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"So, Liv. What is it like being with a white guy, a very handsome one too? Is it like weird?" Tiffany asked curiously.

Olivia sipped her lemon honey tea while studying her cousin over the rim of the warm red cup. She, Tiffany, Sharon and Kesha were gathered in the seating area of the small villa they were all temporarily occupying. It was 9 PM. After dinner everyone had broken up into smaller groups leaving the ladies to themselves. For the past half hour or so they chitchatted about everything and nothing. Well, they did Olivia mostly sat and listened. To tell the truth, her mind was in another world, a world where she was waiting for her husband to call. Based on the distance she knew that they hadn't arrived in Miami as yet, and would do so around 9:30 PM.

Forcing her mind to be present she shrugged her slender shoulders and answered, "I guess normal. He's just Fitz to me and I'm Olivia to him. Our skin colors are different, yes, but so much of who we are as a person is the same. Our relationship is much more than what we look like." She surmised.

"So did you have to do something extra to get his attention or he just saw you and like you? The guy is hot! I mean you're hot too and you make a good looking couple but I want to know what did it for him," Tiffany gushed and Olivia raised her eyebrows suspiciously, as she thought about her answer.

"Umm… It's simple physics. He saw something he liked and went after it. Simple as that."

"Really? Gosh, because I've been crushing on this white guy for the longest while, but he isn't making a move. Hmmm." Tiffany pursued her full lips in contemplation.

Olivia looked at her cousin and was about to speak on her obsessive longing to be in an interracial relationship. It wasn't cute at all the way she has been obsessing over wanting kids that looked like Jackson all weekend, but before she could speak Sharon's loud mouth boomed in.

"Fitz is cute and all but I would never give up some chocolate for vanilla. Never!" Sharon sanctioned, taking a generous sip of her pink Moscato.

"Interesting," Kesha piped in, her hands were rhythmically running up and down her long braids and it somewhat provided a tranquil feeling for Olivia, a contrast from the agitation the two sisters were giving her. Kesha was so beautiful. Tall, curvy body, high cheekbones with full lips and her complexion the perfect color of cinnamon. She always looked radiant and glowing. And the fact that she had a good head on her shoulders made Olivia admire her even more.

"What's interesting, girl?" Olivia cringed at the way Sharon casually tossed out the word girl as a mean to belittle their younger cousin. Because she was the oldest Sharon always thought she was the wisest, and therefore, no one can tell her anything, especially Kesha since she was still a baby in her eyes. But little did she know Kesha was wise beyond her years.

"I'm going to ignore you called me a girl because quite frankly, I-D-G-A-F," Kesha abbreviated, tossing her braids over her shoulder.

To quell any more potential falling out, Olivia chimed in, "Shar, if you found a man that you really liked and he so happened to not be black, wouldn't you go for it?" She was truly curious to find out her answer. As a 33-year-old black American woman working in corporate America Olivia was curious to hear what her cousin had to say. Sharon was once engaged to a corporate banker but things fizzled out when she found him cheating on her. That was over 5 years ago and ever since then she complained about there being no "good" men left.

Olivia watched as Sharon took another generous sip, before the night was out she was sure to be drunk, Liv thought.

"I honestly don't know. I just don't want to date outside my race. I don't care for the drama that comes with interracial relationships."

"I understand where you're coming from and it is ok to have preference, and sometimes there is drama because of the simple fact two people from different races decides to love each other and that sucks because it is 2015. But at the end of the day the love between two people outweighs all of the bad and that is what matters. However, my concern is with you allowing your preference to dictate your life. You can't sit down twiddling your thumbs for another black man to notice you when there might be potential elsewhere. Choose who you want to choose but don't close out yourself from men whose skin tones are different from you just because they're not black. If the qualities you are looking for in a man is there, then why not?" Olivia asked passionately.

"Amen, sista!" Kesha clapped like she was in church.

"Preach!" Tiffany chorused in.

"That's why I love them black, white, Asian, Hispanic, Latino, you name it. I taste the skittles, honey!" Kesha sassily snapped her fingers two times to get her point across.

Sharon rolled her eyes at the three of them, she had made up her mind and nobody was going to deter her. "Besides, white men have small penises."

Olivia choked on her tea and began coughing to expel the discomfort. Tiffany who was nearby assisted by gently tapping her back and it was helping. How was that even possible? Olivia thought as she tried to figure out the science of it. Once she was collected and the urge to cough had diminished, she turned towards Sharon who was again taking a sizeable sip of wine. She's going to be drunk was all Olivia could think when she returned, "Not all stereotypes are true and you should know that Sharon. More importantly, stereotypes put everyone of a particular demographic, be it race, ethnicity or belief into the same box, and what goes for one doesn't go for all. So what you said may be applicable to some but definitely not all."

"So what you're saying without saying is, Fitz is packing?" Tiffany implored.

"I'm not saying anything," Olivia deadpanned. She was definitely not going to go into details with these women about the size of her husband's penis. That wasn't for them to know. But if they had to know she would've screamed big, very big!

"Come on! Throw us a bone or something. I have to live vicariously through you, since nothing is going on in my life," Tiffany whined.

Just before Olivia could dispel any further queries about Fitz's weiner her cellphone started to ring. Looking down at the device in her lap she read her husband's name on the screen. "Excuse me," Olivia mumbled, getting up quickly, surprising herself at her effortless agility with a 6 months pregnant belly.

"Oooo. Get it girl!" she heard them shouting after her retreating body, which made her shake her head good-naturedly.

"Hey, baby," Olivia answered brightly, lighting up for the first time in hours since they left.

"Hey," she listened to his deep gravelly voice and the ache inside of her chest intensified. It was crazy how much she missed her boys. The thought almost made her cry. She entered the room that the three of them had shared the night prior.

"We arrived safely. Jackson is fast asleep. I didn't even bother waking him up for a bath. I wiped him off and put on his pajamas. Hopefully he sleeps through the night."

She smiled into the semi dark room as envision him caring for their little nugget. "I miss you guys. I should've come," she spoke feeling regret and loneliness but she quickly pushed it away. Inhaling sharply, she continued, "How's everyone doing? How's Theresa?"

"She's super excited we're here. Her mom threatened to cancel her birthday party tomorrow if she didn't go to bed."

Olivia laughed, imagining the little girl creating a raucous when it was passed her bedtime. "Wait till Jackson is up tomorrow it's going to be grand."

Fitz groaned and she smiled at the deep timbre of it. "They're going to drive me up the wall. By the way, your son is a trip."

"What did he do now?" Olivia chuckled, rolling on her side to get more comfortable.

"He told me and I quote 'I see mommy's vag-nuh' end of quote."

"Ohmygawd," Olivia laughed before explaining, "You know how I keep the bathroom door unlocked when only the two of us are home? Anyway, so last week I was using the toilet and he walked in while I was pulling up my undies, but before I could get him through the door he pointed down there and asked what is that, so I told him my vagina and he called it a vag-nuh." Olivia laughed again.

Fitz's laughter boomed through the phone and it only made Olivia laugh even more because of the infectiousness of it.

"The thing is he said it so randomly. We had stopped for gas and I was filling up the tank when he looked up from the backseat and told me the story, like it was something he just remembered," Fitz recounted after his laughing spell simmered.

Olivia chuckled, "That's Jackson Thomas Grant for ya!"

"I know right. I wonder if Jasmine will have the same sense of humor, she better do because she has all this Jackson goodness to deal with."

Olivia smiled at the thought of her two children bonding and her hands instantly gravitated towards her belly where she could feel the small fluttery movements of her little girl. 15 weeks to go, she thought.

On a sigh she uttered, "I miss you guys. I know it's only been a few hours but it's a few hours too long." Her voice wasn't whiney but it definitely was melancholy.

"I miss you too, baby, very much. We'll be home soon. In the meantime enjoy your grandmother and the rest of your family."

She smiled at his gentle urgings. "I will, and you do the same. Be there for your sister and tell her we can't wait for her to visit." Theresa was no longer coming for the summer but they decided to have her over for the Labor Day weekend when they would have completed their move. Olivia had convinced Fitz that it was better because having his sister stay at his mother wouldn't work since they were supposed to be the host, and being a mother herself, Olivia knew that Jenny would feel better if her daughter wasn't staying at her husband's ex. Eventually, Fitz relented after seeing reason.

"Roger that. What are you up to right now?"

"Talking to you but before this I was chatting with my cousins."

"Oh, I'm sorry for interrupting you. Do you want me to get off the phone now?"

"No!" Olivia said a bit eagerly. "No, please don't go. I want to talk to you." She was sounding needy and she didn't even care about it. She wanted to keep talking to her love. "What are you doing?"

She listened to him exhale before saying, "I'm in bed talking to the most beautiful woman in the world."

She blushed.

"Is that all you're doing?" Mischief pronounced in her voice.

"What else could I be doing, Mrs. Grant?" Her heart skipped a beat, as it would every time he called her Mrs. Grant. She absolutely loved it.

"I don't know, reading up game stats on your phone while talking to me," she said casually but knowingly. Knowing her husband she could almost picture him in only pajamas bottom and maybe a white T-shirt, his ear plugs in while he was talking to her and reading up game stats. She'd never come across a man that loved all sports so much. And because of it she believed that he chose the right program to onset his career in the sports world as an athletic trainer.

He chuckled, "guilty as charged. You know me too well."

"It's my job," she retorted. "And speaking of my job, tell me more of this Key West trip."

Olivia was so engrossed with talking to her husband that she'd forgotten about the party of 3 on the other side of the bedroom door. So by the time his snores cut off her rambling about Jasmine being born on her birthday, December 1st, rather than the November 26th due date she was given, she whispered him a sweet good night even though he couldn't reciprocate and ended the call

"Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Theresa! Happy birthday to you!" Fitz sang to his sister as soon as her pajamas cladded figure popped out of her bedroom and made an appearance in the modern living room. He enveloped her tightly and spun her around in his arms as she let out a squeal of delight.

"Thanks, Fitz," she chortled once he settled her back onto her feet. Fitz looked down at her small face sprinkled with freckles and smiled.

"You're welcome, baby sis." In his mind he was thinking that he really needed to be a better big brother for his sister. He loved her no doubt but he wanted to be more involved in her life and he was going to make a special effort to do so.

"Ok, I have a gift for you from Olivia. Do you want to open it now or later?"

She clasped her hands together and squealed, "Now. Please…"

Her mother Jenny entered the room then and Fitz gave her a questioning look, silently asking if it was ok and she smiled her consent. It was weird being in a house with his father and a woman who wasn't his mother but it wasn't overtly bad. Jennifer was a very nice woman and in some ways she softened his dad. He excused himself from mother and daughter and made his way into the room he and Jackson slept in for Theresa's birthday gift. Since it was a little after 7 in the morning Fitz had expected Jackson to still be sleeping but instead he came upon the scene of his son taking off his clothes in the middle of the room. He'd already shed his pants and underwear and was struggling with his T-shirt.

"Hey, morning, bud. What you doing?" He asked, moving closer to him.

In between struggling to pull his plain T-shirt over his head, Jackson said, "I wee wee in my seep."

Shit. Fitz had forgotten to put on a pair of pull-ups on him last night. "Oh no, J. Here, let me." Fitz helped him strip down from the rest of his pee soaked clothes. Once he was naked Fitz carried him off to the conjoined bathroom and turned on the shower. After it was heated he gently lifted his son into the bathtub and began washing him off. They did this in silence, as Jackson wasn't fully alert and Fitz was concentrating on the task at hand. Then, when they were finished Fitz wrapped him in one of the fluffy blue towels from behind the bathroom door. He dried his skin, applied his baby lotion and dressed him for the morning in a pair of green basketball shorts and a white sleeveless top.

Retrieving Theresa's gift from his overnight bag he gave it to Jackson. "Please take this to your aunty and tell her happy birthday. Today is her birthday," Fitz explained, getting up to clean the mess his son made.

"Otay," Jackson nodded before sprinting out the room.

"Slow down," Fitz called but he was already out the door. Fitz then began stripping the sheets off the bed praying that the pee didn't seep into the mattress. Fortunately, he noticed that the mattress had a waterproof cover over it so it was saved and he was relieved. With the soiled sheets bundled up in his hands Fitz exited the room.

He followed the trail to the living room where he could hear Jackson and Theresa talking. The two were busy going over Theresa's birthday presents that they didn't pay him any mind.

"What you got there?" Jenny asked from one of the pillow-decorated chairs.

"I need to wash these because Jackson had an accident last night, I'm so sorry," Fitz expressed his remorse.

"No need to be sorry, accidents happens. Let me grab them from you and I'll toss it in the wash," Jenny said, getting up with open hands.

Fitz let her collect the mostly dried sheets from him. "Thank you. I checked the mattress already and it's dry."

"Oh good," Jenny smiled before leaving the room.

"You like your present?" Fitz turned and asked Theresa. Olivia had bought her a colorful butterfly bracelet that came with colorful butterfly hair clips, a butterfly-covered diary and a small storybook about the different types of butterfly. Theresa loved butterflies so it was no surprise that it was the theme for her birthday party.

"I loveee it. Can you call Liv, I want to tell her thanks," the little girl beamed.

"Of course." Checking the time Fitz decided to give it a try as she might be awake.

"Come JT," Fitz beckoned for his son and he quickly ran over to him.

Olivia was woken up by the shrill sound of her cellphone ringing. Without checking the caller ID she answered the call. "Hello," her sleep muffled voice sounded.

"Mommy wake up! It's Aunty Teesa birf-day!" The sharp sound of her toddler's voice pushed away the remnants of sleep. "Mommy?" Jackson called again when she didn't answer him.

"Hey, baby," was all she could get out before he said, "Are you coming to the paw-tee?" She snickered at his mispronunciation. "No, baby. Remember mommy is way up in Pensacola? I'll see you at home tonight though."

"Oh, thought you is cow-ming…." She knew he was pouting from the sound of his voice. In the background she heard Fitz telling him to hand over the phone to his aunty but he was none too happy to end their conversation, so she asked, "Are you being a good boy for daddy?"

"Yesh," he answered simply.

"That's really good, I'm so proud of you. I love you, Jackson."

"I love you too, mommy. Aunty Teesa wants to talk. Hold on, ok?"

"Ok," Olivia smiled.

"Don't go anyway, wite?"

She smiled even wider, "right."

The shuffling sound of the phone being moved around came through the speakers until she heard a soft, "Good morning, Olivia."

"Good morning, sweetheart. A huge happy birthday to you! I hope you enjoy this incredible day and may it be filled with lots of love and happiness. Muah. Muah." Olivia made kissy noises.

"Thank you," Theresa earnestly replied. "And thank you so much for the gifts. I love it love it!"

Olivia beamed, rolling onto her back before settling a casual palm over her belly. "You're welcome, sweetheart. I love you."

"I love you too, Olivia. Do you want to talk to Fitz?"

"Eh, I guess so," Olivia joked and Theresa laughed.

"Ok, hold on," she said before passing the phone to Fitz.

"Hey, baby," Fitz answered lowly once the phone was cradled in his hand and pressed against his ear.

"Hey… How is it going? You fell asleep on me last night."

"No, I didn't. That's not possible if I'm here and you're there," he wisecracked in reply.

"Ha! Ha! Ha! Funny. You're a funny man, Fitzgerald."

"I've been told so a few times so I'm glad you finally recognize that."

Rolling her eyes with a smirk splayed on her lips Olivia said, "whatever… Tell me the plans for the day?"

"Party starts at 1 and should end by 4, 4:30. We'll leave here around 6 and should be home by 9."

"Ok, take lots of pictures for me please."

"Will do. Anything else I can help you with?" Fitz implored sweetly.

"No, dear. I'm heading back to sleep. Kiss my son for me and tell Big Jerry and Jenny hello."

"Already did. We'll talk later, I love you."

"I love you too, honey. Later." After ending the call she threw the phone on the empty spot besides her before burrowing her body deeper into the mattress looking to get comfortable again. Just as she was feeling the fingertips of slumber a loud knock sounded on her bedroom door.

"Liv! It's Aunty Charlene, can you come out for a second?" The voice spoke in a hush shout.

Olivia groaned and picked up her phone to see the time. It was barely 8 AM. Her plan to get up at 9:30 was futile but it was probably a good idea she got up now since they had to checkout at 12.

"Ok. Give me a minute," Olivia returned. She got up as gracefully as she possibly could before moving to the adjoined bathroom to relieve her full bladder. Afterwards she washed her face and brushed her teeth quickly. Dressed in a pair of plaid shorts and one of Fitz's old T-shirts she made her way to open the bedroom door.

Upon opening the bedroom door the sight of light pink balloons greeted her as they were tied on the doorknob. That only began to pique her curiosity because the further she moved towards the small living room section the more curious she became. More balloons greeted her along the hallway and when she got to the living room she was startled when the room full of women shouted, "surprise!" Olivia looked around the room to see her mom front and center, her grandmother sitting in a chair to her right, Sharon, Tiffany and Kesha were all standing, while her aunts Beverly and Charlene occupied the chair to the left. In the middle of the floor she noticed several gift bags and boxes wrapped in pink, yellow and white paper.

"What's going on?" Olivia asked confused.

Jackie moved to Olivia and hugged her before pulling back, but she kept her hands on Olivia's shoulder. "This my dear, is a surprise baby shower. I thought it would be nice to celebrate with you as a family so I had asked the ladies for help in doing so. I hope you don't mind."

Olivia looked into her mother's cheerful face, her eyes crinkled at the corner from the wide, genuine smile on her face. This was the nicest thing she'd ever done for Olivia and the realization made her teary eyed.

"It's more than fine, thank you." It was no surprised that her voice cracked from raw emotions coursing through her body because she was overwhelmed, awed, speechless, dazed, overcome... For the next hour or so Olivia was in a daze as she learned that her mother had been planning this shower for over a month. The gifts she received were all lovely. She received baby clothes for her daughter, mostly basics and a few pretty dresses, baby bottles and other small apparatus that would be needed. Sharon was overly generous in her contribution of a year supply of diapers, beyond generous Olivia had said as she opened the box with the IncrediBundle certificate attached to a brown teddy bear. Charlene gave her a $300 Target gift card to buy a stroller and car seat. She received a small monetary gift from her Aunt Beverly. Her grandmother got her one of those baby bullets since she was into healthy eating and insisted that it would come in hand when Jasmine started eating solids along with a check for $500. Last but not least, Jackie produced a pink stuff elephant with a small card attached to it. Her gift was to buy the furniture for her granddaughter's room. Olivia was overcome and tears were running down her face in a torrent.

"I don't know what to say," She sobbed. She was truly touched by the kind gesture.

"Say thank you, baby. That's all. You're a good woman and like your husband said, you deserve the best. We are so happy to be able to bless you in this way," Grandma M said, which only made Olivia cry even harder. So many thoughts were going through her head but mainly the timeliness of the gifts. It couldn't have come at a better time. Thank God!

Wiping the fallen teardrops from her face with the back of her hands Olivia looked directly at her mother and said, "thank you. I am incredibly grateful for each and every one of you. And I know we don't come together a lot or we don't talk to each other a lot and so many other factors that do not make us a close family. But today what you all have done for me surpassed what a close family does. I feel the love in this room. Mom, thank you. Thank you for doing this for me. Sometimes I question your love for me but today I realize that I shouldn't. We have our differences but I want you to know that I love you. Each and every one of you, I love you all so much. So thank you, thank you very much." By the time Olivia was finished there was not a single dry eye in the room. The ladies stood and hugged each other, telling each other how much they are loved. It was truly an unforgettable moment, as overpowering emotions took them over. There they were, some still in nightclothes with their heads covered with silk scarfs or hair bonnets, showering love.

Olivia saved the last hug for her mother and they held on tightly. So many of her mother's ways she didn't understand. One minute she was here and the next she was over there. But in that moment Olivia felt hope, that maybe their relationship can be more than hostility. She wanted to explore a loving relationship between her mother and herself. And maybe, just maybe this might be the chance. A fresh start a new beginning.

"I love you, mom."

"I love you too, Livia, even if you my actions do say so."

Temperature was well into the 80s and Fitz was grateful for the coolness his outfit provided. He and Jackson had dressed alike down to their sunglasses, something he got kicks out of. He could only imagine that Olivia will be feeling the same once Jasmine is born.

They were at a botanical garden for Theresa's birthday party and were doing final preparations before the guests start arriving. Fitz helped his dad and Jenny pour drinks into small butterfly designed cups for the thirty children that were attending the party in the next ten or so minutes. At the time, Theresa was running around an open field with Jackson, her summer dress moving in the wind giving her an angelic appearance while Jackson ran behind her screaming like a banshee. My son. Fitz thought shaking his head.

"Hey son, can you help me grab the rest of stuff from the car?" Big Gerry asked, pulling Fitz out of his musings.

"Sure," Fitz followed him out to the parking lot to grab the candy filled butterfly piñata and other party decoration that was supposed to go on the rental tables.

"It's a shame Olivia couldn't be here," Big Gerry said casually as he unlocked the trunk with a click of his keychain.

"She wanted to but she had her family reunion to go to," Fitz offered.

"Mmm." Fitz looked over to Big Gerry but couldn't fully read him because a pair of Ray Ban aviators shielded his blue eyes.

"What?" Fitz queried, before hauling the fairly heavy piñata from the trunk of his father's silver Lincoln.

"I just hope she's not bullying you."

Scrunching up his face, Fitz questioned, "Why would you think that?"

Big Gerry could hear the disapproving tone in Fitz's voice and raised his hands nonthreateningly. "I just know that those kind of women can be very aggressive and like to wear the pants in relationships and I hope that's not what Olivia is doing to you." Fitz tried to interrupt him but Big Gerry shook his head and continued, "Before you go off on a tangent, please know I'm not trying to insult you or Olivia. I'm just curious as to why you were able to go to her family reunion but she couldn't come down here to celebrate your sister's birthday. From the outside it looks a little unfair and one-sided if you asked me."

Fitz was taken back by his father's very candid remark. Taking a deep breath he replied, "First of all, dad, I don't appreciate you casting a stereotype onto my wife. That is so uncool and borderline racist. If you would hang around us more you would know exactly the type of woman Olivia is. Secondly, she couldn't come down here because she is very pregnant with my child, your grandchild. Do you think it's comfortable to be pregnant with a baby pressing on your bladder and having to sit in a car for 9 plus hours? If you don't know, let me tell you that it isn't. I appreciate your misguided concern for me but please know it isn't warranted. My relationship with my wife is very much ok. Besides, aren't you a little unqualified to share marital advice since you're a divorcee?" Fitz knew that it was below the belt but he couldn't help it. He disrespected his wife and it was reflex for him to return the sentiment.

Big Gerry shook his head at his son. "You gotta let that shit go, Fitzgerald. Your mother and I have moved passed that so I recommend you do the same."

"Whatever," Fitz shrugged with an agitated shake of his head before picking up the piñata and making his way back to the open area where they were keeping the party. For his sister's sake he put on a wide smile and pretended he was happy to be there when it was the farthest thing from the truth.

After a teary filled goodbye and a promise to talk more regularly Olivia and her parents packed up their SUV with their luggage and the gifts from the baby shower and made their exit from Pensacola. During the ride the trio talked about anything from past memories of Olivia as a child to recapping the short trip. Olivia was feeling nostalgic as she rode backseat with her parents upfront. It reminded her of when she was a kid and the thought made her happy. Two hours into the journey they stopped at a rest stop so that Olivia could use the bathroom. Once she was finished they recommenced their journey. Their conversation continued animatedly and Olivia was laughing at a joke that her father cracked. The atmosphere was truly light and for once in a long time Olivia felt relaxed around her mother. She wasn't worried about what fool thing she had to say. It felt good, really good just to be in her presence without her casting judgment or snide remarks.

The faint sound of her phone chiming altered her of a new text message. She noticed that it was from Fitz and immediately clicked to open it. Since that morning they hadn't communicated with each other so she was anxious to receive a communication from him.

She clicked on the two-picture attachment included in the message and smiled at the images. One was of Jackson in a pair of green sunglasses, gray T-shirt, a black and green bracelet on his wrist that she wasn't familiar with and a brown straw fedora covering his dark brown curls while he blew bubbles. The picture was completely adorable with the bubble swarming around him. The other one was equally adorable, bordering on sexy. It was a shot of Fitz from the knees up with his head cut off and his hand out as though he was about to take something while the other hand was in his pocket. He also had on a gray T-shirt with his sunglasses hanging on the front of it and green shorts. Another message came in but this time in text form.

Fitz: Your son took that scary picture of me.

Olivia: I could tell but I love it. You two look like you're having a good time.

Fitz: We are. The kids are getting to release butterflies or something like that so he's really excited. Should be fun. On your way home?

Olivia: Yep, three more hours to go. Can't wait to go lie down. My back is killing me :(

Fitz: Oh no… I'll give you a massage when I get in. ;)

Olivia: That's why I love you.

Fitz : Of course. I gotta go now babe. Love you.

Olivia: Love you too…

She scrolled up to the pictures to view them again. Her heart was consumed and filled with so much love it was unexplainable. Each day that went by she prayed to God to make her a better person, a better wife, a better mother, a better daughter, a better friend and a better teacher. She wanted to live out her full purpose and love the people in her life the way that God intended for mankind to love each other. And despite of the shortcomings of people she was determined to keep it that way because her heart was full of love…

Author's Note: I believe that life is a gray area. I could easily write Jackie as a complete monster but I don't want to. I hope I portray that sometimes people who love you can also be the same people who belittles you. Fortunately, Jackie had a good moment in this chapter. As surprising and hard as it may be to believe the wonderful things she did for Olivia in this chapter came from her heart with no ill intentions, please know that she was earnest. Like one of my readers said, "Jackie loves Olivia but she doesn't know Olivia. She has her own idea of who Olivia should be." So let's hope Jackie will take the time to get to know the new Olivia and love her just the same.

So much kinda happened in this chapter so I'm anxious to read your reviews. What you thought about the conversation between Olivia and her cousins? What about Fitz and his dad? Don't forget to check out my Tumblr page Kiki-Writes if you want to see a glimpse of what little Jackson looks like. He's a cutie! Again, please review. I would appreciate it greatly.

Until next time,

XOXO