"Before you get into the shower,
Before you worry about your hair,
Baby give me one more hour,
I want you to stay right there,
I don't wanna lose a moment,
I don't wanna miss a kiss,
If I could plan the perfect day, love,
Then I would start it just like this,"
Olivia laughed lightly as the scruffy beard covering her husband's chiseled jawline tickled her inner thighs. It was in fact morning, and he had awoken her with the sweetest song. A melody of two hearts coming together after being apart in slumber, he continued…
"Good morning,
Good morning love,
It's my favorite love song,
I waited all night long,"
"Good morning…" The deep timber of his voice serenaded her into a satisfying sheath of pleasure. Her body relaxed against his sensual touch, trusting in his power to both cater to and satisfy her needs. With her eyes closed she reveled in every scintilla of pleasure. The flicking of his skillful tongue in her intimate of parts carried her up and over the cliff. The grazing of teeth on sensitive earlobes after his mouth had his fill of her dewy nectar. Followed by his gentle but firm touch on the soft planes of her body before finally sinking slowly into the abyss of her silken walls. They sang each other praises, moving their bodies in a slow deliberate fashion until finding release; Olivia first and then Fitz.
Lying underneath her, Fitz looked up into his wife's hazy brown eyes and in a raspy tone crooned.
"Good morning,
Good morning love."
She leaned downward and pecked his lips, remnants of her taste lingering on him. "Good morning, honey," she responded sweetly.
Simultaneously, they sighed, contented.
With a quick glance to the sleek silver clock on the nightstand, Olivia read the time as 6 AM. She was mentally getting ready to dismount off her husband when she heard the rattling of their bedroom door followed by an impatient, "Mooooooommm!"
"Sweetie, you can't come in!" Olivia called out in a bit of panic; thankful the door was locked, as she scrambled to put back on her nightgown while Fitz also worked on pulling on his pajamas bottom.
"Why? Daaaaad!" The sound of their three-year-old daughter yelled.
"In a minute, Amia," Fitz spoke up, wondering what was so urgent at six in the morning for their little girl. Amia Grant was nothing short of a handful, most of the times.
"Hurry up, please!" she chirped impatiently.
Olivia shot Fitz a look - silently conveying that he needed to go and investigate what's wrong and he responded with a bemused smile but proceeded to the door anyway, shrugging on a plain white T-shirt in stride.
Upon opening the bedroom door, he came upon the sight of his youngest clad in her Doc McStuffins' nightgown clutching her plush toy giraffe, Raffee.
"Good morning, Mia," he greeted the pouting toddler. She was the mirror reflection of Olivia.
"Morning, Daddy. I'm hungry," she spoke all that in one breath, rubbing her tummy for emphasis.
Fitz gave her a stern look. "See, if you had eaten your entire dinner last night you won't be waking up so hungry, won't you?"
"But Dad… I didn't want anymore food," she countered in a sweet syrupy voice, pouting her full lips even more.
Fitz internally chuckled at her quandary. Feigning annoyance through an exaggerated sigh, he asked, "And what do you want for breakfast this morning, missy?"
Widen chestnut brown eyes regarded him with eager intent. "Chocolate chip pancakes." Her small, milky white teeth gleamed in a broad smile after uttering the request.
"Nope." Olivia responded simply, seemingly coming out of nowhere to join the party in the hallway, by the entranceway of the master bedroom.
Looking up at her mother with an unhappy frown, she asked, "why not?"
"You know why not. No sweets for breakfast during the school week."
Amia hugged Raffee to her chest tighter and pondered her mother's words. "Daddy, what day is it?"
Looking at the exchange between his two girls, Fitz answered, "Friday."
"And isn't Friday the last day of the school week? My teacher said so. Mmm…" Amia took her left index finger and placed it by her chin in thought. A move she'd seen perfected by her older siblings. Amia Grant was no fool, wise and bears a personality of her own. She was sometimes boisterous, charismatic and smart beyond her years. Everyone, whom she came into contact, fell in love with her obvious charms.
"Yes, it's the last day of the school week," Olivia reiterated, placing emphasis on the parts that supported her opposing argument.
"So I can't get chocolate chip pancakes today, no?" The little girl asked; her head tilted to the side.
"No."
"Maybe tomorrow," Fitz added, feeling his heartbreak at the sight of his little girl's frowning face.
Olivia excused herself and retreated back into the bedroom, leaving father and daughter alone.
Thinking of something that would brighten the little girl's morning, he schemed, "do you want to help wake your brother and sister?"
Light returned to her eyes as she bobbed her head up and down. "Yes! Yes!"
"Piggyback ride?" he smiled, already lowering his knees to the ground so that she can climb onto his back.
Mia launched forward excitedly and wrapped her small arms around his neck.
They first went to Tommy's room and Fitz placed her on the ground. Her short legs ran before jumping onto the bed.
"Tommy! Tommy!" She shouted while bouncing on the bed. Fitz watched from the door as Tommy peeped out from beneath the sheet before pulling at his sister's leg, landing her flat on her back.
"Careful, Tommy," Fitz warned cautiously from the doorway but it was no use as he watched the two engage in a playful roughhouse. The sight warmed his heart unsurprisingly, it always did. The adoration and love his children have for the other was out of this world. Don't get him wrong, they obviously have days of contempt but those emotions are short lived. It was the Grant tribe against the world and he loved that.
When the duo had stop their assaults on each other, Tommy looked up and said, "good morning, Dad."
"Good morning, son," Fitz returned with a gentle smile, moving further into the room.
Breakfast was served of varying selections. Tommy and Amia insisted on eating a bowl of Fruit Loops with full cream milk while Iya shared the same breakfast as her parents, scrambled eggs, toast and a side of bacon. The atmosphere was pleasant as they indulged in breakfast together.
"Mom, when are we going to the hair salon?" The preteen asked, slithering a thin layer of butter onto her toast.
Olivia looked up from her plate, fork midair. She chewed her bite before answering, "Ummm… I'll have to call and book the appointment. I forgot honey." She gave her an apologetic look.
"Mom… Tomorrow is the dance and I can't go with my hair like this." She pointed to the slightly frizzy mass of curls atop her head held together by a sturdy hair tie.
Olivia regarded her, where did time go? Her baby girl was no longer a little girl that loved to play in her mother's makeup she was growing up and someday soon she would be buying her own.
"I'll call and book it on my way to work, ok?" She smiled reassuringly this time.
"Thanks, mom."
Tommy looked up from his bowl, and with the mischief of a nine-year-old, he teased, "will Aiden be there?"
"Shut up, Tommy!" Iya spat, rolling her eyes at him.
Fitz' eyebrows shot up as he was just about to take a sip of his coffee. "Aiden, who?" He asked gruffly.
"Fitz…" Olivia interjected warningly, letting him know to drop it. "A boy in her class."
"That she likes," Tommy coughed, riling his sister up. If their parents weren't present he would've felt her full wrath.
Both Olivia and Iya glared at him but one was much more intense. Olivia knew that there is an innocent crush between Aiden and Iya; she'd suspected it one day when she had visited the school to pick her up and saw their shy interactions in the hallway. When she asked her daughter if she had a crush on the handsome boy she blushed before lowly admitting a yes. Nothing was wrong with crushes in Olivia's book but she didn't encourage dating so young.
Before Fitz could open his mouth, Olivia said, "Tommy, did you check to ensure your homework is in your backpack?"
He nodded, "yes."
"Oh good. Ok, folks you have ten minutes before we need to get leaving." Olivia clasped her hands and smiled at her already dressed children.
"Mommy, I don't want to go to school. I want to come work with you," Amia pouted, refusing to go to the very expensive play school they pay for.
"Not today, sweetie. Mommy can't take you to work, I'm going to be busy all day so you need to go school." Olivia returned. Sometimes she would carry her to work with her if she wasn't going to be busy but for the most part she tried to have her go to school for the four hours as staying home was no longer an option.
Mama Awa was no longer their full time Nanny as she had retired a year ago and ever since then they had yet to hire anyone.
"I can take her with me," Fitz piped, now reclined in his seat with his hands behind his head.
Olivia looked at him curiously. "Don't you have your fitting to do with Tom Ford?"
"Yea, I'll take her. It's not going to be a problem, right Mia?"
She beamed from her highchair, "right! I'm going to be a GOOD girl!" she shouted the last part convincingly.
"No fair," Tommy mumbled, sad that she gets to stay home from school while he can't without good reason.
"Good for you," Iya said underneath her breath to him, quietly laughing. Now, who has the last laugh?
Fitz chuckled, "Well, son, life isn't always fair but we gotta make do with what we have, don't we?"
Tommy chose to not reply as he finished up his cereal. The table occupants discussed last minute strategies for the day when Huck came and said he was ready to take the duo to school. They shared brief see you soon hugs and kisses to the cheek before departing.
When it was just Amia and her parents, Fitz turned to his wife and asked, "Who's Aiden?"
Olivia smiled mostly to herself as she wiped down the breakfast nook from the small messes they made.
"A boy in her class, honey," she answered sweetly.
Amia exited the room in four big hops and headed to the living room to play with one of her Barbie dolls.
Fitz moved behind his wife and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into his arms snuggly. "Do I need to walk with my gun tomorrow?"
Olivia tittered and turned around in his arms, placing both hands on his bicep after discarding the dishrag, she quipped, "these are the only two guns you're allowed to walk with. Relax. It's just an innocent crush."
"That's how they all start," Fitz complained, furrowing eyebrows marring his handsome face.
Olivia laughed again before placating him. "We already had this discussion and you have to relax, babe."
Fitz annoyingly rolled his eyes. "Fine, but I want to meet this guy tomorrow night at the dance."
Olivia sighed, "Whose great idea was it to let you chaperone?"
Fitz laughed then, "Please… they all want me."
"Don't I know that," Olivia retorted with a little edge in her tone.
"Amia, you're going to sit here and play with your toys while daddy gets dressed, ok? If you need anything Ms. Lauren will get it for you."
Amia nodded her acknowledgement. "Ok Daddy, I'll be right here." She pointed at the small circular sofa she sat on at Tom Ford's studio. Over the years Fitz and the brand had developed a working relationship, which all got started when he was the face of their cologne line three years ago and now they sponsored him whenever he needed to be red carpet ready. The New York Fashion Week was coming up and they implored him to attend, garbed in one of their signature suits of course. To garner revenue and foster their relationship Fitz agreed.
He smiled at his little one, her pouty pink lips and naturally tan skin, her skin tone was lighter than Iya's and Tommy's but not by much and her hair was dark brown that highlighted her honey brown eyes. Today, she had chosen to dress herself in a turquoise colored sleeveless dress with a tutu skirt, paired with sparkly purple converse – the perfect outfit to showcase her spunky spirit.
"Thank you, sweetheart. Give your old man a kiss?" He squatted so that they were on eye level.
She giggled, " you silly, daddy! You're not an old man! Grandpa is an old man!" She shouted and the bustling workers around stopped to laugh. It was no use telling her to use her inside voice because apparently she doesn't have one.
Fitz laughed along and accepted the smooch he received on the lips. "Thanks for the ego boost, Princess." He watched as she mentally pondered over his words. Returning to his full height, he said, "I'll be right over there," he pointed towards the expansive dressing room.
She nodded, while busy trying to pull a doll out of the tote bag her mother had packed for her.
Fitz sensing that she was fine turned to Lauren standing a foot away and said, "thanks for watching her," knowing that it wasn't part of her job requirement.
"No problem, Fitz," she smiled, enjoying every opportunity to be with the Grant's children.
Fitz retired to the dressing room to find the first suit awaiting him, a navy wool checkered windowpane two-piece Tom Ford suit. He shrugged out of his short-sleeved shirt and dark blue jeans before getting dressed in the suit. When he was done he made his way out to stand on the small black stool, as the tailor fussed over the already customized suit, custom-made with his measurements. He tried on three more suits thereafter and they made a final choice with his input. Surprisingly, his little girl sat on the couch like she said she would and somehow got Lauren to play with her dolls. It was a funny scene. After a promise to deliver the suit to his personal address, they left.
Fitz was holding Amia in his arms while carrying the bright coral colored tote on his shoulder; he didn't know what was up with his wife and bright colors but she loved it. Lauren was leading the way as they walked the busy sidewalk of Manhattan.
"Do you want to go somewhere for an early lunch?" He asked Lauren.
Lauren gave a nervous glance, even though working for Fitz for so many years he still somewhat overwhelmed her. "Uh… sure. Where to?"
He turned his attention to Amia who was looking at the pedestrians passing by. "What do you want to eat, Princess?"
"Chicken and fries!" she spoke assuredly.
"Is that the only think you know how to eat?"
She grinned sheepishly at him, "No… but I like it, Daddy!"
Lauren chuckled and so did Fitz. "Ok, Princess."
AN: Ughhh, I'm having such a hard time writing this story. I have so much storylines that I want to introduce but having difficulty choosing which, it's like circuit overload in my head. I'm still working out the specifics. This chapter is not my best but I wanted to give you something, so I don't leave you hanging much longer than I already have. Need my muses to flow and cooperate with me for this story. I feel like I put the most pressure on myself for this story because it truly is my baby, but I'll try not to. Drop a line and give me some inspiration, please... Let me know if you enjoyed this little drabble. I'll try to publish a much longer and meatier update soon.
In this chapter I mainly wanted to introduce Amia and her personality, not much different than her older sister but still unique in her own right. The Grant tribe is quite special. :)Tommy is going to get it from his older sister. Haha. Iya is now 12, Tommy 9 and Amia 3. Fun, fun, fun, fun.
Thank you to all the people who are still interested in this story, you keep me motivated.
Until next time,
xoxo