one early sunday morning, olivia made her way down the stairs and into the kitchen of the beautiful vermont mansion that fitz had built for her. the sun was just beginning to rise and it was shining through the kitchen window. she peeked out to look at the view of the mountains in the distance, and she yawned. her husband, former president fitzgerald thomas grant III, was still asleep in bed. he had been up late the night before getting some paperwork done and cleaning up around the house for his wife. olivia placed a hand on her growing belly and smiled as she felt their unborn children moving around inside of her.
“good morning, mommy’s babies. let’s cook breakfast for daddy.”
she gathered up all of the ingredients for waffles and began cooking for him. she cooked bacon and eggs to go with it as well–one of his favorites. the aroma filled the house and traveled upstairs where fitz could smell it as it woke him up. @mr-president-grant