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September. October. November. December.

In September, when Elle-Carolyn was five months old and Cruz was almost two, Olivia began her new position at the Clinical Law Center in the Civil Rights Clinic at Howard University's law school. She was there three days per week, and loved being on campus again, working with 2L and 3L students. They were bright, thoughtful and soaked up everything she had to offer. Fitz was home with their children, and so far, their arrangement was working out fine. Her work with MSNBC was also keeping her quite busy. Some days she had to rush between the Law school campus and the NBC studios. On those days, she was in the studio until after the eleven 'o clock broadcast.

Olivia had heard the whispers about why she worked when she was married to Fitzgerald Thomas Grant, III. She'd seen the looks at the McWilliams' Labor Day Cookout when she mentioned that she couldn't wait to return to the workforce. A lot of those looks were from the wives of Fitz's former Team teammates. Most of them, including Lauren and Tracee, did not work and they were okay with that. But she was not. Women like her, who were married to wealthy men, chose to work. They seemed incredulous that she would need something to do, something to conquer outside of the home no matter how much she loved her children. Even Joey, who had cut back on her private clients in order to spend more time with Sofia. But Olivia ignored the whispers and just did her thing. She knew her husband would have preferred her to stay home, but he also knew his wife needed to work. She still needed to feel some sort of independence.

Dre was the only person with whom Fitz had shared his true feelings. He knew his friend wouldn't judge, nor would he repeat what he'd been told. They'd spoken over beers at the cookout.

"So, are you going to tell her how you feel? Tell her you don't want her to work at all?"

"Olivia's my wife, not one of my children, and me telling her what to do is not how our marriage works."

"Is that so?" Dre asked.

Fitz nodded. "That is so."

Dre chuckled. "So basically, you haven't found the balls to tell your wife you want her to spend more time at home with you and your kids."

Fitz scoffed. "My balls are right here, and I'm just giving Olivia the space to figure it all out by herself."

"Yeah, right. I love that you pretend that Olivia doesn't run your ass. Figure it all out by herself," Dre repeated with sarcasm.

Fiz laughed and threw up his hands. "Hey, I have a good life and that comes from making sure I keep my wife happy. So, call it whatever you want."

"I'm kidding, Fitz. You know I'm not in any position to talk my damn self," Dre said. "Who would've thought that I would have this life a few years ago. But happy wife, happy life, right?" He raised his fist and Fitz bumped it.

He would wait. It was no secret that he would love it if his wife didn't work, but he knew she didn't want that, and would never be happy being a professional wife. So, he would just bide his time.

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After six months off, getting back into the work groove was hectic at first. Olivia's days became busier and busier, and there were days she didn't make it home until after her children were down for the night. She made every effort to get home for dinner with her family, and to nurse her baby, but sometimes it couldn't be helped. She still did most of her hits from home, but she couldn't dial it in for her students.

When she did make it home, it became her habit to go to each of their rooms, pick them up and just hold them while they slept. She'd walk back and forth with them for a little while, taking in their scents. The weight and warmth of those little beings, the most amazing thing she had ever done in her life, was something she couldn't even begin to describe.

Fitz had assured her that he could handle their children, with Bert's and his parent's, when they were in town, help, but Olivia didn't like the idea of him doing most of the child-rearing by himself. She started to think that maybe she couldn't do it all, and that she should cut back. She told her husband as much late one night, after a very long day, and they were in bed. She'd fallen asleep, while Fitz was reading over documents.

Olivia sat up with a gasp, and Fitz turned to look at her.

"What's wrong, Livvie? Are you okay?"

Olivia nodded then lay back against the pillows.

Fitz placed the documents he was reading on the night table, and pulled her into his arms.

"What was that about?"

Olivia rested her head on his chest. "I don't know. Maybe I was dreaming that I forgot to do something."

Fitz kissed her temple. "Did you?"

Olivia shook her head. "I don't think so."

"Well you have a lot going on. If you did forget something, that's okay. I just want you to get some sleep."

"I was sleeping."

"But maybe not at rest. Is there anything else going on? You know you can tell me anything. I'm listening."

"Fitz, I'm thinking about exercising the exit clause in my contract with Howard? I've had the conversation with Josie."

"What? Why?" He sat up a little, hugging her closer. "You've already spoken with Josie about resigning?" He frowned.

Olivia nodded.

"Come on, Livvie. We're a team, you and me. If you call a different play, I have to hear it, or I won't know what it is or what to do."

Olivia rolled her eyes at the football analogy.

"I'm serious. Why?" He asked once more.

"Because it is taking too much time away from my family. I can tape my hits from home, and still see you and the kids, but I'm on campus three days per week, then sometimes at the studio until almost midnight. I can't continue with that schedule. I miss you and our children when I'm working late."

"But you don't work late too often."

Olivia lifted their joined hands and squeezed his fingers. "Fitz you've compromised and sacrificed so much so that I can have this crazy career."

"Livvie, it's not a compromise or a sacrifice. I chose to stay home with our children. That is not a sacrifice, and I have no regrets."

"I know. I just feel guilty not being home more."

"You like what you do at the Law Clinic, and at MSNBC. And soon, you'll begin traveling again. I'm not so sure how I feel about that." As much as Fitz had challenges with his wife's ambitions sometimes, he would never tell her that he did. Traveling across the country was high on his list. "But, we're okay here, and the kids see you enough. And besides, what would you do if you left Howard?"

Olivia shrugged. "Stay home with you and the kids?" It was a question rather than an answer.

"Is that what you really want to do? Of course you don't have to work at all, but if you want to stay home, do that."

"No," she said, shaking her head. "You know I could never do that for any real length of time."

"I didn't think so," Fitz said. "That's why you should take some time to think about resigning."

"Fitz it's just getting harder and harder to be away from you and our children." She stopped short of whining.

"Whoa, is this Olivia Pope Grant talking? Telling me she's thinking about giving up something she loves. It can't be because my Livvie knows she's a bad ass, and is good at her job."

Olivia smiled. "You make me sound like Superwoman."

Fitz shook his head. "You're not, but you also don't break easily."

"Sometimes it doesn't feel that way. It's just so hard leaving you guys."

"I know, but we're not going anywhere. We'll be here when you get home. Being in the classroom three days per week is what you signed up for. That's the job. And if you don't finish it, you're quitting. And Grants do not quit. Right?" He looked down at her with raised eyebrows.

"Right." She answered. "But babe, I still miss you guys when I'm away for too long," she said, as her eyes filled with tears again.

"Then miss us. And when you feel the need to cry, my arms are always open. But then you wake-up, get dressed, and get back to doing what you love."

Olivia didn't respond.

"At least that's what the Olivia Grant I know would do," Fitz added.

"Fitz?"

"Yes, baby?"

"I love you."

Fitz pulled her onto his chest. "I know you do. And, Livvie?"

"Hmm?" She looked up at him.

"You're only one month in, give it time."

Olivia nodded. They lay in silence. She was enjoying the quiet. It helped her recognize the contentment she felt just from being with her babies, and the man who had given them to her. She sighed then closed her eyes.

Fitz heard her sigh in contentment, but knew they were far from finished with this topic.

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October…

By October Olivia had hit her stride, career wise. She was at the Civil Rights Clinic three days per week assisting her students and helping them advocate for their indigent clients. It felt great to be back in a courtroom, and to see her old colleagues again, people who remembered her work, but that life seemed so long ago.

Not much had changed at home, but a lot had. She still didn't like being away from her children for long periods of time. She also missed regularly making love with her husband, and the loss of connection and closeness that their sex life usually brought. Lovemaking wasn't just a physical act it also involved emotional connection and intimacy. That left the late night long, rambling conversations they always had. If they weren't having sex, they needed some kind of connection and those conversations helped.

Fitz missed his wife as well, but he was still giving her the space to figure it all out.

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Howard vs. Morehouse…

As they had promised her friends when they were in Atlanta, Fitz and Olivia attended the big game between the Maroon Tigers and the Bison. It was a weekend filled with old friends, amazing vibes and the ultimate SpelHouse Experience.

On Friday night they'd attended a private fundraising event to support the general scholarship funds at both colleges. The Park at 14th was closed for the event. When their driver pulled up, there were a lot of people entering the building for the sold-out event. There were also a few photographers and fans milling around because rumor had it that Fitz Grant would be in attendance. When they exited the vehicle, there were shouts for the couple to look this way but Fitz ignored them, while Olivia gave them a courteous nod. They made a striking couple, and together they commanded attention wherever they went.

The loss of her anonymity was still probably the hardest part about being married to Fitz. The not knowing what was going on in people's minds when they stared. Not that some women, mostly white, didn't have it written all over their faces. She could practically read their minds as they wondered how she had managed to bag the Fitzgerald Grant.

Fitz reached out and gripped Olivia's hand and pulled her close then wrapped his arm around her waist as they hurried inside.

Joey and Julian were already on the dance floor when they arrived and after all this time, and seeing those two together, Olivia still could not believe her brother's complete transformation.

Olivia spent the first hour walking around and introducing Fitz to her friends, old and new, from Spelman, Morehouse, and Howard. The guests were friendly, but not pushy, wanting to shake his hand but ultimately leaving him alone to enjoy the party in peace.

Fitz was genuinely happy to meet everyone, and he wasn't surprised that Greg Hill was in attendance along with his very pregnant wife. Monique Hill had greeted them both enthusiastically, but her husband had kept his distance all night.

He also didn't miss the looks on Greg's face, and the faces of the other men in attendance. His stunningly beautiful wife had captured their attention. Many of them had at one time or another been staring at her since they'd arrived. But she didn't notice, or if she did, didn't care.

She didn't care if other men noticed her, because she wanted him, and only him. After all this time, that knowledge, every single time, awed him. Every day he woke up with her, or watched her enter a room, or when she smiled at him he was struck again by how beautiful she was. And yet, she only wanted him. He looked at her as she stood talking to an attorney from her father's firm. The perfectly tailored black strapless leather jumpsuit and black Knife pumps she wore had almost made them late.

Erika, Reese, Chenille, and their spouses, had commandeered a booth and table away from the crowd so Fitz could enjoy himself. They talked and caught up on one another's lives, until the music was stopped and the program part of the evening began. There were brief speeches thanking everyone for coming out. Fitz and Olivia had made a very generous donation but both waved off the offer by the alumni chapter presidents to say a few words.

After all of the formalities, the DJ started playing music again and the dance floor filled with bodies. Fitz and Olivia stood watching, and talking. She leaned into him and he put an arm around her, pulling her closer. One of his large hands rested low on her back, where the curve of her ass began. He occasionally moved it a little lower, an obvious sign that he wanted to be alone with her, and soon.

Their conversation was interrupted when the first beat to Kelis' 'Bossy' dropped. Olivia grabbed Fitz's hand and dragged him to floor where her line sisters, including Joey, were already "strolling." One of them had probably requested the song. It had been played at their probate when they'd crossed the burning sands, and had remained one of Olivia's favorites. It was perfect for a slow, sensual grind and the couple took full advantage. Fitz's arms went around Olivia's waist then pulled her close. She was feeling risqué and with the way Fitz was moving against her, very horny. His hands moved low on her back and pulled her closer. Olivia closed her eyes and pretended no one was there but her and Fitz. It wasn't long before she felt his mouth on her neck. She exhaled and then gasped when he nipped her, and sucked a little skin between his lips.

"Fitz…" she warned.

Not since they were dating had he given her a visible hickey. She always warned him not to. But the last time he got carried away, her mother had noticed…again. She was helping her in the kitchen of her parent's Oak Bluffs home, and caught Maya Pope eyeing a large mark on her shoulder. The older woman had rolled her eyes heavenward and shook her head while Olivia had giggled uncontrollably, thinking about their late night on the beach. They had definitely enjoyed each other. She was also grateful that her mother couldn't see the other places on her body her husband had branded. Sometimes they behaved like teenagers, silly, giddy, and still infatuated with one another.

When she looked up at Fitz he smiled as if reading her mind before caressing her cheek and then kissing her. It was a deep, soulful kiss that should not have been seen outside their bedroom. They were making a spectacle of themselves, and didn't care. They kissed for what seemed like a long time, and not long enough. When Fitz finally pulled away, she looked up into his handsome face. He grinned at her then leaned down and whispered near her ear.

"One more hour, and we're leaving," he said. "And then this," he gripped and squeezed her ass through the soft leather, "is all mine." Olivia could only laugh and nod.

Later, Olivia stood observing her husband. Sometimes it still felt strange when they were out in public; the way people reacted to him. It made her feel like he wasn't just hers anymore. Even if you didn't know who he was, you had to stare. There was just something about the way Fitz carried himself. He was currently having an intense football-related conversation with a few of the male attendees.

That happened most times when they were out and men approached him to talk football. In the early days of their relationship, women tried to approach him, too. They were definitely not interested in the NFL. They pretended to be, but their real interest was her husband. She was quite familiar with of those women. They tried not to be obvious by throwing themselves at him, but still leaned in and hovered just a little too much, and a little too close. Olivia, Lauren, and Tracee had had several conversations about the women who moved in, oh-so-subtly on rich and famous, and very much attached men. They tried to gain their interest, even with their wives present. Fitz would shut part of himself off, seemingly present, yet mentally far, far away. And it would be undetectable except to people who knew him very well, like Olivia did. It didn't happen often these days, but when it did Fitz always searched the crowd for his Livvie and smiled. He had a million smiles reserved for the rest of the world, but one very special one just for her. And of course, another one just for their children.

His current smile was telling her that he was well aware of what was happening. He laughed at the all the appropriate times but what he really wanted to do was get his wife a little tipsy, dance and flirt with her, and engage in a little more public foreplay before heading to the condo and sexing her on almost every available surface. He didn't mind being monopolized by genuine fans, but the women on the prowl he could do without. The excessive flirtatiousness of a good percentage of the women he encountered, from hostesses in restaurants, and the women they met socially. It got out of hand sometimes, and he'd had to remind a few that not only was he married, but that they were also disrespecting his wife, and he would not tolerate it.

Olivia watched as he stared at the group over the rim of his tumbler of scotch while they prattled on about his playing career. Knowing her husband, he was probably thinking about Cruz and Elle-Carolyn, who along with Lucky Seven, were with Eli and Maya Pope, and not really listening to a single word being said. In a moment, she was going to have to rescue him.

"Girl, just look at them," Joey said, joining Olivia near their table. She and Julian had finally taken a break and he had gone to the bar to get them drinks. "They know damn well they're not interested in football."

"Joey," Olivia warned.

"What? Liv you know I'm right. Women like that…you can't put anything past them. They like to hang out at events like this where successful and wealthy men gather, hoping to attract one of them, and they don't care if he's married or not."

"Or, maybe those women are interested in sports."

Joey gave her best friend a 'yeah, right' look. "You keep thinking that, Liv."

There were a lot of single women, many of them alumna, in attendance, and like everyone else they had paid a lot of money for a ticket. A few had requested pictures with Fitz, but he had politely declined. Others stared unabashedly, and took his photo surreptitiously with their phones. One had the audacity to whisper something into his ear, leaned in too close and asked her friend to take a photo. He'd stepped away, and the look on his face spoke volumes. He was losing patience. That's when Erika's and Reese's husbands flanked him, keeping the vultures at a respectable distance.

"Some of them are married, Jo."

"And what does that have to do with anything? Apparently they've forgotten they are, or just don't care. He's wearing a ring and like a lot of women, they're just pretending it isn't there. Like it doesn't mean anything," Joey said in disgust.

"Josephine! Are you over here causing trouble?" Julian asked as he approached his wife and his sister from behind. He handed Joey a glass of sparkling water then slid an arm around her waist, before he kissed her cheek.

"You know me," Joey responded, leaning into her husband's kiss.

"Yes, I do. That is how I know for a fact that you are over here causing trouble."

Olivia laughed at her brother's accusation. "No, J, she's actually on her best behavior. We're just theorizing about how many of those women in that group talking to my husband are really interested in sports."

Julian chuckled then leaned in like someone about to participate in a conspiracy. "Did she tell you about her theory?" he asked.

The look she gave her brother indicated Joey hadn't. "What theory?"

Joey looked at her husband then back at her best friend. "That most of those women are chasing Fitz's big fat bank accounts and his big fat..."

"Do not say it, Jo," Olivia said, holding up her hand. She looked at her best friend in complete shock. "I would like to say that I can't believe you would say something like that, Josephine, but I also know you."

"You'll have to excuse my wife. She's usually a little more refined," Julian said with sarcasm.

Joey nudged her husband with her hip. "Mind your business, Julian!"

"I thought so," Julian said, shaking his head. "Liv, don't listen to her craziness. If you really want to know what they're talking about, why don't you just join the conversation?"

"As a matter of fact, I think I will," Olivia said, then walked away from the couple and over to the bar to refill her wine before going to rescue her husband. Joey may have been correct about some of the women's intentions but Olivia wasn't really concerned because she knew Fitzgerald Thomas Grant, III. He was the father of their two beautiful children and dedicated to one woman only, her, his wife.

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The slightly tipsy couple remained at the party for another hour before saying their goodbyes and quickly heading for the nearest EXIT. Olivia was happy she'd pumped before they left the condo, and she'd been able to consume a few glasses of wine. She was now feeling the effects.

Their driver was waiting and had them in the driveway of the condo in record time. The elevator ride was a quick one, and they entered the condo, closed and locked the door, then set the alarm. Fitz grinned at his wife and pulled her into his arms. He began to sway and sing.

"And baby through the years, even when we're old and gray, I will love you more each day, 'cause you will always be the lady in my life."

The old Michael Jackson classic had been playing on the radio in the SUV when their driver picked them up. They danced their way to the bedroom and just inside the door Fitz spun Olivia out and then pulled her back into his arms. She laughed, feeling a little lightheaded, as he kissed her along her neck, bare shoulders, and the swell of her breasts.

"You…in this outfit, Mrs. Grant," he murmured, "are absolutely stunning. Do you know that?"

Olivia nodded. "You make me feel beautiful."

"Because you are. You're so damn sexy that I get hard and almost come just from the thought of you," he whispered causing her to blush.

And he did make her feel beautiful and sexy. Earlier they were getting dressed at their home in Falls Church for the party.

"Wow. Look at you." Fitz had walked into her dressing room while she was sitting at her built-in vanity, applying her make-up. He'd crouched next to her, smiling at her reflection. Olivia blushed at his words.

"You are so beautiful," he said. She leaned her head to the side to make way for him as he kissed her neck.

"Are their bags packed? She asked, glancing toward the monitor where she could see their children playing on their bed, while Lucky Seven kept watch.

"Yes. We're just waiting for you."

"Okay, I just need to get my shoes and I'm ready."

"Good." Fitz stood and kissed her hair then stared. "You really are beautiful, Livvie," he said again, then turned and exited her dressing room.

He grinned at her in that way he always did, his eyes traveling the length of her body from head to toe, then back to her beautiful face. Finally, he bit into his lower lip and smiled at her once again, like he was flirting with someone he didn't know. After all this time, he still looked at her the way he had that very first time in the hallway of the house in Great Falls, before they'd even officially met and began dating. Her stomach did a little flip-flop and she looked up and into his gorgeous eyes. Her nipples tingled and a warm feeling began low in her stomach and moved downward.

Silently, he began unzipping the jumpsuit then peeling it from her body. Olivia stood before him in a nude thong and strapless bra set, and black stilettos. "Have I told you how fucking gorgeous you are?"

She blushed. "You have, but I still love hearing it." Olivia had basked in the look of pride on Fitz's face when he'd escorted her inside the venue and she'd commanded the attention of almost everyone there.

Fitz grinned then kneeled in front of her, reaching for the right shoe, and then the left. Finally, he stood then reached for her sheer thong and removed it from her body. Sliding his hands up past her ribcage and around her back, he unhooked her bra and tossed it aside baring her fully to his eyes.

"I wasn't the only person tonight who thought so, either," Fitz said, lifting his brows.

She frowned. "You mean the men at the party?"

Fitz nodded. "They were watching you and your ass while you walked around talking to everyone."

Olivia laughed. "Are you jealous because a few men, that I have less than zero interest in, were looking at my ass?"

"Hell, yeah," Fitz said, grinning. "I don't want anyone looking at it but me."

She leaned back in his arms. "Well I'm not sure how to fix that, babe."

"Me either," he said. "Otherwise I would have done it already."

"Really? Do you think I didn't notice those women gathered around you to talk football?" she teased.

"I know you did," he said, nuzzling the side of her neck. She leaned into it. "But I will always love and be in love with only you, Olivia Carolyn Pope Grant. You are the love of my life."

Olivia's face softened, "Me too, baby."

He looked at her with a teasing smile. "You should stay naked, Livvie."

"What?" Olivia laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her body closer to his.

"I'm serious. You should just stay naked and not even leave the house," Fitz said, ignoring the smirk on her face.

"What about our children, my job, Bert? I don't think she would appreciate seeing my naked ass walking around our home, and I would eventually have to leave the house, mister."

"I could wait until Elle went down for her nap, then drop by your office between hits for a little, you know," he lifted his brows suggestively, "then shower and go back to mine."

"Caveman much, Fitzgerald?" Her lips curved into a sexy grin. "Plus, we both know your daughter won't go down for a nap without a fight."

Fitz laughed, and cupped her butt-cheeks pulling her against his rock-hard erection and then leaned down to kiss her softly on the lips.

"Caveman, huh?" He gave her a serious look before suddenly lifting her over his broad shoulder and giving her a light smack on her ass. Olivia shrieked as he walked across the room and unceremoniously dropped her onto the bed, sending her into a fit of laughter. She pushed herself up on her elbows and silently watched as he slowly unbuttoned his custom black dress shirt and slid it from his torso. His muscles bulged. He toed off his shoes and removed his socks, then unbuckled his pants and pushed them to the floor, finally stepping out of his slacks and his briefs. His inches protruded between his legs, long, thick, hard and lethal. Olivia licked her lips and stared at her husband's dick, marveling for the zillionth time that she was still able to handle it all.

"You were saying, Mrs. Grant?" He asked, standing before her proud and naked in his Superman pose with nothing but pure, unadulterated lust in his eyes.

Olivia smiled. "Get over here, Mr. Grant."

"You are very bossy."

"And you love it."

Without another word, he climbed onto the bed and moved between her open legs. He covered her body with his, kissing her lips, along her jaw, and her neck.

"Fitz!" Olivia exclaimed. Her husband's mouth was on her breasts, then back to her neck and her mouth. Olivia felt his hand between them and he was pushing into her with two fingers. She squirmed against him. She was wet and ready for him and moaned as he stroked her flesh. She lifted her hips and wrapped her arms around the strong, solid mass of him.

Of course Fitz wasn't planning to let her to enjoy his fingers for too long. Instead, he lined himself up with her opening and without pause, buried himself to the hilt.

"Damn you feel good, Livvie," he said, clutching her ass with both hands.

Gasping, Olivia held on tight and wrapped her legs tightly around her husband's waist, clasping her ankles to hold him tighter against her. He pulled back until his dick was almost out of her then pushed in again, deeper. She clenched around him tightly, rolling her hips against him, spreading herself even wider, and Fitz was moving right along with her, increasing the pace, thrusting hard and long and deep.

Olivia panted. "Fitz," she said over and over. "Fitz…"

"Yes, Livvie?" he breathed against her neck, then looked into her face. "Am I too much for you?"

She looked up into his beautiful eyes and saw concern.

"No," she said breathless, shaking her head. "I want more, baby…more…"

He was only too happy to oblige.

The couple spent the rest of the weekend in the District. They decided not to tailgate, choosing instead to spend the early morning hours in bed, making love, then going to spend time with their children at the Popes, before Cass arrived, and they left for the game.

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Happy Birthday and Trick or Treat…

Two weeks later, they celebrated Cruz's second birthday, and Halloween. The family dressed as The Addams Family, for the Nilsson's Halloween Party. Fitz as a handsome Gomez and Olivia as a sexy Morticia, along with Cruz dressed as Pugsley, and six month old Elle-Carolyn as Wednesday, complete with a wool hat with braided pigtails attached. They were both adorable, but Cruz insisted on wearing the Black Panther costume his Aunt T bought him to Trick or Treat. He had watched the movie with T.C., unbeknownst to his parents, and had fallen in love with the mysterious character. Cruz had not been allowed to see the movie since, but his parents found two child friendly comic books about the super hero, and they were in heavy rotation.

Benny Maddox had managed to find a way to incorporate Black Panther, Spiderman, and dinosaurs into the theme for Cruz's birthday party, where he wore his costume once again. The weather prediction was cooler temperatures so the party was held at an event space. There was lots of food, games, an indoor bouncy house, face painting, and a venue filled with happy kids running around screaming and laughing.

Their daughter slept through the first half of the party, and went from JR's, Eli's and Fitz's arms when she woke. She wanted to be up close and personal to the controlled chaos at all times, and would cry when she wasn't, so the men obliged her. Everyone had a great time, but Fitz and Olivia were glad when it was over.

TBC