A/N: I have to confess that I'm slowly losing interest to write, and it has nothing to do with the current state of the show because I've stopped watching it a very long time ago. I just probably need a break. Even though I feel this way, I'm very determined to finish all of my stories. I refuse to leave you all hanging. Not an option. At all! With that being said, I hope you enjoy this new update :)

"And…go!"

Sitting on an armchair Fitz smiled dazzlingly into the camera before speaking. "Hey… it's III Legend here, I want to thank everyone for their positive thoughts and prayers while my family recover from a life changing ordeal. I appreciate your respect for our privacy during this time, and for this reason I'm doing this video to put all those rumors to rest. Yes, my father did have a heart attack a few weeks ago, but I can assure you that he's recovering strongly." He paused briefly as the bittersweet memories of that day flashed across his face.

"Also, on that day my family was blessed with a new addition. My wife gave birth to our beautiful baby girl, Amia Eden Grant." He smiled dreamily. "As of yesterday she's a month old, and she's already so spoiled." He laughed. "Between her older siblings, mother, aunt and grandparents I don't know who spoils her the most." He chuckled again and looked off to the side of the camera before returning his attention to the lens. "Ok, my wife is giving me the side eye right now, because she knows out of the entire bunch I probably spoils Mia the most."

He looked away again from the camera to his wife who was seated off to the side. "Honey, do you think the world is ready to see our newest princess?" He watched as she debated with herself whether or not she was ready to show Mia off to the world. Eventually, she got up and smoothed her royal blue sheath dress, picked up the sleeping baby from the bassinet and walked over to him. When she got there she gently lowered Mia into his arms and gave him a kiss on the cheek before moving out of the camera frame.

Fitz looked down at his sleeping angel and smiled. Where her older siblings had black hair, hers' was mostly brown and some parts carried blondish streaks. Her eye color was also different than Tommy's and Iya's. She had her mother's brown eyes but a few shades lighter. She was already physically beautiful, thanks to her parents' genes; and her cute yellow and white sundress with a matching sunflower headband made her even more adorable. Fitz angled his body so they could get a good shot of her face.

"My other baby girl, sleeping beauty…" he beamed, smiling brightly. He turned away from the camera to look at his wife and said, "thank you for three beautiful children." She smiled shyly back at him.

"I'm going to wrap this video up right now. Thanks again for your positive vibes. Talk later." He waved at the camera.

"And cut." Sasha said, ending the video. As his PR agent she advised him to do a simple one-minute at home low-key video to update his fans about what was going on in his life. Since the incident a month ago neither Fitz nor anyone in his camp made any public announcement of what had happened that day. Instead, they had taken the past four weeks to recover privately as a family. Today was the first time he was addressing the rumors and speculation in the magazines and gossip channel. The video served to give an intimate feel without being too intimate – just enough information to let his fans know what's up. He didn't like sharing too much of his private life but understood as a public figure that it was expected of him.

When he and Sasha had ironed out the PR strategy for the video, he walked her and her assistant to the door.

After returning from the foyer Fitz saw his wife nursing a now awake Amia.

"That went well," Olivia sighed, running her fingers gently through her daughter's soft curls, feeling exhausted. Exhaustion was a normal part of her day since coming home from the hospital.

"It did," Fitz said, occupying the spot next to her and began playing with Mia's naked toes.

"Are you picking the kids up later or Tom is?" Olivia asked.

"Tom is going with them," Fitz clarified. Iya and Tommy were spending the day with their Aunty and cousin. Raye had promised to take them to Coney Island.

"Oh. So what is your plan for the rest of the day?" Olivia asked, a bit of annoyance evident in her voice. It wasn't that she didn't like having him around it was just that his presence sort of irritated her as of late. He was the same but sometimes she couldn't deal with his hovering.

Fitz stared at her as though she'd grown an extra pair of head. "Uh… you want me to leave my house?" He asked even toned, trying not to upset her more?

"I never said that," she snapped and Amia started crying.

Now he was getting upset but tried to temper it. "What's the matter with you?" He asked.

"Nothing is wrong with me," she said, and then got up slowly from the couch with Amia in her arm and walked out of the room, heading upstairs.

Fitz remained seated for a moment longer, clearly stupefied. What was up with her? He questioned. As of late he noticed how easily angry she became and thought it was just exhaustion because Amia wasn't an easy baby, but the more she displayed this new behavior of hers he grew frustrated.

Olivia returned to their shared bedroom with Amia. The door wasn't fully shut when she began crying. She didn't know what was going on with her; she felt angry and moody all of the time – and whenever she lashed out at her husband or kids she felt ashamed of her behavior. Her family didn't deserve her snapping at them for no reason but she couldn't help it.

"Ok Mia, stop crying for mommy," she snuffled, while slowly swaying Mia in her arms. To say that she was tired was a huge understatement. It was difficult getting sleep when Amia was a night owl. And the fact that she refused to drink from a bottle made it twice as exhausting, but she pushed through for her little girl.

Several minutes later, the creak of the bedroom door being opened startled her. Immediately Olivia knew who it was that entered the room. Ungracefully, she turned her body away so as to hide her tears from him.

She listened to his heavy sigh and her heart sped up when she heard his footsteps growing closer to her. She steeled herself against him as if that would deter him from getting closer.

"What do you want?" She asked, a futile attempt to stop him in his tracks.

Another heavy sigh followed before he answered, "I want you to tell me what's wrong." His voice was quiet and filled with concern.

Olivia breathed and looked down at her now cooing daughter. "I'm fine," she answered unconvincingly.

"No, you're not," Fitz sat behind her on the small love seat that occupied one corner of their room. "Talk to me, baby. What's wrong?" He gently touched her shoulders and immediately it began shaking.

It was no use hiding from him because he always saw through her façade. She was surprised that she was able to go a week hiding the fact that she wasn't feeling like herself without him cornering her. She turned around with tears flowing heavily down her cheeks; she passed off Amia to him and immediately wrapped her arms around his midsection. Why was she crying? She couldn't answer that. She felt sad, frustrated, tired and depressed. Eventually, all of the crying exerted her last remaining energy and she fell asleep with her head rested on his shoulder.

After gently transferring his wife's body from the chair to their California king bed, he quietly exited their bedroom with his youngest daughter in tow. Making his way downstairs he saw Mama Awa coming out of the kitchen.

"I was just coming to get you. Lunch is ready," she announced.

"Um… I'll eat mine later. I have to make a quick phone call first. And, Liv is sleeping."

"Ok. Do you want me take Amia?" The older woman asked.

"Yes, thanks." Fitz kissed his daughter's rosy cheek before passing her onto her nanny.

"See you in a few," he said, retreating from the room and heading to his study.

The minute Fitz got to his study he fired up his MacBook and googled the words: Postpartum Depression. His eyes grew wide as he began reading some of the symptoms. Mood swings, anger, insomnia, crying, social isolation, irritability and exhaustion were just a few symptoms he could identify in his wife. How could this have went passed him? All this time he thought she was just tired from caring for Amia, but could it be possible that it was more than that? He never recalled her behaving like this when they had Iya and Tommy as newborns. So… why now? Anxious thoughts flooded his mind as he dialed his mother's number.

"Hey mom," he answered when he heard her voice on the other end of the call.

"Hey, Fitzy, What's up?"

"I'm ok. How are you? Is dad doing his exercises?" He questioned.

"We're fine and he's doing his exercises, albeit very grumpily," she laughed.

That brought a chuckle out of Fitz. He could envision his father bitching through the entire process with his nurse by his side.

"Good." Fitz exhaled and paused for a few seconds before asking, "Mom, can I ask your opinion on something in confidence?"

"Sure, son. What's up?"

He sighed again not knowing where to begin but thought best to come straight out with his speculation. "I think my wife is suffering from postpartum depression." He said, the words sounding wrong coming from his mouth.

Janet gasped. "Um… what's going on? Why do you think so?"

He shrugged his shoulder as though she could see him. Maybe he was blowing this thing out of proportion, but his gut told him he wasn't. "For starters, she's always angry. And I mean any little thing upsets her. Two nights ago we were all in the den watching a movie when Tommy got up and ran to the bathroom. He wanted to be back before the commercials ended," Fitz clarified his son's reason for running.

"Before, she wouldn't be bothered by it but two nights ago it pissed her off. So much so that she sent him to his room for the rest of the night, which didn't sit well with me. And after she did it she disappeared for like fifteen minutes and came back with her face washed." He sighed before continuing, " Fast-forward to half an hour ago. She was upset that I was staying home and when I asked her why she's behaving like this, she got upset and left. Ten minutes later I enter our bedroom to see her crying. It's like someone else in my wife's body, my Livvie doesn't behave like this." Fitz said sadly. Something was wrong with his wife and he felt it in his gut.

"Do you want me to come over and talk with her?" Janet asked, in a solemn tone.

"No, no, no. That's fine. I think she needs some space right now. Should I call her doctor or look for a therapist?" Fitz asked

"Talk to her first before you call her doctor. You don't want to blindside her by this."

"Ok. But from what I told you is it possible she has postpartum depression? I'm not blowing this out of proportion, right?" Fitz asked for reassurance.

"No you're not, we need to get a handle on this quickly. How is she with Amia?"

"Good, really good," he answered quickly.

"Ok, that's good," she sighed.

Around four in the afternoon Olivia woke up feeling much better, she felt rested and rejuvenated – something she hadn't felt in quite some time. She rolled onto her back and her hands immediately went to her breasts, which were sore and leaking. She looked at the baby monitor to listen for any cries and was surprised when there wasn't any. Feeling relieved that her one month old wasn't crying hungry tears she got up from the bed and made her way into the bathroom to use the toilet. Five minutes later she made her way to Mia's room to see an empty crib. She's probably either with Fitz or Mama Awa, she thought. Rerouting her steps she headed downstairs in search of the other occupants of the house and to also find something to eat, as she was famished.

She took small steps downstairs, first stopping in the living room but found no one before moving onto the kitchen. She came upon Mama Awa cooking what she presumed to be dinner while humming to the tune of a song.

"Hey Liv," she stopped her humming when she realized she wasn't alone.

"Hey, what's for dinner?" she asked with a smile. Olivia had been too tired to even be bothered with cooking. She was extremely grateful for the help she received from Mama Awa and her mother during her one-week visit.

"Beef stew, I hope that's good."

"Yea, that should be fine. Is there anything to eat right now? I'm hungry. By the way, where are Fitz and Mia?" Olivia asked, moving onto the refrigerator.

"There's some Caesar salad and grilled chicken in the fridge," Mama Awa called from the stove.

"Thanks," Olivia muttered, opening the fridge door.

"Fitz and Mia went for a walk, she was getting a little fussy earlier." She answered Olivia's earlier question.

"Oh, did he try bottle feeding her?"

"He did but she wasn't taking it at first, but eventually she did. I guess she was really hungry."

Olivia sighed, taking the bowl of salad out of the fridge. "I feel so bad because I overslept." She moved over to the cupboard that held the plates and grabbed one for her salad.

"It's ok, you know, mommy needs to take care of herself too," Mama Awa gave her a raised eyebrow.

"I know but…"

"No buts. Eat up and relax yourself."

Olivia gave her a small smile and did exactly what she recommended. After finished eating she returned upstairs for her cellphone and sent Raye a quick text, asking how the Coney Island trip was going. Raye then returned a picture text with Iya, Tommy and Christian posting with inflatable swords – each pretending to slice the other. She smiled at the sight of her children having fun. When she was finished texting Raye she made her way to the living room to lose her self in some mindless TV.

Seeing the time was a little after five she began wondering about Fitz and Mia's whereabouts. However, not for long when she heard sounds coming from the foyer. She turned off the TV and got up to greet them. She met them in the entranceway, as they were just about to walk into the living room. She noticed that Mia was changed out of her dress from earlier and was donned in a footed onesie, her curls roamed freely and unrestricted by the headband. But most importantly she was sound asleep. From the sleeping infant swaddle in the light blanket she took in her husband's casual outfit, simple black jeans and white, deep V-neck tee.

Snapping out of her reverie, she said, "hi."

And he returned, "hi."

"How long has she been sleeping?" Olivia whispered.

"About ten minutes now," Fitz also spoke in a soft voice. Walking over to the bassinet that they kept in the living room for Mia, he gently lowered her and adjusted her comfortably before covering her up with the light blanket. He then moved over to his wife and grabbed her by both hands, bringing them to his lips. He kissed the left one and then the right one while intently looking at her.

"How are you feeling?" He probed, searching her eyes for the truth.

She felt naked under his watchful gaze so she lowered her eyes.

"Look at me," he implored and when she didn't, he demanded softly again, "look at me, Livvie."

She eventually looked at him in his eyes and offered him a weak smile.

"How are you feeling?" He asked again.

Dammit! Olivia internally chastised herself for already feeling teary. "I was feeling good a minute ago," she answered honestly. "But now I feel terrible and I don't know why." She looked away sadly. "I don't know what's wrong with me, Fitz. I don't feel like myself at all."

Fitz released one of her hands and grabbed a hold of her chin so that her attention was on him and not the wall.

"We should go see your doctor," he said evenly.

"I don't know, maybe I'm just tired right? It's probably no big deal." She tried to brush it off.

"Livvie, it's a big deal. You could be suffering from postpartum depression," he blurted.

Olivia recoiled from him as though he'd scorched her skin, repulsed by his unqualified diagnosis. She didn't suffer from postpartum depression, right? At least not to her…

"You're over exaggerating," Olivia said in a slightly elevated voice, stepping back further from him.

"Let's not do this here," Fitz said in a warning tone. "Let's talk in my office," and with that said, he moved to his office but not without telling Mama Awa to keep an eye on Mia.

A minute or so later he looked up from behind his desk to see his wife entered the room with a soured expression on her face.

"I don't have postpartum depression," she stated, as a matter of fact.

"I never said you did, but it is a possibility that you might; hence why we should go see your doctor. This is not a fight about who's right or wrong, Olivia, I'm seriously concerned for your well being and I know that this person who's in front of me isn't fully my wife." He spoke passionately.

"What's that supposed to mean?" She asked, indignantly.

Fitz tried to remain calm but her passive aggressiveness was getting the better of him. In a cool tone he tried to be rational. "Liv, let's not do this. For once let's not have a heated argument over something that affects us both, and moreover our kids."

"Are you trying to say I'm not a good mother now?"

"Jesus Christ!" Fitz pinched the bridge of his nose and tilted his head backwards, she was beyond infuriating. "Why are you so angry? You're angry all of the time, Olivia! You basically explode on the kids for any little thing. This. Is. Not. You."

Olivia's lower lip began to quiver; she knew he was speaking the truth; the truth she didn't want to acknowledge.

Fitz saw her predicament and immediately felt like an ass for letting his frustration get the best of him, making him raise his voice at her. He just wanted his wife back and this person wasn't fully her.

"Livvie, we're a team and I need you to let me in. You're not alone, I'm here, and you can trust me with your feelings. I won't let you fall; I'm here to catch you. Trust me, baby, and let me in. Please…"

Tears fell freely from her eyes as the guilt and shame ate at her soul. She needed to escape these feelings but didn't know how too. Looking into the eyes of her friend, lover and confidant – the only person she entrusted her life to, she said, "I feel depressed. I need help." She admitted softly. She knew that she wasn't functioning right and the simple fact that she asked for help was huge, after all these years she was still very self reliant.

Her husband went up to her and hugged her tightly molding her body into his.

"We'll get through this, baby." She shook her head because she believed him.

Three Weeks Later

Summer vacation was coming to an end and it was almost time for Iya and Tommy to return to school, actually they were scheduled to return the upcoming Monday. Things in the Grants' household and family at large had taken on a positive turn. Big Gerry had shown significant improvement with his health and was almost fully out of the woods, to everyone's delight. Olivia was doing a whole lot better also. After her mini intervention with her husband they went to her doctor and she had prescribed some short-term use of Zoloft and a few sessions of postpartum therapy. The combination of both treaments made her finally able to enjoy her newborn and family.

They were currently dispersed around the house, except for Fitz who was at his recording studio. Olivia had just put Mia down for her midday nap, Tommy was in front of the TV watching the new Avengers movie, Mama Awa was doing laundry, and Iya was upstairs in her room doing only God in heaven knows.

Olivia was closing the door to Mia's room when she heard someone whispering, "mom." She turned around to see that it was Iya calling her from down the hall, peeking out of her half closed bedroom door. Finding her demeanor comical Olivia decided to humor her and went across to her room. The door was opened a bit wider to accommodate her frame and then shut tight when she was on the other side.

"Iya, why is there clothes thrown all over your bed?" Olivia reproved, seeing the mess that was her daughter's room.

"I'll pick it up later, mom. I have something to show," Iya said a bit annoyed. She had more important things to show her mother than discarded clothes on her bed.

Softening her voice, Olivia asked, "What do you want to show me?" She stared intently at her oldest daughter. Her eyebrows shot up when she saw her lifting up her spaghetti strap, flow-y top.

"I'm getting boobies," she said a bit shyly, but for the most part she was comfortable.

Olivia definitely didn't expected this, so she was a bit caught off guard. She moved closer to her daughter to examine her chest that was indeed beginning to develop breasts.

"Are you feeling any pain?" She asked, knowing that sometimes it can hurt

"No." Iya shook her head.

"When did you notice them?"

"This morning after shower."

"I'm going to touch them to feel if the texture is ok, ok?" Iya nodded her head. Olivia took her index and middle finger and gently pressed on the rising area around her areolas. Everything felt normal to the touch, per her knowledge of what it should feel like.

"Everything feels fine, sweetie. How are you feeling?"

"Normal, I guess," Iya shrugged and Olivia smiled at her.

"Ok, this is the beginning of puberty for you, and this doesn't mean that tomorrow you'll have boobs because it will take awhile to grow. So don't worry about that. And please, sweetheart, if you have questions please come talk to me. I'll try my best to answer it for you. And finally, some things are going to have to change."

"What's going to have to change?" Iya's grey eyes regarded her mother curiously.

"No more walking around with your shirt off. Ok?"

Iya scrunched her nose. "I guess, ok."

"You know why?" Her mother asked, to ensure she understood why.

"Because, I'm growing breasts," Iya sounded kind of annoyed. She thought growing up would be fun but guess not.

"And you need to maintain your privacy, ok. Is any of this making sense to you?" Olivia asked, caressing the back of her right cheek with her hand.

"I guess so."

Olivia smiled at her and gave her a tight hug. "I love you, sweet cheeks."

"I love you too, mom."

Later that evening they were all assembled around the dinning table eating spaghetti and meatballs, compliments of Olivia's cooking. With Mia finally accepting being bottle fed she felt more energized to do more things. She occasionally cooked and worked from home whenever Samantha needed her to look over a new potential artist that was looking to have their work displayed at the gallery.

"Mom, when is Mia going to eat food like us?" Tommy asked, swirling spaghetti around his fork.

"When she's older, like maybe when she's a year old, but even then she can't eat all of the foods like us. "

"Why?"

"Because she would only have a few amount of teeth."

"Why?"

"Because that's the way babies grow. It takes a while for each new set of teeth to form."

"Why?"

"Because, I don't know." Olivia sighed; leave it to Tommy to question every single thing.

He grew quiet and ate two forkful of spaghetti. When he was finished chewing, he asked, "how come Mia's eyes are brown and Iya's and mine are grey?"

Fitz cleared his throat and intervened, sensing that his wife was probably at the end of her wits. "That's because of something call genetics. Genetics is basically when physical traits are passed down from parents to their children. For example, Mia's eyes are brown because your mother has brown eyes, and Mia inherited or got it from her."

"Oh." Tommy nodded, as though he'd gotten an epiphany.

"And because dad is white and mom is black we're mixed," Iya threw in, just in case he didn't know.

"I know that," he quipped with an eye roll.

"Ok…." Olivia interrupted. "So are you excited for the new school year? New class, possibly new friends?"

"Only if Ariel and Zach are in my class. They're my best friends." Tommy acknowledged.

Olivia knew that most likely Ariel would be in the same class as him, as she spoke about it with Ariel's mother over the summer. One Saturday she had invited them all to Ariel's sixth birthday much to the little girl's delight. And she got her best friend Thomas, to stick the cake with her. It was a moment to remember, two shy faces in front of a sea of people.

They spent another twenty minutes at the dinning table before they moved their party to the living room. It was time to feed Amia and Iya insisted that she could do it. Sitting next to her mother Olivia guided her on how to properly feed her little sister and when she was finished she showed her how to burp her.

Fitz smiled from the chair across from them, relieved that he'd gotten his wife back and also marveling in the fact that his first-born was growing up.

After all three of their children were finally put to bed, then did they retire to their bedroom.

"We're seriously outnumbered," Olivia said, moving into the en suite bathroom to brush her teeth." There's a significant difference with caring for two children and three children. "It's like a crowd," she half joked.

Fitz came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her midsection. "It's not that bad."

"It's not," she confessed and moaned when he began kissing her neck.

"You won't believe who wants me to produce their new album?"

"Who?" She asked, squirming underneath his touch.

"Rihanna," he answered, sucking on the spot behind her ear.

"As in Riri?" Olivia inquired, truly happy.

"The one and only."

Olivia returned her toothbrush to its holder and turned around in her husband's arms. "That's amazing, honey. That's really amazing. So proud of you," she said, pecking his lips.

"Thanks, sweetheart. I appreciate it." He went in for a deeper kiss, forcing her lips apart and plunging his tongue inside of her mouth. Since Mia was born they had only been intimate once. Even though her C-section was almost fully healed, she was still self-conscious about her post-baby body. And no mater how much he told her that it didn't matter she still wasn't fully comfortable.

"Fitz…" Olivia panted, pulling back from him. "We can't..." she said, shaking her head no.

"Why not?" he asked, running his hands down her back and settling them on her rounded ass.

She looked away shyly, answering him, "because… look at me."

"I'm looking at you and I do not see anything that is wrong. You're beautiful yesterday; you're beautiful today and forever. You're even more beautiful than the first time we met."

Olivia smiled wryly.

Fitz gently turned her body around to face the mirror and forced her to look at herself in the more. He kissed her neck and murmured, "You're beautiful. Look at your reflection baby, breathtaking. " Fitz moved his hands to the hem of her blouse and slowly began lifting it up despite of her initial hesitations. When she was just in a pair of nude colored bra and jeans he got down on his knees. With his face directly in front of her stomach he kissed each and every stretchmark, scar or any other mark she acquired from childbirth.

"You're so beautiful, Livvie… Every. (kiss) Inch. (kiss) Of. (kiss) You. (kiss) Is. Beautiful."

Olivia felt like she was melting in his hands, she was putty. Grabbing onto the edge of the sink for leverage she felt his hands deftly undoing the button on her pants. She anticipated his movements as he slowly pulled down the jeans accompanied by her underwear. He then lifted her and placed her to sit on the edge of the bathroom sink. The coldness of the surface against her heated flesh aroused her.

Slinking between her legs he placed both of them over his shoulder. He licked his lips at her dripping core before diving in. It had been a while since he'd feasted on her sweet pussy so he behaved like a man starved. Olivia pealed and cried as his tongue took her to ecstasy over and over again.

Rising up from between her legs with her cum all over his mouth he fused their lips together in a passionate kiss. The taste of her juices heightened her arousal for him. With impatient hands she skillfully unbuckled his pants before roughly pushing it along with his boxer briefs down. Grabbing onto his stiff, thick cock she lined him up with her center and he surged into her sleek chamber. They both let out a hissed at being joined again.

"So…. fucking tight," Fitz groaned when he felt the resistance her tight pussy was given him.

"You're just… too… too… big," she panted, at the feel of him filling her up and stretching her out deliciously. It was a heavenly feeling. She held onto his clothed back, her hand gripping on tightly to his shirt.

They continued moaning and groaning as they moved rhythmically against each other.

"I love you so much, baby," Olivia said, feeling her orgasm building. The added pressure of his thumb on her clit was overstimulating her senses. She needed a release and that was all she could think of.

"I love you too, shit!" Fitz growled, feeling her walls clamping tightly around his cock.

"You're ready to cum, baby?" He rhetorically asked. He knew she was ready to cum. He didn't wait for her to answer him as he continued to pump in and out of her at a fast pace, moving her ass along the marble top bathroom sink with each thrust.

"Yea, I'm cumming. I want to cum." Olivia spoke brokenly.

And Fitz answered her request, he made her cum hard and long squirting out her juices onto his cock while he released his pent up seed deep inside of her.

Satisfied and sated, still joined together as one, Olivia said, "I love you so much baby, thank you for always being there for me and for not giving up on me. Everything I am today is because you love me and I love you so much that I don't know what I would do without you. I can't imagine life without you. I love you, FG."

Fitz smiled and pecked her lips, appreciating the kind words she spoke to him.

"I love you more than anything in this world, baby." She and their kids were his entire life.

They stayed entangle in each other's arms before moving to the shower to wash off their lovemaking.

"Oh, I have some pretty interesting news for you," Olivia said, lathering up her skin with her shower gel.

"What's that?" Fitz asked, doing the same.

"Your daughter has started developing breasts. She called me in her room to show me today." Olivia was barely able to finish her statement before bursting into a fit of laughter, Fitz' facial expression was everything. He looked like he was one second away from a heart attack. The minute she said breasts his eyes grew wide.

"What do you mean breasts? She's only nine years old." Fitz asked, worried.

"Fitz, girls start to develop at nine. Relax, it's not like she's going to get boobies tomorrow, so you have time to mentally prepare. I'm just letting you know now, that the process has begun."

"Jesus Christ! How did we reach here? She was a baby the other day and now she's growing breasts. My god! I don't think I can handle this."

Olivia almost choked from laughing at him too hard. His mini breakdown was hilarious. Sobering up, she said," First, you need to get yourself together because this is a natural part of life. And secondly, you need to remember that she'll always be your little girl no matter what. Well at least one of your little girls."

Fitz shook his head and smiled. "Thank God, I have you because I would literally lose my mind."

"Ditto, baby. Ditto…"

A/N: Hope you enjoy this chapter. Again, I apologize for the delay. More than 3 million women suffer with postpartum depression per year and our Liv was one of them (fictionally). She had a bit of a struggle in the beginning but with the intervention of her husband she was able to seek help. Let me know what you thought of that part.

What about the Iya beginning to develop breasts? TBH that entire scene was taken from when I was a young girl. Don't ask me why my mom touched my boob, she's just very handsy (Caribbean parents style LOL).

We also had a cute Tommy moment, with him wanting to know why his baby sister has different eye colors to them. I love their little family moments like these.

And finally, Fitz' reaction to Iya growing breasts, and so it begins. HAHA…

And of course there was sexy time. ;)

Don't forget to leave a review; it will keep me motivated somehow.

Until next time,

xoxo