I've been writing a lot lately but there's not enough hours in the day for me to ever finish anything plus I have quite a few unfinished stories that I'm working on so, while I'm working on getting my life (and other fanfics together), here's an old Tumblr prompt from ctron164. Enjoy!

Working with the elitist society of D.C. had given Olivia experiences that she would, no doubt, never encounter in another field. The late nights, the odd hours, and the never ending phone calls had at one point been her entire existence. They sustained her. Made her want to wake up in the morning and not go to bed at night.

What these powerful people and strange working conditions didn't and couldn't prepare her for was a strong willed six year old that hated bedtime. And clearly, the President of the United States couldn't use much of his experience either because he was completely partaking in these 'Avoid Bedtime' antics. It was a sight watching this distinguished, six foot man, jump on a bed while being smacked with a pillow.

Olivia clears her throat to alert them of her presence and the guilty expressions on both of their faces are priceless, dropping the pillows in their hands like they suddenly burned.

"Fitzgerald Thomas Grant."

It was all she had to say for the duo to climb off of the bed and stand at attention in front of her. It didn't even matter which one she was talking to.

"Mommy, Daddy made me do it. I just wanted to go to bed." Gerry pleads, selling out his father quickly, his mother's eyes staring back at her, watering and accompanied by her signature lip quiver.

Fitz scoffs at the little traitor and shoves him softly.

"You're cute." Olivia smiles at her son, running her hand gently through his tousled hair. "Too bad that that look only works on your pushover father."

"I'm not a pushover." He pipes up, slightly offended, but shrinks back at her glare.

Sometimes he wondered how he could let such a small woman frighten him. He was the man of the house after all. Hell, he was the man of the country but looking back at her in her work attire, he remembered that she had made men that were bigger and more powerful than him disappear. Keeping quiet had nothing to do with fear. He was being smart.

"I told the both of you to be careful with the pillows. They're-"

"Thousand dollar Cuddledown Batiste pillows. We know." The boys finish for her, both of them looking at their matching sock clad feet.

Olivia was three seconds from bursting into laughter. Their expressions were almost identical. Their fingers crossed and barely there eyebrows furrowed in hopes that she wouldn't yell. She could admit to herself that her rules about the new bedding and linens were a bit strict but she'd fallen in love with a few new brands and didn't want them messed up because the boys couldn't control themselves, mainly because they were so expensive.

"Then why are you guys rough housing with them?" She questions, stepping closer to them. "Especially when it's passed bedtime."

Olivia shakes her head and holds her lips together firmly to keep from laughing as they begin to throw out ridiculous excuses, both of them blaming each other. Just listening to the two, it would be hard to pick out who was the six year old and who ran the country.

"Okay, okay. Enough." Olivia shouts over them, trying to capture their attention. "I am willing to forget this little incident if you get in bed right this very second."

Gerry takes off running, jumping into the bed dramatically and throwing the covers over his head.

"What about me?" Fitz whines, looking at her pitifully, his head tilted down in faux sorrow.

She smirks at him and purposefully rests her hands on his lower abdomen, her fingers curling into the waistband of his pajama pants.

"I deal with you later." She purrs lowly into his ear and then walks across the room to sit on the edge their son's bed. "Gerry?"

Olivia shakes the lump under the cover, undeterred by his fictitious snoring.

He pokes his head out, opening one eye at her.

"I'm sleeping, Mommy." He groans and rolls over, closing his eye.

"Wake up for a few seconds."

With her blessing his bright hazel eyes pop open and the covers are thrown around his waist. Olivia laughs at his theatrics, knowing that he got that from her and kisses his forehead softly.

"I love you." She whispers to him, causing him to throw her a big toothless smile.

"I love you, too." He throws back quickly, still hyped up from the impromptu pillow playtime.

"Don't let Daddy talk you into any more pillow fights, okay? I wouldn't want him to get you in trouble."

Gerry laughs loudly at that as he eyes his father across the room who's shaking his head and rolling his eyes.

"I won't." He giggles, sitting up to whisper in her ear. "Daddy's a really bad influence when you're at work. I bet I could make a more better president 'cause Daddy didn't even tell me to go to bed at my bedtime like you do."

Olivia nods her head at him and lays him back down in the bed.

"I'll be sure to remember that when you're old enough to be president. Maybe we can include it in one of your speeches." Olivia agrees, tucking the covers back around his body. "For now, though, you're still a six year old little boy that has school tomorrow and it's time for bed."

He closes his eyes and nods at her whispering another 'I love you'.

Olivia smiles at his still form and makes her way to the door, gesturing Fitz with her eyes to follow suit when Gerry chimes from his bed.

"You too, Daddy."

Fitz shakes his head at the tardiness of the statement but says nothing to contradict it.

"I love you, too, Buddy. Go to bed, now before I get in more trouble."

Gerry chuckles at his dad but doesn't say another word and keeps his eyes shut.

Olivia turns off the lights and then shuts the door, leaving couple face to face in the wide corridor. Having not seen her since the sun rose, Fitz leans down for a kiss when Olivia pulls away and starts leading him to their room.

"Nuh-uh Mr. President. You've been a bad boy." She throws over her shoulder saucily. "You know how I feel about the pillows and you know how I feel about bedtime being adhered to."

Fitz says nothing but follows obediently as she guides them into their bedroom and pushes him to sit on the edge of the bed.

"I think that you need be punished." She smirks, beginning to take off her clothes.

Fitz sits back to watch her, completely mesmerized. Maybe he'd break the rules more often.