Hope you enjoy this long overdue chapter. :)

The next day Olivia was still pissed at Fitz and vice versa. She hated when he would go all caveman. For the sake of being at her mother's house they kept up with the happy appearances all through Christmas Day and night. But as soon as they were in the comfort of their bedroom she retorted to ignoring him. Which only pissed him off and they would end up fighting again.

Now they were headed to the water park with an overzealous Tommy and Iya. As soon as they arrived at the water park they were greeted by a manager and escort bearing VIP passes. Tom and Huck ensured their safety as they made their way out into the vast water park.

All of the ladies were donned in one piece swimsuits underneath their cover-ups, while the men wore board shorts and T-shirts.

"Fitz, please ensure that my babies are ok." Olivia said while assisting Iya in removing her pink cover-up to show off her yellow and blue color-blocked swimsuit. She wasn't accompanying them on any of the water slides due to her pregnant condition, and also because it wasn't her thing. She left all the thrill seeking adventures completely up to Fitz.

"Of course," Fitz replies dryly giving her a pointed look that only she could decipher.

Fine, he still want to act pigheaded, then I can act stubborn too. She thought.

"Mom can you take a picture of us coming down?" Iya interrupts in a cheerful voice.

"Of course, sweet cheeks."

"Tommy, you good?" Alexis turned to ask the excited little boy who appears to be on a sugar high.

Tommy kept jumping up and down as he replied, "yes, grandma."

Alexis chuckled contentedly.

With the kids ready to venture out, Olivia remembered that Fitz didn't apply sunscreen to his skin when everyone else did at the house.

Holding the tube of sunscreen lotion in her hand, she asks, "Are you going to wear sunscreen today?" To everyone else she sounds like she's being caring, but to Fitz he knows that she was snidely chastising him.

Without acknowledging her statement he grabs the tube of sunscreen out of her hand and replies with a strain, "thanks."

Olivia along with everyone else watch as he slobbered sunscreen on his hands and legs, his chest and abs. Unfortunately, unable to fully reach his back he was having difficulties covering the area; he didn't dare ask his wife who normally did it for him for assistance. Seeing his predicament and stubbornness, Olivia grabbed the tube of lotion from him, squeezed some of the white substance in her hand and evenly rubs it across the wide expanse of his back. She may be upset with him, but she wasn't going to have him looking like a red lobster later.

"Thanks," Fitz mutters once she was finished. "Ready nuggets?"

Tommy and Iya shook their heads yes.

Olivia and Alexis stood watching Fitz, the kids and Rick all make their way to the express VIP line which was currently empty to head onto their first ride. They watched them climb the high tower until they looked like the size of ants.

"Why did I agree to this?" Olivia nervous, rhetorically asked.

Alexis chuckles, "guess you've become just like your worry wart mother."

Olivia joined in the laughing because it was true. She remembers her teenage years when she complained to her mother about her being a worrier. Now she gets why she was. She gets it a whole lot.

"Let's go wait for them at the bottom of the slide," Olivia proposed. They both moved to the side of the giant water slide and waited for them to come down. They did not have to wait long before the boisterous laughter and cheers of the four of them could be heard as they made their way down the slippery slope. Olivia snapped away pictures of all four of them with their wide smiles and hands in the air. Tommy was sitting on his father's lap because of his height limitation.

As soon as they reached the end an attendant helped them off.

Tommy immediately ran to his mother. "Mommy, mommy, did you see how fast we came?" He was so excited. His skin already aglow from the Florida sun bringing out a few of his freckles. His curly hair wet on his head. His little board shorts and water shoes add to his cuteness.

"I saw you baby. Now say cheese."

"Cheese!" He smiled widely with his missing teeth and posed for her. Iya soon joined in and they started making funny faces at the camera. Then of course their goofball of a father couldn't be left out for long as he too got in on the pictures taking action. Towards the end a silly Rick ask to join in the fun. They were all laughing and having a good time.

A few bystanders recognized Fitz and started calling his name. He smiled politely at them and waved his hands but didn't budge for more. He really didn't want the attention, today was about spending time with his family.

After taking the pictures Olivia was ready to go on her ride. "Alright folks, mom and I are going on the lazy river. You have fun, but not too much without me." Olivia jests to her kids. "And listen to your father," she also adds, kissing her babies on the cheeks.

Olivia turns her attention towards Fitz and gives him a small smile before retreating with her mother. Six yards weren't covered when Alexis asked, "wonder what all the underlining passive aggression was for?"

"I don't catch your drift." Olivia returned. She turns her head backwards only to see Fitz carrying Tommy upside down while Iya tried to tickle him. She shakes her head at their roughhouse.

"Mmm," Alexis murmured. She wasn't going to push for information.

In silence, the ladies walked towards the entrance of the lazy river and grabbed two water tubes. Since Tom was with them he also grabbed one so he can be close to them, per Fitz' instructions. Huck was with them but at a safe distance. Olivia got used to the hypocrisy when it comes to her level of security and her husband's.

She relaxed on the oversize tube as it lazily move down the manmade river. Only thing missing was a cold margarita, but that was impossible to have now, she thought, patting her baby bump, her mom a few inches beside her. She looks across at the woman who has been there for her from day one, looking radiant in her white and brown swimsuit. Her partially salt and paper hair slicked back into a ponytail. Her designer sunglasses perched on her cute button nose that she'd inherited from her. She was the epitome of beauty and sophistication.

"Can I ask you something?" Olivia's voice broke the almost serene atmosphere.

Alexis nods her head, "sure." She knew it was only a matter of time before she spilled the beans, she thought to herself.

"Let's say, if some woman you know have a crush on Rick, and he's told her countless of times that he doesn't want her, but she kept persisting but not really because he hasn't spoken to that person in months," Olivia pauses to properly articulate herself. "Let's say, that said woman left a message on his phone that reads 'Love whoever' would you call her up despite him telling you not to?" Olivia finally finished.

Alexis made a low whistle. "Sounds like a doozy."

Olivia shrugged her shoulders noncommittally.

"Well that all depends. If I have confidence and trust in my partner like I do. I would..." Alexis trailed. "What the hell is really going on, Olivia? I can't give you a definite answer of right or wrong without all the facts." With years come knowing that every story has at least two sides.

Olivia sighs before recalling what transpired between her and Fitz the day prior. "He drives me nuts when he acts like a caveman. I told him to ignore it. I don't want Quentin spreading rumors that my husband controls me. I already dealt with, Quentin. He knows he doesn't have a chance with me, but Fitz can't go macho man every time somebody gives me romantic attention."

Alexis listened to her closely. "You remember, Brian, right?"

Olivia rolled her eyes, "of course I do."

"That's probably his motivation behind his behavior, but that doesn't make me not understand how you're feeling."

Olivia huffs. "He should've stayed calm and ignore him."

Alexis laughs out loud at her recent statement before saying, "I've never seen your husband stayed calm when it came to you or your kids."

Olivia lets out a humorless chuckle. "That's true."

"He's your caveman."

"He's my caveman," she conceited.

The family spent another hour to two hours at the water park before leaving for the day.

Since the day was still early, Olivia, Iya and Alexis head out to the mall while the boys stayed in after they ate a late lunch. Tom and Huck were given the rest of the day so they were by themselves. They hit up a few shops buying a few choice items that caught their eyes. Being the type of person Iya was her mother had to curb her extensive list of wants. They were about to head out the mall when the billboard of a renowned natural hairstylist caught her eyes. Olivia immediately called the number advertised and asked for any available appointments. Luckily for her someone had cancelled and the hairstylist was able to take her in within the next fifteen minutes. She relayed the information to Alexis and they all headed towards the direction of the salon.

Olivia was greeted politely when she arrived at the salon, of course the stylist noticed her as Fitz' wife and gushed over them. Immediately special treatments were given. All three of them sat in salon chairs, preparing for their hair pamper. Iya was getting a wash to rid her hair from all of the chlorine water it was in. Alexis also decided on a wash and trim. However, Olivia requested a haircut.

"Are you sure you want so much of your hair cut off?" The hairstylist asked to be safe.

"I'm sure."

A few hours later they were all finished.

"How do you like it?" Dianne, the hairstylist asked.

"I love it." Olivia beamed.

"Me too. It looks great mom." Iya beamed. She was happy with her hairstyle too. After the hair wash her hair was blown dry, then cornrowed all back, and colorful beads were added to the end of each plaits. She absolutely loved it.

"What you think, ma?" Olivia nervously asked.

"It's wow." Alexis' eyes widen as she tried to find the right words.

"What's that supposed to mean? Oh God! Is it horrible? Does my ears look big?"

Alexis laugh at her frantic questioning. "Calm down child. It looks great but it's just different for me to see you with such short hair."

Olivia breathe a sigh of relief. "Oh good. It's different but I like it."

"I can't wait for dad to see it." Iya mentioned aloud.

"Me too." Alexis chimed in still laughing.

Olivia give them both careful looks before thanking Dianne for her services and paying her. She promises to stop back anytime she's in the area, and also will recommend her services because she's exceptional.

They were finally heading out of the mall when a candle store came into view. Olivia directed them inside of the shop because they were rare candles. She was surprise to see a shop in Miami because the candles were mostly sold overseas.

Iya stood close to her mother as she smelled a thousand different ones before choosing ten identical candles. Alexis was doing the same in a different section. When their merchandise was all paid for they head out of the store.

As they were walking out of the mall with hands filled with bags an old white woman stopped Iya.

"Excuse me?" Olivia questioned as the woman stood in front of her daughter, blocking her path

"Where are your parents?" The old lady asks.

Iya look at her befuddled. "Mom," she calls. The woman was standing right in her path obstructing her every attempt to go around her.

Olivia and Alexis looks bewildered at the scene in front of them with nervousness. Olivia grabs onto Iya's hand to pull her in her direction and the woman decided to do the same with her other hand.

"Security! Security!" The old woman called aloud.

Olivia started panicking. She dropped her bags unceremoniously and firmly pulled her now crying daughter out of the woman's grip into her arms.

Two mall cops saw the scene and immediately rushed over. One white and the other black.

"What's the problem here?"

The old woman shouted, "They kidnapped this little girl and I was trying to save her. I saw them walking around with her. Two niggers with a white child."

Olivia immediately blocked Iya's ears. She couldn't believe what was taking place in front of her eyes. She was one breath from beating up an old woman for speaking such ugly words.

Alexis dropped her bags in shock and was ready to verbally attack her when Olivia shook her head no. By now a small audience was formed and passersby looked on curiously.

"Ma'am is this your child?" The white officer turned to ask Olivia.

Before Olivia could say anything, the black officer spoke up, "of course she is. Look at the resemblance." He could tell that the child belong to the woman in question. How many white kids wear cornrows with beads? Not many he's sure.

Olivia's heart was beating fast. She couldn't believe the ludicrousness of the situation.

The white officer not satisfied with his partner's unsolicited response asks, "Is this your mother?" He asks Iya instead.

Iya scared, nods her head yes.

"What's your mother's name?" He pressed on.

"Olivia Grant," Iya mumbled.

"Ma'am can I see your ID?"

By now the old white lady had calm down some. She stood to the side dressed in her long white dress with her arms folded across her huge midsection.

Olivia did as she was told and produced her driver's license. The mall cop looked over the document and kept comparing her face with Iya's. When he was convinced that the old lady was telling tales he told them that they were free to go and apologized for the disruption. They left him talking to the old woman. From what they could overhear this wasn't the first occurrence where she did something like this.

Olivia didn't know if she should file a police report about the incident or not. Feeling utterly confused and upset she decided to leave the mall as quick as possible.

She didn't know how they made it out the mall, her mind was a million mile away. She partially remembered the black mall cop escorting them out and fetching some of their bags. She recalled him and Alexis talking about the woman who may or may not be suffering from mental illness. The minute they were back in Alexis' small SUV. Olivia broke down and started crying.

She was so angry and upset that someone would accuse her of kidnapping her own child. What kind of people really lived in this world? She was humiliated and deeply sadden by what had transpired. It hurt her deeply that they were still hateful people in the world.

Between sobs she says, "I'm bringing another innocent soul into this hateful world." She palmed her belly as she spoke.

Alexis was speechless by what had transpired today. In all her life she had never encounter such blatant racism. The Deep South would occasionally release some of its most hateful people. As she maneuvered through traffic Alexis tried to keep it together for everyone else. Iya was also crying in the backseat, she mostly understood what had transpired today, but it hurt her to see her mother sobbing loudly. Her mother never cried like that, at least not in front of them.

Twenty minutes later they were pulling into the driveway of the house, everyone had calm down considerably.

Before they climbed out of the car, Olivia turned to Iya and said, "Don't tell your father anything. I'll talk to him later. Ok?"

Iya nods her head yes. Her eyes were still red from shedding so much tears.

Together they retrieve the bags and sullenly walked to the front door and rang the doorbell.

Before the door was fully opened they could hear Tommy's excited chatters from the other side. A few seconds passed by and the door was flung open by Fitz with Tommy right next to him.

His eyes immediately grew wide at his wife's new haircut and then narrowed when he saw the tears stains on her and Iya's face.

The minute they entered the door, Iya dropped her bags and literally threw herself at him. Fitz barely caught her before she fell. "Daddy," she cried.

"What's wrong, sweet cheeks?" Fitz asked as he rubs her back.

"A bad, bad woman," she hiccupped, tears flowing heavily down her face. In that moment she reminded him of when she was much younger and was afraid of clowns. She used to call them the "baaad baaad man."

Fitz looked at Olivia whose eyes were filled to the brim with tears. "What's going on, Liv?" He inquired, confused by the looks on her and Alexis' face.

"I'll tell you later."

"Why can't you tell me?" He demanded a bit harshly.

"Trust me you'll want to hear later. Just comfort her." Olivia pleaded.

Fitz heeded her words for the time being and comforted his baby girl.

Olivia recruited Tommy's help and together they carried the shopping bags to their rooms. On their second and final trip down, Iya was sound asleep in her father's arms. Olivia could see the worry in his eyes.

"Take her to bed and we'll talk about what happened in our room."

Fitz wordlessly agreed and stood to his feet to take her up to her room.

"Mom, can I have some ice cream?" Tommy asked, he was the only one not affected by the latest event.

"I'll get him some," her mother offered.

"Ice-cream time, T-Bone! ¡Vamos!" Ricardo beckoned in a chipper tone from the couch. Tommy runs across to him and together they head to the kitchen.

"Take a nap, Liv, we'll look after him." Alexis' concerned voiced chimed in when they were by themselves.

"Thanks, mom," Olivia tells them with a small smile.

She takes a huge breath before going into the lion's den which so happen to be her bedroom.

"Jesus! Fuck! What the fuck! I can't believe...what the fuck!" The expletive words that fell out of Fitz' mouth after Olivia told him what happened. He was livid. He always wonder why fucking racist doesn't show themselves when he's around.

"Did she fucking know how much pain you went through to give birth to our little girl? Did she know how much fucking sleepless night you endured because she was sick or something or the other? Does she fucking know that God don't like ugly? I'm so fucking mad right now." He ended up growling out his frustration. His fists were tightly clenched. He refrained the urge to punch the wall until there was a hole.

"I'm mad and I'm tired." Olivia conveyed emotionless from her seat at the edge of the bed. "This was supposed to be a fun get away for our family but it ended up being fucking hell." She sobbed. "If it's not one thing it's another. I'm fucking tired. I just want to spend time with my family without irrelevant people trying to get between us."

Fitz stops his pacing and sat next to her. He wraps loving arms around her and pulls her into his side. "I'm sorry that I do a poor job of protecting you and the kids. I'm so sorry." He speaks into her neck.

"Fitz, it's impossible for you to protect us from everything. There will be times when we have to handle things ourselves and you have to let us.

"I know but I'll try my very best to keep you all safe."

Olivia murmurs contentedly in his arms. They both became silent as their minds mulled over the events of the day.

After a while Olivia calls, "Fitz?"

"Mmm," he answers.

"Can we put the Quentin thing behind us?"

"Sure."

"And you promise to not overreact when it comes to his unimportant comments?"

Fitz didn't answer her. He still felt justified in his behavior.

"Fitz..." She pulls back to give him an arch eyebrow.

He sighs. "Livvie, I can't make that promise."

Olivia purses her lips. "Why not?"

"Because if he crosses the line I won't hesitate to handle him accordingly."

"Fitz. You cannot go addressing everything Quentin says or does. Not only is it exhausting but it's like you have no faith in me. Why can't you ignore him?" Her voice was quickly becoming elevated.

"I have faith in you. I trust you, but I don't trust him. It's as simple as that. Look, I don't want to get into this BS anymore. Let's agree to disagree. Ok?"

Olivia sighs because this probably would be the most conclusive they would get in regards to the Quentin drama she so desperately wanted to put behind. For peace sake she agreed with him. "Ok."

"You wanna cuddle?" She gives him a pout he couldn't resist.

"Of course." He answered with no hesitation.

They both moved under the soft bed sheet and lie in a spooning position.

Fitz hugged her from behind, resting his large hands on her baby bump as he inhales the scent of her hair.

"By the way, who gave you permission to cut your hair off?" Fitz asked in an unintimidated voice.

"Myself... because it's my hair. You like?" She turned around to see his reaction.

His blue eyes bore into her brown ones. "I love it. It looks fun and hip, and most of all it suits your pretty face. Now you look like a 23 years old and I'm an old man with greying hair." He pulled at his stubble for emphasis showcasing the few grey stubs present.

Olivia laughed at his comment. "Embrace it baby, because one day I'll have my own silver fox."

"And I'll forever have my young vibrant gal, who'll always look a decade younger even after our kids are grown."

"It don't crack babe." She jested good natured.

Fitz laughs because he knows what she's referring to. "I love you so much, Livvie. And I may never experience half of the things you go through for being a woman of color, but please know that you're not alone. I'm here, and I'll never allow for you to be disrespected by anyone once I'm around. You nor our kids. I promise to protect each of you with my life. You all are my life."

Olivia squeezes him tighter and murmurs her love for him into his chest. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat soon put her to sleep. Fitz thought that he would be able to sleep but that was untrue. His mind still reeled form the aftermath of the ugliness that occurred to his family.

Avoiding further tossing and turning, and potentially waking her up, Fitz stealthily climbed out of bed, and head to the closet where he took out his running shoes and changed out of his jeans into basketball shorts. Once finished he closed the bedroom door quietly before heading downstairs to head out of the house.

He tells Tommy and Ricardo who were seated in the living room watching European football in Spanish that he's heading outside for a run. Before Tommy left Miami Ricardo was sure to make him fluent in Spanish. It was hilarious listening to him have Tommy try to count in Spanish all afternoon.

Fitz took to the sidewalks before crossing the road to the private beach, where he continued his fast pace run along the shoreline. He pushed himself to exert all pent up anger. His thighs and legs hurt from the exhausting action but he kept pushing himself forward. His lungs burned from the lack of oxygen but he didn't care. He ran for another two miles before his body said it had had enough when he collapsed onto his knees in the sand.

He looked up at the sky and screamed, letting out the last pent up anger he felt. He was emotionally and physically exhausted. Many minutes passed him sitting and watching absentmindedly at the waves that dance against the shorelines. He hate feeling helpless and right now he was. Despite they talked about what happened he was simply not content with having his wife and daughter having to pretend that they weren't harassed in the land of free because of the different shades their skin were. He can't have his family suffer for naught. So he sat their conjuring thoughts on what they could do to combat this prejudice.

He thought from one thing to a next and neither sounded quite suitable. He was ready to give up when an idea came to his mind. Before thinking it through, he picks up his phone and calls his PR representative.

"Sasha, hi, sorry for bothering you...everything is ok... I'm calling because I would like you to contact Oprah's producer...yes I'm serious. I'm interested in collaborating with her...it's going to be something around interracial families living in America...I'll tell you more in depth details later but just contact them for me...thank you. And please tell her I want to be very hands on with this project...thank you very much, Sasha. Again, I'm very sorry for interrupting your holidays...okay bye."

Fitz disconnects the call and slowly makes the trek back to the house. He felt optimistic about his idea. It would be ten times better if they were able to do interviews with other interracial couples and have them share personally stories. His hope was to have the world see how beautiful they are as couples and families, and that diversity should be celebrated not discriminated. He made it his mission that something positive will come out of the ugly experience his family endured.

Later that night when Liv awoke they had a pillow talk about his idea and she immediately agreed. She was ready to speak up against it.

The remaining days of their trip was much more pleasant than the earlier ones. Oprah herself called Fitz and told him that she was completely down with his proposition and that she wanted to brainstorm with him as soon as he got back from vacation.

The day before they left for home, Fitz, Olivia and the kids hung out by themselves. Huck and Tom were given the day off. Fitz tote them all around town in Rick's large SUV. He was currently maneuvering the vehicle through the drive thru lane of McDonalds because the kids begged for it. It was kind of tragic that it could be counted on one hand how many times they ate from McDonalds. Fitz neither Olivia indulged them much in any kind of fast foods.

As he pulled up to the speaker to place their order, he asked, "What do you want?" Today they were going to be the kind of people who spend ten minutes placing an order.

"Chocolate milk shake and chicken nuggets please. Oh and French fries too." Tommy shouted from the backseat.

"Got it. And you, Iya?"

"A hamburger without onions and pickles. What kind of smoothie they have?"

Fitz give her a bemused look before reading the menu to her.

"Please for the strawberry banana one. And fries too. Oh and ketchup." She chuckled at her father's facial expression.

"Anything else, princess?"

She shakes her head no.

He turns his attention to his wife, "and you my queen?"

"I'll take a Big Mac without onion and pickles too."

"Ha! That's where she gets it from."

Olivia rolled her eyes. "Baby #3 doesn't like it, so..."

Fitz smirks at her. "Anything to drink?"

"A chocolate shake please. No actually, make that a vanilla shake."

When she was finished, Fitz says, "It's a good thing we don't do this often."

They all laughed and listened as he relayed their orders perfectly to the attendant. The minute they pulled up to the cashier window, the worker started screaming when she sees Fitz.

The all watched amused as she tried to calm herself down when a manager walked by. Eventually the manager also recognized him and she also freaks out. Before long a bunch of other workers flocked the back booth to see him.

"That'll be $30.23," the girl stuttered.

Fitz gives her a $40 and tells her, "to keep the change."

He drives up to the other window to collect their food. Thankfully it was already ready. He smiles charmingly at them ignoring the camera phones that were out taking pictures of him. Once he grabs the bag, Liv evenly distributed the food.

"Dad, you're going to have to stay at home from now on when we go out." Iya tells him before she sunk her teeth into her burger.

"Why is that, sweet cheeks?" Fitz looks at her through the rear view mirror as he pulled out of McDonalds.

"You're too famous for your own good. And when people holds us up our food gets cold."

Fitz laughs heartily. "Well that's the perks with the job. The job that pays daddy which in turns feed you."

Iya pursed her lips and humphed.

Meanwhile Tommy and his mother were too busy filling their faces to join the conversation.

As he drove Fitz ate his quarter pounder with one hand while skillfully maneuvering the vehicle.

"What's wrong, honey?" Fitz watched as Olivia holds onto her stomach, her posture slouched against the seat.

"There's a reason why I stop eating Mickey D's. I'm having indigestion. Ughhh." The after effect of the fast food was already getting the best of her.

"Do you need me to stop at a drugstore for something?"

"Please," she gives him a loving smile.

"Of course."

Thirty minutes later they were finally pulling into the downtown marina. Fitz had organized a yacht day for them. It wasn't any kind of yacht, it was one that specialized in parasailing. By the time they arrived the yacht was already ready and waiting. They climbed aboard and greeted everyone including the captain. The kids were all given life jackets to wear.

Everyone got comfortable and sat in the main sitting area of the boat as it took off.

"This reminds me of Greece, hon," Olivia gives him a knowing look.

"Think we can pull a reenactment?" Fitz implores.

Before Olivia could reply, Iya asks, "What happened in Greece?"

Fitz wiggled his eyes at Olivia and she laughed aloud.

"Your father proposed to me on a yacht during sunrise."

Iya's eyes open in wonderment. "Wow. That's impressive."

"Impressive? What does impressive mean?" Fitz asked, surprised by her use of word.

"It means it's really good or something like that." Iya laughs.

"Have you been reading the dictionary again?"

Iya nodded her head yes.

Her mother gives her a wink.

"Mom, tell me how dad proposed. I want to hear everything."

"G rated version please." Fitz quipped.

Olivia playfully slapped his hand before retelling the G rated version of 'How your father proposed to me?' Purposely leaving out the hour long lovemaking session on the deck of the boat.

Once the yacht was out in open waters the parasailing instructor came for them. Because both of the kids were under the minimum required weight, Fitz would have to be attached to them. Iya was the first one to go with him.

Olivia was nervous as they strapped them together in their harnesses. Everyone else was so excited but her.

"Be careful." She petitions.

"We will mom." Iya comforted with a smiled.

The attendant smiled at her and also reassured her that they'll be fine. And relayed certain mechanical features that will ensure their safety that made her feel a little bit better.

She and Tommy stood back and watched as they gradually go up into the air. Their cheerful screams could be heard from several feet above. As their delegated photographer, she zooms her camera lens and snaps several pictures of them. The blissful happiness on their faces was all she could ever ask for.

She looks down at her side and ruffles her youngest child's curly hair.

He beams up at her with a contended smile on his face, and says, "Dad is the best dad ever!"

Olivia concurred heavily with his assessment of his father. He was the best!

A/N: it's been many moons and I'm sorry. :(. I felt like I abandon my baby, but life gets busy. I'll try my hardest not to anymore.

Hope you like this chapter. I swear when I start writing a chapter I have an idea what I want to write but many times the chapter takes a life of its own. And such was the case here.

So many things happened and I would love to hear your thoughts on it all. I almost puked writing the N word. Yuck. I hope this chapter wasn't too dramatic because I really try to be very realistic as possible.

Thoughts on the collaboration with Oprah?

Like always, thank you for all of your continuous support for this Story. It's truly appreciated.

*I solely used my iPad for this chapter so they will be a few snags here and there. I apologize.*

Until next time,

Xoxo.