Olivia crossed her arms over her burgeoning belly, frowning indignantly at her husband who stood with his hands on his hips, his expression not nearly as annoyed as his wife's. Fitz almost smiled but thought better of it. There wasn't much his seven-months-pregnant wife found amusing those days, least of all any inclination that he might be mocking her. "All I'm saying is that the outfit is a little much."

"It isn't."

Kiama Grant stood beside Teddy at the front door, both in their first day of school outfits. Teddy wore a maroon cable knit sweater over a blue button down and dark jeans. He was intently reading the second Harry Potter book, almost completrly unagware of his parents' disagreement. Kiama wore a light blue button down shirt tucked into wide-legged white pants. One of Olivia's long thin gold necklaces dangled from her neck. Fitz could see the toes of pointed leopard print flats peeking from underneath the pants' hem.

"She looks like she's interning instead of starting school," he insisted.

Olivia rolled her eyes, thinking that if they didn't hurry this discussion along, she'd miss her daily breakfast of chicken minis and hash browns at ChickfilA. She'd need to do at least 30 minutes on the elliptical to deserve the fatty meal. And being the mayor's wife afforded her many perks but even shen couldn't haggle her way into breakfast after 10:30. "She picked it out herself."

"And it didn't occur to you that she might be overdressed."

"Overdressed for what? It's not like she'll be rolling in dirt."

Fitz rolled his eyes with a smirk. "Livvie you know she's overdressed."

"You're arguing with me like I dressed her. She picked those clothes herself. She dressed herself."

Fitz realized he was indeed arguing with the wrong person. He went to the front door and knelt to look at his daughter. It amazed him how much she looked like him, but also so much like Olivia. She had her heart shaped face and all her best features, but his bundle of willful curls, cut into a bob and painstakingly straightened at her request for the first day of school. And his large ears, decorated with simple tiny diamond studs.

"Kimi, did you dress yourself?"

The little girl, only 4 but already too smart for kindergarten, nodded solemnly, her eyes on her shoes. She wasn't sure what she had done wrong, but she knew the discussion was about her. "Yes."

"Do you like your clothes?"

Again she nodded, still not looking at him. "Yes."

"Don't you wanna wear play clothes to school?" She shook her head, on the verge of tears though her father couldn't see her glassy eyes. "Why not?"

"I look like mommy," she answered softly, lifting her eyes to meet his.

He could only smile at the pride in her expression. He realized how pleased she was with herself. She had mimicked Olivia's work aesthetic perfectly, down to the gray handbag dangling from the crook of her elbow, a bag she'd proudly showed him–and unabashedly begged for–in Target while they grocery shopped.

He smoothed a wayward curl then stood and turned to look at Olivia. He raised his hands in surrender. "It appears I've lost this battle."

Olivia smiled as she looked at her little girl. "What do we say when we get our way?"

Kiama finally grinned. "It's handled."