A/N: Hi! First of all, I can't believe I've reached 30 chapters and 632 reviews! I would never have made it this far without everyone's support so thank you all so much for being so sweet and reading and reviewing. The support means more than you'll ever know. Second, the update for YAINTGB is still under construction, as well as a few one shot requests I've gotten, but this one is finished. I'm craving Olitz normalcy, probably because it's the one thing SR won't give us. Enjoy!

The Sunday afternoon sun gleamed on the hood of the pearl Lexus SUV as Fitz pulled in the circular cobblestone driveway, humming along to a country song as he held Olivia's hand. She smiled as she got out of the car, her pink and blue Lilly Pulitzer Tusk in the Sun shift dress hugging the pouch of belly fat that Fitz hoped would be his baby boy. He would have loved another girl just the same, but he was eager for another son. He got out of the car and opened the back door to retrieve a sleeping Harper from her car seat. Olivia smiled at him as she grabbed her purse and Harper's pink seersucker baby bag from the backseat. His hair had grayed at the temples, just a few months shy of his 59th birthday. No one would have believed the former president was a day over 40 though, the only real marker of his age being the sparse silver at his temples. He looked much younger, much more at peace, since he decided not to run for a second term 4 years earlier.

"Hey!" Fitz looked back at Olivia in surprise when she grabbed his butt. She just grinned and moved around him to get to the front door. She wouldn't apologize for groping her husband. He was certainly hers to grope. He smirked at her as she unlocked the door. "You're a pervert, Mrs. Grant."

"I'm a pervert? You, the man who wanted to cut out of church early so we could come home to have sex, are actually calling me a pervert?" She smirked at him as they walked into the house.

"Maybe if your dress wasn't so short, I'd have been able to pay attention to the preacher." He followed her upstairs to their bedroom and lay Harper in the middle of their bed.

"Oh, sure, blame me for your overactive libido." Fitz smirked as he unzipped her dress. Olivia slipped it off then walked into the bathroom to put the dress in the hamper and take off her makeup. She ran her hand through her hair. "God, I need a haircut."

"No you don't." Fitz was suddenly behind her in the bathroom, pressing her into the counter. "I like your hair long. It's easier to pull."

"Can I help you with something?" she asked when his arms wrapped around her and his hands found her breasts, just beginning to swell.

"No." He nuzzled her neck, pressing gentle kisses down its length. He cupped her stomach in his hands. She was five months along, just enough to show. He slipped the straps of her lacy yellow bra down. "You know, Mrs. Grant, we find ourselves with a little free time."

"Mama!" Harper sat up in bed, looking around the room for her parents.

Olivia grinned at Fitz. "There goes our free time. Better luck later."

"Oh later I won't need luck," he replied, giving her butt a smack as she left the bathroom.

Harper clambered to her feet in the middle of the bed, clad in a pink seersucker romper with her monogram on the front. She reached for her mother. "Mama!"

"Here's mama," Olivia replied as she scooped her up. "Did you have a good nap?"

"Want juice." At 18 months old, Harper Elise didn't have much of a vocabulary but her parents hung onto every word. Settling Harper on her hip, Olivia went to the dresser where Harper's diaper bag sat and retrieved her Doc McStuffins sippy cup.

"Hey that's my cup!" Fitz teased, grinning at his baby girl as he pulled on a blue t-shirt.

"Mine, Daddy!" Harper giggled as she held onto her cup tightly.

Fitz smiled dreamily at his girls. "God she laughs like you Liv."

Olivia smiled. "Well it's only fair. She looks more and more like you every day."

Harper had Olivia's nose and her coloring but she was Fitz everywhere else. She had his slate blue eyes, and his smile. She even had his bourbon-brown hair, and an unruly curl that flopped onto her forehead just like his. Fitz "took" Harper's nose and she laughed, trying to pry his fist open to get it back. "Let's hope she doesn't end up with this ugly mug."

Olivia laughed as she smoothed Harper's hair around her pink headband. "Hey that's my husband you're talking about."

Fitz smiled as he popped the tip of her nose with his index finger. "Well change your clothes because your husband is taking you fishing."

"Wouldn't you rather nap on the porch swing like we do every Sunday?" Olivia carried Harper into her closet.

"Nope. It's perfect fishing weather. Now scoot, Mrs. Grant."

Olivia smirked as she set Harper down on the floor and went to her shirts. She picked out a polka-dotted chambray shirt then grabbed red shorts. She slipped the shirt on and began buttoning it, smiling as Harper toddled to her shoes. The little girl was pigeon toed just as Olivia had been as a child. She looked up and smiled her toothy little grin. "Mama shoes!"

"Yeah, those are my shoes. Where are Daddy's shoes?"

Harper turned and toddled to the other side of the closet where Fitz's shoes were lined up opposite Olivia's. She pointed at them. "Daddy shoes!"

"That's right, sweet pea." Olivia watched as the little girl left the closet and walked to Fitz who was tying his shoes. She sat at his feet, lining her tiny white sandals up with his black Nikes.

"Shoes," she said, poking the toe of his left sneaker.

"Yeah. Those are my shoes." Fitz smiled as he picked her up to stand on his knees. "Where's my nose?"

Harper pinched the tip of his nose. "Nose!"

"Where are my ears?"

"Ears!" She grabbed hold of his ears and wiggled them.

Fitz laughed. "Where's my kiss?"

Harper pressed her lips to his with an audible smack. "Kiss!"

"Where's my kiss?" Olivia asked as she entered the room. She walked over to Fitz and lifted Harper into her arms. Harper smiled and gave her mother the same kiss she's given her father then touched her mouth to check for lipstick. She loved Olivia's lipstick, the redder the better. She frowned at her unstained hand then showed it to her mother. Olivia smiled. "Want some lipstick?"

"Lipstick," Harper parroted, nodding.

"Yeah. Lipstick is makeup." Olivia tried to teach the little girl new words every day. She set Harper on the dresser then fished her lipstick from her toy and candy laden purse.

"Makeup." Harper pointed to the black tube of MAC Russian Red lipstick. She pursed her little plump lips, sitting extremely still so her mother could put lipstick on them. She turned to look at herself in the mirror. "I pretty!"

"You're the prettiest girl in the world," Olivia replied as she set Harper on the floor. The little girl toddled to her father.

"I pretty Daddy!"

Fitz smiled. "You're so pretty, princess. Are you ready to go fishing?"

"Fishing!" She didn't know what it was as she'd never been but she seemed excited.

Olivia looked at Fitz. "Can you tie my shoes, please?"

Fitz smirked as he leaned over to tie her navy Keds. After insisting he slather himself in sunscreen to convince Harper to do the same, and a discussion as to whether Olivia needed both her purse and the diaper bag, they left with their essentials stuffed in the diaper bag, headed for the path cut through the orchard that led to the lake.

"I think it's another girl," she said, palming her belly absently.

Fitz looked down at her stomach. "Do you want another girl?"

"I think it would be cute until they were preteens. Girls are vicious at that age." She rubbed her bump. "I want another girl. But a boy in between would be nice."

"What do you want to name him?"

"Silas."

Fitz smirked. "You are going to get our son beaten to death on the playground."

Olivia laughed. "Okay. So what do you want?"

"Isaac."

"Because he'll be born 85?"

"Abraham?"

"So he'll be born 95?"

Fitz bumped her elbow with his. "Jeffrey?"

"Dahmer."

"Joseph?"

"Stalin." Olivia laughed. "Charles?"

"Manson." Fitz laughed. "Christopher?"

"Columbus." They both laughed as they reached the lake. Harper squirmed in her father's arms. Olivia smirked at her eager baby girl. "No, no. You've gotta put on your floaty suit."

"Floaty suit," Harper repeated. Fitz set her down and Olivia knelt to put the floaty suit on her. Harper squeezed the lifejacket's floats. "Floaty suit."

"That's right." Fitz spread out their blue blanket and Olivia sat on one side and put Harper in the middle. Fitz handed her a tiny fishing pole that was more for decoration than anything else. "Fishing pole."

"Fishing pole," Harper repeated, looking down at the yellow fishing rod with interest. She looked up at her father. "Mine?"

"Yeah that's your fishing pole." Fitz took a seat next to her and baited his hook with a worm. He held it up in front of Harper's face. "Look, that's bait."

"Bait," Harper replied, looking at the squirming worm. She turned to Olivia. "Bait, Mama."

"Yeah. Daddy's gonna bait my hook too." She looked at Fitz. "Daniel?"

"Douglass." He smirked, not wanting to laugh. "Joshua?"

"I don't like Joshua. What about James?"

Olivia smiled. "I like James. James Thomas Grant."

Fitz reached over Harper's head and caressed her face. "What if it's another girl?"

"We could still name her James." Fitz shot her a look. "Or not."

"What about Ruth? It was my grandmother's name."

"And, presumably, our baby girl would be born a little old Polish lady?"

Fitz smirked. "I'm not Polish. I'm Scotch-Irish."

"Really?" Olivia was genuinely surprised.

Fitz laughed. "We've been together for almost a decade and you thought I was Polish the whole time? Any reason why?"

"Your mother's maiden name was Kowalski. That's Polish."

"She was Polish by marriage. My step-grandfather was Polish."

Olivia shrugged. "I was close enough."

Fitz smiled, leaning over to pinch her cheek. "Anyway, yes or no on Ruth?"

"If we can't come up with anything better, then Ruth. But only as a last resort."

"What about Rose?"

"What about Elizabeth? Or Eleanor? Elizabeth Rose or Eleanor Rose would be cute."

Fitz smirked. "Now those sound like little old Polish ladies."

"We wouldn't call her Elizabeth or Eleanor. She'd be Lizzie or Libby or Ellie or Ella." Fitz didn't look convinced. Olivia rolled her eyes. "They're better than Ruth."

"That's a matter of opinion."

Olivia smirked. "No one wants to ask Ruth to prom. Ruth will never be head cheerleader or class president. Ruth is gonna be home every Friday night watching the History Channel while she silently resents the father who insisted she have such a plain name."

Fitz cast his line out into the lake. "Well my grandmother was married twice, both times to men who were head over heels for her, so that's at least one Ruth who was pretty popular."

Olivia laughed. "Your grandmother lived almost a century ago."

"Okay." Fitz reeled his line in and helped Olivia cast hers out. Harper imitated his gesture, launching her tiny plastic lure into the water with a delighted squeal. Fitz smiled at her. "So Ruth is off the table. I still don't like Elizabeth."

"Well that still leaves Eleanor."

"Because Eleanor is so hip and trendy."

"What would you know about hip and trendy? You're like a month away from qualifying for AARP."

Fitz laughed, leaning over to bump her shoulder with his own. Harper pulled her line from the water and toddled to her father. Fitz smiled and situated her on his lap, casting her line out much to her delight. He kissed the top of her head. "Harper, do you think Daddy's old?"

She looked up at him with a smile. "Daddy old."

Olivia laughed. Fitz smirked at his baby girl. "I can't believe you're not on my side, Harper. I thought you were my best buddy."

"You're Mama's best buddy aren't you, Harper?" Olivia tapped the tip of her little girl's nose.

"Mama!" she replied, moving to her mother's lap. She poked Olivia's stomach. "Baby!"

"Yeah. What do you want to name the baby?" Olivia asked.

"Huck!" Next to her parents, Huck was Harper's favorite person in the world. Olivia and Fitz weren't really sure why, mostly because Huck was possibly the least child-friendly person who ever lived, second only possibly to Abby, but the child was enamored with him nonetheless. They could spend hours reading children's books in the rocking chair in Harper's room. They shared a love of Curious George and Corduroy.

"What else?" Fitz asked, smirking at Olivia over Harper's head. Olivia only shrugged. Considering how much she loved Huck, she guessed it was genetic.

"Mellie!" Olivia's eyes widened as she looked down at her little girl. Harper and Mellie were equally curious about one another. Mellie had a general dislike for children but she seemed fascinated by Olivia and Fitz's offspring, as if the child possessed the secret of the magic that transpired between her parents. And Harper was immensely curious about Teddy's mother, always clambering onto the couch to sit next to her when Mellie dropped Teddy off. Olivia recalled one particularly awkward instance during one of Mellie's visits when Harper dragged out their wedding album and presented it to Mellie, who surprisingly took it. Harper pulled herself onto the couch with her and opened the large album, immediately pointing out Teddy, Karen, and Gerry. She set her wide eyes on Mellie and asked, "Where me?" Olivia watched from the doorway separating the kitchen and living room, waiting to intervene. She was surprised when Mellie pointed at the picture and replied, "In heaven." Harper stared at her for a moment, clearly not understanding the concept, then went on babbling about Karen who had been a bridesmaid after much trepidation and more than a few harsh words among the three adults in the teen's life. Gerry had agreed instantly to be a groomsman. Karen hadn't been so certain. Mellie carried on a stiff conversation with the little girl until Teddy descended the stairs, dressed to play on the brightly colored playground Fitz had had installed in the backyard, and stole her attention. Imitating her brother, Harper bid Mellie goodbye with a hug which the woman surprisingly but awkwardly returned. Fitz and Olivia couldn't fathom it, but the two shared some understanding of one another.

Olivia looked up at Fitz, who was staring down at Harper in shock. He shook his head. "No, Harper. We already have a Mellie."

"And there's no god cruel enough to give us two," Olivia muttered. Harper put down her fishing rod, clearly bored with its lack of excitement, then clambered off her mother's lap to walk around the lake's grassy shore, her eyes fixed on a duckling that waddled through the short grass. Olivia shook her head. "How weird is it that our toddler and your ex-wife are friends?"

Fitz shrugged. "I suppose no weirder than your relationship with Teddy. It's kind of the same thing."

"No it isn't. I'm Teddy's stepmother. Mellie is Harper's… There's not even a word for it."

"She's her half-brother's mother. That makes her Harper's…" He frowned, realizing Olivia was right. "You're right. There's no word for it."

Olivia shook her head again. "Only our child would take to Mellie."

"The crazy thing is Mellie seems to like her too. I guess mothering Teddy thawed that ice pump that's supposed to be her heart."

Olivia shrugged. "Whatever happened, I'm thankful for it. I was beginning to think we'd have to have her killed just to get some peace."

"That was an option? Why didn't you tell me? I know a guy who would've done it for like 10 grand." Fitz laughed.

Olivia laughed. "Huck would've done it for free."

"Maybe we should name the baby Huck…" Fitz laughed. "What's Huck short for anyway?"

"Huck. No middle name. No last name. Just Huck." Olivia looked around and smiled at Harper and the duckling staring at each other. It seemed both were trying to overcome their fear of each other. "What about Haley?"

"I like Haley, but then we'd get pigeon-holed with H names."

Olivia shrugged. "That might not be terrible. We can name the next one Henry."

"I like Henry." Fitz smiled. Harper toddled over, the duckling in her little hands. "What've you got, princess?"

She held the duck out to Olivia who took the surprisingly calm duckling in her own hands. "You caught a ducky, Harper!"

"Ducky!" Harper parroted, pointing to the little yellow duckling.

"How the hell did she catch it?" Fitz asked.

"I didn't see her do it," Olivia replied, handing the duckling back to Harper who promptly retrieved her Gerber puffs from her diaper bag to feed it. The duckling was wary of the tiny pink puffs at first but was soon eating them from the toddler's hand.

Fitz smiled. "She's like that little girl from The Wild Thornberries."

"Her name was Eliza," Olivia replied.

"Eliza's a pretty name."

"It's usually short for Elizabeth." She grinned at him.

Fitz smirked. "I guess Elizabeth isn't terrible."

Olivia smiled at Harper as she toddled over with the duckling tucked into the pocket on the front of her romper. It seemed the little girl had found herself a pet. She cradled it carefully, making sure it didn't spill out of the pocket where it slept peacefully, while she lowered herself onto her mother's lap. "Ducky sleep, Mama."

"I see," Olivia replied. She looked around for the duck's family and didn't see any sign of one so she guessed it had been orphaned or unintentionally left behind. "Harper, do you wanna name the baby Elizabeth?"

"Lizbet," Harper replied, trying hard to pronounce the word.

Fitz laughed. "Well that's gonna be fun, assuming we're having a girl. I'm still hoping for a boy."

"I wouldn't mind a boy. They're so low maintenance," Olivia replied. "Harper do you want a brother?"

"Yeah!" She was excited about the idea of a baby period. Olivia suspected they could have come home with a piglet in baby clothes and Harper wouldn't have minded.

XXXXX

*one month later*

"Damn Liv, nice gut," Gerry complimented as he walked into the house ahead of Karen. He was tall and dark-haired just like his father, though the younger Fitz Grant wore his hair cropped neatly like a cadet. He had aspirations to join the Navy like his father. Fitz hoped he would lose them over the summer following his graduation.

Olivia smirked. "Don't make me sit on you, Fitzgerald."

"Hey Liv!" Karen chirped as she walked in, laden with luggage for her week-long stay. She ran a hand through her pink-streaked hair, clearly looking for comments but Olivia offered none, thinking Fitz would have enough to say when he saw it.

Last to enter was Teddy, bouncing with a Spiderman backpack on his shoulders. He grinned at his stepmother. "Hey Olivia!"

He stopped to give her a hug, wrapping his thin arms around her much-expanded midsection then bounded up the stairs, shouting for his father. Harper toddled into the room, grinning at the sight of her siblings. Gerry scooped her up and tossed her in the air. "Hey little bit! Did you miss me?

"Yeah!" She laughed as he covered her face in kisses.

"What's my name?" he asked, poking her belly.

"GerBear!" she answered proudly. She was the only person on earth who could have gotten away with calling him something as ridiculous as "GerBear." Now that he was old enough to appreciate his responsibilities, Gerry was a much nicer older sibling than he had been to Karen. And since he'd missed most of Teddy's life, he was determined to do things differently with Harper and the next one. "I got new bike!"

Her new bike was a red ladybug cart that she could ride around the house. Gerry laughed. "Can I ride it?"

"You too big," she replied.

"What about me Harper?" Karen asked.

The toddler laughed. "You too big too Karen."

She had a slight speech impediment like most children her age, pronouncing her sister's name "Ka-wen." Karen laughed. "Can we watch you ride your new bike?"

"Yeah!" She squirmed to be put down then led the way into the play room to show them her most prized possession. A few minutes later, Fitz came down the stairs with Teddy on his back.

He smiled at his wife as she retrieved lunch from the freezer. "Liv, Teddy says he can beat me in a race. Do you think he can?"

Olivia smiled. "Teddy's pretty fast. He might be the fastest person on the planet."

Teddy grinned smugly at his father. "Told you so."

"Okay, tough guy. We're gonna race in the backyard. Whoever wins in the fastest in the world. And you better not trip me like you did last time," Fitz replied.

Teddy smirked. "I only tripped you cause you tried to get a head start."

"Did not!" Fitz insisted.

"Did too!" Teddy argued. They kept up their bickering as they left the kitchen headed for the backyard. Olivia smiled as she shook her head. Sometimes she wasn't sure which of them was the child. She peeked in the playroom and smiled as Teddy and Karen cheer Harper on as she scooted around the room on her ladybug.

*one hour later*

"Lunch is ready!" Olivia smiled at the shuffling of feet coming from all directions at the mention of food. She'd made chicken salad sandwiches, sliced oranges, and cubed cheese for a family whose size she hadn't really considered until she attempted to feed them. Growing up, she'd always wanted a large family (or any family really), and though the one she had wasn't the one she'd been expecting, she couldn't have been happier.

"Dad didn't wash his hands!" Teddy shouted as he bounded into the kitchen.

"Did so!" Fitz insisted, hot on Teddy's heels. "He's just mad cause I was faster than him at it."

"You two are crazy," Olivia commented as she set a plate in front of Teddy then one in front of Fitz. Gerry and Karen entered a moment later, Harper wrapped around Karen like a capuchin monkey.

"Chicken salad! My favorite!" Karen whooped as she set Harper in her highchair.

"We're getting Harper to eat new foods so keep up the enthusiasm," Olivia requested as she set plates in front of them then placed Harper's plate on her tray. Harper looked at the sandwich curiously but picked it up anyway once she saw Karen eating. The little girl was desperate to emulate her older sister in the most adorable way.

"Wait!" Teddy shouted. He was the loudest, most exuberant child Olivia had ever met, second possibly only to Harper, who made short work of the sound barrier on a daily basis. "We have to say grace! They taught us in school!"

"Alright, big guy, start us off," Fitz replied.

Teddy smiled proudly, clasping his hands in front of his face. "Everyone bow your heads and close your eyes. And don't sneak food. Jesus hates that."

Olivia smirked at Fitz over Teddy's head as she walked around the table to take a seat next to her husband.

Teddy closed his eyes and everyone did the same. "Thank you Jesus for food and family. Amen."

"Amen," everyone repeated then opened their eyes and began eating.

"So Liv, do you know what you're having yet?" Gerry asked.

"We haven't decided if we want to know yet," Olivia answered. Fitz wanted to know. Olivia wasn't sure if she wanted it to be a surprise or not.

"I bet it's a girl," Gerry replied.

"I think it's a boy. It follows the pattern," Karen replied. Olivia hadn't considered that Fitz's children had indeed come in a pattern.

"Fifty says I'm right," Gerry bet with a smile.

"Fifty says you're wrong," Karen countered, leveling him with a challenging smile.

Fitz smiled. "I wanna get in on this action. Fifty says it's a girl. Sorry, Karen."

Karen smirked. Olivia laughed. "I might as well make some money off this. I hate to vote against you babe, but I'm thinking it's a boy. I'm willing to bet fifty on it."

They all looked to Teddy, who hadn't been paying attention, and he looked up at them from his sandwich. "What?"

"Nothing," Fitz replied with a laugh. Teddy looked more like him as a child than Gerry had. He was all wild, dirty blonde curls and blue eyes.

"So how do we settle this without anyone lying to line their pockets?" Karen asked.

Olivia thought for a moment. "I'll call the doctor's office and have the doctor read us the results over the phone."

She waddled to her purse and retrieved her phone, dialing the number of her OBGYN's office. A nurse answered on the second ring. "Dr. Gellar's office, Marissa speaking. How may I help you?"

Olivia put the phone on speaker. "Hi Marissa, this is Olivia Grant. I know I told you I didn't want to know the baby's sex but I've changed my mind. Can you tell me?"

"I'm really not supposed to discuss that sort of thing over the phone, Mrs. Grant," Marissa replied.

"It's kind of serious. I've got $200 riding on it."

"Excuse me?"

Olivia chuckled. "It's a family bet and we really need to know."

"This is highly unusual but I suppose for you, we can make an exception under certain circumstances. If—I don't know—some of that amazing jam happens to show up at the office, we could make an exception."

Olivia laughed. "I can definitely do that. So what are we having?"

They all leaned closer to the phone, listening intently as Marissa shuffled around with the phone, searching for Olivia file.

"Well," she said, "it looks like you're having a boy, Mrs. Grant. I hope that means you've won."

"Yes it does Marissa!" Olivia whooped. Karen high-fived her across the table. Harper watched in confused amusement as Karen and Olivia did a victory dance. Gerry smirked as he pulled out his wallet.

"I should have known better than to bet against Liv. I just wanted to beat Karen so bad. Damn my competitive nature. Damn, damn, damn."

"Damn! Damn! Damn!" Harper mimicked. Fitz and the children burst into laughter.

Olivia bit her lip to keep from laughing. "Harper don't say damn."

"Liv you just said damn," Karen pointed out.

"Fuck!" Olivia exclaimed.

"Fuck!" Harper repeated.

Fitz cracked up, followed by the children. Olivia smirked at them. "This is so immature."

"You're the one with the sailor mouth, Livvie," Fitz replied.

"Fuck!" Harper shouted, clearly proud of the reaction she received.

"Harper!" Olivia exclaimed.

"Don't worry about it Liv. Mom curses so much, Teddy used to think his name was fuck," Gerry assured.

"Fuck!" Harper whooped.

Olivia shook her head, deciding the word would have to run its course as it had become a favorite. She looked at Fitz, who had gotten up to get another sandwich. She waddled over to join him, wrapping her arms around his waist. "Why are we having more of them?"

Fitz kissed the crown of her head, smiling over it as the kids cheered on Gerry's attempt to catch all his cubed cheese in his mouth as Karen tossed it at him. Teddy kept count and Harper clapped every time he succeeded. He pointed at them and she looked up at them, a smile spreading across her face. "How can we not when they look like that?"

"We do have a good looking family," she agreed.

"We have the best family in the world." He laughed as Gerry missed a cube and Harper promptly exclaimed her new favorite word. "Although we could use a bleep button."

Olivia laughed, palming her belly as she lay her head on his chest and continued to watch them.

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