A/N: Hello, please enjoy this chapter!
Recap: Olivia and Fitz had a quickie in her office before the commencement of The Experience Gallery's first art show. Enjoy!
The night was flowing well as Olivia and Fitz schmoozed the crowd. Fitz was extremely proud of his wife as she wooed fellow art gurus with her eclectic taste. He was beaming even wider as they spoke to an art professor from Seattle's University (SU), who happened to be in town that weekend. She was so impressed by her that she'd informally asked for her presence as a guest speaker at the school's art conference, which is to be held in January. He watched as both women exchange business cards before excusing themselves from each other's presence.
Fitz was more than happy to be on the arm of the most beautiful woman in the room. Her red dress hugs against the beautiful curves of her body. Sometimes when he would look at her, he couldn't believe that she's thirty one going on thirty two in a few months. She looked as young and beautiful as the day he'd first seen her at his concert. He truly believe that he'd lucked out by asking for her number that night.
"What?" Olivia asks shyly.
After hearing her voice he was let out of his spell, "huh?"
"You were staring" she accuses, biting on her lower lip.
"I was. Wasn't I?" Fitz draws her close to his chest as they stood against the wall in the far corner of the room.
"Did you see something you like?"
"Nope. I saw something that I love" he responds, while playing with a tendril of her hair and gazing down in to her brown orbs.
"I'm so proud of you Livvie and I'm happy that you followed your dream. Just look around you and see what you've done, honey."
Fitz signals with his head to the crowd of seventy to a hundred people, all smartly dressed in evening attire. They all had a glass of bubbly champagne in their hands, as they gather around different art. From passing by some of the groups earlier, he could hear most of them talking about the freshness of the pieces that transcends perfectly without being overpowering.
All night Samantha was in her element, playing along with Olivia as the good hostess. The two made a great team. Even Henry who's normally reserved came out of hiding dressed impeccably in a suit and tie for the evening.
Olivia finally responds to her husband's exuberant praises by giving him a soft kiss. "I love you so much baby, thanks for believing in me and supporting me. You've been my day one cheerleader."
"I'll always shake my pom pom for you, Mrs. Grant" his reply accompanied with a cheeky grin as his arms tightens around her waist.
"Now that, I look forward to. Later?" Olivia asks coyly placing an open palm on his chest.
"You bet. Celebratory love making is a must."
Olivia laughs and gives him another kiss before extracting herself from his grip.
After their brief moment at ended, the duo moved on to rub elbows with another group of attendees.
Being in the music industry, Fitz wasn't aware of many of the people there. He admires the fact that his wife made clear introductions to most of them. He hadn't realized how much of an art snob she was until tonight. The thought made him smile.
The evening continued to go well as he sipped continuously on champagne, while eating a few succulent hors d'oeuvres and other tasty finger foods that were being passed around on the waiters' platters. Olivia had only managed to sip on the same glass of champagne all night. She said, something about wanting to maintain a clear head. Luckily, tonight they'd hired a driver, neither one of them had to worry about over indulgence of too many bubbly filled flutes.
Fitz was in conversation with Pablo, the art gallery owner that was responsible for Olivia's first photographic art display; in an art show a few years back. They were catching up on work and other miniscule topics. Olivia had excused herself from them a few minutes ago, to check in with Samantha. All was continuing to go well, until Fitz looked up to see a sharply dressed Quentin sauntering towards him and Pablo.
"Pablo" he watched as he greeted the other man with a firm handshake that morphed into a hug.
"Quentin! Wow it's been a while" Pablo returns.
"I know but you know how I get when I'm working on my art."
"That's true. Oh where are my manners? This is Fitz Grant" Pablo stops himself to introduce Fitz and Quentin.
"No need to Pablo. I'm afraid we've already met" Fitz interrupts. He took another sip of his champagne after speaking.
For niceties sake, the two men shook hands, their grips tight and intimidating.
"I was just telling Fitz how amazing Olivia has done tonight" Pablo praises.
"She's amazing" Quentin says with a cunning smile.
Before Fitz could've said something Pablo jumped in, "I agree. Fitz is one lucky bastard."
"That I am. Now if you don't mind me excusing myself, I'll be going to the men's room."
"Don't leave because of me" Quentin says with a challenging gaze.
His look didn't deter Fitz. If it wasn't for such a formal and elegant setting that his wife happened to be hosting, he would've gone rogue on him. No words to be spoken, just action.
"I'm sorry to burst your bubble Quentin but nothing I say or do, takes you into consideration."
Quentin touches his chest to feign hurt. The room was still swirling with chatters as everyone were having a good time. They were all oblivious to the icy chill rising between the two men.
"Hey baby" Fitz turns around immediately once he felt soft petite arms circling his waist. She probably has seen my predicament and came to my rescue, he thought.
"Are you ok?" she asks softly for his ears only.
He gives her a reassuring smile that she reciprocates. Moving her body from behind him, she steps towards his right side which was closer to Pablo.
"Quentin, its lovely of you to join us this evening" she greets him with a hand outstretched. She gives him a quick handshake, releasing his hand after realizing that he was planning on kissing the back of it.
"You look lovely this evening" he states with a smirk.
"Thank you but I think my husband said something along that line. Was it exquisite, honey?" she asks innocently to Fitz with an eyelash flutter. She was trying to calm him down after seeing the tension in his jaw. That means he's pissed and is doing everything to contain his anger.
Fitz lowers his mouth to her ear and whisper, "I think I said you look good to eat. Which I plan on doing before the night is out."
Olivia lets out a nervous chuckle to cover up the flush feeling; that she'd just experienced with his deep voice in her ear. Sensitive ears.
"So, Pablo how's John?" Olivia asks trying to contain her flurry of emotions and the brewing steam between her husband and Quentin.
All it took was one question about his partner and Pablo's dam of information was burst open. He talked about any and everything that there is to know about John. Some was TMI-ish while others were down right funny.
Once an exit had presented themselves both Olivia and Fitz escaped from the conversation, leaving Quentin to fend for himself.
The night dwindle down and people started trickling out into the slightly chilly fall air of New York. Olivia thanked as many people for their support and patronage.
When it had boiled down to just Olivia, Fitz, Samantha, Henry and the catering workers who were busy cleaning the place, they all breathe a sigh of relief.
Filling each one of them a glass of champagne including a slightly underage Henry they all brought their glasses together in a toast. Olivia cheers, "To a great evening."
Glasses are clinked before the bubbly beverage is downed.
"I'll see you guys on Monday" Olivia says hugging both of her workers who she'd come to care for.
"Thanks for everything guys. I couldn't have done it without you. Please enjoy your weekend" she continues.
"Good night too. Mrs. Grant. Mr. Grant" Henry the ever mannerly young man bided. Sometimes Olivia would forget that he'd grown up in England, so many of his gentlemen traits were still present.
"Good night Henry" Fitz replies giving him a friendly handshake, unlike the one he'd giving to Quentin. He was happy that he didn't ran into him for the rest of the evening.
Samantha says her good byes and whispers to Olivia that she actually has a date this weekend, which caused his wife to squeal. He's going to have to ask her, why she's so excited when she's not even the one that's going on it.
Once the catering company had left the building, the security system was activated once the door was closed.
Not long after, they were safely tucked inside of the black town car. Olivia could finally breathe.
With her feet rested snugly on Fitz's lap, he did her the honor of removing her nude stilettos and started massaging her stocking clad feet.
"Oh God that feels so good. Don't stop" she moans as he rubs deeply into the arches of her feet.
"Ok."
He continues to work on her feet, either eliciting a moan or a giggle, whenever it would make her tickle.
His hands moved from her feet to her silky smooth calves as he continues to work out the kinks and knots present. He didn't understand, how women could subject themselves to such pain, wearing sky high heels even though it looks very sexy. Actually, he thinks he understands because he loves seeing Olivia in heels. It's worth massaging her feet after.
His hands continued to creep up her legs, reaching her thighs and inching higher. Fitz's body was practically over hers in the back seat of the car. His suit jacket was unbuttoned, showcasing his white shirt and red tie. His tie was loosened around his neck. His right leg was kneeling on the floor of the car while his other one rests between her legs on the seat.
The atmosphere subtly changes as his hands crept higher and higher. Thankfully his wandering hands are concealed by the partition separating them from their driver.
"God. You're so wet" he pants, as his fingers first made contact with the dampened satin of her underwear.
Olivia moans in gladness as his skillful fingers presses against her folds. She was lost in a world, surrounded only by the scent of his masculine cologne and sensual touch.
Her head swarms as he slips a finger inside of her black panties, running up and down the slippery slope of her folds.
As the two absorbs in their own world they were oblivious to the passing street lights, oncoming car lights or the honks of an impatient driver.
Feeling as if time had stood still, Fitz finally joins his mouth with his wife's. He keeps his weight on his knees as he clutches the back of her head deepening the kiss.
Her back was braced to the secure door of the car and his delicious weight pushed her against it.
"Fitz, baby. What are you doing to me?" she whispers against his soft lips as they pulled away for air. He was driving her mad as his thick digit surges through her heat.
"Mmmm" he growls as he devours her mouth again. This time more passionate. He nibbles on her pouty lips, drinking in the faint taste of the champagne remains.
"Your lips are so kissable and you're so tight" he moans.
His erection was already straining against the front of his pants. He couldn't wait for the driver to take them home.
Breaking the drunken kiss, Fitz removes his single finger from her dripping core and his leg that was trapped between her knees.
He lowered both legs to the floor and angles her body towards him on the seat.
He took in her flush appearance. Her once flawless updo showed signs of being tousled. Her lips bee stung and swollen from his aggressions.
"Fitz what are you doing?" Olivia asks, trying to catch her breath.
"Fulfilling my promise" he answers audaciously as he reaches underneath her dress, hooks his fingers into the waist band of her underwear and pulls the skimpily styled black satin panty, down her legs.
"Shit!" her voice is rising as Fitz places his tongue between her folds.
"Mmmm" was his response as his head was securely buried partially underneath her dress, between her legs.
"So tasty, sweet baby" he mumbles against her sex.
"Ahhh" Olivia reaches down and interlaces her fingers into his brown curly locks.
"Fuck!" she booms a little too loudly when the car was dropped into a pothole, making Fitz lose his momentum and caused him to bite down on her hidden pearl. It was delicious pleasurable pain.
Fitz continues to make love to her core with his mouth. He couldn't get enough of her, no matter how much he tries. He enjoys giving her pleasure, worshipping her body and protecting her heart. He believes that's his life's mission.
As he sucks diligently on her engorged pearl with just the right amount of pressure he could feel her composure slipping.
He pushed her legs wide open each time she tried to lock them, in the fairly large confinement of the car. Every time he murmurs onto her core, he feels her body shivers beneath him.
Her fingers continues to tug and pull at his hair.
"Fitz...I'mmmm...gonna...cum" she pants.
With one final flick of his tongue in her most sensitive area, he feels her tensing as her orgasm surges throw her.
He revels in the extra essence that is being flowed out from her. He laps up her juices until he feels her body goes limp. Placing a soft kiss on her lower lips, he finally retrieves from beneath her dress.
Olivia was panting for air as her back is braced partially on the car seat and door.
Fitz was a sight to behold. His hair was rumpled from the manipulation of her fingers. His mouth glistens with her essence and his forehead had beads of sweat lining it.
"That was amazing" Olivia says as she gets up from her seat to straddle Fitz's legs. "Thank you" she whispers against his lips as she cups his face in her palms.
"You're welcome" he replies just before their lips were fused together.
Breaking away from the kiss she says, "as soon as we get home. I'll be taking care of this." Olivia grabs a hold of his erection covered by his pants and squeezes it.
"This car can't drive fast enough" he growls as he moves to nibble on her neck.
"I know" Olivia breathes moving her core against his erection to create friction.
"Livvie" Fitz warningly calls her name. "Don't do that."
"Or what?" Olivia gyrates her hips against his tent, causing him to grunt.
"Or else, I'll fuck you at the back of this car."
She watches as his eyes turn stormy gray and she knows that he would if she don't stop teasing him.
Like if on clockwork, the car comes to a stop signaling that they'd reached home.
Olivia clambers off of him as gracefully as her panty-less state allowed. Before she could've grabbed the discarded material, Fitz reached for it and stuffed it inside of his pants pocket.
Their driver got out and opened their door. Olivia exists first feeling flushed and slightly embarrassed. She wondered, if he had heard them or moreover her. She tried to not be loud.
She mumbles a shy "thank you" to him before making her way to their house.
"Thank you Roger. Have a good night" Fitz also thanks him and gives him a generous tip before he follows Olivia's path to their house.
"Have a good night Mr. and Mrs. Grant" Roger bids before returning to the town car.
Olivia unlocks the front door and deactivates the alarm as soon as she enters. Fitz soon after follows her through the door, locks it and reactivates the security alarm.
"Now I believe I have something for you" Fitz says gripping Olivia by the waist and pulling her flush against his body.
"And what's that?" she asks biting her lower lip.
"This" he says grinding his erection against her stomach.
In one swift movement, Fitz lifts her off of the ground and her legs automatically wraps around his waist. Settling her against his painfully stiff erection. He latches his mouth to hers and begin to kiss her hungrily.
"Fitz mom and Rick is here, we can't do this down here" she protests but he continues to kiss her. "The kids" she tries a different tactic.
But Fitz continued to kiss her lips and palm her ass through her dress. His legs moved blindly through the house, trying to find the stairs without breaking their kiss.
Finally reaching the bottom of the stairs, Fitz began to climb it with a writhing and moaning Olivia. Their tongues dancing around each other.
"Shit!" He mutters as his feet missed a tread. He unwraps one of his hands quickly from around Liv and uses it to break their fall. He grabs a hold of the railing and that stops them from hitting themselves on the wooden stairs.
They burst into laughter at their near fatality. Fitz releases Olivia and she sits on a stair above him with her back resting against a few steps, while he kneels on the lower one with his head on her chest.
"Where were we?" Fitz asks after they'd stopped laughing.
"I think you were kissing me, old man Grant" Olivia teases.
"I'll show you who's an old man."
Fitz moves up her body to bring his face to hers. He places both hands to the side of her head, keeping his weight from crushing her.
He picks up the kiss by plunging his tongue into her waiting mouth.
The two continued to make out on the stairs as if they had no care in the world. Fitz hands were groping Olivia's breast through her dress as her hands were running over the wide expanse of his muscular back.
"Daddy?"
"Shit" Fitz whispers against Liv's lips. "Don't move. Let's pretend like he's not there."
"Fitz we can't do that. Get up" Olivia whispers back at him while trying to push him off of her.
"Mommy" Tommy calls again, this time coming down the stairs towards them.
"Yes baby, what are you doing up so late?" she tried to control the tremor in her voice.
"I'm thirsty. I am going for some water" he says as he rubs his sleepy eyes, taking the steps one at a time.
"Oh and why didn't you ask grandma?" Olivia finally got Fitz to move off of her. Thankfully, the room was mostly dark except for the glow from the night lights in a few outlets around the stairs.
"Didn't want to wake her up" he explains. "Daddy why were you on top of mommy?"
Of course Tommy would observed that. "She fell and I was helping her up" he offers as an explanation.
"Oh" his voice still sounds sleepy. His parents hoped that he wouldn't recall any of this in the morning.
"Let's go for that water, baby."
"Ok mommy. Good night daddy." He walks towards his mother and gives her his hand.
"Good night son" Fitz lowers himself to give him a hug. Turning towards Olivia he says, "I'm going to start a bath. To be continued, Mrs. Grant" with a smirk.
"Sounds good." She smiles at him before walking towards the kitchen with Tommy.
She draws two glasses of water from the refrigerator door. She hands Tommy the smaller glass and he gulps it down in one drink. He was really thirsty, she thinks.
"Ahhhh" he says once the glass was removed from his lips.
"You were really thirsty, son."
"Uh huh."
"Ok let me take you up to bed." Olivia takes both glasses and placed them in the sink. She'll tend to them in the morning.
She follows Tommy to his room and tucks him into his race car sheet and comforter set. She kisses him on his forehead while ruffling his curly hair.
"Mommy?"
"Yes, Tommy?"
"Why was daddy's pants pointy in the front?"
Olivia lets out a little chuckle. Her little man was quite observant.
"You know what sweetie, I'll let daddy explain that to you. Ok?"
"Uh huh. But can my pants do that too?" He asks curiously.
"Someday far far away, it probably will."
"Ok, mommy. I love you."
"I love you too sweetie. Now close your eyes and go to sleep."
Olivia couldn't help but to chuckle at her son's question. His father really needs to talk to him. He's been asking so much questions as of late. He knows about good touch and bad touch but haven't been fully exposed to the birds and bees as yet.
She stayed with him until she heard his breathing even out. Placing another kiss on his forehead, she bids him a final good night.
Fitz was already in the oversize bathtub soaked in sudsy warm vanilla coconut bath water. His head was rested against the edge of the tub propped up by a bath pillow. All the tensions of the day's work and activities were slowly leaving his body, making him relaxed. It felt heavenly, having the warm water caress his muscles.
"It's nice for you to finally join me" he greets Olivia as she enters the room.
"Your son had me locked down with 21 questions."
Fitz chuckles, "that boy is very inquisitive."
"You have no idea" she retorts. Her hands reaches to her side to lower the zipper of her figure hugging dress. She slowly pulls it over her head.
"Where's your panties, young lady?"
"I'm afraid my boyfriend stole them" she grins at him. Her dress was heaped on to the dry cleaners pile. She made work of removing her bra, garter belt and stockings before throwing them into the laundry hamper.
"He must be a wicked fella" Fitz muses, while watching her every movements. He was rock hard as he watched her slim curvy figure move before him. Like a lioness waiting to hunt for food; he was waiting to prey on her.
"Don't look at me like that"
"Like what?" He grunts.
"Like you're planning on using that thing on me" she points to his erection tip that was protruding out of the water.
"Come here" he beckons her with an outstretched hand. She concedes by taking his hand and letting him lead her to straddle his thighs.
He hugs her to himself, nuzzles her neck and inhales her scent deeply.
For the next forty minutes the two lose themselves in each other. They took their time making sensual sweet love, releasing the pent up emotions from tonight.
With her back to his chest, Olivia pants for oxygen as her lungs hungrily breathes it in.
"Thanks for everything you've done for me. For our kids. You're an amazing husband and father."
"You don't have to thank me, Livvie. Each day I'll try to be the man that I know you deserve and the father our kids deserve. I love you so much" he hugs her waist tightly.
"I love you too."
They spend a few more minutes in the tub before leaving. The water was long cold but they didn't mind it.
Olivia grabs a fluffy white towel from the towel warmer and gives it to Fitz. She takes another one for herself and they both dried off their skin in silence.
When they were dried, the towels were returned to the warmer and they made their way to the walking closet.
"By the way, Tommy wants to know why was daddy's pants pointy at the front and if his can do it too. So sir, you have your work cut out for you. Good luck!" Olivia kisses his cheek before shimmying herself into a lavender silk nightie.
Fitz groans as he pulls on a sky blue pajamas bottom. This impending conversation is getting better and better, he thought.
When they'd both settled into bed, they kissed each other good night before moving into their favorite sleeping position. A spoon.
The next morning it was a hustle and bustle as everyone prepared for their day. Olivia, her mom and Iya were meeting up with Raye and Janet for a girls' day out. At the last minute they'd decided to go for brunch at one of their favorite spots.
Being that the weather was increasingly getting cold; they all dressed in light jackets over their outfits. A mass of kisses were given before the three ladies went out the door.
"So what are you going to do today, Rick?" Fitz asks he takes a sip of his piping hot coffee.
"Actually, your old man invited me to go golfing with a few of his buddies. We're going around lunch time" Rick answers.
"Sounds good. Tommy and I are leaving soon, his soccer practice starts at 10."
"How's he doing on the field?"
"Pretty good. He has a mean right leg" Fitz grins proudly.
"Tommy!" Fitz calls, wondering what's taking him so long.
"I'm coming daddy" he shouts from upstairs.
"What is he doing up there?" Rick inquires
"I have no idea. Probably looking for his soccer ball."
Rick shrugs casually in his seat. The two fell into a comfortable silence both indulging in the quiet atmosphere.
"I'm here daddy!" Tommy announces as he makes his way into the family room.
"What the…?" Fitz stops himself from cursing.
"Tommy what's in your pants?" he asks his son.
"Toilet paper. Look dad, I look like you" he replies proudly as he pats the front of his pants that was stuffed with toilet paper.
"Good God" Fitz groans, as one hand covered his mouth to stop him from laughing. He places his coffee mug onto the square ottoman and gets up to attend to his son.
"You can't leave the house like this son" Fitz tries to reason.
"But why? I saw you last night and the front of your pants were out like this" he illustrates by pointing to his toilet paper stuffed front.
Fitz looks over to Rick, who seems to be changing color. A result of trying to hold in his laughter.
"Let's go to the bathroom and we'll talk there."
"Ok" Tommy agrees, while following his father's lead to the master bathroom.
Fitz gingerly sat on the closed toilet seat with Tommy standing in front of him. He helped him take the toilet paper out of his little boxer briefs. Once they were all gone, he picked him up and carried him into the master room's sitting area.
Sitting on the dark purple love seat, he puts his son on his knees.
"Daddy is going to explain some things to you, bud. Ok?" Fitz searches his little face for any displeasure. "And if you have any questions just ask me. Don't be afraid to."
Tommy nodded his head in understanding. Fitz took a deep breath before beginning to talk.
"Last night my pants was pointed out because daddy had an erection."
"Arection. What's that?"
Fitz lets out a small sigh of frustration, as he tries to figure out how he can bring this down to his son's level and help him understand.
"An erection is kinda like a balloon. When you blow air into it, it swells and becomes stiff."
"Huh?" Tommy's face marred with lines of confusion.
"That's probably not good" Fitz says with a nervous chuckle.
Fitz takes a deep breath and tries again. "When a man loves a woman like how I love your mother, he has feelings for her. Especially when he kisses her. Those feelings makes him feel really good. And when he feels good, his body changes."
"How?" Tommy asks in wonderment.
"Well his penis grows and it becomes hard."
"Because of the air in it like the balloon?"
"Uhh. Actually no. It's because of blood. Remember in the doctor's office we saw the picture of the little boy with the veins?"
"Yes" Tommy recognizes. His shiny grey eyes focused on his dad.
"Did you see how the veins ran all over his body?"
"Uh huh"
"Well penises have veins too."
Tommy looked at his father like if he'd grown a second head.
Fitz asks with a reassuring smile, "You think you're getting, it buddy?"
"I think so" he pauses to think and then continues. "Because you have feelings for mommy, you like kissing her and it makes you get an arection?" he scrunches his nose up the way that his father does when in deep concentration.
Fitz chuckles, of course Tommy would get it. He could honestly say that he is blessed with having two very intelligent children. It sorts of make their work a little easy. From an early age they'd allowed them to be expressive and free but respectful.
"That's about right, son."
"How come I don't get an arection for mommy? I have feelings too. I love her."
"That's because you're her son. One day when you're married you're going to feel that way about your wife. Your mother is my wife and that's why I can get an erection. Sons don't get erections for their mommies" he teaches him.
"Oh"
"As you grow older, you'll understand more. I know right now it makes no sense to you but in time it will. Just have patience. Ok bud?"
"Ok, daddy."
"Remember we also talked about bad touch and good touch?"
"Yes!" Tommy jumps down from his father's lap and stands in front of him.
"Only you, mommy and my doctor can touch my penis" he points to it.
"That's good. What else?" His father urges him on.
"My buttocks too. Only mommy, you and Dr. Roshauna." He mentions his pediatrician's name and pats his butt while he speaks.
"And if someone touches you there and you don't like it, what must you do?"
"Tell you and mommy. Grandpa Jerry, nana, grandma Lexi and Rick. And Aunty Raye too."
Fitz gives him a proud smile. "And if it happens at school, a teacher. If you ever have questions don't be afraid to ask me or your mother. Ok?"
Tommy nods his head up and down in acknowledgement. "Yes, daddy."
"Keep all this penis talk between me and you. Don't go telling your sister what we talked about. Deal?"
Tommy nodded and accepted his pinky to pinky swear on their promise.
"Deal!"
"Now come on, let's go before we're late for practice" Fitz jumps to his feet, grabs Tommy and slings him over his shoulder like a sack of flour.
Tommy giggles at the unexpected lift.
After brunch the ladies were all assembled in individual spa chairs as the beauty technicians tend to their feet and hands. Iya was in heaven, being able to select the color nail polish that she wants. She'd chosen a bright neon green that her mother's eyes repulsed at.
"Do you want a warmer color, honey?" Olivia asks as she flipped through this month's Essence magazine.
"Um nope" Iya replies with a pop of the p. "I like it and I know that no one else will be wearing it" she added with a giggle.
"Ok. Ms. Trendsetter" her aunt Raye says, sitting in the chair from across her with a magazine also in her hand.
"How's school?" Grandma Lexi asks her. She's relaxing against the back of the chair as it massages her little body.
"School is good, grandma. I'm getting straight A's. Oh mommy, Kendra is having a sleep over. Can I go this time? You never let me go" she pouts.
"I'll ask your father when we get home" her mother replies. Iya has never been to a sleepover at a friend's house, in all of her eight years of life with the exception of her grandparents or Aunty Raye.
"But daddy always say no problem and you always say no" she continues to pout at her mother.
Olivia made eye contact with her mother, who was smiling mischievously from behind her granddaughter. She's probably thinking about how I used to complain to her about the same thingSN as a young girl. Mom you're too overprotective or mom I'm a big girl, were all things she used to say. Now the table has turned.
Olivia sighs, "Ok. This time I'll talk to Kendra's mommy and daddy and I'll see from there."
"But mommmm" Iya sings. "Kendra has two daddies" she added as an afterthought.
"Huh?" Olivia asks slightly confused.
"Kendra…has...two...daddies" Iya repeats herself slowly to help her mother understands.
Olivia still wore a lost look on her face.
"They're gay, Liv" Raye says as clarification.
"Oh…oh." Of course, Olivia. She chides herself. She was thinking along the line of her having a father and a step-father.
"Like I said, I'll talk to your father" she reiterates to her scowling daughter.
The rest of the spa outing was filled with light child friendly conversations. Olivia wasn't able to ask Raye any questions about Harrison and it seems as if that was much welcomed by her. Janet and Alexis catch up with each other, promising to take another trip to God knows where, together. It always fascinates Olivia that Fitz's and her mother could hit it off like this.
After the ladies were done, they decided to visit the Neiman Marcus store on 5th Ave – knowing her daughter, Olivia had to monitor the amount of things she picked up. Seeing a nice Marc Jacobs wallet, she picked it up for Fitz. She remembered him complaining that it was time he switched out from the one he has. It's a wonder that they live so grounded with them technically being millionaires. They led simple fulfilling lives.
Their kids have allowances and they have chores too. They wore things until they're no longer good or the kids outgrow them. They donate a lot too. Olivia for one do not believe in the onetime wear of a piece of clothes. It was ridiculous to only wear something once other than your wedding dress or some couture dress for an elegant evening. And that most time is on borrow.
Not wanting her son to be left out, she bought him a pair of Nikes as the ones he currently wears are becoming too small.
Once the bill was ringed up, they all left the mall and head back to their own place.
"How was soccer practice today, Tommy?" Olivia asks as they were all gathered in the kitchen preparing hamburgers for dinner. Olivia was slicing tomatoes and other veggies for the toppings. Her mother was making a side of potato salad while Fitz and Ricardo was out on the back patio manning the grill. Iya and her brother were tasked with setting the main dining table – with condiments, plates, cups, napkins and forks.
"Good I made a goal" he says excitedly. "But the ball hit me in my tummy" he says pointing to his lower abdomen with his right hand while his left hand holds the bottle of ketchup. Not surprising, that he is ambidextrous like his dad.
"Does it hurt?" Olivia asks immediately dropping the knife on the cutting board to come tend to her son.
"When it hit me it hurt but not anymore" he explains.
"Ok baby" she ruffles his brown curls and kiss his head. "Now go carry the ketchup to your sister. I'm sure she has a theme going" she pats his little bottom as he walks out of the room.
Olivia and her mother continued to work around each other making small talks about their extended relatives. Whom, Olivia was happy that she doesn't see very often.
"It's crazy how you and Janet seems to hit it off" Olivia says, changing the topic.
"I know right. Who would've known that I would gain a good friend when you got married" her mother confesses.
"And here I am thinking I was the lucky one."
Taking a piece of saran wrap she covers the potato salad. "But you are. You married a great man. Took me over twenty years to find me a good one" Alexis jokes.
"And that was your own doing" Olivia adds with a smile.
The two continued to work in silence, clearing the dirty dishes that they'd used to prep the food.
"Mom, I know I've probably told you this before but thank you for putting me first when it was just the two of us. You didn't have to do it and God knows so many parents that don't, but you did and I'm always grateful for the mom that I was given. I love you."
"Oh stop, Livvie. You're going to make me cry" Alexis becomes misty eyed. She walks over to her daughter and envelopes her into a warm hug.
"I'm so proud of you baby. There's nothing I won't do for you."
The two pulled apart after being startled, when Fitz and Rick entered the room laughing loudly.
"Sorry I didn't mean to break up your moment or anything" Fitz apologizes with a smile. His hands holding the tray of cooked hamburgers.
"It's ok" the ladies replies in unison both wiping their eyes with the back of their hands.
Everyone grabbed the remaining foods and beverage that were in the kitchen before making their way out to the dining room.
"Wow this is so pretty" Alexis was the first one to speak as they made their way into the dining room.
The kids had decorated the table finely, with the fresh flowers that was normally kept at the breakfast nook. They had the eating utensils inexpertly wrapped in an array of colorful napkins and place cards with each of their names, written and designed with pencils, were on each plate. Iya's doing.
Everyone rain praises on the kids as they smile shyly taking it in.
"I feel like I haven't seen you all day" Fitz complains, as they were transporting the many decorative pillows from their bed to the little storage chest at the foot of it.
"I know right. We need a getaway. Just the two of us. It's been eight year since it was just us" Olivia replies plopping her body onto the soft mattress. She was yet again adorn in a satin nightie with spaghetti straps. This was mainly for Fitz. He likes the feel of caressing satin on satin skin, his words not hers.
"That sounds like heaven right now. Can we leave tomorrow? Leave the nuggets with their grandparents. I could use a break in more ways than one." Fitz slides in between the sheets and snuggles behind her.
"I wish. But let's plan for some alone time as soon as the kids are out of school. Ok?" Olivia offers a reasonable solution.
"Mmmkay" Olivia can feel his pouty lips against her neck.
"You're a lot like Tommy when you do that" she teased him.
"Speaking of your dear son, Thomas. Today he had toilet paper stuff inside the front of his underwear" Fitz recalls.
"Oh my God. Say it isn't so, Fitz!"
"I'm afraid dear wife your son wanted to be like his old man and have an arection" Fitz repeats the way Tommy pronounced the word.
Olivia's hands flew to her face as she rolls over laughing.
Fitz joins her merits, finally able to laugh about the situation.
"What are we going to do with these two children?" Olivia asks breathlessly.
"I have no idea but they're surely funny."
"Thanks to me" Olivia smirks turning to face him.
"Says the woman who laughs from the time she begins to tell a joke all the way to the end."
"That's because it's funny and I have a hard time trying not to laugh" Olivia says defending herself as she cups his chin. "Besides your jokes are corny."
"My jokes are corny? I'll show you corny, woman" with that his fingers reaches to her belly and begins a tickle fest.
"Fitz stop!" Olivia shouts while laughing as he assaults her belly with his finger and mouth. He motorboats her with his mouth and that had her almost peeing her pants.
"No! Not until you tell me my jokes aren't corny."
"Never!" Olivia retorts trying hard to wiggle her way out from underneath him.
"Then I'm going to continue to tickle you "
"Ok ok. Your jokes aren't corny" she acquiesces trying to catch her breath.
Fitz stops his assault on her. "You promise?"
"I promise" she smiles up to him. "Now kiss me!" She orders him
Fitz had no problem fulfilling his wife's command. None at all!
A/N: Hope you enjoyed this chapter. I really didn't know where to end. I kept going and going like the energizer bunny. HA! The bad thing about long chapters is editing. Woosah. I apologize in advance for the grammatical errors.
They were lots of penis talks this chapter between father and son. I don't have a child and many of "the talk" stuffs comes from my inexperienced POV. LOL.
As a parent or not, would you be ok with sending Iya to her friend's sleepover with two male parents? This is not to bash gays or anything like that. I like writing situations that are different from "norm". It helps me ask myself, "What would I do if I was in their shoes." Thoughts?
Don't forget to leave reviews. I truly appreciate reading them keeps me motivated :-). I have so many tricks up my sleeves.
Until next time,
Muahzz!