Olivia wore one of her favorite blue plaid shirts from Fitz's side of the closet. As soon as she put on her common outfit of leggings and one of his shirts she made her way to the kitchen to start preparing the food that they would grill for dinner. Sitting in the kitchen were Jerry and his girlfriend, Marissa. Liv couldn't help but smirk at the sight of these two young adults. Marissa was a petite girl with dark features. Straight hair, dark brown eyes, a naturally tan complexion, and small enough for Jerry to be able to wrap one arm around her and entrap her entire body. He had his fathers exact same frame, so the fit of their bodies reminded her of how Fitz's body molded so perfectly with hers. As she entered the kitchen she over exaggerated clearing her throat to make her presence known.

"Liv's up from her midday nap. Which means its chow time," Jerry teased as she began pulling out the ingredients for dinner.

"So you're saying I'm only good for sleeping and eating Jer?"

"Never that, Liv. Never that," he winked at her causing her to give him a smile.

"Looks like the other sleeping beauty is up now, too," Olivia turned her attention to Karen who made her way to a nearby stool.

"I was out cold. The flight down here wore me out. Where's dad?"

"He ran to the store to get us men some drinks. There's nothing but wine in this house."

"You say that like its a bad thing Jerry."

"Liv, you've been a part of this family long enough to know that we drink manly drinks...beer, scotch, and whiskey. Stuff that puts hair on your chest." Jerry stood next to Marissa and poked his chest out while he placed his hands on his waist to give a regal stance. All three of the girls had to laugh at his silly nature.

"So do you two have plans for the weekend?" Olivia asked as she continued to season the meat for the grill.

"I think just chill. Marissa has friends that are in DC for the weekend so we're gonna catch up with them tomorrow."

"Very nice. Marissa do you get to DC often?"

"Not really. I live in Boston so I stay pretty busy there."

"Now, you went to the same boarding school as Jerry and Karen right?"

"Right. I've known Jerry a long time actually. But we only recently started hanging out."

"You were with one of the Davis twins last I heard," Karen mentioned as she pretended to innocently make her statement.

"What's that, Karen?" Marissa asked, seemingly confused.

"Zachary Davis...Senator Edison Davis' son. Didn't you date him?"

"A while ago," she responded with a skeptical tone.

"He has a twin brother. Identical. What was his name? Fredrick ? Yeah, Fred...Actually, didn't you date him too?"

"Briefly. I didn't know that you were friends with them, Karen."

"Meh, you know, just acquaintances. I just knew your name sounded familiar when Jerry mentioned you coming to visit with him. And then I made the connection. Not every day you find a person who's dated brothers. Twins nonetheless. Guess you can mark that off the bucket list."

The tension in the room had grown substantially from the brief conversation. Olivia was silently cursing Fitz in her mind for leaving her alone to extinguish the potential fire between the two girls.

"Karen you want to give me some help on the deck?"

"I'm fine. Thanks though."

"I'm sorry. I phrased that as a question. What I meant to say was, Karen, come with me to help on the deck. Now."

"Ugh. Coming."

"I don't like her."

"Come on, be nice."

"I am being nice. Considering that I don't like her."

Liv and Karen were out on the large deck in the back of the new house. It was a crisp fall evening and a clear night so the weather was perfect for the large amount of grilling they decided to do for dinner. The burgers were cooking and Liv decided that it was best for her to sit and rest while Karen managed the cooking until Fitz came back home.

"Well, for your brothers sake, give her a chance. Who cares who she dated before? There has to be something about her that's worth the time," Liv tried to reason.

"I'm sure there's something about her. Its called she's a nice and easy piece of-" Olivia stood up and raised her hand in the air, stopping Karen mid-phrase.

"Karen Elizabeth Grant, if you finish that sentence..."

She instantly turned from a venomous snake to an innocent little girl.

"Sorry, I just...I'm protective over my family," she said sheepishly as she walked over to gently rub Olivia's belly. Karen's height was always a few inches over Liv's but she never minded crouching to give her newest sibling a sweet touch.

"Don't be sorry Kare. Just give the girl a fair shot, okay?"

Karen let out a sigh and rolled her eyes. She managed to top off her dramatic response with a slight smile and smirk on her face. "Only because you asked me to, Liv."

Just as the two of them shared a knowing look, Fitz walked up the deck from the side of the house. He was carrying multiple brown bags in his hands as he approached his two favorite girls.

"Karen, help your old man out and grab this bag for me before I drop it."

"Hey dad," she gave him a quick smile and grabbed two bags from his arms before heading back in the house.

"Did I interrupt girl bonding on the deck?" He asked as he approached his very pregnant wife and gave a brief kiss to her temple. Olivia smiled and let him take over with the grilling. She continued to "taste-test" the food as she watched nearby.

"Nope. I was just telling Karen to give the girlfriend a break."

"She was putting Marissa through the Spanish Inquisition, huh?"

"She's just being protective," Liv said dismissively.

"Okay. And hows my baby momma?" He asked as he turned his attention from the food to her.

"Good," Liv reached up on her toes and smoothly grabbed her husbands collar to lower him for a slow kiss. They took their time, since it was just the two of them standing outside."Hi."

"Hi," he smiled within inches of her face, looking at her eyes and lips. "You have a good nap?"

"Yeah," just as she started responding she winced with discomfort and reached for her belly.

"Wats wrong? Is it the baby?"

"Hm," she straightened herself, noticing that the pain had quickly disappeared. "I think I just have gas or something. Sexy, I know."

"Anything you do is sexy,Liv. Even potential gas," he laughed as his hands rested on her belly to rub her gently and he gave a suggestive look.

"I think the fumes from the grill are getting to you."

"Maybe. Or maybe I'm just going through Olivia Pope-Grant withdrawal."

"You're forgetting that we had some shower time this morning, mister."

"Livvie, I don't mind washing your hair and giving you a shoulder massage under a hot shower. Trust me. But I hardly think that manual labor constitutes true shower time," he smirked as he spoke.

"Well that's as good as its getting for now, Grant."

"You're killing me."

"Come on, you'll survive. And hurry up with that food. We should get back inside before Karen completely annihilates Jerry's girlfriend."

"Right."

The evening had finished smoothly, Fitz loving the fact that his family was altogether under one roof for a weekend. As everyone settled in their respective rooms for the night Olivia found herself wide awake into the early morning hours. She decided to stop delaying the inevitable.

"Where are you going?" Fitze mumbled from the bed, barely awake.

"The baby wants a snack. Go back to sleep."

Olivia tiptoed her way out of the room before Fitz could protest, which he never did because he was delirious when he tried to have a conversation in the middle of the night. He remained tangled in their sheets as she looked around the room for some clothes to throw on. During her third trimester she hated the feeling of sleeping in anything. So, much to Fitz's delight, she would sleep naked. As her eyes scanned the room she settled on a simple mid-length robe that Fitz bought for her. He knew her preference of wearing all things white so he purchased the ivory and silk number for her from a special maternity website.

Her usual midnight snacks consisted of whatever she could find in the kitchen: granola bars, cereal, cheese snacks, ice cream-anything the baby "craved". Every time she found herself shamelessly eating in all her glory she felt a little rebellious. It was a guilty pleasure that she knew would be short-lived, but embraced it. The only difference about her midnight excursion this time was that she had thrown on the robe, strictly due to the fact that Gerry and Karen were still staying at the house.

"What do you want kiddo?" She asked quietly as she made her way to the kitchen, rubbing her belly. "Chips? Ice cream?" She waited a second to see if she felt a kick. "Guess not...Maybe your favorite captain crunch cereal?" She halted as she reached the kitchen, again waiting for a response. Her eyebrows raised as she patted her belly and quietly laughed to herself. "Mommy felt that one. Captain Crunch it is."

She comfortably moved around the kitchen, loving being the only one up as the rest of the house slept. Just as she reached to get a bowl out of the cabinet she had an unusual feeling. A lot of pressure in her lower abdomen and more movement from the baby. She had slightly hunched herself as an immediate reaction to her discomfort. Just as she stood up to straighten herself she had the same feeling again. But this time, she started to panic. As soon as she realized what was happening Jerry came strolling in the kitchen, wearing a white tshirt and navy blue basketball shorts. The spitting image of a tired Fitz, just skinnier and fuller, darker hair.

"Midnight snack, huh Liv," he teased as he walked in the kitchen, stopping as he reached the island in the middle.

"Jerry, get your father."

He looked at her with amusement as he noticed her standing under the open cabinet which made him smile, despite her serious tone.

"If you need me to reach something in the cabinet I can."

"No...just...go get your dad."

"Wake him up? You know it's almost one in the morning? And it's Sunday? Dad will freak out if I wake him up for no reason." Jerry was walking around the island as he spoke, making his way to Olivia when he saw the wet patches on the ground, "Is that? Your water just broke?! Holy shit! I mean-sorry. Language, I know. Shit! Sorry! I'm getting dad," he turned to sprint out of the kitchen and stopped dead in his tracks to swivel his body and face Olivia. "Wait! Here, you should sit."

"No! Please!" She winced her eyes and tightened her jaw in frustration. "Jerry...I'm really trying to be cool about this. But if you don't get your father in here," she took a deep breath and opened her eyes slowly, trying to compose herself as she repeated her original request in an even tone."Get. Fitz. In here. Now."

Within seconds Fitz came racing in the kitchen with a serious look on his face. His eyes widened as he saw the amniotic fluid on the wood floor. He walked right next to Olivia's small body which was gently trembling, her knuckles white as she gripped on to the edge of the counter. He placed one hand gently on her waist, the other rubbing soft circles against her back attempting to soothe her.

"Livvie, it's okay. You're okay."

"Fitz..."

"Are you having contractions?"

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure..."

"Okay. Jer's helping Tom put our hospital stuff in the SUV right now. Everything's okay. You wanna change before we head out?"

"Yes. No. I...I don't know. I don't...I'm not due for another two and a half weeks...this isn't-"

Fitz could see her brain going a mile a minute.

"Hey. Look at me." He paused to make sure that he had her attention as their eyes locked. He saw her demeanor soften as he gave her a reassuring look.

"Its fine. Karen was three weeks early. Jerry was two. We're fine. But we should go before your contractions get too bad. I just need to know if you want to change into your clothes for the hospital."

"Yes. I do."

"Lets go do that. I'll help you. And then we'll go to the hospital. It's all good, Liv. It's going to be fine I promise. Lets have a baby," he said with his best coaching spirit.

Fitz had been standing in front of the window staring out into the landscape surrounding the hospital. The sky was orange with swirls of red and pink in it as the sun set behind the lush trees. His back was turned to Olivia as he swayed side to side almost effortlessly and hummed a quietly soothing tune. It wasn't until the faint sound of a baby cooing that she knew he was holding their newborn as he watched the sun go down. Fitz heard a light shuffle in the bed and turned his attention behind him to his wife waking up. She looked frail and so small while laying there but as beautiful as ever.

"Hi, momma," he said quietly as he walked over to her in the bed.

"Hey," she said while attempting to muffle her yawn.

"How do you feel?"

"Tired. And like Jello."

"Tired jello? Gotcha."

She lightly laughed as she pushed herself up in the bed and settled her attention to her newborn.

"How is he?" She asked as her eyes remained glued on the baby. her arms subconsciously extending.

"He's perfect." Fitz had walked closer to delicately place the baby in Olivia's arms. As soon as she was holding their child she gently squeezed him into her chest and lowered her nose to the top of his head where she lightly grazed her mouth and laid a sweet kiss.

"He smells so good."

"That's because I changed him," he teased. "My boy sure can blow up a diaper."

"I might be biased. But he's so perfect," her fingers began slowly tracing all of the newborns features. "His little pointy nose, his big chubby cheeks, these teeny lips. He's beautiful Fitz. Just look at him."

"I know. Believe me. I can't look away. Especially all of that hair. A full head of black hair. I wonder where he got that from," he joked raising an eyebrow.

Olivia smiled down, and just above a whisper said, "We made a baby."

Fitz pulled up the closest stool to sit eye level with Olivia as she laid in the bed with their newborn.

"Jackson Oliver Grant. In the flesh." He kissed Olivia on her temple as she looked down at their new addition."Amazing."

Jackson was a plump baby. Jet black hair, fair skin, a little bit of color in his cheeks. His eyes remained closed most of the time but when he would wake up to check out his surroundings he took everyone's breath away with his light brown eyes. Almost the color of honey. They contrasted his dark hair perfectly. Olivia and Fitz couldn't take their eyes off of him.

"There's no way I would've gotten through this without you."

"We make a pretty good team, huh."

"Yeah. Something like that," Liv smiled sweetly but her attention was broken as she looked around the room inquisitively,"Where are the kids?"

"You just missed them. They went back to the house to sleep. I practically had to pry Jackson from their fingers. But I told them to go, get some rest, freshen up and come back later."

"Good thinking," she let out a labored sigh. "I have to say, I wasn't expecting to feel this tired. It's all a blur. I remember him coming out and the doctor laying him on my chest. After that-I know the kids came in. I remember you cutting the cord."

"Well between the tears and everyone passing him around like a hot potato I'm surprised you remember anything at all."

"I cried a lot didn't I?"

"Understatement."

"When I saw him and his little body was on my chest. And you were right next to me..I..I've never felt anything like that. Not to sound mushy. Its hard to describe," she looked up from Jackson and turned her attention to Fitz,"I love you. So much. But this, holding him, this feeling is different." Her attention turned back to their baby boy."It's just incredible. It's... everything."

Fitz reached his closest hand behind her neck and began massaging her slowly."You were a champ today."

"Thanks honey," she said as she lifted her face to give Fitz a slow but sweet peck on his lips. The soft smile that followed warmed his heart.

"You've gotta be so exhausted. You should get more sleep before you have to nurse again," he stated.

"I think your baby boy is exhausted himself," she responded, taking another peek at their newborn. Fitz extended his arms and scooped him up from Olivia.

"Jackson, Daddy's wants to hold you for a while so Mommy can get some more sleep. She's tired too." The baby made a few slight sounds as he adjusted in his dads arms. By the time Fitz looked up from staring at Jackson, Olivia was dozing off herself. He smiled to himself and looked back down to lowered his mouth before laying a gentle kiss."My boy," he whispered.

Weeks had passed and Fitz and Olivia were finally getting into the groove of parenting their newborn. After a day at his office and and evening taking care of Jackson, Fitz was wrapping up a long day. He walked into the dimly lit bedroom as Liv arranged the covers for them to go to sleep.

"How is he?"

"Handsome. Perfect."

"I was thinking more along the lines of, is he sleeping? Did he go down okay? Did you remember to turn the baby monitor on?" She slid into her side of the bed and began her nighttime ritual of lotion, taking her daily vitamins, and situating her reading material before bed.

"Yes, he's fine, the monitor is on. I think I can handle putting a baby to sleep. I've done it a million times before."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," she said playfully, not breaking her attention from her side of the bed.

"He just stared at me the whole time he was falling asleep. Those big brown eyes. I didn't want him to close them."

"He has you wrapped around his finger, Fitzgerald."

"I cant help it," he shrugged innocently as he made his way under the covers, meeting his wife in the middle of the bed. He laid on his side to face her and smiled at what he saw. Olivia Pope-Grant, going through her normal bedtime routine. He slowly slid his hand over her bare thigh and rubbed gently to get her attention. "Hi, Momma."

She turned her face from the book she was about to open and looked at him with a suspicious smile. He was too sexy for words, even in his typical sleepwear-a white t-shirt and dark briefs.

"Hi, Poppa," her hand lifted to softly stroked one side of his jaw with the back of her fingers. "How was my handsome husbands day?"

"Pretty good. Had a productive lunch meeting with a few board members. The new scholarship foundation I'm working on is finally getting up and running. I need to draw up a new proposal to fit the specifications that we agreed on today. So that'll be a new project in itself."

"You should let me take a look at the proposal. I can probably do-"

"Nope."

"Fitz, I could be some help."

"I know that. But we both agreed that you take this time off and actually rest and embrace being in mommy mode. You're probably missing work right now, right?"

"Kinda. Not that much though. I love being home with Jackson. More than I thought I would. He's such a good baby, Fitz. He makes it really easy for me. It's still work, of course, but a different type. I'd just like to get my hands on something a little more juicy. You know, sink my teeth into a big project. Just a little taste."

"A little more juicy, huh?"

"Well...yeah." Fitz stared at her in her eyes as they shared a playful staring contest for a few seconds. Before she knew it he flipped her swiftly on her back causing her to let out a gasp and wicked laugh as he trailed quick soft kisses down her neck."Hmmm, honey, I wasn't exactly talking about that," she said as she bit her bottom lip barely hiding a grin.

"You said you wanted juicy," his smile against her neck made Olivia grin even harder from ear to ear."Liv, you smell incredible."

"It's called a shower," she giggled into his hair as her nails lightly grazed his scalp down the back of his neck."Mmmmm."

"Livvie," he mumbled as his tongue drew patterns along her neck and collar bone, lightly nipping at her skin.

"God. Fitz..." Somehow he always knew the right way to kiss her, whether it was on her lips or anywhere on her body. Every placement of his lips was another head-trip for her. She pulled his face to hers with both her hands and kissed his lips. It started off sweet but only took seconds before their tongues massaged the inside of one another's mouth in the most sensual of ways. They slowly broke their kiss to lick and peck one another's faces, jaws, necks-wherever they would land.

"You're so sexy baby," he growled in her ear as his hand reached to grab her ass. She could feel his growing erection pressing against her abdomen. Olivia couldn't help but let out a moan as he began to slowly grind it on top of her. He looked at her not attempting to hide the sexy smirk he was making."You like that huh?" His hips slowly rotating against her pelvis to sweetly torture her. He already knew the answer.

"Maybe," she replied in a low voice with her eyes barely open. His hands made their way to the lace strap of her panties. Just as he began pulling them down Liv stiffened her body and grasped his hands, popping her eyes open. "Fitz, we can't."

"I promise I'll be gentle," he said, not letting up from his task as hand.

"Sweetie, you know we can't yet. Not until my doctors appointment at the end of the week. As soon as he gives us the okay, I'm all yours."

"Liv, he's going to say the same thing that I've been saying. If it hurts, don't do it. But, the way you were just moaning, makes me think it'll feel just fine." He continued the assault on her neck with his lips.

"Nope. Off." She was serious. Fitz hesitated to see if she was being playful or not. After a few seconds of reading her face he rolled on his back against the mattress and groaned in frustration."I know you're dying here. But it's doctors orders."

"I'm a doctor too, you know. In case you forgot," he was half kidding, half serious as he looked up at the ceiling keeping his hands rested against his abs.

"How could I forget, Doctor Grant?" She grazed her nails against his ribcage, trying to keep the mood light, causing goosebumps to form all over his body.

He knew she was teasing him. But he decided that two could play that game. As she turned to pick up her book on her nightstand he grabbed her at her waist, held on tightly, and quickly rolled her towards him so that she was forced on top of his body. Olivia screeched at his swiftness and laughed uncontrollably. He always used her small frame to his advantage. Fitz wrapped his legs at her ankles to trap her against him as his large hands moved to cradle her face above his.

"Livvie, tell me you don't feel what you're doing to me," he pouted with his best impersonation of a little child as he lifted his hips to prove his point."It's been weeks. Actually weeks upon weeks. Before Jackson. I don't want to beg, but, please? Pretty please? With cherries on top?"

"You're fortunate that you're adorable when you beg." Olivia swiped her straight hair behind her ears and lowered her mouth to kiss his chest through his shirt. She then rested her chin on his chest, looking up at him."But only a few more days. Besides, I told you these past weeks upon weeks, as you put it, that I would be more than happy to help you out in other ways." She smiled slyly at him and wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

"Ohhhhh, no no no. Because, even though I love when you do that, you're amazing at it, and you have the absolute perfect mouth for that, I know myself. I am going to want more. It's all or nothing baby."

"Okay," she patted his chest twice lightly with her small hands,"Well, can't say I didn't try." She rolled off his body with ease and laid on her side with her back turned to him. "Don't forget to turn the light off." She was glad he couldn't see the grin on her face, proud of herself that she had that kind power over his body.

"You are an evil, evil woman. I think you really do love torturing me."

"Never," she said as she backed herself into him. The soft flesh of her against him was heaven and hell all in one. He wrapped his arms around her midsection and kissed the back of her neck.

"Liv. You have no idea how good you're gonna get it after we get the green light."

"Oh, I think I have an idea. Good night, Doctor Grant," she said in a singing voice as she used one of his favorite names.

He chuckled against her skin before planting a final kiss. "Night baby."

Within minutes Olivia was knocked out and Fitz wasn't far behind her. Just as they were both about to be in perfect sleeping bliss the baby monitor lit up with sounds of Jackson waking up. It didn't take long for the sounds to turn into an all out screeching cry from their newborn.

Olivia barely moved but she mustered up enough energy to nudge Fitz in his elbow.

"Fitz," she mumbled drowsily against her pillow,"Can you get him?"

Fitz sighed as he rolled on his back. This night wasn't exactly turning out to be a fun one. No sex, and on top of that, baby duty. So he decided there was only one way to possibly turn this to his advantage.

"Rock, paper, scissors."

HEY GUYS! So, better late than never? I've been working on this chapter a little bit at a time. Hope you enjoy it. Jackson Grant has arrived:) As always, leave a review or a comment. Your feedback always helps me when writing each chapter. Thanks so much for reading my little story. It makes the process fun for me. Till the next chapter, happy reading:)