A/N: Hi! So last chapter was a little angsty. Tbh, it was hard to write because our babies get so much angst on the show and I can't handle it. Why can't they just be happy? *sigh* I'm not gonna dwell on that. This chapter is like pure fluff so I hope y'all enjoy! (:

Fitz wasn't sure how long he'd been unconscious, only that when he awoke his mouth was dry and he was under blindingly bright lights. He sat up, wondering why his head weighed a ton, and looked around. He knew he was in a hospital but he didn't know where he was as everyone around him was talking in hushed tones. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and attempted to stand up but was stopped by his IV.

"Excuse me," he said to a nurse passing with a bedpan.

"Lie down," she commanded in heavily accented English.

"No. I need to go." He attempted to stand again, this time getting to his feet, but his stomach roiled. The smirking woman was instantly at his side, allowing him to empty the scarce contents of his stomach into the bedpan.

"You need to lie down. You boys were exposed to tapeworms in that slop they fed you in the camp."

"What happened to the others? To the camp?" He resumed his seat on the bed and she went to throw the bedpan in a garbage can then returned. "I remember a bang, a grenade or something, and a wall fell, then… There was a bright light. I thought I was dead…"

The nurse shook her head. "Some Yanks stormed the prison and killed all the Nazis, scalped them like Indians apparently. You lot were all knocked out by a few grenades but you're all mostly in one piece."

"Good. I need my clothes so I can leave." He stood, this time on much steadier legs.

"You're not going anywhere, lad. You've got a concussion and damaged eardrums. You're dehydrated and malnourished. Not to mention you've got a full course of antibiotics to finish to kill any worm larvae you might have swallowed."

"My head is fine. My ears aren't hurting. I've got food and water at home. And I didn't get anything to eat except dry rolls. They were out of meat when I got there."

The nurse shook her head. "Be that as it may, you're not going anywhere."

She stood and left the room. Fitz pulled out his IV then stormed out of the room. None of the nurses or doctors looked at him until he began shouting. "My name is Captain First Class Fitzgerald Grant and I need to be sent back to Paris! I do not answer to any of you people! Get my CO on the phone so I can get out of here!"

Everyone stopped to briefly consider him then moved on with their work. A tall, thin nurse smirked at him. "That's a good way to get yourself put in the psych ward, running around with your arse showing and bellowing like you're king of the castle."

"Call my CO! Colonel Cyrus Francis Beene of the 27th regiment in Paris! Get him on the phone so he can get me ordered home!" Fitz shouted.

Stephen appeared at his side. "How'd I know it was you out here raising such hell?"

"I need to get home," Fitz replied desperately. "I need to leave and no one's paying me any attention. I've gotta get home to Liv."

"I know, but you can't go like this. You look like you've got the mange," Stephen replied. "Let them get you in tip top shape before you go home. You don't want that baby of yours remembering you as some scraggly underweight son of a bitch."

Fitz sighed. "I've been gone a month. She needs me."

Stephen grinned. "No. You need her. You called out for her every night in your sleep."

A nurse leaned over the counter, holding out a phone. "Colonel Beene on the phone for you, Your Majesty."

Fitz rushed to the phone. "Hello."

"Good afternoon captain. I hear you're creating quite the spectacle," Cyrus replied.

"Sir, I need to get home to my wife," Fitz insisted. "And I'm fine. And even if I'm not,
Liv's a nurse. She could take care of me just fine."

"Or you could wait a week and go home when you're healthy."

"Sir—"

"Grant, I understand. I've got family to get home to as well. But your wife just had a baby."

Fitz clutched the phone. "Liv had the baby? What did she have? Do you know?"

"Yes, on March 15th if I recall. I don't know what she had. I was asleep."

"What?"

"I went to tell her that you were captured and she went into labor. I took her to the hospital, sent for that Banks boy that's always following you, and then I went to sleep in the waiting room. All I know is that they're both healthy."

It wasn't much information, but it meant the world to Fitz. "Colonel, you have to get me home. Please."

Cyrus sighed. "Well technically you're not a part of the Armed Forces anymore so they can't hold you. And I don't suppose you're on your death bed if you're raising hell with the staff. If you can behave yourself for the rest of the day, I'll have you ordered back here to be immediately honorably discharged."

"Thank you Colonel. If you weren't such a bastard, I'd like to be your friend."

"Likewise, Grant."

Fitz returned the phone to the nurse with a smirk and watched as she wrote down Cyrus's orders. He grinned at Stephen. "I'm going home tomorrow."

XXXXX

*Paris*

"We lived our little drama/ We kissed in a field of white/ And stars fell on Alabama/ Last night," Olivia sang as she held Julia in the bath tub, gently rubbing baby shampoo in her wispy curls. "I can't forget the glamor/ Your eyes held a tender light/ And stars fell on Alabama last night."

Julia stared up at her mother with her wide eyes, gurgling softly. "Your daddy loves that song. He sings all the time. He'll probably sing to you every night. He's gonna fall head over heels in love with you, especially those chubby cheeks. I never imagined you'd be so fat already. He's gonna say I overfed you, but I didn't. You're Mama's little butterball."

Julia yawned, her little button nose scrunching. Olivia smiled. "Are you ready for a nap? Or do you want to eat first?"

"I never planned in my imagination/ A situation so heavenly/ A fairyland where no one else could enter/ And in the center just you and me." Olivia got out of the tub and walked to the bedroom, cradling Julia as she gurgled softly. She lay the baby on the bed then quickly dried off and put on a sundress. She dried Julia, covering her in sweet-smelling baby lotion and powder, then put on her diaper. "Should we go on the porch and cool off for a little while?"

They went to the back porch, Aloysius following closely behind, his head held high to show off his new collar. A little bell dangled from it, jingling as he walked. Olivia wasn't sure if she was thankful for the gift from one of the neighbor children as it had saved him from being trampled by her on several occasions, or if she resented yet another noise-maker in the house. Julia, like the rest of the Grants, was surprisingly loud for someone so small. Her wailing could be heard almost two houses over when she was throwing a fit.

Olivia sat in her rocking chair, thankful for the soft breeze blowing through the tress. She unbuttoned her dress and Julia quickly latched onto her mother's breast.

XXXXX

*one day later*

Olivia yawned as she rocked on the back porch, watching Aloysius chase sparrows. She wondered what possessed him to chase the birds when he was terrified the moment they turned on him. Julia lay in her arms, clutching a fistful of her mother's purple sundress as she cooed. Olivia stared at her, marveling at the length of her eyelashes, and the way her bourbon curls framed wisped around her head like a crown.

Julia smiled, cooing softly. Olivia had discovered the baby loved music, especially Autumn in New York. "Mama and Daddy bought this record in Georgia. That's a long way away. We're gonna go back some day, maybe for Christmas. You'll get to meet your grandma and grandpa. And after that, we'll go to California. Your aunts Tess and Celie live there."

Julia cooed at the sound of her mother's voice, letting go of her dress and stuffing her fist in her mouth. Olivia smiled, affectionately touching her button nose. "Are you hungry, angel? Or are you sleepy?"

Julia yawned and Olivia smiled, brushing back the curl that flopped onto the baby's forehead. "You're sleep. Aren't you always, little girl? Let's get you in your swing."

Olivia put the baby in the white Graco Swyngomatic, a gift from Celie and Tess that was apparently the next big thing for babies. She had written them about the birth, her parents too, but didn't tell them about Fitz's confinement in the camp. She wound the swing up then got up to hang the laundry, wondering how someone as tiny as Julia could mess up so many clothes and diapers. The baby was a messy eater, and a greedy one too, so she usually spit up after each meal, running through three to four outfits a day. Olivia was just thankful for all the clothes everyone had sent her or she would have been permanently doing laundry. She clipped a diaper to the line and looked over at Julia, who had dozed off the swing, her head tilted to the left. She even slept like Fitz.

The doorbell rang and Olivia hurried to put Julia's yellow bumblebee pacifier in her mouth before she woke completely, knowing that once she woke up the baby wouldn't go back to sleep. She went inside the house and paused at the mirror in the hallway to have a look at herself. Her hair was piled atop her head, secured with an ink pen of all things, then went to the door. She opened it and her jaw went slack as her eyes opened. The diaper in her hand fell to the floor.

Fitz stood on the other side, leaning on a wooden cane, his right hand raised in a salute. "Captain Fitzgerald Grant reporting for duty, ma'am."

"You've been AWOL for quite a while, soldier," she replied before throwing the screen door open and rushing into his arms.

His face buried in her hair, Fitz finally allowed his own tears to fall. He cried for himself, for Stephen and his broken leg, for Huck and his missing one, for the gaunt blonde man whose name he had never learned and never would as his body lay in an unmarked grave waiting for a family to claim it, and the other men recovering in the German hospital. He held her tightly, listening to her soft sobs. Olivia lifted her head and crashed her lips into his. He was amazed that she still smelled the way she had the day he met her, that her lips were still as soft as the morning he'd kissed her goodbye before going to the airport, that her tongue was just as sweet.

Olivia finally let him go, her chest heaving with ragged breaths. "Hi."

"Hi," he replied, smiling at the smile that spread across her face. He took her face in his hands. "I've missed your face."

"I never thought I'd see yours again." She lay her head on his chest, listening to the familiar thud of his heart. He was thinner, and in need of a shave and a haircut, but he was still warm and alive in her arms and that was enough. "You're so thin. Didn't they feed you?"

Fitz shook his head. "They barely had food for themselves. You're awfully little in the middle yourself, lady bird."

"Can you believe it was mostly baby?" She grinned proudly. "I can't even remember the last time I saw my feet."

Fitz looked down at her svelte figure then back at her face. "Where's…"

"Julia," Olivia answered, still smiling. "She's asleep on the back porch."

"Can I wake her?"

"Of course you can." Olivia took his hand and led him to the back porch. "Why do you have a cane?"

Fitz shrugged. "There was an explosion in the prison when they rescued us and it caused some inner ear damage. My hearing is fine. My balance is a little off. But it's temporary."

"I'm just glad you're in one piece," Olivia replied, squeezing his hand. She pushed the screen door opened and Aloysius, who had been napping on the porch swing, lifted his head. He immediately perked up at the sight of Fitz. He hopped off the swing and ran over, winding himself around Fitz's feet and purring loudly. Fitz he bent to pick him up, smiling as the cat rubbed his head chest, still purring.

"Hi you bastard. Did you miss me?" He scratched his head. "I missed you too. Have you been good for Mama?"

Olivia smiled. "He's been an angel. He's even lost some weight."

Fitz scratched his stomach. "You're still chubby, you bastard."

Julia whimpered in her sleep at her pacifier falling out of her mouth and Fitz's attention turned to the swing. He set Aloysius down and the cat went back to the swing as Fitz walked over to the swing to peer down at his baby girl. Olivia's eyes glassed with tears as she watched Fitz look at their baby.

"She looks just like you," he said, "and me."

"She's beautiful isn't she?"

Fitz gently lifted the baby out of the swing, replacing her pacifier, and cradled her in his arms. Her wide eyes fluttered open. Fitz smiled so hard his cheeks hurt, his eyes watering. "Hi little girl. I'm your daddy. That's right. I'm your daddy. I know you've probably been wondering where I've been, but don't you worry about that. I'm never leaving you again. I promise."

Julia gurgled softly, lifting her fist. Fitz held her tiny hand in his, smiling when she latched onto his index finger. He smiled at her as she looked at him in wonder. "Hey little girl. You're the most beautiful baby in the world. I've got the prettiest girls in the world. Yes I do."

xxxxx

"Livvie you don't have to do this," Fitz insisted as he sat in the tub.

Olivia smirked at the top of his head as she massaged shampoo in his hair. "I've gotta clean you up if we're having a party."

"I don't understand how we're having a party and I've only been back a few hours."

Olivia smiled. "I've learned that the French are a celebratory bunch. We've had six parties this month for no reason other than food and wine."

"They sound like my kind of people," Fitz replied.

"They're amazing. Everybody's been so helpful with the baby and the house. The kids are the sweetest. They've been mowing the lawn and taking out the trash. They even helped me get the garden in the front yard started."

Fitz dipped his head under the water to rinse his hair then re-emerged. "What did you plant?"

"Pink and yellow tulips. I've got seeds to go in the back yard too. Green beens, tomatoes, corn, onions, sage, and turnips. We're going to be very busy this summer." Olivia combed through his wet curls. "Jackson brought them to me. He's the town doctor and he owns a nursery. He's looking into getting me some orange and lemon trees too."

"Jackson?" Fitz couldn't remember all the neighbors they met when they moved in, but he was sure Jackson hadn't been one of them. The name was distinctly American and he would have remembered it.

"Jackson Avery. He was in the war too. He was a doctor in Japan and he moved here when his enlistment was up. There was some kind of riot in his hometown in Mississippi and he decided not to go back. I can't say I blame him." She finished combing his hair. "He's a good doctor. I took Julia to see him after she turned two weeks old because she wouldn't eat, and he's been checking on us ever since."

"Oh," Fitz replied, wondering how close Jackson was attempting to get to his wife.

xxxxx

Fitz smiled as the neighbor children swarmed him on the porch swing, eager to hear all about the places he'd been. They all clambered onto the swing, some onto his lap, clutching popsicles and talking to him in English. Olivia smiled as she walked over, picturing their own children swarming him in the future.

"Hotdogs are ready," she announced, laughing when they all abandoned Fitz as quickly as they'd joined him, headed for the grill. Olivia set Julia in her swing and started it then sat next to him on the swing. "Do you want a hotdog?"

"I'm waiting for the steaks," he replied. He grinned. "I want steak for breakfast too, with grits and eggs and waffles. And pie for lunch."

"What kind of pie?" Olivia smiled, leaning against him and reaching up to caress his face. She hadn't stopped smiling since he returned.

"Apple. And I want chicken for lunch and dinner, with mac and cheese and cornbread."

Olivia pinched his cheek, still grinning. "You're being awfully demanding, Mr. Grant."

He kissed her lips, lingering to brush his nose against hers. "Now that I'm home for good, I intend to get very fat Mrs. Grant."

"So I see. Can I get fat too?"

Fitz laughed. "Not as fat as me. You get be the skinny one."

"That's very kind of you." Olivia laughed, leaning in to kiss him again.

"I hope I'm not interrupting." Olivia and Fitz turned away from each other to find a tall man standing before them, a bottle of Coke in his hand.

"Oh no. We've got forever to do this," Olivia replied. She turned to Fitz. "This is Jackson, the man I told you about."

Fitz nodded as he stood. He and Jackson were about the same height, and Fitz noticed that their eyes were almost the same color. Jackson smiled coldly at him. "You must be the Fitz Liv is always going on about. I'm glad to see you made it back in one piece. I had a few close calls myself in Japan."

Fitz extended his hand. "Thank God for honorable discharges, right?"

"Right." Jackson briefly shook his hand then moved on.

Fitz looked down at Olivia. "Did he seem a bit disappointed that I'm back or is it just me?"

Olivia shook her head. "It's not you. Penny told me that he mentioned to Harrison that he intended to marry me if you didn't come back, and that was the day we met."

"Seriously?" Fitz frowned as he watched Jackson take a hotdog from the grill.

"Apparently so. I almost didn't believe her until he started popping up. He lives two streets away but he was 'in the neighborhood' every day for almost two weeks after I took Julia to see him—can you imagine something so transparent—and dropped by to check on us every day until I told him I'd never marry again if you didn't come back. This is the first time he's been back in almost a week."

Fitz scowled. "That son of a bitch. I wouldn't have been cold in the ground and he was here trying to put the moves on my wife. You just had my baby for fuck's sake. I should go kick his ass."

Olivia smiled, reaching up to hold his chin. "Wouldn't you rather sit back down and kiss me some more?"

Fitz's face relaxed and they sat back down on the swing. Olivia kissed his cheek. "Don't be mad at him. His girl back home left him right after he shipped out. He's lonely, and he figured I was too."

Fitz frowned. "I'll be nice for now. But he's a dead man if he tries anything else."

Olivia grinned, scooting close and pulling his face down close to hers. "I like when you're jealous."

"Oh yeah? Prove it." Fitz grinned.

XXXXX

Later they lay in bed, listening to their even breathing and Julia's soft snore in the corner of the room. Olivia and some of the older girls in the neighborhood had set up her nursery but Olivia found it easier to have her crib in the room as Julia liked to eat at 3 in the morning. Fitz smiled. "She snores like you."

"No. She snores like you," Olivia replied, snuggling closer. "I can't believe I slept six whole weeks without you."

"I dreamt of you every night. In the barracks and the prison. Stephen says I called for you all night."

"What was it like?"

"Cold and quiet, like death. You could practically smell it. Those soldiers—the Nazis—they were practically boys, but they were so full of hate. I've never seen anything like it. I hope I never do again." He pulled her body on top of his, pressing his face to her neck. "I've missed this."

Olivia's eyes closed as he peppered kisses on her chest, moving down to take her left nipple in his mouth. He lapped at the leftover milk on the tight bud, moving his hands down to her caress her thighs beneath her light blue silk nightgown. "Fitz we can't… Not yet."

Fitz let go of her breast and looked up at her. "Really?"

"Two more weeks at least," she replied. Fitz allowed Olivia to climb off him, pulling her back against him so they could spoon. Olivia pulled his arm around her waist and held his hand.

"Livvie, would you ever leave me for a guy like him?"

"Like who? Dr. Avery?" She wondered what would possess him to ask such a thing. She rolled onto her back and looked at him, reaching out to smooth his hair. "I would never leave you for anyone for any reason. I meant what I told him. If you hadn't come back, I wouldn't have married again. Now that I've loved you, I can't love anyone else."

Fitz smiled and nuzzled her cheek. "I don't even know why I'm asking. I guess it's because we've been apart more than we've been together."

"So? I fell in love with you within a week of meeting you. Do you really think time has anything to do with what we have?"

"I just feel like we should have spent every day together like other couples, and we haven't."

"Well can't we do that now? Don't we have that time now?" She pinched his cheek. He smiled so bright. She'd take the sun and give it to him. "I think it's okay that we're not together all the time. Every time you're gone and come back, I fall for you harder than the last."

"I love you. Have I told you that today?"

"A few times. But once more couldn't hurt."

Before he could reply, Julia's snores stopped and she began whimpering loudly. Fitz rolled over. "I'll get her."

He got out of bed and walked over to the crib to lift her out of it. Olivia smiled as he held her to his chest, rubbing her back. "What's the matter, angel? Did you have a bad dream? It's okay. Daddy's here."

XXXXX

July

Fitz walked into the house and smiled at the sound of Olivia talking to Julia. He walked into the living room and his grin widened at the sight of Julia in the middle of the living room. Olivia sat on the floor a few feet away, encouraging the baby to push herself up.

She looked up when she heard his footsteps. "Hi honey."

"Hi Livvie." He walked over to her and kissed her lips then went to Julia. "What are you up to, princess?"

She smiled at the sound of his voice, rolling over onto her back and grinning. Fitz picked her up and kissed her chubby cheeks. Olivia had brushed her curls so they would lay uniformly, but they fanned out defiantly. "She's got the Grant hair, alright. My hair's never met a brush that could tame it."

He sat on the floor and put Julia down, smiling as she resumed pushing herself up. Olivia grinned. "That's her newest trick. She can get her foot in her mouth now too."

"She lifts her arms to be picked up. I found that out this morning." He looked down at Julia. "That reminds me. We will not be getting up at dawn any more, little girl. We sleep in in this house."

Julia looked at him intently, almost as if she understood him, then laughed and rolled onto her back. Olivia moved to sit next to them, and sat the baby upright, resting her back against Fitz's knee. "Marguerite says she's smart as a whip. She knows her name, and she can make faces, and she's trying to imitate sounds. She'll be talking before we know it."

Fitz picked the baby up and stood her on his legs. "You're getting to be a big girl aren't you, Jules?"

She babbled a reply, reaching out to latch onto Fitz. He pulled her close and she yawned. "Is it nap time?"

"Not yet. I've been trying to tire her out but she won't budge."

"Do you wanna go for a walk?" Fitz asked. Aloysius scurried into the room and sat patiently, eager to go for a walk as well. Fitz smirked. "I know you wanna go, Al."

Hand-in-hand with Aloysius on his leash, they left the house and headed for the lake outside their neighborhood. Fitz smiled at Olivia as she held Julia up to show her the flowers. "Do you know what today is, Livvie?"

"The 27th," she replied then gasped. "It's the 27th! I can't believe I forgot our anniversary! And it's our first at that!"

"I'd like to say I'm offended but I almost didn't remember myself. It's been a big year, ladybird."

Olivia frowned, shaking her head. "I still feel awful. I forgot our anniversary. I'm a terrible wife."

"You spend all day cooped up in the house with a little person hanging off your breast. If I had to do it, I'd be climbing the walls by now." He smiled, squeezed her hand. "You, Mrs. Grant, are amazing."

"But you work all day and you remembered," she replied. Fitz was training to be a fireman, and though it kept him away for days at a time, it was still better than when he was in the military.

"Well no one's hanging off my breast all day, and I don't have that bastard of a cat under my feet. Plus you keep the house up and pay the bills on time. I couldn't do what you do."

Olivia laughed. "That's why you're not the wife, honey."

They circled the lake twice, hoping Julia would tire and fall asleep, but she remained up and alert the whole time. Fitz smiled as he shifted her in his arms. "I think we've lost this one, Livvie. Let's just go home."

They walked back to the house and found Marguerite on the porch. She turned at the sound of their footsteps and spoke to Olivia in French. Olivia smiled and replied then turned to Fitz. "She was leaving some sardines for Aloysius."

"Just what he needs, someone else to spoil him." Aloysius sniffed at the plate Marguerite had set on the porch, seeming to know it was for him."

Julia grinned, recognizing Marguerite. She waved, babbling happily. Marguerite smiled back. "Bonjour ma petite!"

Marguerite turned to Olivia and said something else. Olivia turned to Fitz. "She wants to take her to play with Armand."

Fitz smiled as he handed the baby over, nodding as Marguerite talked to him. He understood some French, but he was better at reading it. Marguerite waved as she walked away, Julia imitating her. Fitz grinned at Olivia. "We've got some alone time, Mrs. Grant. What shall we do?"

Olivia smiled. "Well it's been a long time since my husband took me out. He's become terribly neglectful."

"Well why don't you go get all dolled up and I'll take you out for a proper anniversary dinner."

Olivia smiled as she skipped upstairs and Fitz grinned at her back before he went into the downstairs bathroom to clean himself up. As he expected, he was finished before her. He smiled as he walked upstairs and went to their closet. Olivia appeared behind him a moment later, grinning. "Well, someone's awfully dressed up. Hot date?"

"Hottest in town." Fitz wore his dress uniform, his lapel gleaming with medals. He smiled as Olivia straightened his hat. "I clean up surprisingly nicely."

"I suppose so. If I wasn't married, I'd try my hand at seducing you."

Fitz raised an eyebrow, looking her over in her black lingerie. "I can keep a secret, if you can."

Olivia laughed. "Maybe I will late on. I was promised dinner, and I intend to collect."

Fitz pulled a white dress from the closet and held it up in front of her. "Do you remember when you wore this?"

"The day after we got engaged. The day I got this," she pulled the left side of her panties down and pointed at her tattoo.

Fitz knelt to look at the tattoo, holding onto her hips. "I still can't believe you didn't cry."

"Well I couldn't cry after you told me I couldn't get one. I had to be bad." Fitz kissed the tattoo then trailed kisses across her panty line before Olivia took hold of his head to stop him. "No, no, no, mister."

Fitz sighed as he stood, smirking at his wife. "Get dressed so we can get going. The faster I get you fed, the faster I can get you naked."

Olivia laughed as she slipped the dress on. "You are shameless."

They descended the stairs and Fitz stopped at the front door. "I left your flowers on the back porch."

"Well I'll get them when we get back."

Fitz shook his head. "I'll be right back."

Olivia watched him walk to the back porch then checked her watch. It was nearly 7. They needed to get going if they were going into the city. She sighed when Fitz called her a moment later. "What?"

"Come here a minute," he replied.

Olivia rolled her eyes, wondering what he wanted, as she headed to the back porch. Fitz stood in the doorway, holding a bouquet of red tulips. "What?"

"Nothing." He stepped aside and Olivia gasped at the sight before her.

The fence around the backyard had been lines with Christmas lights, setting the yard aglow against the sunset, and their neighbors sat in white folding chairs, grinning at her surprised face. The aisle between the seats was lined with rose petals, leading to a makeshift altar where a minister stood, flanked by Teddy in his uniform and Penny holding Julia. Fitz signaled to the string quartet and they began to play. He turned back to Olivia and offered his hand.

"How did you do this?" Olivia asked with wide eyes.

Fitz grinned proudly. "I'm a man of many talents. And I've been thinking about how I couldn't give you a real wedding because of the war. So I got to talking with Penny, and we decided that you deserved a real wedding."

"Is this what you were doing this morning when you disappeared?"

Fitz nodded. "Well you said these people know how to throw a party. I guess they do."

Olivia shook her head, her smile immovable. "I can't believe you did this. What am I going to do with you?"

"I like what you've been doing so far."

Fitz offered his hand and they walked down the aisle. They stood before the minister, smiling as they held hands. The graying man smiled at them, his hands clasped before him. "I was told you wanted to do this quickly, so you may do your vows now."

Olivia frowned at Fitz. "I don't have any vows prepared."

He smiled. "You think I do? We're Grant, ladybird. You've gotta learn to wing it."

Olivia laughed. "Well you go first since you're so good at winging it."

"Don't mind if I do." He smiled proudly. "Livvie, you're the love of my life. I knew it at the first wedding, but this past year has taught me that you're so much more. You're everything. You're the sun rise in the morning and the stars at night. You're everything I've ever wanted and everything I need. When I talk about you, I find myself going on and on and on. You're a Saturday out on the town, and a morning service on Sunday, and a cuss word cause it's Monday. You're every song I've ever played, and the amen to every prayer. I can't think of anyone else I'd rather spend the rest of my life with."

He squeezed her hands. Olivia smiled, reaching up to fix the curl flopping on his forehead. "Where to start? Next to Julia, you're the best thing that's ever happened to me. And I couldn't have had her without you so you're still the best. Sometimes I so full of love I can hardly eat. Even my lungs are in love when we breathe together. With you, intimacy colors my voice. Even 'hello' sounds like 'I love you.' What did my arms do before they held you? How did I ever sleep without you? How did I breathe without you? Every time you smile, every time you laugh, every time you wake up in the middle of the night and your hair is wild, every time you say something so sweet I can hardly respond, I think I fall in love with you just a little more. Each time you happen to me all over again. And I know that won't ever stop."

Olivia squeezed his hands then turned to smile at the minister. He looked past them at their guests. "I know no one has any reason these two shouldn't be married—especially since they're already married—so you may kiss your bride."

Fitz smiled as he pulled Olivia into a kiss, dipping her back and earning whistles from the crowd. Olivia laughed as he stood her upright and kissed her cheek. He smiled at the minister. "Sorry Father."

The man raised his hands, giving an understanding nod. "Ladies and gentleman, I present to you Captain and Mrs. Fitzgerald Thomas Grant!"

They turned to the crowd and Olivia laughed as they threw confetti on them. She wondered who she would throw the bouquet to as everyone in attendance was married. Teddy handed them bottles of Coke and they smiled as they clinked them together.

"Start the music!" the minister called.

Olivia watched as the chairs were quickly removed and it became another backyard party. She turned to take Julia from Penny, covering her face in kisses, much to the baby's delight.

"Smile baby!" Fitz called. Olivia turned to look at him and smiled at the camera. Fitz moved to stand behind her and held the camera up. He laughed after he snapped their picture. "I hope that one turns out good."

Olivia smiled at him. "If not, we can take a couple hundred more."

Fitz smirked. "Actually we can't. I've got a date in a little while."

Olivia laughed and asked, "Nice girl?"

"I hope not." He laughed, his head falling back and Olivia quickly took the camera to snap his picture.

A/N: So Fitz is home! And our babies renewed their vows! Next up will be a little time jump and our babies will be going stateside for the holidays. What could possibly go wrong with that? Don't forget to review! XOXO