AN: *singing it's been a long day without you my friend* LOL. Heyyyyyy! Guess who's back? This girl! I really hope you guys enjoy this chapter because I've put blood, sweat and tears into it. Every waking moment of free time I had this week I used to write it. I will say the downside of writing 7,000+ words is the editing. So please forgive me for any errors. Mmmkay? Thanks. Enjoy!

The smell of pomegranate fruit poured from a Frozen labeled bubble bath bottle wafted through the air on a Monday night. Olivia sat perched on the white porcelain throne with the lid down watching as her youngest play with her toys in the shallow water. The little girl's hair was piled high on top her head and she was warned to not wet it.

"Mommy," her tiny voice called.

"Yes, Mia," Olivia smiled; dressed in a pair of leggings and one of her favorite cashmere sweaters she wore mainly at home. Moments like these ended her days on the right note.

"Cameron said he's a princess. He's silly, mommy." She giggled, thinking that it was the most outlandish thing for her boy cousin to say he's a princess. She threw her plastic Elsa doll up in the air before it fell into the sudsy water, making a small splash. "Boys can't be princess, right mommy?" her honeyed brown eyes widened as she gazed at her mother.

"Well…" Olivia debated internally whether or not she should explain to her that some boys liked to be princesses but she thought she might be too young to understand it and it would only confuse her.

"Do you like playing with cars?" Olivia chose to ask instead, trying to teach her gender neutrality and that nothing was wrong if she did.

Mia nodded her head. "But only sometimes… I like my dolls more." She clarified.

"That's ok baby, you can play with cars if you want to."

Mia nodded. "And Cameron can play with my dolls?" She asked; her pouty lips set in a straight line.

"Yes."

"So he's a princess then?" Mia tilted her head to the side, waiting for an answer.

Not trying to make a big deal out of it, Olivia responded, "I think he got confused between a princess and a prince."

"Oh…" realization dawned on the little girl and she smiled.

Changing the topic, Olivia asked, "Did you enjoy ballet today?" She had missed her class because of work but Fitz had fill in for her. Something he'd been doing for the past month.

Amia got really excited as she recounted her ballet class experience. "I did! I got to spin around and twirl in my tutu. And I put my hands in the air like this…" She stretched both hands above her head, entwining her fingers together, making an arch.

Olivia smiled, soaking up her childlike glee. "Sounds like fun. Dad told me you did great, I'm proud of you, princess."

Mia blushed; sinking lower into the water, but before her hair could get wet Olivia's warning tone stopped her action and she sat upright again.

Sensing that she'd been in her bath for too long Liv said, "Ok, time to rinse off." She helped her stand up as she drained the water from the bathtub.

Meanwhile down the hall in Iya's bedroom Fitz was helping her with her Math homework. She was having a hard time understanding integers, and since Olivia hated Math she left him with the task while she went to bathe Mia. Tommy was playing around somewhere because he had finished his homework. Probably on his video game, Fitz thought. They were at the task for 30 full minutes and he was trying to break it down simply for her and was glad they were making leeway.

Father and daughter were hunched over the tiny desk in the corner of her room with a big Math textbook between them.

"Please grab me a plain piece of paper, I want to show you some more examples," Fitz said.

Iya got up from her seat and went to grab her backpack on her twin bed. She padded across the room quickly and opened the bag.

When she got up Fitz noticed that a dark spot had formed on her lavender color office chair. It looked like blood. His eyes quickly darted over to his daughter and that was when he noticed the red spot formed on the back of her yellow cotton shorts.

"Um… Sweet Cheeks," he started, getting up on his feet.

"Yes." Iya looked up at him with the plain paper in hand and made her way back to him.

Fitz opened and closed his mouth several times; he didn't know what to say. He knew this had to be the first time because his wife hadn't told him she started her menstrual cycle. And he didn't want to embarrass his daughter by pointing it out.

"Sweetheart, don't freak-out but I think you're seeing your period. Why don't you go to the bathroom and I'll go grab your mother." Fitz said and walked out of the bedroom in a rush.

Iya looked bewildered after her father's retreating body before looking down to see the blood formed on the seat of her shorts. She gasped before rushing towards the bathroom.

"Livvie," Fitz called out in the hallway and he heard her answer from Amia's room up the hall. He quickly ambled towards their direction, and before long he was walking through the door.

Olivia sat with Amia in her lap, combing out her hair and twisting it into a few chunky twists.

"Code red. Code red," Fitz said alarmingly. Olivia looked up at him with confusion spreading across her face.

"What?""

Fitz mentally chastised himself for his stupid warning. He took a deep breath before conveying his recent revelations. "I think Iya is seeing her period. I told her I'd come get you."

Olivia stopped the comb midair. "Why didn't you tell me that first?" She asked, standing to her feet and putting Mia down gently on hers. She walked towards Fitz and handed him the wide toothcomb. "Here, finish her hair, please."

"I was about…" Fitz stopped talking because she was already out the door before he could finish. Turning his attention to a sleepy looking Amia, he said, "Ok, princess, let's get your hair done."

Olivia knocked on the bathroom door twice letting Iya know that it was she. Shortly after the door was opened and she entered, closing it behind her.

She found Iya with her bath towel wrapped around her lower half.

Olivia gave her a reassuring smile. "Is it true?" she asked, making sure she had checked and confirmed her father's assumption.

Iya nodded.

"Did you use the pad from under the sink?"

She nodded again.

Olivia smiled; she'd never seen her daughter look so spook. "How are you feeling?"

"Weird…" she confessed. "I didn't feel a thing. Dad had to point it out to me. How embarrassing!" she hid her face with a palm at the realization her father saw something so private and crummy about her.

Olivia approached her in the modest size bathroom and removed her hand from her face. "It's ok, darling. No need to feel embarrass. It's a natural bodily function that you do not need to feel ashamed of. Dad knows this, so don't worry about him." She wrapped her arms around the lanky tween and squeezed her to her chest.

"You're growing up so fast." She paused before adding, "Congratulations on entering womanhood," she laughed at her choice of words, knowing that Iya would hate it.

"Moooom," Iya whined playfully at the use of the word.

"What? You don't like the word womanhood? You're lucky I'm sparing you the entire speech your grandmother gave to me. You want to hear it?"

Iya retracted from her arms, shaking her head no. "Nope, I don't want to know."

Olivia laughed and elbowed her playfully in the side. For the next couple of minutes they went over how to insert a tampon, but they decided they would wait a bit before she tried it, allowing her time to get used to her first period. Olivia also instructed her on how often she should change out her pad and the proper way to dispose of it. She answered all of her questions and concerns to the best of her ability before kissing her on the forehead, telling her how much she loved her and that everything will be ok.

By the time Olivia left Iya's room and checked on Mia who was already fast asleep - dressed in her Frozen nightie, she made her way downstairs to see her boys playing video game in the living room. Looking at the time on her watch she noticed that it was almost bedtime for Tommy.

"Tommy, five minutes before bedtime," she announced, moving towards the kitchen for a drink of water.

"Arghh…" Tommy groaned.

Olivia slowed her steps and cast him a look. "Do I need to make it now?" She asked.

"No, mom," he quickly offered.

"That's what I thought." She continued walking.

With his attention divided Fitz got away from him an ended up winning the game. "Got you!" He said victoriously, extending his hands above his head, holding onto the wireless remote controller in his left hand.

Tommy pouted and stood to his feet in defeat, beginning to pack away the game.

"Don't look so defeated young lad," Fitz quipped, chuckling deeply.

"Yea, yea." Tommy mumbled.

"Such a sore loser," Fitz continued to tease him.

"No I'm not. I was distracted and you found away to cheat me. You got lucky," Tommy returned, bopping his head in agreement.

Fitz chuckled even more and pointed a finger at his own chest. "I got lucky? Me? Well, the only way we can settle this is with a rematch. Tomorrow, meet me at the same place, same time, young lad?"

Tommy chuckled at his father's terrible English accent. Putting on one of his own, equal in atrocity, he replied, "I'll be there, father."

Both burst into laughter at their silliness.

Much later in the night when the doors had been locked and all of the kids were tucked away in bed, Fitz and Olivia retired to theirs.

"What a day!" she sighed, pulling the crisp clean sheets higher around her midsection.

"Mmmhmmm," Fitz echoed. "How's Iya doing?" He turned to face her in the dimly lit room.

Olivia smiled. "She's doing good. A little nervous as to be expected, but I've be teaching her about this since she was nine so she's a lot prepared."

Fitz grinned, staring at his incredible wife. "I can't believe that she's already at this point in her life. Last week it was boy crushes, now its period. What's next, honey?"

She laughed lightly and stretched her hand out and pinched his chiseled jawline. "Whatever life has for us. We gotta go with the flow…"

He pouted. "I don't want to go with the flow, I want to reverse time so my little girl can stay a little girl."

"Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III, stop behaving like a maniac," she playfully chastised. "Besides, one day they'll all be gone and then we can have sex anywhere we want to inside our house. Granted, my hip might not be very good anymore and I won't be able to do that thing you like."

He laughed heartily and she joined in with him.

He sobered up a few seconds later. "You're a great mother, our kids are lucky to have you."

Olivia smiled and leaned forward to plant a chaste kiss on his lips. "Thank you husband. Good night," she bid sweetly, pulling away from his face.

"Good night, Livvie." They fixed themselves into their position before drifting off to sleep.

Olivia strode purposefully into Essence Magazine's New York office. Upon entry she was immediately greeted by the friendly receptionist at the front desk and was directed to the area she needed to go. Dressed in a simple burgundy sheath dress with her signature Burberry trench coat she looked nothing less than a professional woman.

As she waited in the sitting area she reflected on her morning. The morning was hectic as she readied the kids for school and herself for work. Fitz had turned in early at the studio because he had a client coming in at 8 so it was just her and the kids. When she'd finally gotten everyone ready and fed Huck carried them off to school. After they left she hopped into her Mercedes and drove to 50th St for her morning appointment.

She was only seated for a few minutes when a young African American woman with smooth caramel skin came to get her. She introduced herself as Monique and proceeded to lead Olivia into hair and makeup. Olivia spent approximately an hour getting her hair done and another half hour on her face. At the end of it all she was pleased with the finished product. Her natural curls were popping and framed her face elegantly. After that she was led to wardrobe where a stylist had selected a few outfits for her. After a few minutes of deliberation, she ended up in a charcoal gray tweed pencil skirt with a raspberry colored silk shirt tucked into it, cinched with a black belt that carried a small gold buckle. On her feet she wore a ridiculously tall pair of patented black Jimmy Choo shoes.

Olivia was nervous, as she hadn't done something like this before. Of course she had been photographed in the past and published in magazines, but those were all sightings of her and Fitz. However, today wasn't a paparazzi photo, it was an actual studio produced one that will be included with her interview. And the fact that it was for recognition of her work made it even more important.

After they captured the perfect shot they moved to a small open room with a large L-shaped couch in the center. The room overlooked the busy New York City, providing a picturesque view.

Olivia was introduced to her interviewer, Dianne Paul. She'd worked for Essence Magazine for the past 10 years as a journalist and had won a few accolades for her work. So far Olivia liked her, she seemed easy going and her smile was kind. Olivia moved to the couch as Dianne readied her digital recorder and grabbed her pen and notepad. They were officially ready to begin.

DP: "You've been a gallery owner for a little over 6 years now, building it from the ground up. Can you tell me some of the struggles you faced in the start up process?"

Olivia took a deep breath, conjuring memories of earlier days trying to launch an art gallery.

OG: "It was hard but I persevered, even when I was unsuccessful in accruing investors that were interested in being a part of this venture with me. At one point I almost threw in the towel, thinking that maybe my dream is silly. Or, maybe I'm not qualified enough… But, I kept going. And, I definitely couldn't have done it without the support of my husband."

Dinane nodded her head thoughtfully, giving Olivia her undivided attention.

DP: "What advice do you have for young black girls who one day wants to own their own business?"

Without hesitation Olivia responded with a beaming smile on her face. Her own daughters came to mind as she relayed her advice.

OG: "Do it! If it is your passion, then go for it. Don't give up until you get exactly what you want, but also remember that anything worth having will be hard. But that's not an excuse to not try. It is a warning to be suited up and ready. Be gladiators in suits or dresses. Do it!"

Dianne chuckled at her analogy of being gladiators.

DP: "I like that very much, Mrs. Grant."

OG: "Olivia is fine." She smiled.

Dianne nodded her acknowledgement before continuing.

DP: "In the past 3 years you've been developing a photography school, one that will not only benefit your business but also the underprivileged."

Olivia nodded and Dianne continued.

DP: "Tell me a little on how that works?"

OG: "Every six months we have a new class of 20 kids between the ages of 12 to 18. The class runs two days out of the week, Mondays and Wednesdays. It is a basic photography class that we teach. What myself and colleague do is teach them the love of photography and how to use the equipment and software."

DP: "Have you seen a change or interest in their love for photography increase at the end of the six months?"

OG: "Yes, in some, especially some of the older children expressed interest in making it their major when they go off to college.

DP: "Do you think that's a good idea? Photography as a major, especially in today's technological world where everyone with a camera phone is essentially a photographer?"

Olivia was a little put back by her pessimism but she brushed it off and answered.

OG: "Photography is a talent. Sure, everyone could be a photographer, however, not everyone will have the training and skills that someone who carefully studies it would. Besides, photography was my major and it turned out more thank ok for me. So, why not?"

Without filtering her words Dianne replied.

DP: "Not everyone has a husband that would buy a business for them."

Olivia felt like she was slapped across her face.

OG: "Excuse me?"

DP: "I'm sorry that came out wrong. What I was actually trying to say was, they might not have someone to help them out." She fumbled out.

Olivia still felt insulted and even belittled. Looking Dianne directly in the eyes she returned sternly…

OG: "First of all, nothing is wrong with accepting help, especially from the person you promised to share your life with. It doesn't make you weaker than the next person who did things on their own, and even then, someone helped them. No one is an island. Secondly, your attempt to embarrass me or call me out or whatever that was, is foul. I worked hard to get where I am today. So I won't allow your words or those of others to take that away from me. I'm proud of the things that I've accomplished so don't ever think for a second that my husband handed something to me just because he could. You don't know us so don't speak for us." Olivia took a deep breath to calm her raging nerves.

DP: "I'm sorry, that came off wrong. I apologize, truly. You're right, I don't know you and I'm very sorry for insinuating."

Olivia's disgust was barely concealed as Dianne desperately tried to clean up her mess because she knew at any minute Olivia could get up and leave, interview be damned. But she didn't. She stayed and endured all of her questions, answering not as keenly as before. The spark was lost but she kept it professional.

Fitz walked in his office after seeing his newest musician to the elevator. They'd just recorded a contemporary rock piece. The guy had real potentials and Fitz hoped to see him go far in the business. He even asked Sean to be his manager so that trustworthy people would be in his corner, avoiding those who would take advantage of him.

He was just about to pick up his music book that held a song he was compiling for Kelly Rowland. She wanted a soulful R&B piece and he had the perfect one in mind. He was almost finished but the chorus needed a little more work so he needed to tweak it a bit.

His cellphone started ringing diverting his plans; he reached in his front pocket and retrieved it. It was his wife.

"Hey beautiful," he answered charmingly.

"I'm so angry!" She spat into the phone, her outburst taking him by surprise. He sat up in his chair.

"What's wrong?" He queried eagerly. He didn't have to wait long before she was venting.

"For one minute, can they not second guess a woman's ability to do her fucking job? I'm fucking tired of people, both sexes mind you, trying to place me in a box as if that's my place. They don't know me, and they judge me because I'm a woman, a fucking woman! Like, what that has to do with it? I manage a business, a business I built from the ground because no one found me worthy enough to climb aboard and take that chance with me. The fact that my husband helped me, woe onto me, because that somehow lessens my accomplishment. I couldn't possibly do it on my own. Am I just a bored housewife that asked her husband for a project to do to keep busy?"

Fitz' eyes widened as his wife continued her rant, he could feel himself growing equally irate but he didn't know what happened, so he didn't speak hastily.

And when she was finished, a moment of paused ensued and Fitz took that time to ask, "what happened?"

"This bitch…" she sighed. "I'm sorry I shouldn't have called her a bitch, I'm just so angry." She sighed again. "During the interview the interviewer insinuated that the only way I made it is because you bought me a company."

"Baby, you know that's not true." Fitz' voice softened, a distinct opposite to his clenched jaw. He hated when people hurt those he love. "We're a team, and what's mine is yours and yours is mine. Don't let idiots tell you differently. You're one badass business woman, mother and wife."

He could hear her shifting on the other side of the line. "You think so?" she asked uncertainly.

"I know so, Livvie. Don't worry about her. I love you and I'm so very proud of you."

"Thanks, I needed to hear this. I love you too."

He smiled, appreciating her kind words. He was happy that after so many years they were still so much in tune with each other. It wasn't easy work but he promised to always keep her best interest at heart and he knew she did the same for him, and together they were a force to be reckoned with.

They chatted a bit more about their schedule and the afternoon plans for the kids before disconnecting the call.

Wednesday rolled around and the Grants were busy with work and school. The kids were currently in school and Fitz and Olivia at their respective businesses. Olivia was currently drafting a contract for a new artist they were working with when her cellphone went off. She looked at the noisy device and saw that it was her sister-in-law calling.

"Hey Raye," she answered after accepting the call.

"Hey, do you have time for a visit?"

Olivia looked at the time on her watch and then at her schedule. She was a little bit free.

"Yea, you can come by with lunch," she replied.

Raye laughed. "Of course. Soup bowl from that deli you like?"

"Yup. Thanks."

"Alright, I'll see you soon."

"See ya." Olivia ended the phone call. Her phone pinged, altering her of a new text message. It came from Fitz. She opened the message and almost snorted with laughter after reading its content.

Fitz: I just realized we haven't had sex for the week. :-(

She immediately shot back a text.

Liv: What that has to do with me? :-)

Almost instantaneously he replied…

Fitz: Everything. Tonight?

Liv: I guess…

Fitz: Don't act so enthused…

Liv: Haha. Tonight it is. (Dancing emoji)

Fitz: Much better. Love you.

Liv: Ditto!

Twenty minutes later, Olivia finished the contract and forwarded it to Samantha to revise before heading out into the gallery. They were a few people gathered in the main showroom and Gao was shadowing them. Olivia mingled, answering questions about various pieces until she saw Raye's slim figure walk through the door.

They moved to Liv's back office and settled in. After a few minutes of catching up and eating lunch, Olivia asked Raye what was bothering her because she wasn't her usual bubbly self.

Raye sighed, nervous about what she was about to say. "I think Cameron is gay."

Olivia's necked snapped back a little as she didn't expect that. To give herself more time to think of an answer, she wiped her mouth with a paper towel while sitting up in her chair.

"Umm… why do you think so?" She questioned.

"He doesn't like to wear boys clothes." Raye's voice got croaky, tears shrouding her throat. "He only likes princess TV shows and toys. When Mia brings over her dolls he fights her for them and all he wants to do is play dress up in my clothes." She was fully crying now.

Liv sat stoic as she regarded her sister-in-law. "Maybe he's just experiment? He's only two years old," she offered as an explanation.

Raye shook her head. "I don't think he is Liv, I've raised a boy before and you have, and neither one of them did this. Maybe he is what he is."

"And, what's wrong with that? You'll love him even if he is gay."

Raye wiped at her eyes. "I know that and I will love him no matter, but his father is so scared and he's frightening me. Harrison is being extra hard on him. He doesn't want to raise a gay son. It's hard being gay in this world, Liv."

Olivia looked into Raye's solemn blue eyes and sighed, her heart ached for her. "Raye, you guys have two choices. Either renounce it and have him grow up to resent you, or be there for him so that you can nurture him and protect him from this cruel world. Besides, the world has come a long way." She paused. "Right now he's a kid, so treat him like a kid. Keep him happy and loved."

Raye nodded, absorbing her sister-in-law's advice as a balm to her troubling soul. Olivia got up and went to hug her.

"I'm just so scared and worried, Liv."

"I know, but you all will be fine. Talk to Harrison, if you need professional help, seek it," She spoke soothingly into her hair.

Iya's POV

Lying on bed with her iPhone in hand, Iya was texting back and forth with Kendra and Zoey. She was happy that she finally got a cellphone, a gift from her parents at the beginning of the school year that came with an extensive list of rules. Presently, the trio was talking about random things. When she'd confided in her friends that she'd gotten her period they bombarded her with questions, since she was the first one to have it within the group. She told them it wasn't bad, just a little weird but she was getting the hang of it. Truthfully, she was self conscious at first, thinking that people could see her wearing a pad or if she was walking weird because of it. But luckily she realized that nobody could tell and was grateful for that assurance.

Iya was mid typing a message when her bedroom door opened and in came her baby sister.

"Sissy, you want to play house?" Amia asked excitedly, strutting forward with two of her rag dolls in hand. One had a cinnamon brown complexion with curly hair and the other one had a darker brown hue with curly hair also.

Not missing a chance to play with her baby sis, Iya said, "sure. Hop up." She patted the bed for her to climb up. Her short little legs clambered onto the bed with relative ease at the invitation.

Amia settled in front of her sister with the dolls. "Which one do you want?"

Iya pointed to the darker one and Mia passed it over. "What are we playing today?" She asked. It was more like, which one of the Disney movies are we reenacting today?

Amia positioned her small index finger on her temple, fingernails covered in her sister's glittery nail polish, pondering. "Let's do Frozen."

"Not again!" Iya sighed… She had grown to hate Frozen because of her sister's insistence to have all things Frozen.

Mia jutted out her bottom lip. "Ok…what do you want to play then?" she asked solemnly.

Iya felt bad so she gave in. "It's ok, we can play Frozen."

Amia's frown immediately turned into a smile. "Yay."

Five minutes into playing the game Iya noticed that the seat of Amia's underwear was wet looking when she opened her legs wide to sit more comfortably on the bed.

"Sissy, are you forgetting to wipe off when you use the toilet?"

Mia widened her honey brown eyes and began chewing on her bottom lip, knowing she was busted. "Do I have to wipe off every...time?" she questioned, a hint of annoyance in her voice.

Iya nodded. "Yes, you have to. You don't want to be smelling like pee."

She turned up her nose and shook her head. "No!"

"Good, well make sure you wipe. Ok?"

Mia nodded, "ok." She loved her big sister and looked up to her so much, so if she said it, she was going to do it.

Meanwhile Fitz and Tommy were downstairs in the living room playing video games. They were finally doing a rematch and so far Fitz was having his ass handed to him. Olivia had yet to come home from work so he didn't have her as a strategy to distract him with.

They were sitting on opposite ends of the couch, both in sweatpants and T-shirt. The older Tommy got the more he looked like Fitz. Fitz with a tan as his wife said.

Remote controller firmly in hand as he navigated the red racing car on the game tracks, leading himself into victory, and a few seconds later claimed it. "Dad, is nigga a bad word?" Tommy turned to his father and asked when the game was finished.

Fitz was always taken back by the words that came from his children's mouths. They kept him on his toes.

"Not necessarily… The word evolved from an offensive word used to label black men and women. Now, some black men and women use it as a slang, meaning homie or some other form of endearments."

"So I can use it?"

Fitz' mouth turned up in displeasure. "No, I don't think that's a word you should be using." He advised.

"Why not?"

"Where is all this coming from?" Fitz asked, wanting to know the deeper underlying issue.

Tommy scratched the tip of his nose before saying. "Jordan and some of the other boys uses it at school. It's kinda a cool thing to say." He shrugged.

Fitz sighed. He understood wanting to be cool and blending in with friends but at what cost?

"As your father, it is my goal to keep you educated. However, I would rather you not say it because it is a very sensitive word. It's frowned upon when non black people say it."

"But I am half black!" Tommy interrupted in jest.

"I know that." Fitz firmly affirmed. "But the fact still remains that you shouldn't say it. I don't want you getting into trouble for saying it. So can you please not use that word?"

Tommy heard his father's stern pleading tone and didn't want to get into an argument with him so he conceded. "Yes, dad."

"Thank you." Fitz smiled, relieved.

What a day! Olivia sighed as she entered through the front door of their brownstone. It was a little after 6 and the place was getting dark faster since it was fall. The first thing she did when she entered into the foyer was remove her light jacket before she slipped off her heels and rested her purse on the small table that housed a round bowl for keys and other miscellaneous items. Her naked feet padded atop the hardwood floor as she made her way into the living room. She came upon the sight of her three nuggets watching TV. They were only allotted a one-hour show after homework was finished on school nights before dinner.

"Mommy!" Amia called, rushing to her mother to give her a hug.

"Hey baby girl," she greeted, crouching down to wrap her arms around her small body. She inhaled her fruity scent. "How was your day?"

"It was good! I played and I ate," Amia answered jubilantly.

"Oh wonderful! Did you do any schoolwork? Did you write your name?" Olivia's tone matched her daughter's playful one.

"Uh huh. I twace it and my teacher said, good job Amia!" she tried imitating her teacher's voice and Olivia laughed.

"Can't wait to see it," she told the smiling little girl. Looking at the older two who were busy watching TV as though she hadn't entered the room, she cleared her throat. "Too grown to give your mom a hug?" she jested.

Iya and Tommy laughed before standing to their feet. One by one they hugged her and she planted chaste kisses on their cheeks.

"How was school today?"

Monotonously, they replied in unison, "good."

She spent the next couple of minutes catching up with them about their day before moving on to find Fitz. She found him in the kitchen finishing up dinner.

"If the next room wasn't full of children I would take you right now," she said as greeting, hugging him from behind. Her head settled comfortably between his shoulder blades.

Fitz rumbled as he stirred the spaghetti sauce on the stovetop. "That sounds enticing and all but you see, I am a married man and I just don't randomly hook up with women that hits on me."

"You better not, lover boy." She pinched his butt cheek through his sweatpants and he yelped, laughing.

Turning around in her arms, he wrapped his around her and brought his lips down for a kiss.

"Hmm…" Olivia moaned, tasting the delectable sauce on his lips. She would never grow tire of this.

The kids had turned into bed about an hour ago and the adults were downstairs in the kitchen having grown up conversation. Olivia sipped on a tall glass of red wine and Fitz indulged in a tumbler of scotch. She told him about his sister's visit and he shared the same sentiments as his wife that they were to love Cameron and be there for him despite of. Fitz even proposed talking to Harrison but Olivia told him to not intrude, least it cause more problems. However, they both agreed that they were going to keep a watchful eye on the situation.

Moving on from that they spoke about work. Fitz had a relatively light day so he got out early while Wednesdays were Olivia's busy days with the one-hour class. Conversation moved to their children and Fitz informed her about the conversation he had with Tommy about the N word. She too expressed that he shouldn't be saying it, at least not when he was so young and didn't understand the full meaning.

"Oh, mom and dad said to tell you hello. They called this afternoon to speak to the kids"

Olivia smiled, "how are they? Haven't spoken to them for the week."

"They're good. Living the senior life," Fitz joked and Olivia slapped his arm.

"That'll be us one day."

Fitz shook his head. "Nope, we'll be way more badass."

Shaking her head she hopped off the barstool and moved to stand between his open legs. "How about we finish these upstairs?" She suggested, tilting her head towards their drinks.

"You don't have to ask me twice, baby…" Fitz drawled, causing Olivia to snicker.

One quick shower later and equally speedy dry off process, Olivia was ready to retire to bed with her husband. She'd barely been in bed for five seconds when his hands begin to roam her body. He wasn't playing games, she noted to herself. Turning around to face him, she began peppering his face with sweet kisses before fusing their lips together in a searing kiss. A moment of reprieve ensued as oxygen became a necessity. She took that moment to overpower him and straddle his thighs. Not that he minded. Their lips met each other again in a tantalizing kiss while Fitz' hands roamed her body, settling on her round mounds, squeezing handfuls of them. He was turning her on and she grounded her center into him. Their foreplay carried on for another minute until Olivia lifted herself a little and pushed her hand into his sweatpants, wrapping her hand around him. She was shock to find him still flaccid, normally he would be hard and ready. She didn't think anything of it and began moving her hand up and down his length. Another minute or so went by and he was still flaccid.

She pulled back and looked down at him. Fitz' eyes followed hers as they stared at his barely semi-erect penis.

"Babe?" she asked without fully asking.

Feeling self conscious Fitz rolled out from under her and pulled up his pants. He'd never experience erectile dysfunction before, only a few times when he was drunk. But, on a regular time? No. And that scared him.

"I don't know." He ran his fingers through his dark, slightly peppered with gray curls.

"Have-"

Fitz cut her off, "See, this is why I didn't want to get a vasectomy." His voice was alarmed and she could tell he was panicking.

"That won't make sense, Fitz. It's been a year since you got it, if something was wrong it would've showed up before." She spoke reason.

He sighed, climbing back into bed, knowing that she was right. Olivia enveloped him in her arms, bringing his head to rest between her breasts.

"It's just a one off, baby. You're not a spring chicken anymore," she teased and he laughed a little.

"I hope so," he replied nervously.

That night Fitz slept with his head cocooned in his wife's bosom, drawing strength from her.

The next morning Fitz woke from the incessant call of his full bladder. To his relieve his morning wood was present as he tried to aim successfully. After he'd finish his morning business, he washed his hands. However, before he left the bathroom he decided to see if all was really well below. He slept restlessly thinking about his malfunction last night. Taking a deep breath he looked himself in the mirror as he fisted his length, stroking it. A minute later he moaned both in relief and in gratification when his penis hardened.

He almost jumped for joy when he felt himself twitching in his hand. Not delaying anymore time he retreated from the adjoined bathroom and went back to the bedroom. His wife was spread out atop their comforter on their bed; her white and black silk chemise was gathered around her waist, slightly revealing her naked sex.

Fitz licked his lips before ridding himself completely of his clothes. He moved with purpose, climbing up the bed and stopping when his body hovered over her sleeping form. His lips began trailing kisses on her inner thighs, licking and nipping her soft flesh before spreading her legs wider apart to accommodate his broad shoulders. She moaned softly in her sleep but he didn't stop. He began kissing her folds softly, feather light kisses that left her skin ablaze, opening the gate for her essence to pour out of. She moaned louder this time. He took his left index and middle finger and spread her lower lips apart before licking up and down her slit. Her eyes opened then and she cried out his name. He didn't answer. His tongue sought her sweet essence, greedy to have his fill. He kissed her intimately and languidly, savoring her sweetness and the fluffiness of her lower lips. He left her wanton with need, causing her hands to move to his hair, in order to get more from him, to control him. But he kept it on his pace, driving her mad with lust. He sucked her swollen bud gently before removing his mouth, eliciting a growl of displeasure from her. But he didn't acknowledge it. He was doing things his way, not hers.

He guided her body into the position he wanted, laying her on her side with her top leg over his hip. He pushed her chemise further up and she pulled it off the rest of the way.

"This is a make up for last night," was all he said, as he sunk inch by inch into her.

Olivia screamed, because her clit was grazed with each thrust he made. It was absolutely maddening design to drive her crazy.

"Come on baby, take this cock like a big girl…" Fitz whispered in her ear before biting her ear lobe.

Olivia cried even louder as she spontaneously combust, clenching around him tightly. Fitz took a deep breath, willing himself to not spill. It'd barely been a minute since they started and he wasn't a one-minute man. He waited until she regained her composure before recommencing his strokes. She was so wet now and that was all that could be heard throughout their room.

"I want to be on top," she panted, his strokes driving deep inside of her. She needed a bit of control.

Fitz nodded, giving her the go ahead and rolled onto his back, pulling out of her. Olivia clambered onto him, grabbing him in her right hand before slowly swallowing him.

"Shit…." She hissed, taking a deep breath. It wasn't easy taking in all of him because he was generously blessed. Once she collected herself she began riding him in a moderate pace. His hands found her ass immediately, spreading her butt cheeks so that his thrust went deeper, unhindered.

Olivia bit her bottom lip, whimpering as he thrust up. Every time she thought she would be in charge he always seemed to domineer her, consuming her in the best of ways.

'"Fuck…" she cried when his hand slapped her ass. He knew she liked it rough. His thrusts were getting faster and she couldn't take it anymore. Her orgasm was building again and she wanted both to pull away and stay at the same.

"You're a big girl. Take this cock," Fitz reprimanded, slapping her ass again while ramming his shaft into her quim.

Olivia words became intelligible as she was fucked into oblivion, her boobs bouncing up and down from the rhythm and before she knew it, the warmth of her impending orgasm spread across her belly. She moved a hand to her clit and began rubbing vigorously onto it.

"Cum for me…." Fitz growled, sweat covering his eyebrows; he could feel his climax coming too.

Then the levy broke as they came together, clinging for dear life as their orgasm washed over their bodies in waves of utter ecstasy.

Olivia plopped down on his sweat-laden chest, willing her heart to regain its normal beating pattern. "That was amazing," she breathed upon his lips, kissing him for the first time that morning.

"It was, wasn't it?"

"Mmmhmmm…."

They sighed in satisfaction, enjoying their post coital bliss.

They were both falling back to sleep when a familiar patterned knock came from their bedroom door. Mia. Looking at the time it was almost 6:30. Time to start the day, even though they were both thoroughly spent.

AN: Please tell me you enjoyed it. A lot went down so let me know what you think about it. In addition, yes, Fitz got a vasectomy… oh, oh. No more baby Olitz for this story. Again, please leave reviews; they'll make my night/day. Thanks. :)

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