A/N: Fuck it. I wrote more. Hope you enjoy!

These Are The Days

4 weeks

She's sick when she wakes up in the morning - that's how she knows. Pregnancy always makes her sick. And after six months of trying and not being sick, she is so unbelievably happy to be sitting here on the bathroom floor, leaning back against the mosaic tiles, shivering from the cold April night and her stomach still contracting beneath her diaphragm and, above all, the excitement.

Another baby.

They'd almost given up hope - and that was okay. Their family already feels complete; a third child would be a blessing, but not a necessity.

Now that she's here, though, and almost certain her instinct is right, it hits her just how much she's been longing for this to happen. It's dominated her thoughts, her plans; seeped into their sex life so that every time she's left wondering, "Was that it? Did we just make a baby?" And she can see it in Fitz's eyes too, when they're curled up together afterwards. The hope; the ridiculous feeling that they're somehow failing, even though conception is a natural and miraculous process immune to their deepest desires, their best attempts. There's no 'A for effort'; just 'Keep on trying'.

When she feels her nausea has settled a little, she takes a pregnancy test. She's done them at random over the last few months, just in case - but today is so different. Today is for confirmation. While she waits she washes her face, brushes her teeth. It's only six AM. She's wondering if the girls will be awake soon, or if she and Fitz will have some time alone to process the news first. To celebrate. It doesn't even cross her mind that it might be negative.

It isn't.

She runs into their bedroom; lifts the covers, climbs onto him. He's sleeping on his side so she's straddling his hip, her torso resting along his arm, her chin tucked over his shoulder.

"Fitz."

He grumbles. She smiles as she kisses the corner of his jaw, nuzzles her nose against his ear. God, she loves him so much. It's almost uncontainable, sometimes.

"Fitzy, wake up. Guess what?"

He starts to turn and she lifts her hips, letting him roll onto his back. There's the faintest slither of light from the landing, just enough to make out the shape of his face. She knows where his lips are from memory and kisses him, her hands on his warm neck, thumbs brushing over his stubble. His morning erection is nestled between her thighs, strong and familiar.

"Hi," he murmurs, holding onto her waist. "What's up?"

She can't keep it in. "We did it - we made a baby!"

There's a beat.

"What? Liv!" He sits up suddenly, taking her with him, squeezing her tight. "Oh my God. Are you sure?"

She doesn't think she's ever smiled so hard before, her lips curved against his hair as she returns his embrace with all her strength. "I just took a test," she says quietly. "Before that, I was sick."

"Oh, sweetheart." He draws back; brushes his fingertips over her face in the dark. He knows her by memory, too. "Are you feeling okay?"

"I feel… so happy. I can't believe it. I thought it might never happen."

"So did I."

He leans away, switches on the bedside lamp. She blinks, taking him in in all his sleep-ruffled glory. The blue of his eyes still takes her breath away.

"You're going to be a daddy again," she says tenderly, running her fingers through his chestnut curls.

"And you'll be a mommy of three."

She squeals. He laughs and kisses her chin, her mouth. "I love you, Livvie. You're amazing."

His hand comes to rest on her belly, saying hello to the third baby they've made together, snug and safe inside her womb. She rests her forehead against his and sighs with such contentment. "I love you more."

"I love you most." His voice is firm.

This time, she knows better than to argue.

8 weeks

She's been having some bleeding.

Just a few spots over the last twenty-four hours, but it's more than enough to freak her out. She's still being sick in the mornings and there's no pain, which should be reassuring, but she barely sleeps the night before the urgent scan she organized. How will she tell Fitz if she loses their baby? It will break his heart.

It will break her entirely.

She hides it all from him. He'd worry so much, and what would be the point? She's worrying enough for them both anyway.

But she needn't have. She drops the girls at kindergarten and drives straight to her OB's office; as soon as the probe touches her belly, she sees her baby and she just knows it's all okay. Her doctor confirms it: "There's the heartbeat."

She cries.

It's relief, initially, and then it's overwhelming love for this tiny life inside of her; finally, it's because she feels so selfish. She should have told Fitz - then he could be here with her, could be seeing their child for the first time too. It doesn't seem fair that he's missing out.

She takes a video of the ultrasound on her phone, as her OB assesses them both. Olivia is no expert but as far as she's concerned, her baby looks utterly perfect.

"I can't see a cause for your bleeding," Dr Lee tells her after a full examination. "There's nothing that concerns me. Some women do get spotting; often it stops, but sometimes it can continue until twelve weeks, or twenty weeks, or occasionally all the way through pregnancy."

"But my baby is okay?"

"Your baby is doing just fine. You're eight weeks, three days today. So your due date is… December twentieth. A Christmas baby."

That's how she tells Fitz, later, when she gets home and he's back from his early morning photoshoot, opening mail in the kitchen. "Guess what?"

He puts down the letters and takes her into his arms, a frown on his handsome face. "The last time you asked me that, you told me you were pregnant. So I really can't imagine what's happened now."

She beams at him. "We… are having a Christmas baby!"

"What?"

He skim-reads the scan report she hands him. "I had some spotting yesterday," she explains, "But it's all fine. There's nothing wrong with me, or our little bean."

"Why didn't you tell me?" he asks, his frown deepening, as she takes out her phone and opens the video.

"I didn't want you to worry. Look."

This is the way to handle Fitz, when his protective instincts start to get the better of him: distraction. And what could be more consuming than a film of their unborn child, moving its little limbs inside her?

"Oh wow."

They watch together in silence, his arm around her shoulders, her head resting on his chest. He presses replay several times.

"I'm so sorry you weren't there," she says quietly.

Fitz lifts her onto the counter and draws her close. "It's okay. I forgive you. I'd forgive you anything, sweet baby. I'm just glad you're both alright."

She rubs his nose with hers; lets her mouth fall softly onto his and linger there, as they smile and make contented noises together.

"Did your doctor give you any advice about sex?" he asks eventually, placing gentle kisses on her neck.

Her head tilts back, her legs gripping his hips. "She said it was fine. I'd like to wait a bit, though. Just to make sure the bleeding is settling."

"Okay." He continues on with his kisses, his hands massaging her thighs. "How do you feel about a little… finger play?"

She laughs at his choice of words, even as he presses his fingertips against her center through her jeans, conjuring the most delicious rush of heat.

"I feel… pretty good," she admits, letting him rub circles on her, melting into his expert touch. "And we do have a child-free house for another two hours."

"So, we should make the most of it - is that what you're saying?"

She slips down from the countertop and takes his hand. "That is definitely what I'm saying."

12 weeks

Olivia reaches twelve weeks just before Lila's fifth birthday. Her bleeding did stop, and then she started to show and her boobs began to grow, and she finally felt reassured. The girls haven't noticed yet but Rufus, their dog, seems to know something has changed: he's by her side constantly, and in the evenings he'll lie with his head on her belly, protecting her and the baby. Fitz always looks a little jealous, because he wants to be the one who gets to snuggle her while they watch TV, and it makes her smile and adore him even more.

He was there for her three-month scan earlier in the week, which revealed normal growth, strong heartbeat, no concerns. This is definitely her final pregnancy, but seeing his face as he watched the screen, witnessing the tears forming in his eyes, was almost enough to convince her to keep on having babies for as long as she can. One of her favorite things in the world is witnessing how Fitz loves their children, and how that unending devotion makes him such an incredible father. Knowing that every milestone with this baby will be their last, she's trying to cherish each one even more.

They tell their daughters about the baby the day before Lila's birthday party. It's mid-June and it's warm, so Fitz has filled the inflatable pool in the backyard and he's out there playing with them both, the sound of their laughter filling the summer air. After finishing some work in her office, Olivia changes into a bikini top and shorts and joins them, taking out a tray of homemade watermelon popsicles. She asks the girls to sit at the table so they can eat them together.

"We have some really exciting news to tell you," she says, holding her husband's hand.

"Is it about my party?" Lila asks excitedly, brushing her long curls back from her face with sticky fingers. "Is the bouncy house man bringing me a bouncy house?"

She's asked the same question every day for the past two weeks. Olivia and Fitz haven't given her an answer yet, because they can't wait to see her reaction tomorrow when there is indeed a bouncy house erected right here in their garden.

"Daddy, can I go on the bouncy house?" Evie chimes in. "Oscar said I'm too small but I really wanna!"

Oscar, Kate and Ben's oldest, is two years older than Lila. Both girls worship him - which is sweet, because he's generally a good kid - but sometimes he does tease them, and they're still too young to understand.

"If there's a bouncy house," Fitz reasons, leaning across the table to put Lila's pink Minnie Mouse sunhat back on her head, and not on the seat beside her, "You can both go on it. Okay?"

"Okay!"

"We can go on together!" Lila cheers, grinning at her sister. Olivia's heart swells. The two of them are so damn cute, in their matching navy-and-white striped swimsuits. Every day, she wishes they would stop growing; that they would stay like this forever, happy and funny and just small enough to pick up, to hold so tightly in her arms.

"Mommy, this popsicle is delicious," Lila goes on, elongating the 'e' sound, making Evie giggle and repeat it.

"Deeeeelicious!"

"You made them with me, remember?" Olivia says with a smile. "So that means you must both be really good cooks."

"Are we having popsicles at my party?"

"Would you like popsicles at your party?"

"Yes!"

"Well then," Fitz says, "Seeing as it's your birthday, I suppose we'll have to have popsicles. No big girl should turn five without popsicles."

"Or cake."

They both laugh at their eldest daughter - five going on fifteen. "Or cake," Olivia agrees. "Now, we have a present for both of you."

"Can I open it?" Evie asks straight away.

"No, I want to, I'm older!"

"It's 'may I open it'," Olivia corrects, "And neither of you may just yet. It's not ready."

Their little faces form identical frowns. Clearly that concept is too much for them.

"What is it?" Lila inquires in such a polite way that Olivia wants to squeeze her tight and kiss her beautiful face all over.

"It's…" She glances at Fitz, who smiles. "A baby brother or sister."

Then she stands up, showing them her bump. "He or she is still growing inside my tummy, so they're not ready just yet. But later this year, just before Christmas, you'll get to meet them."

Lila looks stunned; Evie doesn't seem to comprehend.

"There's a baby… inside you?" she asks, wide-eyed.

"Yes. Come here." She holds out her hand. They both get down from their chairs, leaving the remains of their popsicles on the table, and she places their palms on the swell of her abdomen. "Look at my tummy. It's bigger than it used to be, because the baby is growing inside. And it's going to get a lot bigger until Christmas, when the baby will be born."

"And then you can cuddle it," Fitz adds, gazing up at his wife with so much love. "And you can help feed it, and when it gets bigger you can play with him or her."

The girls both look amazed.

"Do you remember Aunty Kate last year," Olivia says patiently, "When she had a big tummy?" Lila nods; Evie is still staring at her belly, poking it with her finger. "She was growing Freddie. And Aunt Abby had a baby in her tummy last year too, and so did Miss French at kindergarten."

"And that lady at the swimming pool last week," Lila adds. She'd been fascinated by this heavily-pregnant woman in a bikini.

"That's right," Olivia smiles. "Lots of women grow babies. I grew you two."

"So we were inside you?" Evie asks seriously. She can be so solemn sometimes - it's adorable.

"Yes."

"At the same time?"

"No. I grew Lila first, and then you second. That's why Lila is older."

"Oh."

"I can't feel a baby," Lila says, now also poking her mother's abdomen.

"You will be able to, in a little while. They'll kick you, one day, to say hello. It's… the best feeling in the world."

She glances at Fitz, who looks like he completely agrees. He picks Lila up and lifts her onto his lap; Olivia sits down again and holds Evie on hers. "Now there are four of us," he says, kissing his daughter's cheek. "But at Christmas there'll be five. Mommy and I are really excited. Are you, baby girl?"

She nods. "How far away is Christmas?"

"About six months."

"Okay. Is that a long time?"

"It's quite a long time. But I think it will go really fast."

"How about you, pumpkin?" Olivia asks Evie, taking off her hat, retying her messy ponytail. "You'll have a little brother or sister, like Oscar and Daisy have baby Freddie."

"Will it be a boy?" she wonders, pulling at the string of Olivia's top.

"We don't know yet. It might be a girl or a boy. But either way, we'll love them just the same, won't we?"

She doesn't look convinced. "I like girls better."

Olivia and Fitz had thought this could be a potential issue, having two very girly daughters, so her counterargument is already prepared. "What about poor Daddy? He's a boy."

Evie looks up at her father, who has a hurt expression. It makes her giggle. "Daddy, stop it! Don't be sad."

He puts Lila down and starts to walk away. Evie jumps off Olivia's lap and chases him, laughing. Naturally, her sister joins in. "Daddy! Daddy, wait!"

When they catch him, he suddenly turns and roars at them. The speed at which they try to run away, shrieking, has Olivia in stitches. Obviously the don't get very far: he lifts one child in each arm, marching them towards the pool.

"Tell me you love me or I'm dropping you in," he threatens, dangling them over the water. They wriggle and cry out in protest, laughing but terrified all the same.

"I love you!" They chorus. "Please Daddy! No!"

He drops them in anyway and then joins them, letting them both splash him in retaliation.

"Come on Mommy," he calls, grinning as his daughters clamber all over him.

Olivia shakes her head with a smile, staying right where she is, her hand resting lovingly on her belly. "We're good here," she replies contentedly, glancing down. "Aren't we, baby?"

The rough play is going to be Fitz's domain for the foreseeable future.

II

The kids are thrilled with the party the next day, not least Lila herself who screams when she sees the bouncy house. While sixteen three-to-eight-year-olds run wild in the yard, supervised by Fitz and various other parents, Olivia is chatting to Kate in the shade of the porch, holding little Freddie.

"You're so cute," she tells him, breathing in his gorgeous baby smell. She makes a silly face and he giggles, clapping her cheeks with his hands.

"Someone's broody," Kate says, eyeing her suspiciously. "Broody or… pregnant?"

She glances down at Olivia's waist, where her bump is plainly visible beneath her olive green maxi-dress. Until now she'd been trying to hide it, waiting for her twelve-week scan and the chance to tell the girls. Today, she's on display for the first time - and she can't disguise her smile.

"Oh, my goodness!" her friend exclaims. "Olivia Grant! Why didn't you tell me?"

She explains her reasons, adding: "We'd been trying for six months and I had some spotting, so we really didn't want to jinx it. But so far, so good."

"Well, you look amazing mama. Look at your little belly."

"Little? It's bigger than when I was pregnant with Lila or Evie. Did you find that the third time?"

"Yep. Bigger belly, bigger boobs, bigger arse. And everything's just more difficult in general, being older and having two kids already…" She purses her lips, looking guilty. "I mean, it's all great. You'll be fine."

Olivia chuckles. "Thanks K. You're filling me with confidence."

"The labor is definitely easier. Well, quicker at least. It's never easy, is it? Although you'll probably ace it like last time. Evie just slipped right out of you."

"I'm crossing my fingers for an even faster labor this time."

"What, twenty minutes?"

"Don't exaggerate. Maybe thirty."

They both laugh. In reality, she was properly contracting for about six hours with Evie; it all became a rush once her waters had broken. She hopes this baby doesn't want to come out any more quickly, because she definitely wants to make it to the hospital sooner this time.

"I'm due just before Christmas," she tells Kate, instinctively swaying her hips as Freddie's head comes to rest on her shoulder. "Fitz keeps coming up with themed names."

"Like Noel, Nicholas, Holly?"

"Rudolph, Santa, Jesus…" She rolls her eyes. "He's ridiculous."

But the way she looks at him across the garden, as he carries the birthday girl around on his shoulders, betrays her real feelings. He is truly the best father in the world.

"You still get so gooey-eyed over him," Kate observes, and she sounds a little envious. "My delightful husband drives me mad all the time."

"Aw, Ben's awesome. You need to cut him some slack."

Her friend sighs. "Maybe. Anyway, do you want me to take him?" She gestures to her son. "He's a dead weight when he's asleep."

"No, I'm good. I love cuddles with him."

"Can I get you a drink then?"

"An iced tea would be great. Thank you."

She takes a seat on the outdoor sofa, settling Freddie into the cradle of her left arm. Evie comes over and climbs up beside her.

"Hi sweetie," Olivia says softly, wrapping her free arm around her daughter. "How are you?"

"I went on the bouncy house. Did you see me?"

"I sure did. You were jumping so high."

Evie grins at her. "It was so fun. Will you bounce with me?"

"I will a bit later, I promise. Have you asked Daddy? I think he can jump much higher than I can."

"As high as the sun?"

"Probably."

Without another word, she runs off to find Fitz. Olivia watches her go, full of emotion. She is so lucky to have her husband and her girls, and to be surrounded by wonderful friends. Her and Fitz's fathers are both due to come over a bit later too, to join the end of the party and stay for dinner. She knows they'll both be over the moon to have another grandchild to coo over. Some of her favorite photos that Fitz has taken are ones of her dad with the girls, and the way he dotes on them.

Kate joins her again for a short time, until Oscar and Daisy make her go and play with them. She's replaced by Fitz who takes Freddie from her, still sleeping, to give her arms a rest.

"How are you, beautiful?" he asks her, tracing her cheekbone with his thumb before kissing her tenderly. "You've been sat here for ages. Everything okay?"

"I'm good," she reassures him, lacing her fingers through his. "I'm just enjoying baby cuddles, and watching the kids exhaust you guys out there."

"In the battlefield, you mean?" When he grins, she can see Evie so clearly in him. "It's hard work. I'm going to need a serious massage later, to recover."

"Ha. You wish." But her smile promises otherwise. "I told Kate I'm pregnant. Well, she guessed."

"What did she say?"

"She warned me how difficult it's going to be."

He rolls his eyes. "Don't listen to her. You know she likes to complain. You're going to be awesome, baby."

"How do you know?"

"Because you're always awesome. That's why I married you."

She falls into his gaze. "I love you."

"And so you should," he says with a devilishly handsome smirk, "Because I'm awesome too."

16 weeks

They vacation in Mexico, in a beautiful beachside villa with their own pool and - best of all - a kids' club. Having reached her second trimester, and feeling so relaxed and pampered, Olivia has well and truly entered the insatiable phase of her pregnancy - and Fitz is only too happy to indulge her as often as she likes.

Which is pretty much constantly.

She can't remember the last time they had so much sex. They're crazy for one another, like at the very start of their relationship, or when they were newlyweds and expecting Lila. The trouble is, there's always so much of his incredible body on show, muscular and more tanned by the day. Add to that the fact that he's constantly applying sun screen to her skin, or aftersun lotion, or soaping her up in the shower, or running his hands over her curves in their pool, and she's in a near-permanent state of arousal.

And every time she tries to voice her guilt that they're not spending all day entertaining their children, he reminds her that the whole reason they picked this resort was to have some time alone together, that they're a couple as well as parents, and that the girls absolutely love all the activities they get to do. In fact, at dinner they barely stop talking about how much fun they've had.

"So really," Fitz murmurs one afternoon, drawing her closer beneath the shady canopy of their double sun-lounger, "There's nothing else for us to do but this." He kisses her neck. "And this." Slips his fingers into her bikini bottoms. "And this." Her back arches as his mouth closes around her nipple, making her moan and submit to him entirely.

Who is she to argue with such logic?

In the evenings, after their daughters have collapsed into their beds, happy and exhausted, Olivia sits on Fitz's lap on their front terrace, overlooking the ocean. The sound of the waves on the shore is so soothing, and live samba music reaches them from the nearby restaurant, and the air is warm but there's a breeze - and everything is perfect.

Fitz rests his hand on her belly, hoping to feel the movements she's already aware of, but it's still too early for him to appreciate such small flutters.

"Soon," she tells him softly, stroking his arm.

"I know. It's okay. I just can't stop touching you."

She turns her face, kisses his mouth. "Mmm. And I love it."

"So needy, Livvie." He nudges her cheek with his nose, making her smile. "Haven't you had enough of me yet?"

"No. And I never will."

She starts to kiss him again, slowly; drawing away whenever he tries to deepen things.

"Tease," he remarks, his deep voice immediately betraying his desire for her.

She stands and begins to dance, swaying her hips to the music, holding out her hand to him with a mischievous quirk of her eyebrows. He joins her, pulling her ass firmly into the cradle of his pelvis, his palms running all over the front of her body as they move so sensually together. Every time he caresses her breasts she whimpers, pleasure radiating outwards and inwards; when his fingers slide up her inner thigh, lifting her dress, ghosting over her core, she finds it difficult to stay on her feet.

"So sexy," he groans in her ear, biting there, making her tremble. "You're so sexy, baby."

"Take me inside," she pleads but he won't, keeping her dancing through song after song, all hot skin pressed together and his hardness against her softer parts and grinding - so much grinding. It's not long at all before she's right on the edge; a quivering mess, with her lips bruised by his ferocious kisses and his fingers wet and slick from delving inside her, illicitly, right here in the open.

"Fitz, bed," she commands, finally managing to break his spell, to separate herself from him just enough to breathe again. "Now."

He spreads her out naked on the white sheets of their California king bed and lies between her legs, licking her into a quick and shattering climax.

"God, I love the way you taste," he sighs, kissing her thighs, the rise of her belly. He gets as far as her breasts before he's heading south again, returning to her center. She's so sensitive it makes her shiver and cry out, but he knows and he's gentle, using the tip of his tongue, blowing cool air over her.

"I don't know if I can-" she starts to say but his fingers are back inside her and she's clenching around him, already ready for more.

He takes it slow; takes her almost all the way before suddenly he's moving, kneeling, lifting her ass in his hands and thrusting into her. She could come just from this, from this heavenly fullness, this stretching, throbbing, thrumming - but he asks her to wait, and she does. She'd do anything for him, right now. Anything at all.

Her heels come to sit in the creases of his hips and he leans down, kissing her, as her nails dig into his back, run through his hair. The angle he's creating, the way his cock hits her G-spot each and every time, gives her the most unbelievable pleasure. They won't be able to have sex in this position for much longer and that's a shame, because she loves having access to all of him: his body, his hands, his mouth; his kisses and his smile, his sweet words in her ear. She loves how they come together like this; how they gaze into each other's eyes, how he knows she's almost there and he swirls his tongue over her nipples and then quickly returns to kiss her one last time, to watch her face as she lets go, to fall alongside her.

They lie for a long time afterwards, recovering. Their lovemaking just gets better and better, and she marvels at how that's still possible after eight years together.

"What do you want to do tomorrow?" Fitz asks at length, his bare body curled around hers, his fingertips drawing patterns on her skin.

She lifts her chin; presses her lips to his. "More of the same please," she requests sweetly. "We only have two more days before we go back to reality."

"Mmm." He kisses her shoulder, her collarbone. "Well then. Your wish, sweet baby… is my command."

20 weeks

"So, the examination is completely normal. You have a very healthy baby, Olivia. Would you like to know the gender?"

She looks at her husband, sat beside the examination couch in her OB's office. He meets her eyes and nods.

"Yes please."

It's something they've discussed a lot. They didn't find out with the girls but this time, Olivia just wants to be prepared. They still have so many baby clothes in the attic, so much pink stuff, and if they're expecting a boy then she'd like to have a clear out before he arrives. Initially Fitz was hesitant, preferring a surprise, but gradually he's come around.

"Your baby is… a little boy. Congratulations."

Fitz is on cloud nine for the rest of the day; so is she, although she kind of suspected already. This pregnancy feels different to her others, and her bump is already lower, and it was probably just superstition but in her mind she's been referring to the baby as a 'he' for a while now.

It's Evie's birthday that weekend but they don't tell the girls until afterwards, because they both keep talking about wanting a sister and Olivia isn't sure how they're going to take the news. "We could just keep it a secret," Fitz suggests, which is tempting, but now that they know he's a he, they're going to be using those pronouns all the time.

In the end, they decide to take them both shopping to a baby store. "You can each choose something for the baby," Olivia explains in the parking lot, crouching down in front of them. "And guess what?"

"What?"

Her son picks just the right moment to start moving. She places the girls' hands on her belly, letting them feel. It still makes them both giggle, fascinated.

"We found out that the baby is a boy."

Lila looks straight into her eyes, stunned. "A boy?"

Fitz kneels down beside his eldest daughter, kissing her hair. "How cool is that? Daddy gets to have another boy in the house."

"And you get to have a brother," Olivia enthuses. "You'll be his big sister."

"What about me?" Evie asks. "Do I get to be his big sister too?"

"Of course you do, little monkey." Fitz ruffles her curls. "He's going to be the luckiest baby boy in the whole world, having you two to look after him."

Evie nods, seemingly happy to accept this news. Olivia is still looking at Lila, wondering how she's feeling about it.

"What do you think, sweetheart?"

Her forehead creases into a frown. "Can I still buy him Minnie Mouse things? Because I really like Minnie Mouse."

Olivia meets Fitz's gaze, trying not to laugh - with amusement, and with relief. "Of course you can," Fitz tells her adoringly. "And maybe we can give Mickey a chance too."

But she's already skipping away down the sidewalk, holding her sister's hand.

"Or maybe not," Olivia says with a grin, as Fitz wraps his arm around her shoulders and they follow their sweet, gorgeous girls into the store.

To be continued...