AN: It has only been 84 years. LOL. Hope you enjoy this new update!
5 Months Later
July came around and Olivia finally felt like she was getting some peace and quiet in her hectic life. She was currently seated on the tan colored couch in the living room being entertained by one of her favorite TV shows as she reminisced about the past five months. To say that the Grants were busy was a huge understatement, by the time Valentine's had past they were in serious preparation for the 6 weeks tour that was scheduled for mid March. They had to ensure that the tutor was hired; Olivia was up to date with her doctor appointments and the kids received any travellers' shots. Fitz was also busy most of the time, preparing with his band and making final arrangements with his manager and PR team with all things surrounding the tour. He was privileged to have all sold out concerts at every city they played in. During the days when they had free time they spent a lot of time together as a family touring the cities, learning the culture and also doing charity work whenever possible. Most nights the kids were backstage with Olivia while Fitz performed. All in all it was an experience to be remembered, however, it wasn't always pleasant. One night when they were in London Iya became very ill and they had to take her to the emergency room. She was running a fever over a hundred that took her a couple of days to recover from – that incident actually stalled the tour and delayed them in London for an extra 2 days, instead of moving onto Melbourne, Australia. Fitz was very adamant that his child felt better before they did or else he threatened to call of the entire tour. Lucky for the sponsors and investors that wasn't necessary as Iya returned to her spunky self in no time. But, in the end the hiccups along the way did not take away from the joy they experienced bonding with each other on foreign soils.
And by the time they'd returned from the tour, it was crunch time to finish up Baby Grant# 3's room and prepare for his or her arrival. Olivia also spent a great deal of that time pouring into her gallery making up for her absence, she worked tirelessly even at the disapproval of her husband who thought she was working too hard. In the end it was all worth it. After tirelessly shifting through hundreds of applications and tens of interviews over the past couple of months they were able to secure a new employee. Gao Chung was an ex account who lost his job five years ago and instead of looking for a new accounting job; he decided to follow his true dreams instead and became a photojournalist. The minute Olivia saw that he was a world-renowned traveler who explored the world and captured some of the beauty of the diversified culture and people through his camera lens she was a goner. When they had met Gao he was very sweet and polite. Olivia was surprised that he was interested in the job at the gallery because it did not pay a whole lot and it wasn't as exciting as what he was doing. He advised that it was quite fine because he wanted to be closer to home since his wife was expecting their first child and he needed a more steady income rather than the fluctuating one he got while doing freelance photography. He hadn't made a big name in the photography world so more times than not his pictures did not get sold for much.
A firm kick to her ribcage startled Olivia out of her thoughts. "Ok baby G, mama feels you," she said, absentmindedly rubbing her belly. She was due any day now and she could feel the effects of moving closer to her due date. Her lower back constantly hurt, her feet almost always swollen, nothing fitted anymore and she meant nothing. She disliked clothing with a passion, especially her bras – they constricted her ever-growing boobs. She was tired of having to go up a size and then another size, so she stayed braless most of the times when she was at home, much to Fitz' delight. Moving into the third trimester also caused her to be extremely moody, she had no patience for no one or anything.
Her thoughts were broken again when her iPhone started ringing. She looked down and saw that it was her husband. Now that it was summer and school was out Fitz decided to take the kids to a Knicks game as an evening treat, which Olivia secretly knew was also a ploy to get away from their grumpy pants mother. In which she didn't mind because she was grateful for the peace and quiet the house was afforded without the three musketeers presence.
"Manhattan Police Department, how can I direct your call?" She answered, playfully.
She listened to his deep chuckle before he replied, "I would like to report my wife for being cranky. Which department should I direct my concerns to?" Fitz played along.
"Oh dear, sir, I am very sorry to hear that your wife has been a grumpy pants. I will be happy to handle your concern. So that I can better assist you, please tell me in what ways has she being a grump?" Olivia smiled and leaned into the back of the couch. She could hear the music playing in the background along with chatters some she assumed was from her kids.
He took a deep breath before saying, "for starters she told me that she didn't want to cuddle because I make her skin too hot, secondly she doesn't kiss me a lot anymore, thirdly she only tells me she loves me when she wants me to do something for her and finally she doesn't let me into the cookie jar anymore."
Olivia tilted forward as much as her nine months belly allowed, laughing aloud. She laughed so hard that tears began to stream down her face – playful Fitz always did that to her. The funny thing about all of this was that he reminded her of Tommy. Tommy was king for listing his reasons for why he was upset and she just now realized whom he got the habit from.
"I thought the police station was for helping people and not ridiculing them. May I speak to your superior?" Fitz asked mid her laughing spell, feigning that his feelings was hurt.
"Hold on one second," Olivia said while continuing to laugh. She placed her phone on mute, cleared her throat and then unmuted it. Now she addressed him in a deeper voice. "This is Officer Pope, how can I help you?"
It was now Fitz' turn to laugh at her silliness. He loved that after 10 years of marriage they were still able to be silly and playful with each other. Many couples grew to dislike each other but not them, not only were they in love with each other but they also liked each other and could tolerate being around each other.
Eventually, the conversation took on a semi-serious tone; they talked for a few minutes before Fitz hung up the phone to return to his children who were currently talking with two of Beckham's sons that were in attendance with their father. They sat beside them courtside. He was glad Iya and Tommy had someone around their age to talk to but didn't quite like the extra attention Cruz – Beckham's youngest son was giving Iya. The game hadn't started as yet so everyone was pretty chill and layback, conversing with the people around them.
Fitz was scrolling through his email when he heard Iya calling him.
"Dad, Cruz has an Instagram account and he's only a year older than me," Iya pouted at her father from two seats down. Since her 9th birthday Iya had been seriously campaigning for a cellphone and her right to have social media accounts in which her parents didn't think was suitable for her as yet.
"Let's not do this right now," Fitz stated coolly.
Beckham threw Fitz a bemused look and Fitz shook his head in reciprocation. Naturally, the two fathers simultaneously turned their attentions on their offspring and smiled proudly.
While Iya and Cruz were crouched over his cellphone perusing his Instagram page, Tommy was watching on as Roman played with his videogame, keenly waiting on the offer to try out the Nintendo 3DS. Lately, Tommy had been more into videogames, forsaking his physical toys for the technological one.
When the announcer came alive over the speakers a thunderous sound accompanied him and the Knicks City dancers came rushing onto the stage with their pompoms in tow. By then the kids had put aside their gadgets and were focused on the dancers.
"I want to be a dancer," Fitz overheard Iya saying which he mentally rolled his eyes at. Not as if he wouldn't be proud of her if she did become one, but as a parent he hoped for more.
"Dad look!" Tommy elbowed him, showing him the pyramid the girls had form.
Fitz gave him a smile and looked in the direction he was pointing in.
The evening went on very animatedly, especially between the Grant and Beckham's kids. Aside from the very heated game between the New York Knicks and Miami Heats they were the highlight of the evening. Several times when the camera was span on them they made sure to do a silly face or a little dance routine, which often times had the commentators laughing out loud. And the fathers blushed and laughed when the commentators talked about their ever-increasing brood, Beckham 4 and Grant pending 3. They speculated if Beckham was going to widen the gap with baby# 5 soon or if Grant was going to even up with him with Grant# 4 in another year and a half. Both men feigned ignorance at the comment when the camera was on them, neither dare weigh in their opinion for the sheer fact that their wives would have them by the nuts if they did.
During halftime they all got a bite to eat from the walking vendors. While they were eating Iya came up with the bright idea to take a picture for their mother. The trio huddled together with mustard from the hotdog on their upper lips saying cheese. They all laughed when finished and preceded to wipe off the mess they purposefully left. Fitz thanked Roman for taking the picture and retrieved his iPhone6 plus from him before sending the picture to his wife.
Fitz: This is what happens when we're unattended. Missing out on the fun, baby.
A short moment later he received an iMessage from her with a photo attachment. She was lying on the couch wearing one of his white V-neck T-shirts with a bowl of ice cream and fruit with syrup on top of it. She also deliberately left some ice cream on her upper lip.
Olivia: I'm afraid you're wrong. Having my own fun. Baby G and me are having a party. Woo-hoo!
Fitz laughed softly and shook his head at the phone.
Fitz: Maybe you and daddy could play later?
Olivia: Fitz…. You're not my father. How many times do we have to go over this, babe? (Blushing emoji face)
Fitz: That is not what you say when I'm inside of you.
Olivia: …
Fitz: Cat got your tongue? I know what I'll like to get.
Olivia: Babe… We'll discuss this later. Focus on the game; promise I'll make it up to you later. (Winky face emoji.)
Fitz: That's what I want to hear. Love you.
Olivia: LOL, you're shameless. Love you too!
Satisfied with her response Fitz put away his phone. It had been 2 weeks since he had gotten laid and knew that if he didn't do something soon it would be several more weeks before it happened again. So what if he shamelessly begged for some? Isn't that one of the perks of being married? Especially when you have a wife as hot as his. He couldn't help himself around her, but as of late he understood her hesitation because of her growing frustration, as she got closer to her due date.
Olivia was roused from her light nap when she heard the front door open accompanied by the loud voices of her children. She smiled to herself and unconsciously began rubbing her swollen stomach. She looked up and saw Iya first entering the room in a burst of energy. What else was new? She was almost always perky.
"Mom, we had so much fun!" Iya exclaimed, looking very cute in her dark blue skinny jeans, pink converse and white T-shirt with a pink crochet styled vest over it.
"Oh yea? That's nice," Olivia responded, trying to move from her horizontal position into a seated one, in which it took her a while to do.
"Yes it was! We got a picture with LeBron James and Cruz posted it on his Instagram. By the way, mom, how come he gets to have a cellphone and I can't?" She whined.
"Because I'm not Cruz' parent." She returned simply which elicited a small growl from her daughter.
Tommy soon entered the room looking exhausted. His sneakers were already off his feet leaving him in a pair of white socks. He looked like he had been sleeping on his way to the house.
"You ok bud? Tired?" He simply bobbed his head of curls up and down and went unrequested to his mother's side where he snuggled against her body.
Olivia rubbed his back and inhaled his scent; her baby was no longer a baby. He was now 6 years old and growing like a weed. Each day he was growing into his own person and she didn't know whether she was excited or not. One day he was a baby in diaper and now he was almost ready for the first grade. In a way she was happy that he was already that big because the new baby on the horizon would eat up lots of their times. And the slightly big age gap was much welcomed. She was also very surprised with how excited he'd grown to be in expecting his new sibling compared to when he was born. Iya wasn't having it and that surely had a lot to do with their ages.
A few seconds later her husband entered the room with his smooth walk, she loved the way his body moved effortlessly with him. He looked very striking in a simple pair of black Levi's jeans, his signature style navy blue Henley shirt and black boots. She salivated at the muscular forearms that were on display, thanks to the pushed up long sleeves of the T-shirt. His hair was a mass of wavy curls sprinkled with a few dash of grey hairs. Her baby was now pushing 41 years and he looked even better. Refined like fine wine that kept getting better with age.
Fitz sauntered over to her and gave her a quick kiss. "How are you feeling?" He asked, pulling apart.
"As good as I can feel at this point," Olivia replied with a smile.
Fitz smirked at her and tousled Tommy's hair. They spent a few minutes recapping their evening with each other before deciding to turn into bed. By then, Tommy was already more than half asleep so Fitz carried him upstairs and changed him into his sleeping clothes.
When both kids were down for the night Fitz and Olivia made their way into the master bedroom, their sanctuary. Olivia retreated to the en suite bathroom to begin her nighttime routine, which was to wash her face and brush her teeth before applying her nighttime facial cream. Her hair was currently in box braids affording her low maintenance on it. She had gotten it installed about a week ago and was grateful that the tightness had loosened up considerably. She was just finishing up using the bathroom and was washing her hands at one of the double oval shaped sinks when Fitz came barging into the room.
He immediately advanced to the pristine white toilet, dropping his pants and boxer brief once there, before sitting on the throne and immediately farted.
"Ewww, Fitz!" Olivia whined. She didn't care if they were married for 50 years or a 100, smelling each other's fart or shit was something she never cared for. He knew their spoken rule about doing number two in front of each other. If it could be avoided then it must be avoided at all cost.
"Sorry," he grunted through whatever discomfort he was experiencing at the moment. "That fucking hotdog got my stomach feeling a hot mess." The sound of air escaping his tail end sounded again but this time louder.
Olivia scrunched up her face in disgust ready to retreat from the warzone when Fitz said, "check on the kids. They ate it too."
She nodded her in acknowledgment and waddled out of the conjoined bathroom. She checked in on the kids and was glad that they were both sound asleep, seemingly unaffected by the hotdog. Happy with her finding Olivia returned to her bedroom and climbed into bed. She listened to the faint sound of the toilet being flushed before the shower being turned on.
A couple of minutes later Fitz reentered the room in only a boxer. He climbed onto his side of the bed and got under the covers with her.
"Feeling better now?" She asked, getting comfortable in his arms.
"Yea, I don't think it was the hotdog. Probably was the chili I had for lunch."
"Mmmm, you're like the only white person I know that likes so much of spicy hot foods."
"Told you I can handle the heat. Remember that time when we used to live in LA. Wait I don't think we were living together as yet. Or maybe we were living together? Anyways, but do you remember that time when you made me extra hot curry chicken and thought I couldn't handle it?"
Olivia laughed and nodded her head yes. "I remember I thought you were going to be sweating by the time I was done with you, but boy was I wrong. You went for second helpings." She laughed.
Fitz chuckled along with her. "Yea, it feels like a lifetime ago. We met and fall in love with each other pretty quickly. We were exchanging I love yous in like the second or so week of talking with each other."
Olivia laughed again as her mind conjured memories of their earlier days. "Oh yes! Remember that time when we went to Costco for grocery shopping and you bought an entire value size box of condoms?"
Fitz shook his head in the dim lights and laughed deeply, the sound reverberating throughout her body.
"Of course I remember that. That was probably the only time we ever bought condoms, as a matter of fact that is probably the only time we used any."
"And that's why we're here again," Olivia jested, pointing at her belly.
Fitz hummed and planted a soft kiss on her neck, right on her sensitive spot.
"There's no other place I would like to be, Livvie," he spoke seductively.
Olivia was sure as hell not feeling sexy, she felt like a beach whale – literally. But for the sake of her husband she blocked out all negative thoughts and tried to be in the moment with him.
It didn't take long for her to succumb to his wish of wanting to become one with her. She could feel the wetness pooling in her cheeky boy-shorts panties and her taut nipples strained against the soft fabric of the T-shirt.
"Remember that time when I pounced on you and took you hard against the front door when you had just came home from work? Then took you to our room and did it all over again." He rumbled lowly into her ears. His hands reached around her and were playing with her hypersensitive nipples. The chafing feel caused from the fabric turned her mind into mush. She was having trouble remembering the time when Fitz took her on the door; it was probably a time before kids because they sure as hell didn't get the privilege to play hooky all over the house anymore.
Fitz moved his right hand under her shirt in search of her breasts and he began fondling one after the other, squeezing the round mounds into his large palm.
"You had just gotten home from work," he continued his story. He trailed a wet line with his tongue from her right ear all he way to her neck and she moaned.
"I was trying to get into that little panty since that morning but you denied me. All day I couldn't concentrate at the studio because my mind was consumed with thoughts of you in that sheer thong. Every time I closed my eyes all I could see was your ripe pussy staring at me, begging me to devour you. And then when you thought that parading around me in the little number wasn't enough, you bent down in front of me to pick up your fucking lipstick that you had purposely dropped on the ground. Remember now?"
Olivia couldn't think clearly her mind was very heady. The combination of his hand now stroking her intimately and his words coupled with pregnancy brains rendered her speechless. All she needed was release from her agony. Her clit throbbed with need and her nipples stiffened even more as if that was possible.
"Fitz…" She pleaded. The evidence of his stiff wood was digging into her backside and she needed to feel him inside of her, STAT.
Fitz removed his T-shirt from her, springing her heavy boobs free. One of his hands resumed touching and playing with her breast while the other resided inside of her panties.
"You're such a little tease," he told her, taking a pinch of her clit with his index and thumb finger, which elicited a loud moan from her. "As soon as you entered the door I had you up against it. I remember ripping off every piece of clothing from off you before bracing you up against it and ramming my cock inside of you. I went so deep that you cried out for me to have mercy on you. Over and over I slammed into your pussy, your tight sweet pussy. You're always so tight, baby, always pulling me in deeper. I love making love to you baby but I also love when we fuck. I love when we get so loud that you become hoarse afterwards. Or when you walk funny the next day. I love it all baby."
"Oh God, don't stop," Olivia moaned from the feeling of being filled with two of Fitz' thick digits.
"I love when you mark me up with your scratches and bites. It makes me smile every time I see it and it makes me think about you. It's so fucking hot when we have sex and we don't take a shower immediately after. I love the smell of your juices all over me. Or the aftertaste of your cunt in my mouth."
"Fitz!" Olivia became tensed as she neared the peak of her climax. His fingers continued its pumping action despite her walls clamping around his digits. His thumb rubbed deep circles onto her engorged clit, as he brought her to ecstasy. Her juices flowed in abundance down his hand.
When she had came down from her high Fitz removed his hand and brought it to his lips where he began sucking on his fingers. "So fucking tasty, baby," he groaned. He took a finger still coated in her juices and gave her to suck. She latched onto his digit and began sucking hard, swirling her tongue around it. The feelings made Fitz' manhood twitched, it was no doubt a reaction to her sucking his finger – mimicking the way she gave him heads.
Fitz rid his boxer with his free hand, releasing his erect member. Olivia moaned at the warm feel of his recently exposed flesh against her ass.
"Baby now," she begged to be one with him. She found it ironic that an hour ago she was not in the mood for this but here she was begging for it.
Fitz wordlessly grabbed her top leg and placed it over his hip where he was given access to her hidden flesh. Since she was lying on her side and Fitz was behind her he was able to align himself with her dripping core with ease. Inch by inch he slowly sunk inside of her, and then fought the urge to not come immediately when her walls enveloped him. He felt at home wrapped up in her warmth and cocooned in her wetness. This was heaven on earth to him.
He nibbled on her ears as he began to move slowly in and out of her.
"We fit so good together." He told her as hips thrust forward. "We were made for each other. You're my other half. You complete me you complement me. "
Olivia moaned when his rigid length started hitting her sweet spot.
"I love you so much and I will always find you attractive. You're the most beautiful woman in every room you enter."
Olivia felt her heart warming at his words. His reassurance of her beauty and his attraction to her was much welcomed in the moment.
As he continued to rain down heartfelt praises he continued thrusting in and out of her. His free hands were on her breasts squeezing and kneading them, turning her on even more.
"Baby, I'm coming," Olivia barely got out through a loud moan. Fitz picked up his speed and continued to move in and out of her. One of his hands resumed their position on her love button where a precise amount of pressure was applied to it.
"Who's your daddy?" He grunted mid stroke, knowing that he would get her to admit that he was under such circumstances.
"Ah…uhhhh… shit…" She cried as she felt herself rising higher and higher.
"Who's your daddy?" Fitz pressed down a little harder onto her clit and she cried, "You, you!" She screamed as she came long and hard, releasing her floodgates onto his stiff manhood.
Fitz immediately joined her when the fresh wave of wetness hit his dick. He emptied weeks of backed up semen inside of her, grunting out her name in the process.
A few minutes later of laying spent in each other's arms – enveloped in their sticky cum and sweat they finally found their regular breathing pattern.
"For the record, you're still not my daddy." Olivia sassed.
"Livia, how are you this morning?" Alexis asked over the receiver. It was the next day and she had called to check in on her daughter and family.
"I'm fine mom." Olivia answered as she moved around the kitchen setting up things for breakfast. She had been up since 7 AM unable to sleep because of the discomfort she was experiencing, and her baby resting against her bladder causing her to get up every 5 to 10 minutes to empty it didn't help.
"Where's everyone? Your house is awfully quiet."
"They're still sleeping. They went to a basketball game the night before so I guess they're tired."
"Oh oh, they're surely enjoying their summer vacation." Alexis stated.
"For now, when baby# 3 gets here there won't be many outings for a while."
"So you still don't know what you're having?"
"Nope and to be honest it's killing me now. I don't know what to expect and I don't know how to feel. I don't want to get my hopes up for either and get upset when it turns out to be the opposite of what I had hope for. Even though I secretly hope it's another girl." She whispered the last part.
Alexis chuckled and replied, "either way that child will be loved. I can't wait to add another smushy grandchild to my album. BTW my flight is going to be next Friday, I'll only be visiting for a week. Sorry honey, they need me to cover another chef the following week, but once that is over I can book another flight and come spend a longer time with you guys."
"Mom, it's ok. You don't have to worry about it. I have Mama Awa who'll be back from vacation next week and also Janet will be here." Olivia explained.
Alexis felt a pang of jealousy that her daughter didn't really need her because she had all these other women to assist her but she didn't let on. She simply said, "Ok, darling."
Olivia picked up on the faint underlying hurt in her mother's voice. She didn't want her mother to feel like she didn't still adore her because that was the furthest thing from the truth. She was still the woman she called whenever she needed encouragement, advice or prayers. No other woman or person could replace her in her life
"But if you can get a longer time off I would love for you to visit us again," Olivia restated, enthusiastically.
"I would love too." Alexis stated with a small smile on her face.
Olivia heard shuffling feet and looked up to see Tommy walking into the kitchen dressed in his Spiderman pajamas, adorned with his crown of bedhead.
"Morning mommy," he grumbled through his morning voice.
Olivia pulled away a little from the phone and replied, "good morning, sweetheart. How was your sleep?"
"Good. Can I have some orange juice? Please…" He was rubbing the sleepiness from his eyes.
"Sure honey, you want to talk to Grandma Lexi?" He nodded his head vigorously. She told her mother to hold on and she passed the phone onto him.
"Morning grandma," she heard him began. He took short steps to the breakfast nook, taking a seat while indulging in the conversation. Olivia poured him some orange juice into a short glass and padded across the room with it.
"Thanks," he mumbled while trying to listen to what his grandmother was saying.
Olivia sat in the chair next to him observing his facial expressions as he continued his lively conversation for the next two minutes.
"Love you too grandma. I promise I will," she heard him say before returning the phone to her.
"What did he promise to do?" Olivia asked, being nosy.
"No, I'm not telling you. What's discussed between my grandchildren and me stays between my grandchildren and me."
"Oh, it's like that."
"It's just like that," Alexis quipped.
"I see. Well mom, we'll talk later. Seems like the rest of the Brady bunch is awake," she said, looking up to see Iya and Fitz walking into the room.
"Ok sweetheart. Tell everyone I said hello. Love you."
"Love you too mom."
"Is that Grandma Lexi? I want to talk to her!" Iya screeched, rushing towards her mother.
"Someone wants to talk to you." Olivia spoke into the receiver before passing the phone to her exuberant daughter.
"Good morning, grandma!" Iya began as she took the seat next to her brother.
Olivia slowly raised herself up from her seat in hopes to finish off breakfast she had started.
Seeing her predicament Fitz gestured for her to resume sitting. "Sit baby, I got this." He urged and Olivia complied and sat down. Fitz ambled over to properly greet her good morning. Standing a few inches in front of her he bent forward to plant a sweet kiss on her lips. "Good morning, Livvie." He mumbled against her lips.
"Good morning," Olivia returned when they were pulled apart. She took in her husband's radiant disposition and smirked. He was definitely Poped.
He ignored her knowing looks and made his way to the oven where the scent of fresh biscuits was being baked.
"So what do you guys want to do today?" Olivia asked her children. Tommy was fully awake patting a restless Rex at his feet. Iya had just finished up her conversation wither grandmother and was now looking through the New York Times that was on the table.
"Let's go to the museum," Tommy suggested.
"Or Central park," Iya proposed.
"What about staying at home?" Olivia recommended; she really didn't feel like being hassled by little kids at the museum or leaving the cool air-conditioned house to face the heat in Central Park.
Fitz overhearing their conversation as he prepared the bacon decided to end their debate by telling them what they were doing for the day. "Actually, we're going to Long Island. Your grandmother decided to throw a last minute shindig and called this morning to invite us over and I said yes. Raye, Harrison and Chris will be there." He added the last part and the children of course got excited.
"We can walk with your bikes and we can go bike riding when the place gets cooler," he further offered to appeal to their senses.
"Yes! I'm down like donkey Kong!" Iya chipped in.
"Where did you learn that from?" Fitz asked.
"Cruz said it. Dad did you hear his accent? He talks like a British person. "
"That's because he is British, sweetie."
"Cruuuuuuzzzzz." Tommy sang out his name to her.
"Tommy, shut up!"
"You shut up!" Tommy quipped.
"Both of you shut up!" Fitz said before Olivia did.
They temporarily broke their sibling fight and resumed their activities.
With the kids occupied Olivia got up from her seat to go interrogate her husband. "So who told you that I wanted to go to Long Island today? Making plans without me big boy?"
"Never." Fitz retrieved the cooked bacon from off of the griddle.
"Hmmm sounds like you did" she advanced towards him and pinched one of his butt cheeks.
Fitz yelped and chuckled in surprise. "Livvie, stop!" He tried to reprimand in a stern tone but failed miserably.
"Or what?" she pinched him again, but this time he turned around and grabbed her wrist.
"I don't know, maybe-"
"Careful what you say Grant." She arched an eyebrow at him.
"I was going to say…" Fitz moved closed to her ears so that only she could hear him. What he had to say made her gasped aloud. With her mouth agape she looked at her husband with heat radiating her face. He was really shameless in his advances.
Without giving her a second glance Fitz returned to his task and started plating their breakfast while she stood in the middle of the kitchen trying to recover her equilibrium. Only her husband could make her knees weak with only three words.
It was afternoon and the Grant headquarter was in full swing. The kids were having a lot of fun playing in the backyard. When they had arrived earlier they were surprised to see the blue and yellow water slide in the backyard that their grandparents had secretly bought. The water slide came with swimsuits (compliments of their grandmother) so they didn't have to worry about a lack of swimwear. Janet was always shopping for her grandkids. There was always a dress for Iya that she couldn't pass up on or a T-shirt for Tommy that she thought he would like and a pair of shoes or T-shirt for Christian that she thought would look great on him. She was a grandmother obsessed with her grandchildren.
Olivia and Big Jerry took to the seats beneath the cool canopy looking on at Fitz, Raye and Harrison who were running around with the kids, blowing bubbles for them to catch. Janet stood to the side as their designated photographer snapping away at the candid moment.
"Look at them," Big Jerry quietly mused. Once upon a time he never thought that he would be blessed with such a loving and semi-big family.
Olivia saw what he was seeing, everyone looked so happy and radiant in the moment. She sighed contentedly while rubbing her stomach through her maxi dress. Baby G had calmed down considerably and she was able to feel some level of comfort.
"Run Tommy!" Olivia cheered as her little boy tried to escape his Uncle Harrison's grip. Somehow the bubbles catching game had morphed into a game of tag. Bless their hearts, Olivia thought.
His infectious squeals and giggles caused her to laugh out loudly. When he jumped on the wet slide and escaped Harrison she cheered even louder at his cleverness.
"Look at that," Olivia said, turning her attention on her father-in-law. "Are you ok?" She immediately asked. He was sweating profusely which was odd since they had two giant fans underneath the canopy.
She watched as he opened his mouth but nothing came out. His right hand clutched onto his left chest and his entire body tilted forward.
"Fitz!" Olivia screamed, rushing from her seat to catch her father-in-law before he fell to the ground.
Her shrill scream caused a flurry and everyone came running to the canopy thinking that she was in labor.
Fitz immediately replaced her body from propping up his father and laid him on the floor.
"I think he's having a heart attack," Olivia said. She was in such panic that she didn't feel the gush of water that flowed from her.
"Dad! Dad! Can you hear me?" Fitz yelled.
Everything was happening so fast. Fitz began doing CPR on his father when he found him unresponsive, he screamed for someone to call 911.
"Mom, you're wet! You're wet!" Iya said, looking at her mother's soaked bottom.
"What?" Olivia said, confused. Then out of nowhere a sharp pain flashed across her abdomen.
"Tell them we need two ambulances. Olivia is in labor!" Harrison said to a frantic Raye who was trying to relay the information to the 911 operator.
Fitz couldn't believe what was happening. A day that had started off extremely well had turned so grave. He prayed to God to see them through. He looked at his mother who had tears streaming down her face as she held onto her husband's hand. He was trying his best to do everything to save his father's life. Thankful to the CPR training class he was adamant that his entire band took before they go on every tour. Fitz always thought it wise to know how to do things like this just in case they were in a foreign country and their emergency service wasn't as fast.
The next few minutes as they waited for the ambulance was a blur. Time seem to have stood still as they moved chaotically around each other. Olivia tried to be a trooper but her contractions were leaving her crying out in pain.
They all felt a trickle of hope when the sound of the sirens grew near.
A/N: So… yesterday was my birthday! Woohoo. It's always lovely to celebrate another milestone – grateful to be alive. I hope you enjoyed this update and I'm very sorry for the long wait. Not going to bore you with all of the busy details of my life.
Let me know what you thought of the chapter. So Beckham and Grant went to a basketball game with their kids. Someone scream, fathers of the year! LOL. We had Fitz shamelessly begging for sex, haha. What else is new? LOL.
Thoughts on Iya wanting to have a cellphone and social media at the age of 9?
Anyways, there's a huge unease for the Grants right now. Liv is in labor while BJ is possibly having a heart attack. Wooo.
Like always, thanks for leaving your wonderful reviews. They're truly appreciated and they keep me motivated. So thank you!
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