A/N: Happy New Year lovely people! May 2015 be great to us all! I am still alive even though I got some death threats from last chapter for nearly fooling you about Fitz and his mystery woman. Lol. But alas I am still alive. Y'all know homie is a one woman man. Ha-ha. Hope you enjoy this new update!

Saturday Morning

The nonstop ringing of his cellphone roused Fitz from his Pope induced coma. Blindly searching with his hands, he retrieves his iPhone from the nightstand. Without even bothering to look at the screen he grumbles a greeting.

"Hello."

"Hey," Lauren greeted brightly.

"What's up?" He croaked with his eyes slowly becoming more alert; he searches for the clock that was situated on his nightstand. The vintage looking ones that his wife insisted that they needed.

"Sorry to wake you up," Lauren apologies, thinking that by 10 he should've already been awake.

"No it's ok… What's going on?" He asked more clearly, feeling more conscious. There had to be a reason for her call since they normally didn't work on the weekends; unless he has a concert or some other function. The weekends' were reserved for family time. He rubs his face to rid himself of his somnolent expression. Looking over to the other side of the bed, he realizes that Liv was already up and was probably with the kids – being that it was so late.

"Guess who wants you to be the face of their new fragrance?"

"Who?" Fitz asked immediately, interest peaked although it wasn't his first time to the rodeo.

"Tom Ford, his assistant called me and would like to set up a meeting with you. Tom himself requested you for his new fragrance but I thought I'll call and ask you before setting up anything."

Fitz ponders what she said for a few seconds before replying, "Sure. You can set up something."

"Great. I'll get right to it boss."

Fitz smile at her enthusiasm, leave it to Lauren to get excited over these things. For him, it wasn't a big deal, just more revenue and building his brand.

"And, Lauren?"

"Yes," she answers.

"Don't work all weekend." If it was up to her, she would. Fitz paid her handsomely for being his personal assistant and luckily for her, he wasn't very demanding but off of her own will, she worked hard to make sure that Fitz' professional life ran smoothly.

"I won't I promise," she giggled.

"Alright now. Bye."

"Bye," she returned before hanging up.

Fitz returned his phone to the bedside table and stretches out his long achy body, removing the sheet that was covering him in the process, revealing his naked form. He smiled as he remember last night, his body was Poped. He looked to Olivia's side, and saw that the ice cream container as well as the spoons had already vacated from their previous spot.

He needed to get out of bed to take a shower and brush his teeth. Especially brush his teeth. He had the aftertaste of the sugary ice cream floating around his mouth.

Stretching again, he eases himself out of the comfy bed, leaving a mass of crumpled sheets. He walks stark naked into their en-suite master bathroom, relieving himself first before standing at the double sink to brush his teeth. Once he was finished brushing his teeth, he returns his electronic toothbrush back to its holder before stepping in the warmed up shower.

Hopping in the shower, he begins singing his Good Morning song.

Good Morning

Good Morning Love,

It's my favorite love song,

I waited all night long

A good night of sleep, coupled by some sweet lovemaking would make anyway have a pep in their step. He wondered what his wife had plan for their Saturday. Since the incident with Brian she stopped working on Saturdays, and declared it to be lazy Saturdays for her family. On the weekends Samantha and Brian interchanged shifts. She was even in the process of hiring a third person to help with the overseeing of the gallery, someone who was both knowledgeable about art and was able to properly explain the intricacies of it. Over the years, Olivia mainly specialized in photographic art because that's where she started out and that's where her heart is but she also dealt with other forms of Art.

Still singing his Good Morning song from his new album, he chuckled mentally as he recalled his mother wanting dibs on his new masterpiece. Fitz indeed made an edited version for her as there was no way he was letting her listen to some of the racy songs he'd recorded. As much as people denies it, sex sells; and sometimes it was good to sing something a little provocative that will bring a little bit of spice into someone's life. In the few weeks that his album was released, people were tweeting at him about how his new album was the perfect mixture of; loving, sensual and sexy. He was glad it came across that way because that was what he was going for. Thanks to his biggest motivation – his wife.

Returning the plush towel to the towel warmer, Fitz proceeds to get dressed. He slips on a pair of black Calvin Klein boxer brief, black sweats and a simple long sleeve white shirt. Even though the heater was on, he still dressed in something that would give him extra warmth.

Heading back into the room, he heard the telltale sound of his wife's iPad ringing, signaling an incoming FaceTime call. He was about to ignore it, thinking that she'll answer from her phone but that's when he realized that her phone was also upstairs. Walking briskly over to the iPad, he sees his mother in law name appearing on the screen. Tapping on the screen, he clicks on the green telephone icon to accept it.

"Hi, Mom," he answers with a smile.

"Fitz! Good morning!" She greets brightly, happy to see his handsome Fitz. She hadn't spoken to him in a while, four days to be exact. Even though they were all busy, they took the time to regularly communicate with each other. Olivia didn't get to talk to her every day, but they definitely do not go more than two days without phoning each other.

"Good morning to you too. How are you this lovely morning?" He gives her a whimsical smile as he begins to walk out of the master room to see what his family was up to.

"I'm doing well. Heading to the golf course with some girl friends in a few."

"Oh yea? Still enjoying golfing I see…" Fitz chuckled lightly, recently Alexis had picked up golfing, saying that she was the new Tigress Wolf which made him and his wife chuckle. Olivia thinks that she was in it for the fashion as she'd clearly spent lots of money in "gears" but who could complain?

"Absolutely," she says with strong conviction.

Fitz smiles at her answer. The minute he was out of the master room loud music greets him.

Fitz was startled by the loud music coming from the surround sound system in the hallway.

"Seems like you're having a party and I wasn't invited," Alexis jests.

"Apparently I wasn't either," Fitz added loudly over the music as he made his way downstairs.

As he reached nearer to the living room he heard infectious laughing. Upon entering the room, Fitz laughed at the sight.

"This is what I have to live with," he tells Alexis, before switching the camera on the iPad from front view to the back one.

Iya, Tommy and Olivia were all dancing to Clean Bandit's Rather Be Song on the Just Dance video game while Rex looked on from a corner. That's not the funny part, it seems as though Thomas joined in with the girls to have his hair deep conditioned as his head also donned with a steaming plastic cap.

Fitz and Alexis watched on as they moved in synchronization to the dance moves on the screen as the song went.

We're a thousand miles from comfort, we have traveled land and sea

But as long as you are with me, there's no place I'd rather be

I would wait forever, exalted in the scene

As long as I am with you, my heart continues to beat

They were completely oblivious to his presence as the music was too loud. They did some movement with their hands, lifting the right one and then the next, followed by a sashay of the waist. Iya was in her element as these types of things were her forte, probably took after her mother in the dance department as Olivia was an exceptional dancer. But his dear boy Thomas, was dancing like he did when he was two years old. His two feet often got tangled up with the various steps, making him miss the beat but he wasn't too worried about it. If his old man was able to strum some rhythm into his body then he would to. Eventually…

With every step we take, Kyoto to The Bay

Strolling so casually

We're different and the same, get you another name

Switch up the batteries

Alexis still on FaceTime, watched on as her daughter and grandchildren continued to dance like no one was watching. Every now and then she would get sad, because she lived so far away and only got to see them few times a year, missing out on all the inestimable moments. She kept on watching but something caught her eyes as Liv's cardigan was moving with each twirl they were doing, showing off her skin tight tank.

If you gave me a chance I would take it

It's a shot in the dark but I'll make it

Know with all of your heart, you can't shake me

When I am with you, there's no place I'd rather be

N-n-n-no, no, no, no place I'd rather be

Fitz found himself singing along to the song as he held up the iPad for his mother in law to see and be a part of the moment.

They were finishing up the dance routine when Tommy turned around, seeing his father videotaping them.

"Daddy!" He runs breathlessly to him, interrupting the girls' seamless flow.

Fitz had to hold in his laugh at the ridiculous sight of him with the steaming cap on his head. Too bad his phone was upstairs or else he would've taken a picture of him. He already had some embarrassing stories in his arsenal to be used for when he got older. So far, there was the toilet paper incident, when he was trying to get an "arection" like him. The mere thought of it was making Fitz giggle again.

"You watched us all this time?" His grey eyes alight as he inquired about his father's previous actions. He even had the cutest sweat beads forming at the top of his top lip.

"Yes I was, and you my son need some dancing lessons," Fitz teased with a laugh that made him receive a pout from his 5 years old.

"Don't listen to him baby. You did great," Alexis said from the iPad, causing Tommy to jump.

"Grandma Lexi!" He shouts heading around to the other side of the iPad to see her face.

"Hey, sweet boy. I saw you tearing up the dance floor."

"And I jumped high in the air, like really high to the sky," he added.

"Uh huh, I saw," she confirms.

By now Liv and Iya had stopped dancing, they paused the game after realizing that they had an audience.

Iya runs over to her father who was standing at the far wall close to the hallway, who was holding up the iPad for Tommy to animatedly talk with his grandma. Alexis gives him a series of "mmms and yesses" in acknowledgement of listening.

She immediately joins the conversation with her grandmother through FaceTime. Straightaway, started talking about their upcoming Christmas trip.

Olivia was finally the last one to join them. Feeling the need to strip down due to her skin being hot from the high physical activity she just did; she removes the oversize cardigan – leaving herself cladded in just a bra shelf pink tank top.

"Hey, mom," she greets, standing next to Iya who was now holding the iPad as her father surrendered it a minute ago, to go in search of breakfast or in his case brunch, accompanied by his minion.

"Hi, Li…" Alexis stops talking and stared for long time before saying, "Olivia, step back from the camera a little bit. Iya hold the iPad up," Alexis directed. She squints her eyes at the screen.

Olivia gives her a sheepish smile, having been caught. She completely forgot about the tight tank displaying her small baby bump.

"Olivia Carolyn Pope Grant, care to explain what's going on with your belly?" She asked although knowing the answer.

"Mom, is having another baby," Iya blurts excitedly.

"I knew it! Hallelujah! Thank you Jesus! I was praying for baby number three," Alexis shouted her praises and confession.

"So wait a minute… all this time you were on Fitz's side?"

Alexis looked up at the ceiling in attempts to avoid answering her question.

"Wolf in sheep clothing. Actually more like wolf in Fitz' clothing," Olivia laughed coarsely.

"What can I say? I always wanted four grandkids but I'll take three for now."

"You're a funny woman. Maybe if you'd made more than one of me then you would've gotten your wishes," Olivia rebuts good natured.

By now, Iya had past the iPad over to her mother and went to join the boys in the kitchen, leaving them to catch up and talk about baby stuffs. She wasn't at that age where those kind of things interests her.

Joining her brother and father at the breakfast nook, she grabs a banana from the fruit bowl and peels it open.

"You guys thought about what you want to give your mother for Christmas?" Fitz asks as he shuffles down the breakfast sandwich Liv had prepared earlier for him and was stored in the refrigerator.

"I'll make her a card," Tommy offers, taking a bite from the broken off piece of his father's sandwich that he'd asked him for. For being so little, Tommy had an appetite on him.

"You can make her a card and get her a gift gift, like jewelry," Fitz explains to his son.

"From Tiffany's?" Iya asked with wide eyes.

"Yes, but we can't say anything. Ok? It'll be our little secret."

Iya runs her fingers over her lips, in a zip closing action and locks it before saying, "my lips are sealed."

"Me too," Tommy agrees and repeats Iya's action, throwing away the imaginary keys for good measure.

"Good, I'll pick you up from school during the week and we'll go after. Deal?" He looked at their little faces expectantly, a perfect mixture of his wife and him.

"Deal!" They agreed in unison.

"What's the deal?" Olivia asked, walking into the kitchen after ending the video call with an overeager grandma to be, albeit it was her third trip to the rodeo.

"Daddy said that –"

"Tommy!" Both Iya and Fitz exclaims, stopping him from almost blowing their covers.

Realizing what he was just about to say, he clasps both of his hands on his own mouth.

"Zip it big mouth," Iya warns him.

"Mommy, she called me a big mouth," Tommy complains.

"But your mouth is big because you like to talk," Iya continues.

"Iya…" Her father says her name sternly while giving her a warning look to shut up.

"But –"

"There's no buts, stop the name calling or else you'll be sent to your room," he disciplines.

She pokes out her bottom lip in defiance.

Olivia said nothing because her husband had it under control. Since she'd complained to him numerous of times about always making her out to be the bad one, who does most of the disciplines; he started picking up his equal share of instilling discipline and corrections.

"Alright you two, come let's get your hair washed."

Tommy springs out of his seat excitedly to get his hair washed while Iya begrudgingly stands to her feet still fuming.

"By the way, Honey, what's up with this?" Fitz asked, pointing to Tommy's plastic headwear before they'd fully left the room.

Olivia laughs before replying, "I thought it would be good for his curls since the winter can be very drying. Do you want one?"

"Nope, I think I'll pass," he replies with a smirk.

"Too bad, because it comes with a complimentary head massage," she said with a wink.

"Not too worried about that because I can get a head massage at any time," he retorts.

"So sure of yourself, Grant..."

"Can we please go now?" Iya interrupts impatiently at her parents back and forth bantering.

"We'll resume this discussion later, I'm afraid your spawns are getting antsy," she said before leading the kids out of the room towards the stairs.

"Oh… they're my spawns when they're acting up?" Fitz calls after her.

"Your words not mine," she shouts back over her shoulder.

Fitz shook his head, wearing a small smile while finishing his breakfast.

"Close your eyes, naked boy coming through," Olivia tells Iya who was sitting patiently on top of her parent's bathroom sink waiting for her turn. She complies with her mother's request and closes her eyes. Tommy had just finished receiving his bath and hair wash from Olivia.

Tommy rushes over to the towel warmer and pulls down a clean towel to wrap around his wet skin. The oversize bath towel swallowed him up, leaving plenty extra material to drag on the floor.

Standing on the outside of the bathroom, Olivia tells him, "Go put on your long sleeve shirt and sweatpants, and make sure to lotion your skin too."

"Yes, mommy," he replies, before bunching up the excess towel into his hands and walks out of the bathroom to head to his room.

Once he was out of the bathroom Olivia tells Iya to strip down and hop into the already running shower. Olivia too removes her clothing, to take a shower and wash out her hair.

Olivia had Iya tilting back her head as she washes out the deep conditioner. She applies the shampoo Fitz had bought to cleanse her scalp, and once she was done she wrapped her hair in a self-twisted bun to keep it from tangling. Earlier that morning, Olivia had taken her time detangling both of their hairs which was an arduous task.

When she was finished with her hair, she soaps her up from head to toe, it wasn't often that she would shower her, being that she's capable enough to do it for herself. She relished the moments that she got to do so; because it allowed her to hold on to her baby girl's childhood a little while longer. However, an inevitable time was coming that she would no longer be able to do so. Once puberty hits, moments like these would go through the window.

"Mom, how did you get these marks again?" Iya broke her out of her thoughts as she asked about the small stretch marks visible on her hips and a few on her belly. The ones on her belly was emphasize by her growing stomach.

Returning the body wash to its respective place, she answers, "I got them when I was pregnant with you and Tommy. They're my stripes, I earned my stripes," Olivia tells her with a laugh, long past over feeling self-conscious about the marks left behind from childbearing. She tries hard to keep her body in tip top shape but it wasn't perfect, and probably will never look the way it did before bearing children.

Iya looks up at her mother in awe, she was the most awesome woman she know. Not only was she gorgeous; she was smart and funny.

"I want some stripes too."

Olivia laughs at her daughter's remark. "One day you probably will, honey. Don't worry about that for now. If it comes – love yourself, if it doesn't – love yourself," she hopes that she would ingrain that simple thought fraction into her mind. So that in days to come, she will remember that she's beautiful just the way she is, not a superficial beauty but one that runs deep from the inside and shines brightly on the outside.

"Ok," Iya says distractedly as she watches her mother wash out her hair.

Once they were finish showering, they hopped out the shower and grabbed two towels from the warming rack.

Olivia also grabs the two smaller head wrap towels that she'd brought in with earlier. She secured one on Iya's head before doing the same to hers.

They made their way out of the bathroom and both went to their respective closets to change into some clothes. Olivia toweled dried her hair, then applied some coconut oil and leave in conditioner before braiding it into two plaits. When finished, she grabbed the hair products that was needed to finish Iya's hair and heads downstairs to the living room.

On arrival, she sees Iya clothed in a pair of pink leggings and yellow long sleeve shirt with her hair open in a huge afro, the head wrap long discarded. She was intently staring at the TV screen along with her father who was lounging on the sofa.

Everything looked normal until she stumbled upon Tommy who was emerging from the kitchen area with Rex.

Gasping for air, she asks, "Tommy, why is your underwear outside your pants?" he was dressed in a pair of red Spider-Man underwear over a sweatpants.

Fitz chuckles as he sees his son's outfit for the first time and Iya joins in the laughter.

"I'm a superhero, Mommy." He even places his hands on his hips for good measures.

Olivia had to laugh at the sight, "Do you have on underwear under your pants?"

He nods his head yes.

His answer was good enough for her. Smiling at him she says, "I'll let you pass with this fiasco this time, but please remember that underwear needs to be worn underneath your clothes. Ok, baby?"

"Yea," he nods his head gleefully before proceeding to play with Rex on the ground.

"Ok, Iya, please come over here," Olivia beckons for her to sit on the low footstool in front of her as she occupies the single arm chair.

She watches as she drags her feet to come over to her.

"And hurry up, I don't have all day," her pace immediately quickens from her mother's reprimand.

Finally plopping her bottom onto the stool, Olivia begins to moisture her hair and twist it into chunky size twists.

"What are you giving your employees for Christmas?" Fitz asked Olivia while his eyes kept glued to the movie on the screen.

"A bonus."

"That's it?" He turns his attention towards her.

"Yes, what else should I do?"

Fitz thinks for a moment before replying, "Maybe we can throw a party for both of our employees together?"

Olivia pauses for a second to mull over his suggestion, "that's actually a pretty good idea," she said before continuing the task of twisting Iya's hair.

"We can rent a private party room at The Ritz, hire a DJ, everyone bring a plus one or two, totally up to them and have a good time."

"Sounds good to me."

"I'll let Lauren get –"

Olivia interrupts, "if we're going to throw a party for our employees then we should do all the work. Leave Lauren out of this."

"You sure? Because you and –"

"Yea yea. I'm sure and that's in the past," Olivia cuts him off before he made mention of the times that she almost ate his head off when planning the kids' birthday parties in the past. Everything had to be perfect and if it wasn't, just know that somebody had to feel her wrath and most times it was him.

"Alright then."

"Oh, Honey, did you talk to the school about the extended leave of absence and the tutor for the kids?" Since the incident with him who should not be named, Fitz was delegated as their spokesman for any issues they encountered with the school. He was up front and center about it. Every time he showed up, he sent fear into their hearts – having them wonder if they were doing their jobs properly. He loved it.

"Not yet but I'll try to do it this week. If they don't have one to offer, we can always go private."

"I know and we will take that route if we have to. Hopefully, not."

The kids needed a tutor to keep them schooled up, for when Fitz' tour starts and they're going to be out of school.

In the next five minutes, Olivia finishes up with Iya's hair.

"You're free to go," she tells her.

Iya un-agilely gets up and stretches her long limbs, "thank you," she mumbles through a yawn.

"You're welcome. Do you have any school assignments this week?"

She nods her head yes.

"Ok, grab your backpack and let's get it out of the way early." She prefers to have the kids' do all school work earlier on Saturday rather than doing it on Sunday.

Iya did her mother's bidding and returns with her purple CalPak backpack. She opens the backpack and hands her a sheet of paper with the printed title: How does smell affect taste?

Olivia skims through the long step by step instructions listed for the science project.

"This is a lot of stuffs you have to get," Olivia comments before reading out the long list of things that they needed; "assortment of fruit, knife, cutting board, 3 large plates, Q-tips, essential oil of peppermint." Good thing I bought some last month, she thought. "Clipboard, pencil, plane crackers, water and cups."

"What's all of that for?" Fitz asked, inquiring why his wife was reading out a list of things.

"Iya's science project."

"Ms. Rogers, said that it's only a try out at home. We're still going to do it in class but she likes us to do it at home too."

Olivia thinks to herself, Ms. Rogers sounds like a teacher from hell. In her school days, she wouldn't have liked her.

"Well let's get started," she announced, terminating her negative thoughts.

The ladies rifled through the house for the necessary items and laid them all on the kitchen island. Shortly after they were finished, Tommy and Fitz came in to "help" which in translation means to "eat" since they'd learned that the experiment included food.

Olivia lets Iya write down the fruits names onto the chart that was on the back of the paper. They were using, mango, strawberry, tomato and apple.

"Another 'r' for strawberry," Fitz tells her, seeing that she was misspelling it. She erases the mistake and correctly rewrites the word.

"Tommy, do you have any homework?" Fitz asked as they sat on the barstools around the kitchen island, waiting for Liv to finish cut up the fruits into bite sized sizes.

"Nope," he said dancing in glee. He was scot-free from a lot of homework being a kindergartner.

"Lucky, I remember when I never used to do homework," Iya groaned.

"I can spell my wholeeeee entire names. Want to hear, Iya?" He ignores his sister's plight, bringing the spot light onto himself.

"Yes," she acquiesced with a head wobble.

"Upper case T-h-o-m-a-s, Thomas! Upper case R-o-m-a-n, Roman! Upper case G-r-a-n-t, Grant!" he finished with a proud smile and puffed chest.

"Yayyy!" They cheered for him and he ate up the praises. His cheeks rosy from blushing.

"Alright folks, let's do this taste test," Olivia sounded once she was finish prepping. "Everyone go wash your hands."

They spent the next hour and half laughing and talking as they did the various methods of blocking their noses and closing their eyes while eating the fruits to detect smell or taste. Tommy was no help to the experiment, because whenever they would ask him if he tasted anything he would simply shrug and say, "dunno" before he burst into laughter. His father was just as bad as him, eating majority of the fruit and forgetting to mentally record what the outcome was. Iya and Olivia made sure to record their findings while their smelling senses was blocked.

The family spent most of the day indoors relaxing with each other. However, as afternoon came the kids were becoming restless, and Olivia was about to send them up for a nap but Fitz suggested that they take them to the movies, to go see the new Annie movie. Olivia had seen commercials about the premiere opening that weekend and had made mental note to take the kids. Having decided that they were going to the movies, they made contact with their bodyguards; who in turn contacted the movie theater to give them heads up about their visit.

By the time they'd made it to the movies they were lots of people at the entrance, word got out that III Legend and his family would be visiting the cinema and a mass of crowd was out there to witness it, camera in hands.

Stepping out of the SUV, Fitz helps his son out first, then Iya and finally his woman. Tom and Huck stood around them, putting up a barricade as they battled through the crowd.

Fitz smiled and waved at the masses as they called out his name and flashes their camera. He held his kids close and his wife closer as they walked through the door to the movies.

Upon arriving inside, the manager greeted them and smiled thanking them for their patronage. Of course he offered his best services to them and told them everything was on the house which Fitz declined. He didn't mind paying like everyone else so he produced his Black card to the blushing attendant. Grabbing the tray of popcorns, candies and soda, the manger escorts them to an empty movie room.

In the short time they'd call to alert them of their visit, they'd barricaded a section of the seats in the upper middle corner.

Finding four seats, Fitz and Olivia sat at the ends while the kids sat in the middle. Tom sat in the row before them and Huck took the one at the back.

Just as the preview started rolling, people start filling into the theater. They were all talking and looking in their direction, some even squealing.

"This is so weird that they scream when they see you. You're just, dad," Iya tells him with knitted brows. She never understood why they would get excited to see her father. He was just a regular guy to her who plays with her and Tommy.

"Your father is a big deal," Olivia whispers over to her with a smile. Fitz would never admit that because he prides himself in being humble.

Iya shrugs nonchalantly and proceeds to dips her hand into the popcorn bucket.

Eventually, the masses had to quiet down as the movie began playing. The kids seemed quite taking with it and was laughing at the comedic humor it possessed; while his wife sniveled – something she did frequently at anything that was remotely sad which in this case was an orphan girl. Seeing her predicament, Fitz simply stretched his left arm at the back of the chairs in order to touch her shoulder.

When he'd gotten her attention, he mouths, "I love you."

Over the heads of their children, she returns the same sentiments, "I love you too."

A/N: More fluff, a day in the life of the Grants. They can't get more domesticated than this. Lol. The movies, science project, showering, etc. Let me know your thoughts about the new chapter.

Good Morning song by John Leged

Also, check out my other story Fighting Hearts with firefighter Fitz and paramedic Liv. :)

Until next time, xoxo.