AN: Happy (late) Thanksgiving to all those who celebrate with their friends and family! I am thankful for everyone who reads my crazy stories. Here's a little fluffy one-shot with what we all want: Olitz in Vermont with squishy babies. Inspired by a thought I had where Fitz has to call Liv for help at the grocery store. Enjoy :)

"Fitz, I'm serious, I can run to the store. It's not that big of a deal," Liv sighs through an exasperated breath as she rounds the corner of the kitchen counter, narrowly dodging the sit-to-stand baby walker and the plethora of rattles on the floor.

"Mama, mama!"

Wiping her hands on a towel, she bends down to pick up the crying infant clawing at her legs.

"Nora, baby girl… You're wearing Mama out today," Liv coos as she scoops her daughter up and sits her on her hip.

She seems unphased by the implication that she's being a handful, all gummy smiles now and brown curls haloing her face, chanting while she bangs both hands on Liv's chest. "Mama, maaa, ma!"

Looking to Fitz and then back to Liv, Nora lets out a giggle before focusing seriously on her own hand, opening and closing her little fist.

"Milk? Baby, you just ate lunch. I'm sorry. No milk right now," she tries to reason sympathetically.

Nora is not pleased with that answer and begins banging her hands harder against Liv's chest. Her head turns toward Fitz as she simultaneously sticks her bottom lip out in the most pitiful pout. A do you see this unfairness, daddy?

"I'm sorry, No-No. Daddy doesn't have any milk for you," Fitz chuckles, leaning in to nuzzle her cheek, the best way to get her to laugh.

But she's not having it this afternoon. It must be the change in routine, or the impending company that they are hosting here at the Vermont house tomorrow, or the fact that both of her parents have been with her all day for two full days and she's not really sure what's up with that.

She wants mommy-time.

Her pout deepens and before they know it, her eyes are full of tears. There's only so much reasoning one can do with an eleven-month-old.

"Okay, okay. Shhh… Nora bug, come here," Liv murmurs, cuddling her head against her shoulder and shooting Fitz a glance.

"The store?" Fitz asks teasingly, eyeing as Nora tries desperately to tug down the collar of her mommy's sweater.

Liv acquiesces, dropping down into the rocking recliner in the living room and lifting her shirt up before attempting to wrangle the hyperactive infant in to nurse. "Fine. Go. The list is on the counter. Just be fast, please."

Nora instantly goes to town, the sounds of her noisy suckling filling the air along with the beep of a timer going off in the kitchen, to which Olivia can only tip her head back and groan.

"Why did we offer to host this year?"

Fitz laughs and plants a kiss on the top of his wife's head and then his daughter's. "Because you felt guilty that last year you were so pregnant that you could hardly do anything and thought that having an almost one-year-old would be much easier…"

"Hey! Shut it. I didn't expect her to be so clingy… Would have been easy if she would just like…sit and play by herself some, but nooo, we need mama to hold us all the time, don't we, sweet girl?" She sing-songs to the baby.

At that, Nora leans back, away from her mommy's breast and abruptly stands up in Liv's lap before planting a wet, slobbery, milk-filled kiss against her cheek.

"Thanks for that, bub," she says through a cringing smile, tickling her belly and guiding her back down to eat.

Fitz laughs and uses his sleeve to wipe her obviously damp cheek before nuzzling and kissing it. "Well, I'm going… Let me know if you think of anything else we need."

With one last kiss to his wife, he calls for the driver and begins the trek to the grocery store in downtown Rutland.

The first call comes within minutes of him leaving the house.

"Livvie, I don't see any alcohol on this list. Feels like I should add it…"

"I've already ordered the wine, babe. We'll have to pick it up tomorrow morning, first thing."

"You're the best. You've thought of everything."

"And somehow you're always surprised."

"Haha! I'm not surprised. I'm just thankful."

The second call comes just ten minutes later.

"Liv, did you know they make butter in the shape of a turkey? It's incredible."

"Fitz, we don't need turkey butter. We need sticks of butter. Just the sticks."

"Ugh, okay… But maybe the turkey too?"

"Fitz!"

The third comes a few minutes after the second, and while she would typically be annoyed, she's sitting here nursing her baby and unable to do anything else really, so it becomes more amusing than anything else.

"Yes, Fitz?"

"Baby, they already have Christmas trees out. We have to come get ours. Nora would looove a Christmas tree."

"Fitz, we don't live here full-time, therefore we don't need a real Christmas tree to take care of here."

"But this will be her first Christmas. She needs all of the trees!"

"Focus, baby. Thanksgiving first, Christmas later."

"Fine, woman. Oh fuck– I passed the dairy section. Cream? Is 'heavy whipping cream' the right one? That's the only one I see…"

"Yes, that's the right one. Get the smallest one, please."

"Will do! Oh my god, they have pies! Should I get one?"

"Fitz, we are making three different pies with the ingredients on the list you have. I'm starting to realize where Teddy gets his…"

"His what?"

"His…attention span. Or lack thereof."

"Oh rude, Livvie. Rude."

"Haha–sorry! Gonna let you focus now, bye."

"Bye."

The fourth call comes just when she closes the door to Nora's room after having successfully transferred her to her crib for a nap.

"Sorry– I see '5 large sweet potatoes' on the list but I'm not sure if these are as large as you need."

"Well, how big are they?"

"Ehh… Like the size of my hand maybe?"

"That's probably fine, babe."

"Okay, cool."

"Great. Anything else?"

"Nope, I'm good. Love you!"

"Love you too."

"Yes?"

"Sorry, Liv…"

"It's okay, I'm just finishing some dishes. What do you need?"

"It says, 'evaporated milk', but that literally doesn't exist. I've looked through this case like three times."

"That's weird. They definitely should have it. What section are you in?"

"Dairy, obviously. I see two-percent, whole, skim, soy, oat… Oat? Seriously? They make milk out of anything these days, but apparently just not evaporated…"

"Fitz! Oh my goodness. You have to go in the isles, like where the baking stuff is. It's in a can."

"Ugh. That's just… that's illogical. I'm annoyed. Okay, thanks baby. Love ya."

It's in the little things. It's the way she answers the phone with "what?" and "yes?" but her voice doesn't have a hint of actual annoyance. It's the way she trusts him that even with his questions and calls, she knows he'll get what she needs. It's the way she can't wait for him to get home because she's heard his voice on five separate occasions since he left, and somehow it makes her miss him even more.

She can't wait for him to get home. To their home. Even if they don't live here year around, it's still their home. It's the home that he built for them to fill with the children that they now have together… Well, one child together, three in total.

Tomorrow, the house will be buzzing. Teddy bouncing off the walls, Mellie and her new boyfriend, Karen and her partner, Liv's dad, Abby, Huck, Marcus, Quinn's family.

An unlikely crew, a chosen family of sorts, intermingled with real forged families, new and old.

Before another phone call can come in, Liv sneaks into her daughter's room, like she likes to do when she knows Fitz can't catch her. Her room here is so warm and cozy, and when she leans over the rail of the crib Fitz built, she can't stop herself from scooping her baby up and cradling her little body against her chest.

Liv glides across the room to the rocker and sits, watching the features on her daughter's face light up dreamily before settling down once again when she realizes where she's been relocated to—her favorite place, in her mommy's arms.

Thanksgiving. A time of gratitude, of acknowledging one's blessings, of giving thanks for the abundance in one's life.

There's a lot of abundance here.

"I see someone is breaking the sleep rules…" Fitz chides playfully, his voice low coming from the door, slightly cracked open. He's back sooner than she anticipated, and he's caught her.

"Hush, I'm gonna have a one-year-old in four weeks. I can't handle it," she whispers.

"She's getting so big…"

"I know… I can't believe she used to fit in my belly. It feels like forever ago…"

There's something in the softness of his voice, in the way he looks so in love with her and her daughter and their life now. There's something in the stillness of this moment, in the coming days of Thanksgiving, in how thankful she is for their life now, that makes her say it in a voice, so gentle and quiet as to not wake Nora.

"I want to have another one," Liv murmurs, her eyes flicking up from her baby to her husband to catch his reaction.

"But I thought—"

"I know what I said, but I'm changing my mind. I want to have another baby, Fitz."

His smile widens, and he immediately leans over their daughter to kiss Olivia. "Another baby?" He reiterates, full of hope and joy.

"You up for it, old man?" She teases.

"Mmm, I'd love nothing more."

Hours later, they hear their daughter babbling on the monitor as Nora wakes up from her final nap of the day, and Fitz offers to get her up while Liv puts the second pie in the oven. Even with a baby, she seems to have so much more time now to do the things she's put off, like enjoying lazy days with her husband and her daughter and learning to cook and host holidays.

Checking her list for what might be the thirtieth time that day, she crosses off the things she's already done— pumpkin pie, cranberry sauce, brine the turkey, grate the cheese for the macaroni, apple pie, prep the stuffing— and tries not to consider the mountain of tasks she has yet to do tomorrow on actual Thanksgiving Day.

Abby's coming to help early in the morning, and she's very grateful that Karen and Teddy will be here to entertain Nora like they love to do, but still, she already feels exhausted. Maybe it's irresponsible to have another baby now. She's almost forty-four, and at forty-two she already was considered to have a geriatric pregnancy. What would they call it now? A dinosaur pregnancy?

But as Fitz skips down the stairs with their daughter on his hip, she doesn't care what it's called because she's so happy with their family that it only seems right to have another.

When the pair makes their way into the kitchen, she clocks Nora wearing a new outfit that she's never seen before, her curls now styled atop her head.

"My baby! Look at what Daddy did!"

The first thing she notices are the socks on her feet that have little turkeys and fall leaves on them. Then, as Fitz turns her around, holding her facing forward against his chest, she sees the precious cream-colored sweatshirt romper she has on that reads "Little Turkey" in big, autumn-colored block letters.

"You look so cute, my little turkey!" She gushes, reaching out to take her from Fitz and spinning her in a circle. Nora giggles and lifts her hands to her two little puffs of curls on top of her head, showing her mommy the two tiny orange bows Daddy put in her hair. "You like your bows? Daddy is getting so good at your hair! Look at that!"

Liv gazes back up at Fitz whose face shines with pride at his work and how adorable the baby they made is. The expression on his face is incredibly transparent—she knows what he's thinking about.

"Put the baby down?" He asks, sliding in close to her.

"Nora? You wanna go play?" She asks the infant, who looks skeptical at first but eventually catches a glimpse of her toys on the floor and seems convinced.

Her chunky legs hit the floor and wobble a few times before she decides that standing up isn't quite stable enough, and she plops down on her bottom, scooting toward her toys scattered around the living room. Fitz takes the opportunity when she's not looking to reel Olivia in, kissing her softly and smiling against her lips.

"We make cute babies, Livvie," he comments through more kisses.

"We do… Should we try to make another one tonight?" She teases, kissing him back and wrapping her arms around his neck to get as close to him as possible.

"Oh, I'm thankful for your good ideas, baby," he replies through a half-moan, cupping her butt through her leggings.

Thanksgiving. So much to be thankful for. So much abundance.

AN: Hope you enjoyed! Lots of love! xx