A/N: Happy 100,000+ words to us! Enjoy! (This chapter was going to be longer but if I had continued, it would've been way too long.) I don't want to burden you with an extra long chapter that by the time you reached the end, you forgot what happened at the beginning. Lol
"Mooooooom, how much longer do we have?" Tommy whines from the first class seat in front of his parents' as the airplane soars through the sky.
Olivia sighs for the thousandth time, irritated by his constant questioning of when they would be arriving in Miami.
She jabs Fitz in his side to wake him up from his light nap. If she wasn't going to be getting any shut eyes then neither would he.
"Mooooo —"
"Tommy, we'll be there soon," she interrupts in a stern tone, halting his complaining. She understands that he hates to be confined to one spot for a long duration but there wasn't much she could do. Why couldn't he be like his sister whose busy watching some video or playing some game on her borrowed iPad?
Feeling a little more alert seconds after being forced to wake up, Fitz feels the growing tensions between mother and son.
"Tommy," his father's deep baritone voice calls out in a gentle voice.
Olivia could see some eyes watching them, thankfully, the first class section gave them some privacy but not too much. She hopes that Tommy calms down and sleeps.
"Yes, daddy," he sing song in an unhappy tone.
"Can you undo your seatbelt and come to me?"
Olivia hears him unlocking his seatbelt quickly before briskly passing his sister who was sitting in the seat closest to the passageway.
If she wasn't tired and deprived of sleep she would've found his sulking face cute but right now she was irritated, sleepy and not fully comfortable.
They were flying in to Miami the day before Christmas Eve, still tired from the previous night's activities; they'd kept their combined staff Christmas party at the Ritz. It was around 3 in the morning when they'd finally gotten home. The party was a huge hit, they had so much fun with their employees and guests. Not only did Fitz and Olivia give their hardworking employees an attractive bonus, they also give out $1000 gift cards to Neiman Marcus. The night was filled with great food, expensive drinks, sadly Olivia wasn't able to partake in any, eclectic music and most importantly happy people. Olivia was pleased to see Samantha having a good time, she saw her and Derrick dancing all night long. Even though it was Derrick and knowing him, she knows that nothing would come out of it, nevertheless, she was glad her friend had fun.
She breaks her train of thoughts when Fitz scoops up Tommy onto his lap and rests him against his chest before reclining his chair all the way back.
Olivia was amazed that within a few minutes both of her boys were fast asleep. Guess his reason for being cranky was that he's tired, she thinks.
Feeling a little relaxed, she too closes her eyes and took a light nap until the flight attendant made an announcement, preparing them for landing and urging everyone to return to their seats and buckle up.
"How was the flight?" Alexis asked brightly from the passenger seat of the large SUV Ricardo was driving. They'd already encountered the large mass of paparazzi outside the airport, but thankfully Tom and Huck was there with them. When all the zealous greetings were given, they piled up into the vehicle and was heading towards the Sanchez's South Beach home.
Olivia mumbled something incoherently as an answer to her question, she was still feeling extremely tired and being pregnant didn't help her predicament, she couldn't wait to arrive at the house so that she can take a shower and have a proper sleep.
"Someone is grumpy," Alexis teases.
Olivia ignored her and burrowed her head deeper into Fitz' side. At least Tommy had recovered from his case of the grouchiness.
"The flight was long, grandma. Super long. I don't like flying," Tommy answers for everyone.
"And you fretting every minute didn't help," Iya inserted.
"Because it took too long," he defended.
Coming to the rescue, Alexis says, "Ok, you two, are you ready for some fun in the sunshine state? We'll go to the beach and Rick is going to take you and your dad hunting, Tommy."
At the mention of hunting, Fitz interest got piqued. "Rick, what's that about hunting I hear? You know I'm a city boy and a Democrat, we don't go hunting," he jests.
Rick laughed heartily from the front, it was an ongoing debate between them about which political party was the better one. Fitz had come from a long line of Democrats so by the time he was a registered voter, he'd fallen into the same party while Ricardo favored the Republican Party.
"Ahhh they will be none of that, Fitz. We will not talk about politics or gun control."
"You bet your olive tuckus you won't be." Fitz laughs at his mother-in-law's brass comment to her husband.
"What's a tuckus?" Tommy innocently asks.
Before anyone could answer him, Iya interrupts, "Oooo, dad, can we go there?" she points to the gigantic water park showing outside the tinted windows.
Fitz looked out of the window at what she's showing him. "Is that new? I can't remember seeing it when I was here the last time."
Alexis answers, "Yes, it was open to the public about a month ago."
"So can we go?" It was Tommy's time to inquire.
"Go where?" Olivia mumbled, peeling herself away from her husband's shoulder.
"To the water park," Iya filled her in.
"Oh," she mumbled before reclaiming her spot on Fitz' side, too tired to offer any input.
"I don't see why not. As long as everyone behaves we can go."
Both kids' perks up immediately; both internally promising to be on their best behaviors.
Being that it was afternoon by the time they'd arrived in Miami, Olivia left the kids in the care of their father before heading up to their self-contained room to shower and sleep.
Fitz assisted the kids with their unpacking. They changed out of their winter clothes, replacing them with cotton shirts and cargo shorts. Fitz sat on the back porch, watching the kids play around in the spacious backyard, something they weren't afforded much living in the city. They looked happy and carefree, Iya's curls bouncing with each twirl of her body as she tried to hula hoop.
"Dad, can you video me?" She shouts. "So mom can see it when she wakes up," she adds.
Fitz laughs and shakes his head as he pulls out his iPhone 6 plus.
"Ready?" He calls out from his seat.
"Yes!" Fitz presses the red button to start recording the video but was interrupted by her. "Wait, wait. Tommy, please move!"
She stops, folds her arms and pouts at her brother who was cartwheeling in her space.
Tommy simply ignores her and shouts, "I want to be in the video too."
Fitz lets out a giant sigh, "Tommy, please move over. When I'm finish with your sister then I'll record you. Ok?"
"Ok, dad," he obliges and cartwheeled away from his sister.
Fitz was finishing up recording Iya when Alexis brought out a cheese and fruit platter. She places the assortment of fruits and cheeses onto the nearby patio table.
"I see they found the toys I got them in the garage."
"You know they would. Grandma Lexi, always have something for them," he jests.
Alexis laughs and joins him, sitting in the empty chair next to his.
"Dad, my turn now!" Tommy reminds him.
"Of course. Ready?" He asks, preparing the camera mode to zoom into him.
"Yes!"
"What are they doing? Signing up for America Got Talent?"
Fitz laughs and shakes his head no. "They're recording a video for their mother since she's missing out on all of this potent talent."
Alexis cackles, smiling brightly at the presence of her only grandchildren. She was extremely happy they were all here and spending Christmas with her and Rick.
Fitz records Tommy as he puts on a show for his mother while Alexis watched on cheering him. It was a hilarious sight to see, after he was finished the siblings decided to do one together and Fitz also recorded them. The Warner's Bros Circus got nothing on them, the two were a full circus act. Afterwards, the two continued to play, enjoying the warmth of Florida.
"Is, Livvie, ok? She's been out for the count since you guys arrived here."
"She's tired. All week she's been at it. I kept telling her to take it easy but you know how your daughter and my wife can be."
"Tell me about it," Alexis agrees with a soft laugh and a small head nod.
Fitz chews on some grapes and a cube of pepper jack cheese before speaking. "We were planning a combined staff party for our employees, we agreed to throw it together but she took over and wanted to do everything." Fitz was glad that he could share things with his mother in law without it feeling like he was tattling on his wife. They were a tightly knit family and they shared things with each other. He was 100% positive that Olivia would talk to his mother about him too. Sometimes it helps gleaning a new understanding or perspective from the person who'd raised them. Of course there were things that neither would divulge with outside parties, but they were eternally grateful for wonderful mother-in-laws.
Alexis chuckles, knowing that her daughter sometimes had a hard time being a team player — she was too independent for that. Alexis sometimes blames herself for that because she was the one who drilled into her psych that the only person she must depend on was herself, which was great advice but it wasn't perfect advice. However, over the years she'd seen her daughter's barriers broken down as she learns to rely and trust her husband.
"Well it's a good thing she's here, it'll give her time to unwind and relax. After all she's carrying precious cargo."
Fitz smiles at the mention of his pregnant wife and unborn child. He was excited for this unexpected blessing. Out of all of their kids, Tommy was the only planned one.
"By the way, is she sure she's not carrying twins?"
Fitz replied by laughing, popping a slice of caramel covered apple into his mouth. After chewing, he tells his mother-in-law, "I'm not going there."
"Smart, smart, smart man," she smiles at him, patting his shoulder.
"So how's everything going with the recording company?"
Fitz tells her in summary what he's been up to for the past 12 months. They talked and laughed, the kids interrupted them for some snacks before returning to play. Before long the sun had completely disappeared and the place was illuminated by the outdoors light. Fitz told the kids it was time to return inside before the Florida alligators come out to get them — that prompted them to return back into the 5 bedrooms, three and a half bathrooms, two story house with a 20' x 40' x 31' lagoon inground swimming pool at the side of it. His kids loved that pool and it was actually in that same pool Tommy learned to swim during a summer stay.
"Who wants to help grandma make dinner?"
"Me!"
"Meee!"
The kids gleefully offers.
"Ok, first go take a shower. Y'all smell like outside," she drawled.
The kids laughed before making their way upstairs to get showered and dressed. Tommy said he got it but Fitz wasn't so sure he did, he'll have to go check on him in a few minutes, just to make sure he wasn't playing in the water for too long. That was one of his habits to do and that's why someone always monitors his shower time.
Alexis retired to the kitchen while Fitz went up to the second floor to check on Tommy. Just like he'd expected, Tommy was jumping up and down underneath the warm stream of water, singing at the top of his lungs.
"Tommy, turn off that water if you're finished showering, please."
"Ahhh, man," he groans before doing as he was told. Fitz hands his bony behind a towel before leading him out of the bathroom and into the bedroom he would be occupying. It was decorated nicely in the same Christmas theme as the rest of the house.
When he was finished getting him dressed, Iya joins them wearing a white sun dress with her hair dripping wet. Fitz internally groans because he knows Olivia would catch a fit for it.
"Iya, why did you wet your hair?" He asks evenly, muffling any frustrations in his voice.
"Because my head was sweaty," she replies simply.
"But you know your mom hates when you do that," he sighs," and you hate it too, your hair will get all tangled and then you'll cry when she has to detangle it." Where's my wife? I need a nap now, Fitz thought to himself. He loves his kids but it's been a long day and he's ready to retire for the evening.
"But dad..." She begins but Fitz interrupts,"you know this, Iya. Please bring your hair stuffs and a towel so I can try and fix this so it won't be too bad tomorrow."
Minutes later she returns with a bottle of moisturizer, her wide tooth comb and a clean towel. Fitz guides her to sit at the edge of Tommy's twin size bed before he started to work on her hair. He rubs some of the moisturizer in it first, the same way he saw Olivia does it, before unevenly parting her hair into four parts. Little by little he detangles each section before two strand twisting it. When he was finished, he pulled her four twists into one and secured it with a hair tie.
"There, you're all set."
"Thanks dad," she bounced up from the bed and joins her brother who was already downstairs in the kitchen with grandma Lexi.
Feeling accomplished that he'd possibly diffused a potential war between mother and daughter, he enters into the shared bedroom. He smiles when he hears his wife light snores, something she only does when she's extremely tired. Making his way up to the bedhead, he leans down and plants a gentle kiss on her forehead. He makes a mental note to bring her up something to eat in the next hour or so.
Returning downstairs, Fitz was greeted with a just arrived home Ricardo. He was called out to his jewelry store when he'd dropped them off nearly 3 hours ago. The two men made their way in front of the 60 inch TV in the den, each with a cold bottle of beer as they watched the current football game.
"So, Rick, I'm sorry to hear about your great aunt passing."
"Ahhh don't worry about it, the old woman held on as long as possible. Died at a 102!" He exclaims.
"Now that's holding on," Fitz jokes and Ricardo laughs.
"How's business doing?" Fitz asks; in the next 15 minutes they completely immersed themselves into talking about this past year's accomplishments and shortcomings. From that they returned to talking about the game and which teams looked like they're going to make it to the playoffs.
Fitz was on his second beer, having a good time in Rick's man cave when Tommy enters the room.
"Hey bud, is your mom awake yet?" He asks.
"No, grandma Lexi took her up a sandwich but she kept sleeping. She was going like this," and Tommy proceeds to imitate her snoring.
Fitz places his bottle of beer on the side table before grabbing onto his son, starting a tickle fest. "Don't you make fun of my wife," he mutters between tickling his squirming son.
"Daaaaaad, stop it, I can't breathe," he begs between laughter.
Fitz continued tickling him until he sees his face becoming red, then and only then, did he relented.
Tommy sits upright on the couch next to his father trying to regulate his breathing.
"So, T, how's the arection coming?" Ricardo teasingly asks, using the nickname he sometimes call him.
Fitz snickers as Tommy was clearly thinking over the question.
"Not so good," he blurts out. "It never sticks out like dad's."
Who could've held the two grown men back, they both bent over in laughter at his naïveté.
Tommy not understanding that they were laughing at him joins in with them.
When the laughter had subsided, Fitz grabs his beer and takes a huge swig.
Tommy eyeing the bottle asks, "Dad can I have some?"
His father gives him an arched eyebrow which made him follow up with a, "please."
"This is beer and it's not for kids. You have to be 21years or older to drink it."
"Ahhh cut the BS and give that boy his first sip. How old were you when you had yours?" Ricardo interjects humorously.
Fitz gives him a look like, are you trying to get me killed by his mother?
"Yea dad, one sip, please."
Fitz knows he shouldn't be doing this but he really didn't see the harm in giving his son a sip, after all he was about his age when he first had a taste of scotch, and scotch was way stronger than beer.
"Alright, but you can't tell your mother and this doesn't happen again until you're 21," he warns sternly.
Tommy eagerly nods his head, anticipating the taste of whatever was in the bottle.
Fitz holds it up to his head and allows him to take a sip, immediately he spits the brown brew out, causing Ricardo to burst into another round of laughter from his reclining chair.
"Damn, Tommy," Fitz looks down to see the entire front of his shirt covered with beer marks.
"Sorry," Tommy sheepishly smiles, covering his mouth before saying, "Dad that wasn't good. It tasted yucky."
"That's good to know," Fitz returns dryly, standing to his feet. "I'll be right back."
Fitz leaves the den and goes up to take a shower, in hopes to rid himself from the scent of beer. He was shock to see Olivia awake, sitting on the bed while rubbing her eyes.
"How long was I out for?" Her still sleepy voice asked.
Removing his shirt first, he answers, "about three and a half hours."
"Damn, I was so tired," she yawns.
"Looks like you still are."
"Hmm mmm," her hands busily rubs her sleepy eyes.
"Where are the kids?" She asks, stifling a yawn.
"Downstairs with their grandmother. Did you eat the sandwich they brought up?"
She shakes her head no before returning to lie on the bed.
"Well you need to get something into your stomach, sweetheart."
"I already have something in my stomach," she sasses, pointing to her visibly protruded belly.
Fitz walks towards her side and says, "Don't get smart with me, you know what I mean."
He picks up the plate containing the BLT sandwich and hands it to her.
"Thanks," she mumbles, moving her body into a seated position with her back against the bedhead, so that she can properly eat the food.
Olivia sniffed him as he stands next to her, "babe, why do you smell like beer?"
"Because I was drinking it."
"Oh," her line of questioning stopped once she took her first bite of the tasty sandwich. "This is so good," she mumbles with a full mouth.
"May I?" Fitz leans down to grab a bite, she obliges by holding up the sandwich to his mouth. He took a bigger bite than he'd meant to. Olivia gives him a disbelieving look.
"I can't believe your big mouth took almost half my sandwich," she nitpicks.
"I'm sorry, but I don't hear you complaining about my big mouth taking all of your cookies," he responds mid chew with a smirk on his face. Secretly, he was happy since she always would do things like that to him, so this was payback. She wouldn't be hungry until she saw him eating. It was an annoying peculiarity but he wouldn't change a thing because it made her, her.
She gives him a knowing look, both understanding what that meant. They quickly finished the rest of the sandwich before entering the en suite bathroom and locking the door.
Hurriedly changing out of their clothes, Fitz turns on the shower to a comfortable setting as they prepared for shower sex. It had been a full week since they'd last been intimate, Liv was too busy and when she wasn't, she was tired but now she was ready.
The two stepped in the shower as naked as they were born.
"You have to be quiet," Fitz tells her between kisses. "We're not home."
Olivia rolls her eyes and continues to suck on his tongue. She plays with his stiff wood between them, jerking him off as their tongues dueled for dominance.
"Shit," Fitz hisses when she ran her long fingernail over the head of his sensitive penis.
Feeling himself losing self-control, Fitz moves to the familiar part of the bathroom that was set up like a chair, it was done like that because the bathroom could also be converted into a sauna. He takes his dripping wife over with him; taking a seat on the built in chair first, before pulling her on top his lap in a straddling position.
They continued to kiss each other with fervent passion, soft moans and cries permeates the small room. Fitz squeezes her round ass cheeks as he brings her breast flush against his chest. He could tell that the slight roughness of his chest hair, caused her overly sensitive nipples to become extremely hard and pert.
"I need you baby," she begs, breaking away from the kiss to hold onto his manhood.
"Then take me. All...of...me..." He spoke in the most seductive voice he could've mustered in that moment, which only served to arouse her more.
Olivia takes his raging erection and runs it up and down her slippery lips, the bathroom was steamy from the running shower and also from the heat they were both giving off.
Inch by inch, she slowly takes in him. Once he was fully sheathed, she was so full to the brim that she could cry out in pleasure, pain or both. She throws her head back and allows herself to just be in the moment, connecting with the man she'd met over 10 years ago, who she'd given her all to. Not moving but allowing her body to feel him, to feel every ridge of his penis, every vein that protrudes on it and presses against the soft walls of her core. So far gone she didn't realized that her walls were clenching around his dick.
"Jesus! Livvie, you're going to make me cum," he says between gritted teeth. Fitz not wanting the sensation to end so soon, holds on gently but firmly onto her waist. He lifts her up along with her help and lowers her back down onto his awaiting shaft.
They did this rhythmically until the need for release intensified. Like wild animals in heat they pounced on each other, bringing the other to a climax. They stayed connected long after they'd both exploded.
"And here I am, telling Tommy he can't waste water," Fitz breaks the silence, relaying the hypocritical reminder he'd received a moment ago as he watched the water falling freely through the showerhead.
"HA! Like father, like son," she jokes, giving him a peck on the lips.
Olivia gets up from his lap and proceeds to wash herself off. Fitz joins her and together they took care of each other.
Once both were appropriately dressed, they entered the dining room where Alexis said dinner was ready. Her mother had went all out and Olivia felt bad that she wasn't of any help. "I'm so sorry I was sleeping all afternoon. Is there anything I can help you with?"
"That's ok sweetheart, I know you were exhausted and besides I had the two greatest sous chefs."
Olivia smiles, pleased that her kids were helping out. She gives Iya a proud smile, noticing her hair looking different than how it was done before she'd went to bed but she didn't say anything. Tommy who was sitting next to her, she gives his curly hair a tousle.
"Give mama a kiss," she leans down to connect with her baby boy. She knows that a time will come when he won't want to freely give her kisses, so she takes as much as she could get now.
Tommy gives her a tight hug around her neck along with a loud smack on the cheek.
The scent of beer on him had her looking perplexed. "Tom Tom, why do you smell like beer?" She asks.
"Daddy, give me a —"
"Hey! Hey! Let's say grace before the food gets cold," Fitz nervously interpolates.
Olivia not being deterred asks, "Your dad give you?"
Tommy looks over to his dad with wide eyes and then back at his mother, seeing his father piercing blue eyes on him, Tommy whispers to her, "beer. He give me beer."
"Fitzgerald! You give my son beer!"
"Before you get riled up, just know he spit it all out."
Olivia shoots him daggers, "this is not over, mister." She warns with a pointed finger.
Fitz bites his bottom lip in the way that makes her squirms, he watches her fight the smile that tries to form at the corner of her lips. Rolling her eyes at him, she turns towards her son, "please don't hang out with your father by yourself. Apparently he needs some spanking."
Fitz smirks and raises an eyebrow at her, completely ignoring the others at the table. Opening his mouth to counteract her statement, Olivia knowing him all too well, interjects, "don't you dare say another word. Mom can we pray now?" She looks over to her mother who was finding the two of them entertaining.
"Sure. Iya, sweetheart, would you like to say grace?"
"Yes, grandma. Clasp your hands and close your eyes," she tells everyone.
She makes sure that everyone's eyes were closed before she started her prayer. "Thank you God for bringing us together and for the food and for the family and for the many, many, many presents on Christmas Day. AMEN!"
Everyone chorus amen and laughed as they reopened their eyes.
"So tell me what you helped make, Iya?" Olivia asked as she takes a scoop of her mother's homemade chili.
They ate happily; laughing at the retelling of jokes and reminiscing on past moments. When they were finished eating and the table was cleared, they all retired into the living room, where the kids played a game of Sorry with each other while the adults sat conversing with each other.
From the prompting of his daughter, Fitz took out his iPhone to show Liv the videos the kids made for her while she was asleep.
She laughed at the silliness they portrayed on screen but was tremendously thankful for their thoughtfulness. She looks around the room into each of the faces of people that loves her dearly but she couldn't help shake a deep sadness she was feeling lately. A sadness that hadn't made itself known in years. It was the sadness of losing her first child, the memory of the dead fetus came back to her in a dream two nights ago. Why was the pain of lost plaguing her yet again?
A/N: It's been awhile but I hoped you enjoyed it. The Grants are in Florida and will probably be there in the next 1-2 chapters. This was a fun chapter to write, travelling with kids is not fun at all. Fitz and the kids without Liv is a slight disaster. Let me know your thoughts by leaving a review.
Until next time,
XOXO