.

She nodded. "Oh yes it is, babe."

Fitz hugged her as close as he could. "Hi."

She smiled up at him. "Hi."

"How was your day?" he asked as one hand automatically traveled to her belly. "Your hair's beautiful by the way."

"Thank you. Cis and I did a little shopping. We had to cut it short because my feet started to ache."

He looked at her feet and then back at her. "Are you okay?" he asked with concern in his voice. They'd had long conversations about her wearing heels and she'd told him that she'd know when it was time to put them away. Apparently today was the day because she was wearing suede booties with a lower heel.

"I'm fine Fitz. I just can't shop until I drop anymore."

"Mommy?" Elliott interrupted their conversation.

"Yes, sweet pea?" she asked, looking down at their little girl.

"Can we please have tacos for dinner? Daddy said it's okay with him if it's okay with you."

"Oh, really?" Olivia asked glancing at Fitz.

"Uh-huh," Elliott nodded. "Can we, Mommy?"

"I'd loved tacos tonight," she answered, smiling down at the grinning child.

"Yay," the little girl squealed with joy.

Fitz and Olivia laughed at their child's antics.

He wrapped his arms around his wife from behind as they watched Elliott run into her closet and walk out with a pair of black leather boots. She sat at her table, unzipped them and slid them on.

"We don't have to eat Mexican tonight, babe. We can have whatever you want."

Olivia shook her head. "Elle has her heart set on tacos, and now, so do I." She turned her head and smiled at him.

Fitz leaned down and kissed her cheek. "You sure?"

She nodded. "Positive."

Fitz turned to their daughter. "Alright princess, let's fix your hair and then we're out of here."

"Okay, Daddy" she said, and took off for her bathroom, probably to get her hair basket.

When she was gone, he turned Olivia to face him. "Are you sure you want Mexican, Livvie?"

Olivia sighed and rolled her eyes in exasperation. "Fitz, it really is okay. And El Rinconcito Café is perfect. I love their enchiladas."

He kissed her lips and lightly swatted her backside. "I'm going to fix her hair. You just have a seat and wait for us."

She laughed as he walked away. "I'll be in our bedroom."

X

Later, Olivia sat on the sofa in the sitting area of their bedroom reading emails on her tablet. They'd returned from dinner stuffed and tired. As usual, Elliott had fallen asleep before they reached the driveway and Fitz had had to carry her up to bed. Together they undressed her and got her into her pajamas. She remained asleep throughout the process. They stood watching her sleep for a minute, Bugsy in her arms, before exiting her room. When Olivia turned to walk into their bedroom, Fitz kissed her cheek and told her he was going downstairs for a while. She nodded. She knew the situation with his brother's request was still on his mind and he needed to think it through.

After an hour, she stood from the sofa and walked to her bathroom to shower and prepare for bed. She would give Fitz thirty more minutes before he came upstairs. She knew her husband well. He would offer an apology for walking away when they were talking earlier that week, and then they would discuss going to Arizona, as a couple. She and Fitz talked about everything. It was the foundation of their marriage. Especially after what they'd gone through the last five years. Communication was important to them. He just needed to assure himself that seeing his brother wouldn't blow up anything else in their lives.

After cleansing her face and brushing her teeth, Olivia stepped under the multi-head shower, her mind on her husband.

Olivia was sitting up in bed still reading emails when her cell phone rang. Smiling when she saw her mother-in-love's name, she answered.

"Hello, Grammy," she said cheerily. Christine laughed. "Olivia. Hello darling. I hope I'm not calling too late. How are you?"

"I'm fine. Baby Grant's asleep and I'm trying to get a little work done before turning in for the night."

"Well don't overdo it."

Olivia chuckled. "No chance of that, not with my husband around."

"Don't I know it," they both laughed. "Speaking of my son, I've been trying to call him, but my calls are going straight to voicemail. Is he there?"

Olivia sighed, trying to decide if she wanted to involve Fitz's parents in their ongoing discussion. Her hesitation led to Christine asking another question.

"Is everything okay?"

Olivia sighed, "Fitz is upset about Ford reaching out to us. He doesn't want us going to Arizona."

"I was afraid of that. So what are you going to do?"

"I don't know. But honestly, I think we should go and hear him out, for Fitz's sake, if for no other reason. He misses his brother, even if he won't admit it."

"I agree. But you and I both know that Fitzgerald will never admit it."

"I would never go by myself but I am curious as to what Ford has to say. Why he felt he needed to reach out and ask us in the first place."

"Well, Ford is the reason I called. JR and I have agreed to attend a session April. I was hoping that you and Fitzgerald would agree to go with us."

"So far, Christine, the answer is no. We discussed it earlier last week but we haven't decided. I'm not sure why he isn't answering his phone."

"Are you sure everything's okay."

"I hate it when there's tension between us. He closes himself off and shuts me out. It rarely happens, but it isn't a good feeling."

"No, it's not, but you know how to handle Fitzgerald. He gets frustrated when he can't control a situation but everything isn't for him to handle. One day he'll figure that out."

Olivia blew out a breath, taking what Christine had said in, trying to figure out what to do. Her mother-in-love chuckled softly, as if reading her mind.

"Stop worrying, it's not good for my grandbaby. Everything's going to work out. Fitzgerald loves you and you love him. Nothing you two decide will change that. Personally, and I know you didn't ask, I think seeing his brother after all this time will help him. And whether he likes it or not, there are going to be moments when they're going to have to try and get along. They don't have to like each other, but I want them to at least be able to stay in a room together."

"Thank you, Christine," she said as her eyes filled with tears.

"For what? I didn't do anything."

"For listening."

"Always, Olivia. Okay?"

"Okay."

"I'll call Fitzgerald tomorrow. You kiss my ladybug for me and get some sleep."

Olivia chuckled. "I will. Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Olivia," Christine said before ending the call.

Ten minutes later when Fitz entered the bedroom, Olivia was still reading from her tablet. She looked up and smiled at him. She was wearing a new pair of glasses with blue tortoise shell frames, and her hair was tied up in a silk scarf. Fitz gave her that crooked grin before walking across the room and joining her on the bed. He kissed her cheek. He'd had a drink downstairs and he was sure she could smell the scotch.

"Hi."

"Hi, yourself." She responded.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

She glanced down at her tablet. "Reading emails that I can no longer ignore."
He chuckled.

"Your mother called. She said her calls to your cell were going straight to voicemail."

"My battery died," he said holding up the device. He took a deep breath. "Did she tell you why she called?"

Olivia nodded. "She and your father are scheduled to go to Sedona next month for Ford's session. They want to know what we've decided to do." She looked up at him.

Fitz sighed and moved to stand up from the bed. "I'm going to shower." He leaned over and kissed his wife again before walking to the bathroom and closing the door.

Olivia noticed that he didn't respond, but she knew her husband well enough to know that he would eventually tell her what he'd decided to do. She went back to reading her emails and waited.

Twenty minutes later Fitz walked out of the bathroom with a towel slung around his waist; low around his waist. Olivia glanced up at him and took a long, slow eyeful of her husband before returning to her tablet. He pulled opened a drawer, grabbed a pair of pajama pants and slid them on. He picked up the towel and tossed it into the hamper before joining his wife in bed again. His hair was still damp and he looked sleepy and sexy.

As Fitz got comfortable, Olivia removed her glasses and shut down her tablet, placing them both on the night table. He pulled her into his arms, a hand cradling her belly.

"You smell fantastic, Mr. Grant."

Fitz chuckled. "I love walking around smelling like you. It keeps you close to me, Mrs. Grant."

She turned and looked at him before kissing his chin. "That's so sweet babe."

He gently stroked Olivia's belly, hoping to feel Bean kicking. They still didn't know the baby's gender and the longer they waited, the more they leaned toward the element of surprise. They'd taken Elliott to Olivia's last OB appointment two weeks ago, hoping to find out, but Jellybean wouldn't cooperate. The baby was in a position that had obscured its genitalia. Fitz and Olivia took it as a sign and decided that they really didn't want to know. If they found out, fine, but they were also okay with waiting.

"How are you feeling?" he asked.

"Bean and I are doing just fine."

"Are you hungry?"

"No. I'm good."

Fitz grinned. "For now."

In an hour she'd be starving and he'd be on his way down to the kitchen for a snack. Olivia chuckled. "Yep, you're right."

He laughed at her comment and squeezed her a little tighter. "Livvie," he whispered.

"Yes?" She angled her head and looked into his eyes as he stared at her.

"Have I told you how beautiful you are?"

She smiled softly and nodded. "You have."

"Have I told you how much I love you?"

"You tell me every day."

He leaned down and kissed her scarf covered head.

"Why do you ask?"

"Just making sure I'm handling my business."

"You're doing a great job, Fitz," she responded.

"You'd tell me if I wasn't right?"

She laughed. "Definitely."

They were quiet for a minute or two before Fitz exhaled sharply. "I want to go to Arizona to hear what my brother has to say."

Olivia remained silent but inside she was relieved. Her husband needed this closure with his brother, they both did.

"I trust your judgment, Livvie. And I shouldn't have just walked away. I'm sorry."

Olivia moved out of his arms so she could face him. She pressed a hand to his cheek. "I know, babe. This is hard for you. Your brother caused all of us so much hurt and pain, and the idea of being in a room with him and listening to anything he has to say turns my stomach, but it needs to be done. Sometimes the feelings of hurt and pain can take a while to resolve, but he's offering an olive branch toward healing."

Fitz nodded in agreement.

"Who knows, listening may get you to a place of some sort of forgiveness."

"Forgiveness?" Fitz asked. He still felt some hatred whenever his brother's name was mentioned. Yet his wife was talking about forgiving him.

"Yes, Fitz, forgiveness. It's not easy. But it's necessary. Anger and bitterness will eat you alive, destroying you from the inside out. It's toxic. I need you healthy and happy, and so do our children."

Fitz nodded. His wife was right. He had been experiencing those feelings and more, but he was keeping them buried beneath his seemingly perfect facade.

"If I choose to forgive my brother, it won't be because he needs it, but because I do."

Olivia nodded and lifted his hand, with the sparkly pink nails, courtesy of their daughter, and brought it to her lips.

"You don't have to forgive until you're ready, Fitz."

Fitz brushed her cheek with the tips of his fingers. He knew he needed to forgive. Allowing the hate, pain, anger and bitterness to fester could affect his health. Left unchecked, that poison could kill him. And he definitely wasn't willing to risk that.

"Just know that forgiving your brother doesn't make you weak, it sets you free. It also means that you cannot use anything he's done as a weapon against him in the future. Now that doesn't mean that the discussions about what he did ends, but they can help rebuild your relationship with Ford." She kissed his hand again. "If that's what you want."

"Thank you, Livvie."

"For what?" She asked with a frown. "For realizing how much you were holding in? Or for caring about how it was affecting you?" She cupped his chin. "None of this changes the way I feel about you, Fitz."

At that moment, he couldn't have loved her more. The intensity of her support humbled him, and filled him with a sense of calm. "I don't know why I tried to hide all of this from you."

She chuckled. "I don't know either. That's what I'm here for."

Fitz laughed. "Yes, ma'am."

Olivia smiled at him and it melted his heart. "No, that's yes dear."

He nodded. She was his dear; and his love, and his partner.

"Yes, dear," he said softly. "Thank goodness I've got you."

Fitz reached out and pulled her onto his lap, hugging her with the certainty that she was as devoted to him as he was to her. He gently turned her face towards him and lowered his mouth to hers, kissing her tenderly. The kiss grew hotter, deeper, and he slowly laid her back onto the mound of pillows.

"Mommy?" A small voice called out from the other side of the door, followed by a knock.

Fitz dropped his forehead to Olivia's and sighed. His wife laughed at their daughter's timing and watched as he sat up and left the bed. He went to the door and opened it. Elliott stood holding Bugsy by one ear and looking up at her father with those eyes.

"I want Mommy, Daddy."

Fitz couldn't tell her 'no,' so he motioned with his head towards the bed where her mother was waiting with open arms. The little girl grinned and ran across the room, climbed onto the bed and snuggled next to her mother.

"Why are you awake, sweet pea?" Olivia asked, before kissing Elliott's forehead. "I thought you were sound asleep."

"I woke up," Elliott said around a wide yawn. Olivia looked at her husband and they both chuckled.

"How about a story, princess?" Fitz suggested, smiling at his baby girl as he climbed back into the bed.

Elliott bobbed her head up and down, liking the idea. Fitz had started making up silly stories with his daughter's help, encouraging her creativity and imagination.

Fitz lifted his arm and Elliott moved to rest against his side. Olivia moved closer settling her head on Fitz's pillow. He got comfortable and settled in for the night with his girls.

Snuggled between her parents, Elliott pulled the covers under her chin as her father began.

"This is a story about a mouse who lives in a house where the only thing to eat is cheese. The problem is, cheese makes him sneeze."

Elliott giggled and snuggled closer to her father. He continued with whatever came into his head. Together he and his daughter spun a nonsensical tale. Fitz was really getting into it but stopped when Elliott was no longer adding to the story. He looked down into her face and saw that she had fallen asleep, so had her mother. He kissed them both but didn't move right away. He would eventually take his daughter back to her bed, but for now he lay holding his family, his entire world, in his arms, thinking, life couldn't get any better than this.

X

The following Monday, Fitz contacted his brother's therapist and agreed to attend the family session with his parents. He still had reservations but he was willing to listen to what his brother had to say.

Since they'd be in Arizona during Elliott's spring break, Olivia had suggested a babymoon. They were surprising their daughter with a trip to Disneyland after the therapy session. Fitz was skeptical at first but once Olivia had cleared the trip with Fatima, who had no concerns or foresaw any complications with her traveling, he agreed. She wouldn't ride anything dangerous and would keep walking to a minimum. They had invited their friends in L.A. to join them so Elliott would have other kids to ride with. While Fitz, Frank and Deacon ran around after the park with their children, Olivia, Anais and Joie would enjoy the adult the amenities at the Grand Californian and Spa. As usual, it was all going to be a surprise to Elliott.