Olivia made her way down to the main floor of the house after taking her time to get ready. She hired a small team to help her prepare for the evening to ensure that she looked just right. As she walked through the bottom level of the house in her heels and white floor-length dress she felt nervous. It was her first night out since having Jackson, and her first date night with Fitz in months. She smiled at what she saw as she walked in the foyer. Fitz stood in his black tuxedo and bow-tie as he played on his iPad while waiting for her. His hair was styled with just enough gel to give him a dapper look.

"Wow!" Fitz said, as he looked up from the screen and admired his wife's body in her perfectly tailored dress.

"Yeah?"

"Definitely. Yes."

She gave him a look showing that she was unsure about her dress choice.

"It's not too much? I don't want it to seem like I'm overcompensating just because I'm a mom now."

"You're over-thinking this," he assured her as he walked over to her. "You look incredible," he whispered before setting a loving kiss on her temple. "Mmmmm. And you smell good too."

"Thanks. So do you," she smiled at him, instantly feeling a calm wash over her as their eyes met.

Just as the world began slowing around them, they were joined in the kitchen by their babysitters for the night. Abby, Quinn, and Huck.

"Jackson, check out Mommy and Daddy. Looking Hollywood," Quinn beamed as she cradled the plump baby in her arms.

"Thanks so much for watching him, you guys," Olivia said, giving them each a genuine smile.

"Yeah. Seriously. You were Livs first choice when I mentioned we'd need a sitter. All three of you." Fitz was teasing her for asking three adults to clear their evening schedule for one baby.

"Of course! It's our pleasure. Besides, you know you've arrived in the world when the former President and Olivia Pope are trusting you to watch their seven-week old newborn," Abby said excitedly.

"Truth," Huck said. A man of few words, but Liv knew that he would be the best protector for her pride and joy.

"Jackson. How's my little porkster?" Olivia asked as she gently took him from Quinn's arms. "Did you already start having fun with these guys? My big boy! Mommy's going to miss you so much tonight."

Olivia cradled him in her arms, completely ignoring the fact that there were four other adults in the room. Jackson had all of her attention, as always.

"Daddy, too. But we really gotta get going Liv."

"Okay," she looked at him and smiled, not making any moves to hand over the baby.

"Liv?"

A moment of awkward silence filled the room as everyone watched Olivia make no attempt to let anyone else hold the newborn. Tears started to well in her eyes as she blinked rapidly, trying to pull it together.

"I'm sorry," she whispered slowly, giving Fitz an apologetic look, slightly embarrassed as she cradled Jackson tightly against her shoulder.

"What's wrong?" Fitz began rubbing her arms as he leaned down to get a good look at her eyes.

"I just need a minute."

"Guys, I think we need the room. We'll be out shortly."

The three babysitters quietly exited, leaving the Grants to have a moment.

"Liv. He's going to fall back asleep in about 30 minutes. You're not going to miss any major milestones. I promise."

"I know," she said quietly as she kissed Jackson's cheek and held her mouth there. "I just don't want to be far away from him. I know that sounds ridiculous. We won't be that far, but he's just a baby. And people are crazy. Anything could happen. We're a high-profile family that-"

"Before you start on that rant, he's more than safe. He has three babysitters and two agents on the property tonight. So safety isn't an issue."

"Maybe so. But...we're leaving him at home to go take care of politics and business. What kind of people do that? You know who? Terrible, terrible people. People who think their kids-"

"Nope. We're good parents who happen to work. We agreed to attend this fundraiser months ago. You haven't gone a day without him since he's been born. This'll be a good way for you test the waters. Okay?" Fitz pried Jackson from Olivia's arms. "Isn't that right baby boy? Daddy's handsome guy. You're going to break a lot of girls hearts with these dashing good looks."

"Ugh. Girls," Olivia said disgustingly as she cleared her throat and pulled it together. She nuzzled close to Fitz, trying to get Jackson's attention. "Mommys the only girl for you, right? My little man. I'm you're girl, right?"

"Liv, don't do that. It makes you sound like one of those moms from the Lifetime Movies."

"He's never getting a girlfriend, Fitzgerald. He won't find anyone that's as good to him as I am."

"We have some time before that's a real issue. Come on. We're late."

Fitz and Olivia had managed to get separated for a portion of the night. Each of the two circling the large room while catching up with friends, business associates, and meeting new people. Finally, Fitz had a moment to try and find his wife. When he did, he noticed her talking to a group of people. She was having a good time, conversing and laughing. He walked over to the group slowly, admiring his wife along the way, unbeknownst to her.

"There he is! The man of the hour," one of the men in the small group said. He was clearly a decorated man of the military, dressed in his uniform, his shoulders lined with stars.

Fitz politely smiled as he stood next to Olivia, the two of them interlacing their fingers and sharing a quick wink. He turned his attention to the man.

"I believe the man of the hour tonight is Governor Reston. But I'm flattered, General."

"Olivia, here, was just giving us an update on the family. Sounds as though things are going well."

"More than well. I trust she showed you pictures of our newest addition," he said proudly.

"Yes. A handsome fellow you have on your hands there. A few more years and we can get him started in politics. Follow in his fathers footsteps, perhaps?"

"Are you trying to put me in the doghouse on this beautiful evening?" Everyone laughed at his implication.

"Understood, Mr. President. We'll save those possibilities for another evening."

Olivia spoke up, adding to the conversation.

"The General and his wife were just telling me about his last visit overseas. He actually just returned from an eight-month long tour."

"General, I don't know how you do it. My wife would have my head if I were gone for that long," Fitz joked before turning his attention to the woman standing across from him. "Abigail, you must have a honey-do list the length of The Constitution by the time he gets back from these tours."

She didn't respond, only joining in the laughter with everyone else.

"Well, Mr. President," the General interjected, "you look great since the last time I saw you. And, between me and you, I think it's safe to say you're a lucky man to have this pretty woman by your side."

"You're too kind," Olivia blushed at the extra attention.

"I'd have to agree with you, General," Fitz said confidently while giving her hand a hidden squeeze. "Actually, if you don't mind, I'd like to steal this pretty woman away for a moment."

"But, of course."

Fitz turned away from the group of people, hand in hand with Liv as they made their way to a near-by doorway. It opened to a balcony which had a perfect view of the national monument, the air warm enough for a quick rendezvous outside. They stood with their bodies facing each other, drinking in the moment of standing there alone in peace and quiet. Fitz snaked his arms around Olivia's small waist and gave a thin smile.

"Hi."

"Hi."

He leaned down to kiss her sweetly. Olivia felt a surge of electric through her body as their lips touched.

"Mmmmm," he moaned as he pulled his mouth from hers.

"You taste," she spoke against his mouth after giving a quick kiss, "like scotch," another kiss, this one slightly deeper, "and cigars."

Fitz smirked as he pulled away, only inches from her face. He licked his mouth before biting his lower lip. His eyes were dropped as he stared at her full pout.

"I was with Cyrus and a few others in a quick meeting and they offered me a cigar."

"Mmmhmmm."She kissed him again.

"Am I in trouble for drinking and smoking?" Fitz asked as he pressed their foreheads together.

"I think I kinda like how you taste right now."

"Yeah?"

"Uh-huh," she replied with a devilish look in her eye.

"I'd like to find out how you taste right now," Fitz said, his voice dropping to a low tone.

"Oh yeah?"

"Uh-huh."

Liv lifted her arms to drape around his neck.

"How about I let you take me home to find out."

"Lead the way."

"Fitz," she said, barely audible, already short of breath.

"You taste," he flattened his tongue against her hot core, giving a long and slow swipe, "so fucking good."

"Baby," Olivia moaned with her eyes closed and her head back against the pillow. She reached down to scratch and pull at Fitz's full head of curls. She loved when he grew his hair out a little longer for this specific reason.

His mouth continued its pleasurable assault on her opening. Lightly nipping, kissing where his teeth had just pulled, sucking with his lips, spitting lightly to make even more of a mess to clean up with his tongue. He was intent on bringing her over the edge more than once, while he enjoyed his feast between her legs. He did everything imaginable as he was eating her out. No spot went untouched. It was particularly torturous when he would spread her lips with two fingers to open her up completely, and flick his tongue relentlessly against her exposed flesh. He gave her multiple orgasms as he explored her with his devilishly talented mouth, showing no sign of stopping.

"Please," she moaned, "come up here," she said quietly, locking eyes with her husband. She was too beautiful in this moment. Visibly spent from his sweet torture on her, she stretched her arm out to pull him up closer to her. He obliged as he laid soft kisses on his slow journey up to meet his wife, face to face.

"You would've stayed there all night if I let you," she said lowly with a wicked smile as she cradled his face. Her knees were bent as she laid on her back, with her feet flat against the bed. A perfect way for him to comfortably lay in between her thighs. He looked drugged as he held himself slightly above her body on his elbows. His hair was a mess, eyes barely open, and his lips were slightly swollen, her essence causing his mouth to look shiny. She held his jaw with one hand while using her thumb across his lips, attempting to clean them off. He took the opportunity to taste her finger and bite it gently, enjoying the leftovers.

"You have no idea how much I missed doing that," he mumbled as he leaned down and stuck his tongue out for Olivia to suck on. She was more than willing to enjoy the taste of herself in his mouth.

"Mmmmm...you are a dirty boy, Doctor Grant," she teased, wrapping her arms under and around his shoulders as she slid her mouth down his neck and clavicle, laying soft kisses simultaneously.

"And you're a dirty girl, Mrs. Grant," he said as he lowered his mouth to bite and suck her neck.

"God, Fitz," she groaned behind gritted teeth as he sucked hard against her pulse point.

While his left arm cradled above her head, his right shifted downward to play with her core once more. Their mouths met and battled with one another as his fingers began entering her. As two of his digits slid deep within her she let out a stifled moan, which he caught in his mouth as they kissed.

"Is that what you want, Livvie?" He growled against her ear, in his deep voice, which was driving Olivia crazy in itself.

"Yes," she whispered as her eyes fluttered. She knew she should say more but the feeling of his fingers inside her was practically paralyzing.

"Tell me how good it feels," he demanded.

God, he's really trying to kill me tonight, she thought to herself.

She could barely speak as she was overcome with sensory overload. But she wanted him to be just as turned on as she was so she spoke up in a faint voice. "I love when you finger me, Fitz."

He looked at her mouth with a smirk. "Such dirty words out of those pretty lips," he said before kissing those same lips and whispering against them. "I love that."

"Oh yeah?" She looked at him above her mischievously. He grinned at the sight of his sexy wife laying underneath him. Her hair sprawled out against their white pillows, her big brown doe eyes looking at him seductively, her full lips smiling at him. That sight would never get old to him.

She wrapped her small hands around either side of his neck and pulled him down towards her as she slowly kissed the side of his face, trailing pecks one by one up to his ear. As she bit and tugged at his lobe he let out a groan. Olivia smiled, knowing he was losing control, slowly but surely.

"You like it when I talk dirty?" She whispered in his ear, leaving hot breath against his ear.

"God, yes."

"Then you'll love this," she pulled his body to hers tighter, practically melding them as one,

wrapping her legs around his waist before she whispered her next two words to him. "Fuck me."

"Livvie," he feigned disapproval at her harsh language as he moved his head above hers, and locked eyes with her, smiling down. "But if that's what you want." He lined himself up with her entrance and slid in slowly, letting out a strained groan. He took his time positioning himself, not forgetting the fact that this was their first time in a while.

Her eyes drifted shut, as she let her body adjust to his hard member. She had forgotten how good he felt, how he perfectly fit inside her.

"You okay?" He asked trying to control his breathing. If he was being honest with himself he needed a moment to make sure he wouldn't finish prematurely.

She relaxed her neck as her head laid back and had a look of utter bliss on her face. Her chest rising and lowering as her heart proceeded to beat rapidly.

"Perfect," she whispered as an exhalation, more to herself than him.

"You're so tight," he moaned against her neck.

He clenched his jaw as he dipped his hips and entered her deeper. She pressed her head back more and let out a guttural groan as he positioned his hard member as far as he could. Fitz pulled away slightly before gently sliding in deeply again. His hips swiveled at the same time. Once. Twice. Again. Over and over. Never stopping. Moaning against her neck, breathing against her, sticking his tongue out to taste the salt from the sweat on her skin.

"Fuck. Olivia."

"Yes," she quietly said as she rocked in the same motion with him. Their rhythm was perfectly in sync, as always.

He took his time making love to her, kissing every part of her body that was exposed to him.

"I love you," he whispered in her ear, as he slid in and out of her, repeating himself. "I love you."

It was too much. Him on her. In her. Whispering in her ear like that. She could feel herself about to come for the third time that night. Or was it the fourth? Her husband was intent on worshipping her body. And she accepted, meeting each of his slow, deep movements, while kissing his neck just under his jaw- a spot that she knew was sensitive for him.

"I love you more," she whispered back, against his spot. As she spoke those words she felt her walls tighten against his length. It was quiet and perfect when she came. Her body's natural reaction to the love it was being shown.

His breathing was heavy as his head was dropped to the side of her face. He wanted this feeling to last forever. The two of them connected, in more ways than one. It was heaven for both of them.

"Fitz," she got his attention and gave him a look that he recognized. She hadn't spoken but he knew her well enough to understand, which she loved.

"You sure?"

She gave a coy smile as she bit her bottom lip. That was the only response he needed.

"Hold on tight." They both shared matching smirks as they locked eyes again.

She braced herself, adjusting her body by wrapping her legs around his waist tightly and wrapping her right arm behind his neck. Her left arm wrapped just under his ribcage, making sure she was secure.

Fitz was more than ready to let out his pent up energy that he'd been storing for weeks now. He started off giving it to her steady, and deliberate. Olivia bit into his shoulder at the distinct feeling of pleasure and pain. Every time he hit her spot she wanted to scream out but she opted to bite the flesh of his firm shoulder harder. Each thrust becoming noticeably rougher and faster than the one before. She began to whimper in complete pleasure in his ear, her own way of encouraging him to keep going. Their bed creaked at the increased movement, proof that their night was taking a wild turn.

"Harder," she pleaded in a faintly strained voice.

He starting thrusting as hard as he could, increasing his speed rapidly. As he took her faster her body began being slightly lifted off the bed, her small frame moving like putty with each quick thrust. His skin was becoming increasingly sweaty causing her to lose her grip against his neck. Her small hands knew to reach behind and slightly above her head to hold onto the iron bars that made up part of the headboard. Fitz repositioned himself on his knees as she gained a strong grip, wrapping her fingers tightly around the bars. He leaned back and held onto her waist with both of his large hands on either side. He forcibly slid her petite body as fast as he could. He watched as his wife's face scrunched in ecstasy, her eyebrows furrowed together and her eyes closed tightly. Fitz's teeth tightened together when saw her beautifully full mouth hanging partly open, letting out quick, sharp breaths, as her lower lip shook lightly with each thrust. He was so turned on as he pounded into her and watched her breasts bounce at the force he was using. This was exactly how he wanted it. He stared at her through each motion, almost with a look of anger, grunting again and again as he took her in this incredibly erotic position. Watching her take him

this intensely and knowing this was how she loved it was mind-blowing. He was heading to the finish line. And quick.

He lowered himself, bending over her as a canopy above her body, slightly switching his hip movements. On arm wrapped behind and around her tiny waist as the other reached above her head to grab onto the same iron bar that she had a death grip on.

"Come for me again," he groaned into her neck. "I want to feel you come, baby."

Olivia listened to the long list of dirty things Fitz began saying in her ear as he was grinding into her. Everything from how good she felt, to the things he loved to do to her body, to the places he loved to touch her. Each of his phrases laced with profanities that neither would dare repeat in another setting.

His hard length was at the perfect angle to grind against her clitoris. Her mind was hazy as he stimulated her in every way possible. Olivia couldn't hold off any longer, even if she wanted to. She felt as though she was exploding from the inside out, moaning loudly as her back arched and she fell off the edge in ecstasy.

She tried to stifle her sounds but the feeling was too good as she completely lost all control. She screamed his name, not caring if the whole world heard as she came. Fitz immediately reached his climax, holding on tightly as he completely emptied himself into her and said her name in a strained voice. He hugged her close to him, holding her in place to feel every pulse from his body. One last slow thrust was all it took to take every remaining ounce of energy from him.

"Oh god," he groaned as he held their bodies in place before lowering them. His entire body slowly rested on top of hers, careful not to crush her. "Oh my god."

They both attempted to catch their breath. Moments of silence passed as their hearts beat in sync, their sweaty bodies recovering. The only sound in the room was their heavy breathing returning to normal.

"Liv."

"Uh-huh," was her only response in between breaths.

"Baby," he kissed her chest right against where he felt her heartbeat. "You're incredible." He rested his cheek just under her breast while he wrapped his arms around her midsection.

Liv's body had gone completely limp, except for one arm that laid across Fitz's shoulder.

"When I said harder, Fitz...You almost made me eat my words."

He lifted his face to look up at her while giving her a charming, but sleepy smile.

"Not bad for an old man, huh?"

"You're not an old man...yet," she said as she put both hands in his hair to push back his sweaty curls. "You're my strong, sexy man. But, I need to function after sex, you know. Have full use of my legs and other limbs."

"Baby. You're face. There wasn't even an inkling that you wanted me to stop or slow down. Trust me, I was looking for it."

"Making love is great. But there's something about you when we're rough and you're holding me. Your muscles look incredible, your face gets so serious. It's hot. And completely extreme. But something about it...turns me on."

"You wore me out."

"YOU wore ME out."

"How about we wore each other out."

"Agreed."

Fitz and Liv had passed out asleep at different ends of the bed, too exhausted to care about cuddling before dozing off. Hours later, the sound of thunder and rain filled the room, breaking Fitz from his slumber. As he lifted on his elbows to look around the bed he noticed Olivia laying on her stomach, resting on the pillows near the headboard. He crawled his way up to her, realizing that she was still asleep.

He watched her for a moment as she took slow, shallow breaths, with a simple calmness about her. The white sheets barely covered her petite body, lazily draped across her butt and upper thigh. Her toned back looked beautiful, even in the darkened room. He made himself comfortable, sitting as close to her as possible. He settled with his back against the headboard, situating the same sheet to cover his naked body from the waist down. He sat for a minute, closing his eyes as he listened to the rain, feeling completely relaxed with his wife's warm body right next to him. Fitz looked down at her and smiled to himself at how effortlessly beautiful she was, even in those early morning hours. No makeup, messy hair, a little bit of dried drool on the corner of her mouth, which actually made him smirk some.

As Fitz watched her he couldn't help but reach out and touch her skin. He loved how soft she always felt. His fingertips lazily drifted up and down the dipped valley of her spine. Part of him wanted to kiss every inch that he touched but he settled for the light grazes.

Like clockwork Olivia opened her eyes almost at the very second of his first touch. She slowly opened her big brown eyes to him, letting them adjust to the room filled which was lit with hues of gray from the storm outside. She peeked up at her husband and gave a warm smile against her pillow. No words were exchanged as they stayed that way, just looking at each other, listening to the rain. Neither of them were sure how much time had passed before the silence was broken.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Hm?"

"You were good for a while there, but I can tell your mind started going."

Liv stared up at him. She never understood how he could read her thoughts. How does one become that connected to another person? She blinked a few times slowly and cleared her throat before answering him.

"I want to sell Pope and Associates."

Fitz repositioned his head to get a better look at Olivia. His face had an expression combined with confusion and curiosity. He looked like he had just heard a poorly timed practical joke.

"What?" She asked innocently, her face blank, pretending her own statement hadn't surprised her just as much.

"I didn't see that one coming."

"Really?"

"Really." He let out a brief, sharp exhalation. "I think I'm kind of shocked."

"Really?" She started second guessing herself. Maybe it was a bad idea.

"My Olivia," he sighed and had a thin smile across his lips. "You always surprise me." He waited for a second and began on a slow, even-toned tangent that Olivia silently watched and listened to.

"You know what I think of when I think about my first time meeting you?" He asked the question as if he were having a conversation with himself. He was clearly talking to his wife, but his eyes didn't reach hers. Instead they remained glued on her as he admired her back. His fingers simultaneously traced around a perfectly placed beauty mark on her shoulder blade that he had noticed their first time in bed together. Fitz smiled to himself as the memory drifted to the forefront of his mind. He managed to pull himself from his thoughts and continued speaking as he looked down at her body.

"First," he raised one eyebrow and smirked to himself, "I remember that you looked sexy as hell in your grey jacket and dark blue skinny jeans."

She rolled her eyes and he began to chuckle at his own confession. He looked over at her as he relaxed from laughing, this time their eyes meeting. His expression became slightly more serious.

"But, after that," he proceeded slowly, "I remember watching you, and listening to you speak in front of all those staffers. Within seconds, I knew you were a woman passionate about your work. You were smart. Brilliant. You...you took the reigns of that campaign like it was second nature to you. You were..." He paused as he searched for a sufficient word before settling for one that, he thought, didn't do her enough justice. "Amazing."

"You found your niche in the professional world at a very young age, and you worked your ass off to be the best at it. You are the best at it. Its your life. There isn't anyone that's even close to being compared to Olivia Pope. Thee Olivia Pope." He lit up as he said her name, causing her to slightly blush and tuck her face into her pillow in a bashful manner.

"I say all this because, yeah, I'm a little shocked that we're laying in bed and you're just casually bringing up not going back to that world, your world, any time soon. I knew motherhood would change things, but I didn't think you'd actually give up your career."

Liv took a few seconds thinking over everything that Fitz had just expressed.

"I know I'm bringing it up causally right now, I know that. But I've been thinking about it. A lot, actually. And this is the final decision I keep coming back to. Besides, Jackson and I have had many a conversations about this."

"You two making family decisions without me, huh?"

"Just happy hour talk over milk."

"Cute," Fitz smirked at his wife's humor.

"Really, though, I'm serious. I think last night was the nail in the coffin. That fundraiser just confirmed what I've been thinking. Talking to all of those people about work, and clients, and schedules. Its crazy because I used to run in those circles. It was all I knew. But..." she shrugged while pulling her pillow closer to her body, "it just isn't the same. It doesn't excite me anymore. I don't get that...high from it."

Fitz sat and listened to her as he processed the information.

"And, no. Its not because I'm afraid to leave Jackson with a babysitter if I go back to work."

"You sure?"

"Positive," she raised her eyebrows and widened her eyes to assure him.

"You know, before, when you said my job was my life, my world. You are absolutely right. It was. I lived and breathed it. But, everything's different now. Completely, utterly, fantastically different. Now, I have my family. Jackson, Karen, Jerry, you. All of you. You're what's important to me. You're what I live and breathe for. You're it for me."

Fitz didn't know what to say. He wasn't sure that there was anything to say. Just to sit with his wife, who he had just fallen in love with all over again. Olivia took the moment to reposition herself, sitting next to him against the bed. She wasn't sure how Fitz would take the conversation so she waited patiently for a response.

"Penny for your thoughts," she asked shyly, peeking up at him as she settled in the crook if his underarm.

"I think..." he looked down at his hands as he seemed to be in deep thought, toying with his wedding band. "I think that whatever you want, is what I want." He looked over at Olivia with a warm expression. She had now turned her face towards him, still wrapped in a sheet. "That's what I think."

"Yeah?"

"Definitely."

"You'll be married to a boring housewife now," she teased, her face scrunched with disappointment.

Fitz laughed and shifted himself to lay on his side, leaning on his elbow as he faced her. She mirrored his position. Her arm was propped up and holding her head allowing her long hair to drape down.

"You laugh, Grant. But, that's reality. No more of the high-profile DC fixer that you get to take home every night. I'll just be the mom with paint on her jeans and food in her hair, running Jackson to soccer practice and violin lessons."

"We already had this discussion. Violins are for girls. My boy isn't playing the violin. If he has to play a stringed instrument it's going to be the guitar, or if you're really pushing it then maybe the cello."

"You get the picture."

Fitz smirked and reached out and began rubbing his free hand along her hip and thigh slowly.

"Liv, I want you to be happy. If that means getting rid of your firm, then that's what you should do." He dipped his head to make sure he looked in her eyes. "Okay?"

"Thank you."

"No need to thank me. You don't need my permission to make this decision."

"I know that. Just...thank you for supporting me."

"Of course, baby," he said as he leaned over to kiss her forehead. They shared a simple smile to seal the deal, their fingers now intertwined.

"A single question though..."

"I'm listening."

"How does one sell Pope and Associates?"

"I was actually thinking of seeing if Stephen's interested."

"Finch?"

"He's the only Stephen we know, Fitz."

"True. How could I forget. The guy that was totally in love with you," his comment laced with bitterness.

"Please. We've known each other forever. He was the first one I brought on at Pope and Associates. And he was not totally in love with me."

"Finch," he scoffed. "He was always watching you. It was so obvious, too. Every time I saw him he gave me the evil eye. I swear he was putting an Irish curse on me whenever we were in the same room."

"Okay. First of all, he's Scottish."

"Same difference," he mumbled under his breath.

"Second of all, maybe he wasn't a fan of yours because you always insisted on calling him Finch, even when he asked you not to."

"What's the big deal if I call him by his last name? That's what men do. I call all my friends by their last name."

"Lies," she stated bluntly. "Cyrus and James?"

"They don't count, Liv." She rolled her eyes but followed with smile.

"And, third, it doesn't really matter what you thought of him years ago. He's the only person I can think of that's more than capable to take over and afford to purchase my company in full. Plus, he just moved back to DC. Extra bonus."

"Why?"

"Why, what?"

"Why is he back in DC? He's lived on the west coast for years now."

"He divorced Georgia."

"Wow."

"Yup. Apparently he made out like a bandit. She didn't want anything from him."

"How do you even know this?"

"I know people."

"Harrison?"

"Abby. She found out from Harrison, though."

"Of course. Well, set up a meeting. I'll join, naturally."

"Naturally," she said dryly before pursing her lips and squinting at Fitz playfully. "But, that sounds good to me."

She scooted over to Fitz under the sheet and kissed his chest sweetly as he rolled on his back. He pulled her into him, making themselves comfortable.

"My Livvie, taking Jackson to soccer practice. I like that."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Good."

"So, you being home...Does this mean I can get you pregnant again?"

She smiled while nodding her head "no" slowly at her husbands antics.

"Why not?" He squeezed their bodies together some more. "We really could use some more noise in this house. I want more boys. And a girl."

"Some more boys? And one girl?"

"Yeah. Definitely."

"You do realize that the more kids we have, the less sex we'll have."

"Not true. More kids just means we have to be more imaginative about when and where we do it."

"Right."

"Three more."

"Three?! Fitz, I don't-"

"Two?"

"Let's just get past one year with Jackson. And then we'll talk about the possibility of more. Okay?"

"Deal."

Just then they heard Jackson waking up. He was making his usual early morning sounds, alerting his parents that he was ready for some attention.

"Aaaaaand there it is. I'll go grab him and bring him in for some cuddle time before breakfast," she said.

"I'll get him."

"I called it first, so I get him. That's how this works."

"Liv, let me. You're naked."

"You're naked too."

"But I can throw on some briefs in milliseconds." Fitz rolled her out of the way and put on a pair of underwear from a close-by chair. "Ta-daaa. Magic. I'll be right back with him."

Olivia shook her head at Fitz's antics and laughed as he exited the room. She left the bed to grab one of his tshirts for herself from his walk-in closet. As she looked for a smaller tshirt from his collection Fitz made himself comfortable with his newborn on the bed, sitting with his legs crossed and talking to him.

"Dad's trying to score some more siblings for you, buddy. Doesn't that sound like fun? You want some playmates. Right, Jackson? I'll hook you up with a few more brothers. Enough for a football team. And a little sister to be the princess around here. You can help me spoil her. We just need to convince Mommy. But Dad's good at that. He's a pro. I'll teach you some tricks. My handsome little guy." He held up the chubby baby boy against his face and gave him multiple quick kisses. Just then, he saw Liv turning the closet light off to join them in the bed.

"Who's that? Is that Mommy? Isn't she pretty? The prettiest mommy in the world. Say good-morning momma." He turned Jackson's plump body to face Olivia, resting the baby atop his forearm and against his chest. As he looked up with a cheesy grin he saw Liv standing in the closet doorway holding a short stack of stapled papers in her hand. She studied the information intently and had a look of anger in her face. That of which he hadn't seen in some time. As she looked up to where Fitz and Jackson were resting against the headboard, all she saw was red.

"Fitz, what the hell is this?"

Gladiators! How are things?! Hope you enjoyed this chapter. It was a fun one to write. I haven't written a scandalous scene like the one in this chapter in a while, so it took a little longer than usual to write. Hopefully it wasn't too over-the-top. Guess its too late now though;) Thanks SO MUCH for the past reviews. I know it sounds silly, but they really do put a smile on my face. I'm not a writer so its good to know others are enjoying my little creation on here. Let me know what you thought of this chapter. I always try to take your comments into consideration when writing the next installment. Until next time!