"James! I told you not to rip the head off that Barbie," Olivia yelled at her son. "Apologize to your sister."
James looked down at his feet. "Sorry, Carly."
Olivia fed the children their dinner and waited for Fitz to come home. He had been gone a week for the opening of his shelter for women in D.C. and because Liberty, James, and Carly were sick with the flu, Olivia had to stay home in Vermont. Fitz had said that he would stay if she wanted but she insisted that he go.
She put all three children to bed and worked on the jam she was making.
"Hi, Livie," Fitz said as he kissed her neck from behind her.
"Hi. I'm glad you're home," Liv said as she turned around to see him.
"I missed you too. How were the kids?"
"Great. They missed you too. How did the opening go?"
"It's sad how many homeless people there are in D.C. We were full the very first night. So many children. They want to open another on the other side of the city. I told them to go for it. How are you though?"
"I'm good, I just want to finish this jam and then we can go to bed."
"I told you that you'd have it."
"Have what?"
"Our children, me, jam, the house, everything. I promised you that you would have it."
"And I'm glad you followed through."