After a bit of angst and a little D.C. storyline, here is a chapter of mostly pure fluff (and a little bit of sexy time *smirks*). All of the places/outfits mentioned in this story are real! If you would like to see the masterpost on Tumblr before reading this chapter, I highly recommend it. Go to my Tumblr (victrolannights) and go to the sidebar on the left. There is a masterposts tab and you will find it there. Enjoy!

"All ready to go!" Olivia announced as she walked down the long hallway and into the kitchen. Isabella smiled at the sight of her father standing by the counter with the bags they would need for their day trip. Fitz smirked.

"Livvie." He said knowingly.

"What?" She exclaimed, visibly confused. He laughed.

"We're going to the Montreal Zoo, not New York Fashion Week." Olivia looked down at her Theia colorblock dress.

"It's not that fancy! It's just a fitted dress!" Fitz laughed.

"You're going to look at polar bears in Prada heels?" He asked. She sighed in defeat and handed Isabella to him.

"Get her in the car while I go change." She mumbled, turning on her heel and walking briskly towards their room. Fitz looked down at Isabella as she looked up at him expectantly.

"Your mother has admitted defeat. This is rare." He murmured with a smile.

Since moving to Vermont, Fitz and Olivia often liked to venture into Montreal. It was only two hours away and a city that did not recognize them. Sure they were stopped or stared at on occasion, but they found they had a lot more freedom when they crossed the border into Canada. The Secret Service men always trailed behind them, but it did not create an unusual scene as they were always dressed normally as to effectively blend into the backdrop.

Olivia ran her hands against her Free People jeans as she propped her feet up on the dashboard. After a battle, she had agreed two years ago to get an Audi Q7 after her Ford Explorer began to die. It was a good car to have a baby in, considering she would never be caught dead driving a Mommy van. She looked up at the baby mirror to check on Isabella, who had fallen back asleep since leaving their house in Montpelier. Fitz turned the Album Leaf song down and turned to Olivia.

"How is the non-profit planning going?" He glanced over at her tablet, which was filled with notes.

"Pretty good. I have outlined most everything, but I'm still struggling with a name." She admitted, tapping her Microsoft Surface stylus against her lip. Fitz tore his gaze away from her, as anything near her lips always drove him completely crazy. He turned his attention back to the road, focusing on the white lines disappearing behind them. Oblivious to her husband's struggle, Olivia continued reviewing her notes.

"I thought you liked Politicians of Tomorrow." He said. She shook her head.

"POT? No one will take us seriously." Fitz snorted. Olivia rolled her eyes and sighed.

"The name is the most important part. It's the brand."

"Pitch it to me how you have it outlined. Without the name." Fitz requested. Olivia scrolled up to the top of her document.

"Our organization gathers children from all backgrounds and prepares them to be the political advocates for tomorrow. The United States of America has one of the lowest voter turnouts in the Democratic world and most citizens are apathetic when comes to government participation. Our mission is to strengthen government education in all of our nation's schools, run after-school programs for students interested in politics and advocacy, and overall change the future of the voter apathy epidemic." Fitz smiled as he watched Olivia melt into her public speaking fever.

"By getting the next generation involved in political conversation, our government can be what our Founding Fathers intended it to be: for the people and by the people." She looked up at him expectantly to find a smug smile on his face.

"It's good." He said simply, turning back to the road. She cocked her head.

"'It's good.' That's all you're going to say?" She asked, slightly agitated at his response.

"It's brilliant." He corrected, giving her leg a squeeze while focusing on changing lanes. She sighed.

"It isn't without a name." She murmured, sliding back into her seat in slight defeat. She rested her hand on top of his and played with his wedding band.

"Leaders of Tomorrow. You said in your pitch that our mission is to change the voter apathy epidemic. Not all of these kids will become politicians. They'll become interest group leaders, bureaucrats, the possibilities are endless. They all might dream of one day being president, but our programs will show them that there's a job in government for everyone. Plus the acronym is a bit more appropriate." Olivia turned to him in slight shock.

"I was once President of the United States." He said with a smirk. She smiled and looked back down at her tablet.

"It's perfect." She said as she wrote it down at the top of the document. She squeezed his hand and went back to planning.

"Miss Isabella, what are you doing?" Fitz asked jokingly. Olivia looked up at the rear mirror to see her seven-month daughter putting her foot in her mouth. She laughed.

"I didn't even know she was awake." Olivia said, turning around to check on her.

"She usually lets us know it." Fitz joked. Olivia sighed and played with her hand.

"That's because she's one spoiled baby."

"Could we have done it any other way?" Fitz asked. Olivia smiled and shook her head.

Granby Zoo was unsurprisingly crowded on this mild-July day. Masses of children happily skipped and ran down the pathways, parents running after them. Both Olivia and Fitz were thankful that Isabella could not walk or leave her stroller yet. They could only imagine how different their day would have been with her as the leader.

They were currently situated in front of the polar bears, where Olivia was snapping endless photos of Isabella and Fitz watching the bears swim from behind the glass. Isabella was completely enamored with the white animals. Over the past month, Olivia had noticed a lot of changes with her daughter. Despite not being able to crawl quite yet, she was sitting up on her own and becoming a lot more playful. The Vermont house was prepared for her eventual progression into being mobile, but she seemed content sitting with one of her parents or Nanny Dorin. For now, that was.

Watching Isabella grow up is a different experience for Olivia than it is for Fitz. Because she was her first child and was an only child, the whole thing fascinated her. Of course her husband adored their child, and was probably more involved with parenting than he ever had been, but Olivia could not believe all of the little things: how smart she was, how much she looked like the both of them, how amazing Fitz was with her. She never imagined how magical being a mother could be.

Olivia was broken out of her thoughts as she heard Isabella squeal. She turned to the tank and saw one of the polar bears right in front of them. Fitz took a step forward and allowed Isabella's outstretched hand to touch the glass separating her from her new best friend. The grin on both her and Fitz's faces made Olivia's heart feel as though it was going to burst out of her chest. Lifting her phone, she snapped one final shot. It would be sent and posted later, but right now she was cherishing the moment with her family. Snaking an arm around Fitz's back, she leaned in and kissed her daughter on the cheek. The polar bear swam away with ferocity, causing Isabella's tiny eyes to widen. Olivia and Fitz both watched on as a look of enchantment spread across her face.

"I'm glad I didn't combine Prada and polar bears." Olivia murmured. Fitz laughed and leaned down to kiss her.

Families behind them looked at the couple in wonder. Some of them recognized them, others didn't. In the end, it did not even matter.

Their love demanded to be felt.

By the time they were back in Montpelier, dusk had already set in. Quietly getting out of the Audi, Olivia and Fitz strategically removed a sleeping Isabella from her carrier. After leaving the zoo, they had eaten a wonderful dinner at Ferreira Café, one of Olivia's favorite restaurants in Montreal. Isabella had begun to get cranky towards the end of their dinner, so they were relieved when she fell asleep rather quickly during the car ride home. Liv had sat in the back and rocked her carrier until she thought her arm was going to fall off. A part of her was tempted to lie her head down on the carrier and sleep as well, but she wanted to get the final notes written so that she could send her final arrangements to Cyrus, who promised to review them.

Fitz and Olivia padded lightly into Isabella's nursery. Gently placing her in her bed, Fitz tucked her in with her silk blanket. Olivia rubbed her back soothingly before taking her husband's hand and leading him out of the nursery. She yelped quietly as she felt her back smash against the wall.

"Don't you ever touch your beautiful lips to tease me, Mrs. Grant." She felt her arms being pinned over her head. She looked up to him with a glow in her eyes. Mrs. Grant. It was enough to make her go weak in the knees. She bit her lip tantalizingly and let it fall from her teeth slowly. She felt pressure growing between her hips and saw a fire glow in his eyes. Before she knew it, she was being picked up and carried to the living room. With a gentle smash, the piano keys rung in a clashing boom as she felt her shirt being torn open. Buttons flew in a million directions, but neither of them seemed to care. Lips found her neck as jeans tried to find their way to the floor. He moaned in disapproval as he fought to get the skinny jeans off of her.

"Should've let me wear the dress, Mr. President." She whispered hotly in his ear before kissing the lobe. Fitz kneaded his hands into her bottom and pushed the jeans off roughly. Her shirt still half-open, he began a trail down to her core. She braced herself for what was to come. Her knuckles white with anticipation, she muffled her scream with her hand as his tongue entered her.

"Fitz." She breathed, slamming her hand back to its previous position. Fitz crawled up her body, planting a kiss in every place he could until he got to her face. She wove her hands through his curls and brought him close to her face. He smiled into her mouth.

"What?" She asked in amusement.

"You're so beautiful." He murmured. She smiled and brought her finger to her lip.

"Oh won't you show me?"

Are you breathing okay? Just wanted to make sure ;) This chapter is shorter than most of my chapters, but I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless. Montreal is actually one of my most favorite cities, so I was excited to find that Montpelier was right nearby it. If you noticed my little Vermontgate hints, well done.

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