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"Hey Mom, sorry for bailing on lunch the other day. Vin and I have been super busy at work and I couldn't leave." Venice apologized walking into the kitchen. Ricky was sitting at the dining room table doing homework.

Olivia smiled lightly. "It's already, sweetie. I actually had a nice time. I ran into your father."

Ricky grinned looking up from his work. "You had a nice time... with Dad?"

"Yes, we had lunch together and had a civilized discussion." Olivia chuckled looking through the mail on the counter. "You know, there was a time when your father and I did get along. There is a reason we got married."

"Oh, Grandma has told us all about the false alarm pregnancy." Venice groaned sitting down next to Ricky at the table.

Olivia rolled her eyes and took off her reading glasses. "That's what your grandmother believes. She thinks that I trapped your father into marriage by making him believe I was pregnant. I was pregnant, but I miscarried."

Ricky frowned and leaned back in his chair. "Mom, you never told us that before. Why would you let Grandma say those things if they aren't true?"

Olivia shrugged. "Well, she was a wonderful grandmother to you two and you guys deserved to have a grandmother no matter how I felt about her." She ran a hand through her hair. "Your father talked to her a couple times, but she wouldn't stop."

"Why did you put up with all that? You could've told her off." Venice questioned looking at her with curious eyes.

Olivia smiled lightly and thought for a moment about her question. She wanted to tell off Elliot's mother multiple times. She had even planned out how she was going to murder the woman once she and Elliot got divorced. Shaking her head, she dropped her arms to the counter and looked between her two kids. "Because, I loved your father. And, she was not worth fighting over. I sucked it up just like your father sucked up all the crap my dad gave him."

"Grandpa was horrible to Dad." Ricky laughed shaking his head. "Gramps pushed Dad off the roof when they redid it and claimed it was an accident. He stood up at your wedding and said that Dad couldn't afford to buy you a lollipop. And, let's not forget when he ran over Dad's foot backing out of the driveway."

"Well, your grandfather decided to use more action instead of words like your grandmother." Olivia laughed before hearing footsteps in the living room. She pointed towards the doorway and furrowed her eyebrows.

Venice smiled. "Mitch is here." She explained before he walked in. His head was shaved and he had a tattoo peaking out from under his t-shirt. "Is work okay?" She asked him before he stood her up before sitting down, bringing her into his lap.

Mitch smiled lightly and nodded. "Yep, everything is fine." He kissed her cheek before waving at Olivia. "Hey Liv!"

"Hey Mitch, I haven't seen you in a while." Olivia smiled going over to the table and sitting down with the rest of them.

"Yeah, I had to deal with a few things for the wedding. Plus, this one likes to get herself into trouble." Mitch grinned poking Venice's side. He rubbed her back as he rested against the chair.

Olivia chuckled. "Well, I raised her, so I know what you are talking about." She took a deep breath and pulled her hair into a ponytail. "So, do you guys have anything special planned for the wedding yet?"

Mitch grinned. "Yeah, I got most of my clients to come. We got my favorite band. The church we got is huge and hopefully will fit everyone. We're expecting almost four hundred for the wedding."

"Four hundred?" Olivia asked wide eyed. Venice nodded her head once, rolling her eyes in the process. "Who do you know? I don't even think I know that many people."

"Well, a lot of them are my clients. Plus, you guys have a big family and have tons of friends that we wanted to invite. Then, there was all of our friends." Mitch explained smiling up at Venice. "We just couldn't think of who to cut off the list. We still have to find a reception hall, but that shouldn't take long. There's a couple we've been looking at."

Venice grinned. "There was this one that we looked at, it was so beautiful, Mom. I wish you could've been there to see it."

Mitch sighed. "But, we discussed that it wouldn't work with everything that we wanted for the wedding." He looked at his watch, noticing the time. "Well, it's getting late. We should probably head home. I have to meet with a client at eight tomorrow morning."

"I guess we should." Venice breathed before standing up, pulling on her jacket. "I'll talk to you tomorrow, Mom."

"Alright, sweetie. Drive home safe." Olivia said hugging her daughter. She waved to Mitch as they walked out the back door to their car. Turning to Ricky, she grinned. "You want ice cream?"

Ricky nodded. "Sure."

Olivia furrowed her eyebrows not seeing any excitement on her son's face. "What's wrong? Do we not have the right ice cream? I swear, if you're sister took all the cookie dough-"

"Do you like Mitch?" Ricky asked suddenly tapping his pencil against his homework. He stared at the white sheet with his handwriting on it, focusing on the blue lines across the paper.

"He seems to love Venice." Olivia shrugged grabbing a container of ice cream out of the freezer.

Ricky looked over at her. "You didn't even answer the question." Olivia didn't say anything, just continued to get the ice cream ready. "Mom, why haven't you told Venice that you don't like Mitch?"

Olivia stared at her son for a moment. "Your sister is going to do whatever she wants to do. Your father and I know that better than anybody else. Venice is a grown woman and is capable of making her own decisions. What do you have against Mitch?"

Ricky stood up, his chair falling to the floor. "Mitch is controlling and doesn't give her a say in anything. You know she wanted something simple for the wedding, something small. Mitch is turning their wedding into a feasting frenzy for anybody and everybody. Mom, Mitch doesn't really love her. I've been to their house before when it's just her and I. Once Mitch gets home, she's like a slave for him. One time she didn't forgot to put something on his sandwich. He threw it against the wall and told her to do it again."

Olivia's eyes widened. "Why haven't you mentioned this sooner?"

"Because, Venice made me promise not to. She knew you and Dad would get involved and try to convince her that Mitch is bad news, which I've already tried to do." Ricky explained. "I'm afraid that things are much worse when we aren't around. Who knows what he does if he's not afraid to do that in front of me?"

"I don't know." Olivia breathed running a hand down her face. She shook her head once. "Well, don't worry about it now. I'll talk to your father and we'll see what we can do. Alright?"

Ricky nodded. "Okay."

"Do you want a hug?" Olivia asked holding her arms open for him to walk into.

"Mom, I'm in high school." Ricky stated rolling his eyes. He sat back down at the table to finish his homework.

Olivia pressed her lips into a thin line. "There's my teenager."

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