Chapter 2

“I can’t believe you haven’t named this angel yet,” Gwen laughed. Cooing at the newest member of the Lo-Fitz family. “Oh, Sheridan,” she said. Tearing up. “He’s so beautiful. When I think of all that you and Luis went through to get to this point…” Sheridan watched in horror as Gwen began sobbing. She gently laid her newborn son in his basinet and sat on the sofa beside her friend. Tucking her feet up under her and leaning her chin on Gwen’s shoulder. “Gwen,” she ventured. “That’s all over now,” she said. Rubbing Gwen’s back. “I’m home, and I couldn’t be happier,” she smiled. Her blue eyes sparkling with so much happiness, Gwen burst into a fresh set of tears. Feeling completely and utterly ridiculous.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” she mumbled into Sheridan’s shoulder. Then pulling back and dabbing the kleenex Sheridan offered her at her red-rimmed eyes. “I NEVER cry. You know me. But lately…lately I’m in tears at the drop of a hat. Although,” she said sarcastically, “Mother could have something to do with that. She’s making my life a living hell. What am I saying?” she said. Throwing her hands up and getting up from the sofa. Walking over to the window. And watching Luis and Hank and the kids outside. Pelting each other with snowballs. “That can’t be the reason. I’ve survived 30-odd years with her. Why should now be any different?”

Sheridan joined her at the window. Laughing softly as she watched Ali and Jake sneak up behind Hank and clobber him. Hank Bennett wasn’t Hank Bennett anymore. Just plug him in a carrot nose and call him Frosty. “How is she getting along with Hank?” she asked. Waving at her daughter. “Oh, Ali! Watch out!” she yelled. Knowing she couldn’t hear her. But still…she felt the need to protect her. Covering her eyes. Unable to watch. Gwen’s mouth hung open. “That’s my son for you,” she smirked. “Never fights fair. Guess who he learned THAT from?”

“Oh, Mother and Hank are getting along swimmingly,” she said with a smile. “Did I tell you what Hank got her for Christmas?” she asked. Cheeks burning crimson. Sheridan grinned at her. Knowing Hank it had to be good. “A wonder bra,” Gwen said. “As if Mother…Sheridan, have you met anyone else so insane in your life?” she laughed helplessly. Sheridan could only shake her head no. And shake with laughter herself. “Father nearly had a heart attack. You should have seen Jake. I’ve never seen someone’s eyes get so big without popping out. He’s crazy,” she said. Going back to the window to stare at him some more. "But I love the jerk,” she smiled. “God help me…I love him. But I bite his head off all the time now. Oh god!” she exclaimed. Raising a hand to her mouth in horror. “Sheridan! I’m turning into my mother.”

“Gwen,” Sheridan sputtered. “That’s impossible. Rebecca Hotchkiss is one of a kind.” Thank you God, she thought to herself. She sometimes had nightmares about doctors somehow cloning the shrieking woman as an experiment. She shuddered just thinking about it. “It’s not that,” she assured her. “What else is going on? Are you stressed out about Jake being in school this year? Is that it?” “No, no,” Gwen said. “It’s rather odd, though. His teacher calls him a little angel. I find that hard to believe. She must have a whole class full of little demons if she thinks my lovable little monster is an angel,” she laughed goodnaturedly.

"Working too hard lately?" she asked. Feeling an odd sense of deja-vu wash over her as Gwen answered. "Oh goodness, no. I'm lucky if I get in a couple of hours at the office before I go home and curl up on the sofa and fall asleep for a few hours. Daddy told me I sure was lucky. Being the boss's daughter. For the amount of work I've done lately. Or he'd have my butt fired," she said. "Working hard?" she scoffed. "I don't even know what work is lately," she said. Plopping back down on the sofa with a sigh.

Sheridan racked her brain for the answer she knew was just out of arm's reach. She almost had it, too. But then Jake burst through the door. "Look Mom! Dad's the Abominal...the Abdominal...ugh!...he's the giant silly snowman!" Sheridan laughed as Jake stumbled over the words. Squealing when Luis grabbed her close. Kissing her. "Luis! You're freezing!" "What'd you think that kiss was for? I needed some warming up." "Luis, Buddy," Hank said. Slapping him on the back. "Stick to Police Talk. You're just too corny for words. It doesn't suit you, Man."

"Mommy," Ali shivered. Teeth chattering. "I-I-I'm-m-m...f-f-f-r-r-e-e-z-z-i-i-n-n-g." "Oh, Sweetie," she said. Rubbing Ali's pink cheeks with her warm hands. "Why don't you get Daddy to help you out of those wet clothes while I go make us all some hot chocolate? Sound good?" she asked. Kissing the tip of Ali's frozen nose. "Uh huh," she nodded. Reaching for Luis. Luis lifted her easily into his arms. "Come on, Jake. I think we got a change of clothes here for you, too. Let's get you all warm and toasty again, little buddy. Hank? You want me to grab you something?" Luis called over his shoulder. "No, Man. That's okay. I have to heading out again soon. But not before I have some of your wife's fantastic hot chocolate," he said. Pouring on the charm. "Hank," Sheridan laughed. "Flattery will get you everywhere in this house." "Don't I know it," Luis smirked. Barely dodging the pillow Sheridan launched his way. "Hey now! I'm carrying precious cargo here. And that isn't the way to treat the father of your children. You know you love me," he said. His laughter echoing in the halls. "Face it, Sheridan," Gwen laughed. "He's got you right where he wants you." "Yes, he does," she said softly as they walked to the kitchen. He sure did. And she wasn't looking to change anything anytime soon.

Chapter 3

“Stop it,” Ali giggled as Luis blew raspberries on her tummy. “It tickles,” she squealed. Luis ignored her. And continued his torture. Sheridan smiled. Before turning her gaze back to the tiny child cradled in her arms. “Your daddy and big sister are sooo silly,” she laughed. Running a finger gently across her son’s beloved face. “Mommy,” Ali squealed breathlessly. “Make him stop. Please!” she giggled. “Should we rescue your big sister?” The baby gurgled in response, and she hugged him close to her body as she rose from the couch and loomed over her husband and daughter. “Thank you, Mommy,” Ali said as Luis released her. Hugging her mother’s legs.

Sheridan ran a hand over Ali’s long blond hair lovingly. “Can I hold him, Mommy? Please? I promise to be real careful,” Ali pleaded. Her big blue eyes hopeful. Sheridan placed her son in Luis’s outstretched arms and settled against the cushions on the floor. Pulling Ali into her lap. “In a minute, Baby. I want to hold you for a little while first,” she whispered. Threading her fingers through Ali’s hair. “You’re getting so big,” she smiled. “Mommy, I AM four years old,” Ali said seriously. Luis chuckled under his breath. And Ali shot him a funny look. She still hated being laughed at. “I’ll be five soon.”

“Yes, you will,” Sheridan said. Her voice heavy with emotion. Her life was perfect right now. But she still felt pangs of sadness every time she thought of all the time she had missed with her baby girl. “It’s okay, Mommy,” Ali said. Snuggling deeper into Sheridan’s arms. Laying her golden head against her chest. Her tiny fingers playing with the rings her mother wore. Sheridan buried her nose in Ali’s soft hair and inhaled her sweet scent. Grasping the hand that Luis held out and flashing a watery smile his way.

Luis scooted closer. The baby nestled in one arm and held out the other for his two girls. “Come here,” he whispered. Admiring the way the firelight flickered across their features. Sighing in pleasure as his wife rested her chin atop his shoulder, and his daughter curled up against him. ‘I love you’, he thought. Not saying a word. Because it wasn’t necessary. Ali gazed up at him adoringly, and he ruffled her blond hair affectionately. “You have to put your hand behind his head like this,” he demonstrated. “And hold him close. He likes being close,” he said. His brown eyes staring into his daughter’s intently. “You ready, AliCat?”

Ali nodded her head. Opening her arms. A giant smile of awe taking over her entire face as Luis gently placed her brother in them. “Oh,” she breathed. “He’s so little,” she whispered. Kissing his dark head sweetly. “You’re not trouble like Jake said. You’re the sweetest little brother in the world.” Sheridan smiled blissfully at the picture they made. Her family. “Jake didn’t know what he was talking about, did he Daddy?” Luis laughed. “Little brothers and sisters aren’t always the sweetest things in the world,” he said. Repeating her earlier words. “But they’re worth all the trouble they get you into. Jake will find that out. If he ever has a little brother or sister.”

Oh my goodness, Sheridan thought. That’s it. I don’t know why I didn’t think of it before, she thought in embarrassment. Gwen’s pregnant! “Oh he’ll find out alright,” she laughed. Smiling at Luis’s curious look. Her mouth dropping open in shock as Ali said, “I want lots of brothers and sisters.” Luis grinned at her reaction. “I think we can work on that.” Chuckling as she smacked him weakly. “Luis? Ali, sweetie? Don’t you think you’re getting a little bit ahead of yourselves?” she asked. Shooting Luis a warning look. “I don’t think so,” Luis teased. “Wouldn’t that make a great birthday present, AliCat?” “Luis!” she laughed helplessly as he pulled her close. Attacking her with kisses. Ali giggled at her parents. Whispering to her brother. “They’re ALWAYS kissing." The baby waved his arms at her. Grabbing her pinky. Ali shrugged her shoulders and smiled. "I know. But you get used to it."

Chapter 4

“Gwen, I can’t believe you didn’t think about it sooner. I mean, you realized I was pregnant before I did.” She shook her head in embarrassment. Playing with the wedding band on her finger nervously as she waited in Eve’s office. For the results. She groaned as she realized how clueless she had been. Then laughed. She and Sheridan were quite a pair. A woman should be able to tell she was pregnant, shouldn’t she? She smiled sheepishly at the nurse that peeked through the door and told her Eve was on her way. A baby. Another baby, she thought with a smile. Another mini-Hank, she grinned as she pictured a small boy that could be Jake’s twin. Aiding and abetting his father and brother in all their various crimes. She buried her face in her hands at the thought. Laughing helplessly. She was putting in a word with God about giving her a calm, sweet little girl. Three Hank clones around the house would be TOO much.

“Gwen,” Eve said. Opening the door and walking over to sit on the edge of her desk. “The test results are in.” “So…” Gwen asked with trepidation. Well…one half trepidation. Another half hope. Eve smiled at her and said, “Pink or blue?” “What?” Gwen asked in a fog. Eve laughed softly. “Do you want a boy or a girl this time?” “Oh my god,” Gwen whispered. Bringing a hand up to her mouth. Shock on her features. “It’s true. I’m pregnant?” she asked. Eve nodded her head. “Jake’s going to have a little brother or sister in a few short months’ time. Congratulations,” she said. Hugging Gwen as the shock started to wear off and a beautiful smile lit up her face. “Thank you,” Gwen answered dazedly. “Hank,” she gasped. “I have to tell Hank. He’s going to be so surprised,” she said. Walking out the door Eve held open for her. Eve just smiled to herself. Somehow, she wasn’t so sure.

Gwen drove straight home. Not bothering to go the office at all. Daddy would understand. He’d be ecstatic when he learned the news. She couldn’t wait to tell him. But first…first she had to tell Hank. She slipped the key in the lock and turned the knob. Picking up the picture of her, Hank, and Jake that Sheridan had taken just a few weeks ago. She held it close to her heart and eased down against the sofa’s soft cushions. Picking up the phone and dialing a familiar number. “Hi Grace,” she said. “It’s me. Gwen. Listen. Is Hank around? No. No. You don’t have to go get him. Just tell him when he comes in to come home. Okay? I have something important to talk to him about. Thanks Grace. Bye.” She hung up the phone with a sigh.

Not even fifteen minutes later, Hank burst through the front door. Panic written on his boyish features. “What happened? It’s not Jake, is it?” He heaved a huge sigh of relief when she shook her head. “Is it your father? Did he have another heart attack? Is it Becs? I jerk her around a lot, but I’m actually quite fond of the mother-in-law. Who would I have to torture if she bit the dust?” he asked with a questioning half-smile when he saw a smile blossom on her lips. “Well, Babe. Aren’t you going to tell me your important news? I’m dying here. Just imagining all the possibilities. Wait. I know. Ethan saw how great I have it, and he came back begging. Trying to steal you away from me. Tell the little rich boy to stuff it. You’re mine,” he grinned.

“Hank,” Gwen laughed. “I swear. It’s going to be like having three kids in the house instead of two.” “I do my best, Babe. It’s not as easy as it looks…Whoa! Wait a minute. Did you say three?” he asked. Cupping her face in his hands. All traces of fun and games gone from his face. “Three? Did I hear you right?” he asked seriously. Gwen bit her lip. She couldn’t tell if he was pleased with the possibility or not. “Three,” she said. Holding up three fingers. “Hank? You aren’t saying anything,” she said in a tight voice as he removed his hands and started walking around the room. Mumbling under his voice. “Hank? You don’t want another baby,” she said forlornly. Rising from her seat and turning her back on him. Of all the things…she was certain he’d be thrilled at the prospect. Damn, she thought as tears sprung to her eyes. She had at least seven to eight more months of this emotional torture.

She ignored the tear that trailed down her cheek. Not wanting him to know she was crying. Her body stiff when he wrapped his arms around her from behind. “Gwen,” he whispered in her ear. “I love you,” he said. Hauling her more firmly against him. “I love you. And of course, I want another baby. I’ve had my suspicions for a while now, but I didn’t want to say anything,” he said with a smile as she turned around in his arms. He wiped away her tears. Nodding his head as she asked, “You knew? And you didn’t say anything? Ugh!” she groaned. Shoving him in frustration. He laughed and kissed her lips. “I was just waiting for my wife to get a clue of her own. Let me guess. You found out from Sheridan.” Gwen blushed in embarrassment. “Real genius we’re going to have.” She buried her face in his chest. Shaking with laughter.

“You really want another baby?” she asked. Searching his brown eyes. For the truth of his words. And she knew everything was going to be alright when Hank grinned broadly at her. “Hell yeah. This is so cool,” he said. “I’m going to be a Dad again,” he said. His voice full of excitement. “I can’t wait to tell everyone. Jake! What’s my little buddy going to think about this? Won’t he be surprised?” he smiled. “I can’t wait to see the look on his face. He’s going to be a great big brother. Teach the new baby everything he knows. He’s going…Oh, Babe. This is the best news,” he said. Swinging her around in his arms. Laughing at the green look on her face when she yelled, “Bennett! I think I’m going to be sick.” His voice was brimming with excitement and happiness as he glanced once more in her direction then dialed the police station. “Luis, buddy. You owe me twenty bucks. I’m going to be a Dad again.” Gwen watched him from the hallway with a blissful smile on her face. The next few months were going to be anything but boring.

Chapter 5

“Oh, he’s getting so big,” Pilar cooed. Holding her littlest grandson in her arms. “I’m so glad you finally named him, Mijo,” she smiled. “Yeah, Son,” Martin laughed. Slapping Luis on the back. “I was afraid he was going to be the NAMELESS baby for most of his life. Cristian Luis is a good name.” Miguel laughed at the look on his brother’s face. “Seeing as I AM the only man in the house I was outvoted,” Luis grinned. “Ali and Sheridan liked the name a lot more than I did. Thank goodness we compromised. This little guy,” he said. Taking his son from his mother’s arms and smiling as the baby gurgled, “is going to be known as Cris. Don’t you forget that. No girly names for my son,” he muttered under his breath. “What’s that, Luis?” Hank asked jokingly. “I thought I heard you say something else.” Luis glared at him. “Hey, Buddy,” Hank laughed. “I was just kidding. It feels great to have this tiny person named after you, doesn’t it?”

On the opposite side of the room, Gwen sat with Kay and Sheridan on the sofa. Watching Jake and MJ gleefully demolish all of Ali’s handiwork. Her painstakingly built block house. “Mommy!” Ali yelled. Pouting. “They did it AGAIN!” “Ali, come here, sweetie,” Sheridan suggested. Ali complied. Crawling up into her mother’s lap. And looping her arms around her neck. Kissing her sweetly on the cheek. Gwen smiled at the twosome. She would be satisfied…boy or girl…as long as the baby was healthy. BUT she couldn’t help but wish the baby she was carrying would be a little girl. “Jake says you’re having an alien,” Ali stated matter-of-factly. “Ali!” Sheridan gasped in horror. “But Mommy!” Ali said without batting an eyelash. “Jake said the baby’s picture looked just like an alien. He said he’s not having a brother or sister. His mommy’s baby looks just like E.T.” Kay giggled helplessly beside Gwen at the look on Sheridan’s and Gwen’s faces. That was TYPICAL Jake. The little wise guy.

“Ali, sweetheart,” Sheridan explained. “Gwen’s not having an alien,” she told her with a smile. “You looked just like that in your first picture, and you’re not an alien. Are you?” Ali shook her golden head ‘no’. But confusion still shone in her big blue eyes. “Why isn’t your tummy big like Mommy’s was?” she asked curiously. Reaching out a hand and rubbing the tiniest of bumps on Gwen’s stomach. Sheridan just laughed and buried her nose in Ali’s soft blond hair. She’d let Gwen handle this one. “Because I still have a long time ‘til I get to see my baby,” Gwen answered. “Months,” Kay added. “Oh,” Ali said. “You’re not going to let the new baby grow up to be as mean as Jake are you?” she asked seriously. And Kay choked on her diet soda. Spitting it across the room. “Hey!” Jake grumbled. Wiping his face with his sleeve. “Gross!”

“Gwen,” Sheridan apologized. Covering Ali’s mouth with her hand. “I don’t know what’s got into her today. She’s not usually so…” “Honest,” Gwen laughed. “It’s okay,” she said. Smiling broadly at Ali. And removing Sheridan’s hand from her mouth. “Jake IS a little prankster. Takes after his dear old dad,” she said. Looking at Hank across the room. Unable to stop the huge grin that took over her face as he winked at her. “I promise, Ali,” she said. Tugging at a strand of blond hair. Ali grinned adorably at her and slid from Sheridan’s lap. Walking over to Gwen to give her a hug around the neck. Then squealing as Kay grabbed at her. With threats of tickling her silly. Ali darted across the room. Launching herself into her grandfather’s arms. “Grandpa Martin,” she giggled. “Don’t let Aunt Kay get me. Please,” she squealed as Kay crept up on them. “No,” she cried. Squirming free from Martin’s arms and racing away to hide behind Luis’s legs. Kay cackled evilly. “I’ll get you my pretty,” she squeaked. Imitating the Wicked Witch from one of Ali’s favorite movies—The Wizard of Oz.

Pilar watched the whole scene with a blissful look on her face. It was like she’d always imagined it’d be. She cradled Cristian close to her chest as she crossed the room and settled on the couch beside Gwen in the seat Kay had just vacated. MJ toddled over to his grandmother. Spouting baby gibberish. Struggling to climb onto the sofa so that he could better see the baby. Gwen lifted him up into her lap. “Ba-ba,” MJ giggled. Pointing at the tiny child in Pilar’s arms. An expression of pure delight on his sweet little brown face. “What’s so special about babies anyway?” Jake grumbled. Easing closer and closer so that he could get a better look himself. “Babies, babies, babies. Too many babies. Tucker’s mom had a baby at Christmas, and Tucker said he didn’t get ANY presents. They were all for the baby,” Jake muttered. Crossing his arms. “And they gave his room to his pesky little sister, too. When Dylan’s mom had her baby, they had to move back into his grandma’s house. I don’t want to go back to Grandma’s house,” Jake said. “You can’t make me,” he yelled. Running from the room. Hank following close behind.

“Still not warming up to the idea, huh?” Sheridan asked quietly. A sympathetic expression on her face. “Nope,” Gwen sighed. Rubbing MJ’s dark curls and placing a tiny kiss on his head. Before placing him in Kay’s outstretched arms. “He’s just scared the new baby’s going to take his place,” Pilar placated. “But it’ll pass once he sees that’ll never happen. "I hope so," Gwen said. Getting to her feet and walking down the hall. Stopping just outside Theresa's old bedroom and leaning against the doorframe. Watching Hank with their son. "Little buddy," she heard Hank say. "The new baby's not going to take your place. I promise. And don't worry about having to move back into Grandma's house. Trust me. That is NOT going to happen. I'll become a ballerina and tour around the world first," he joked. And she cracked up at the insane image of Hank in a tiny pink tutu and pink tights. "Dad!" Jake laughed as Hank threw him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and barreled down the hall. She smiled at Sheridan when she flashed a brilliant smile her way and mouthed 'See?' Maybe...maybe she was right.

Chapter 6

"Mommy," Ali giggled, "He’s so chubby." Sheridan laughed as she ran the soft cloth over Cristian’s dimpled body. "Your sissy’s right," she cooed. "Mommy’s little boy is getting so big. Yes, he is," she smiled. As Cristian broke into a toothless smile, and his big dark eyes lit up. She gently washed the rest of the baby shampoo out of his wispy dark hair and said, "Ali, sweetie, would you get me a towel?" "Okay, Mommy," Ali replied sweetly. Walking across the room and bringing back the fluffiest towel. Only the best for her little brother. "Here, Mommy," she said. Holding it. Sheridan wrapped Cristian in the towel snugly and brought him close. Rubbing a hand over his downy head and kissing it. "Mommy!" Ali said excitedly. "Somebody’s at the door." "Ali, baby. Don’t open the door until I get there," she called as her daughter raced out of the room.

"Ali," she chided with a smile on her face as she walked into the living room. "I thought I told you to wait." "But Mommy," Ali said from Chad’s arms. "I knew who it was." "Your Moms’ right, Squirt," Chad admitted. Tweaking Ali’s button nose and making her start giggling anew. "She’s a smart cookie." "Chad," Sheridan smiled. Bussing his cheek. "This is a nice surprise. I didn’t know you were in town." "Just passing through. Thought I’d drop in and say hi to you folks. Check on my little cousin here," he said. Grinning at Cristian. "Did I catch you at a bad time?" "No," she rushed to assure him. "We just finished giving this little guy a bath, didn’t we Ali?" Chad chuckled. "I should have guessed," he said. Pointing to Sheridan’s soaked blouse. Sheridan looked down at her messy state. Then back at Chad. And smiled slightly. "Mind watching him while I go change?" she asked. Settling him in Chad’s arms without giving him time to answer. "Um, Auntie," Chad called after her sarcastically, "I don’t know nothing about no babies." Her blue eyes twinkled as she backed out of the room. "Ask Ali. She’s an expert."

"So…Squirt. Your brother here needs some clothes. He’s a handsome fella, but the towel’s not the way to go," Chad said. Shifting Cristian awkwardly in his arms. Ali grinned and slid her tiny hand in Chad’s larger one. Pulling him down the hall toward the nursery. She let go of his hand and ran over to the changing table. Producing a diaper. "You have to put one of these on him first," she said. Blue eyes wide and serious at the panicked look on Chad’s face. "You do know how to put it on, don’t you?" she asked. "Um…yeah," Chad said with false bravado. He knew about diapers. Everybody knew about diapers. He just hadn’t ever put one on a kid before. He opened the diaper up. Then unwrapped the cooing child in his arms from the towel carefully. Warily. "You have to be…" Chad grimaced as he felt something warm and wet hit the front of his shirt. "Careful," Ali giggled. "Don’t be embarrassed," she whispered conspiratorially. "He does that to Daddy ALL the time." Chad cracked up at the mental image that popped into his head.

"Is everything going alright?" Sheridan asked. Waltzing into the room with a fresh tee-shirt on. She laughed when she got a closer look. "I’m sorry, Chad. Here. Let me take him. I should have warned you first." "No," Chad said with determination. "I can do this. I ain’t afraid of some l’il baby," he boasted. Finally succeeding with the diaper. "Man," he said with a shake of his head. "You got some aim there, kid." Ali giggled. Hiding behind her mother’s legs. "Ethan said the same thing." Sheridan took Cristian from Chad’s arms. Laughing. "Ethan’s become quite adept at ducking. Wait right here. I’ll go get you another shirt to put on." Chad smiled after the little trio.

"Have you seen Eve?" she asked quietly. Later as they sat side by side on the sofa. Watching Ali scribble contentedly. She was making Luis an Ali original for when he came home from work. "Not yet," Chad divulged with a sigh. "It’s weird. Of all the people…I never expected to find out Eve Russell was my moms. I think that was an even bigger shock than finding out I was a Crane by blood. What would old man Crane have to say about me if he was alive?" he asked. Retrieving the pacifier that had popped out of Cristian’s mouth. "Nothing good, I’m afraid," Sheridan said apologetically. "As it is, I’m sure he’s turning in his grave now." "Yeah," Chad chuckled. "If he weren’t already dead, the old crone would probably die of a heart attack when I showed up on his doorstep." Sheridan laughed quietly at Chad’s words. Truer words had never been spoken. "But we’ll never know, will we?" he said to no one in particular as he got to his feet and gazed out the window.

"Chad," Sheridan spoke softly. "Stay for dinner." "Please," Ali pouted. Chad looked back and forth at their twin faces. Unable to disappoint them. "You’re not cooking, are you?" he teased. Smiling as Ali squealed in delight and latched herself onto his legs. Looking up at him with those enormous blue eyes. "No," Sheridan laughed goodnaturedly. "Luis is bringing take-out home when he picks up Theresa from the airport. And don’t back out," she warned. Noticing the funny look on his face. "Theresa’ll love seeing you. She’s going to stay with us for a few days. I’m sure she’ll enjoy catching up with an old friend," she said. Leaving no room for arguments. "Please say you’ll stay," she said. An expression identical to Ali’s on her face. Cristian cradled in her arms. Completely knocked out. "Okay," he said hesitantly. "I’ll stay. But you have to PROMISE you won’t even go in the kitchen. Last time you nearly killed me. All of us," he exaggerated. "Oh, you," she rolled her eyes as she carried the baby to his room. "Hush up. Nobody ever died from my cooking." When she was out of hearing range, Ali looked at him solemnly and whispered, "But MissPriss nearly did." Ali’s blue eyes flashed with confusion as Chad rolled with laughter. "What?" she asked. Arms crossed defensively. "Priceless, Squirt. You’re priceless."

Chapter 7

"Aunt Theresa!" Ali squealed happily. Throwing her arms around Theresa’s neck and planting tiny little kisses all over her face. "I’ve missed you!" she exclaimed with a grin. Theresa smiled back at her. Pulling her long blond hair back from her face. "Wow! Miss Ali! You’re such a big girl now." Ali smiled proudly. And nodded her head. "I know." Chad chuckled to himself. The kid was something else. "Chad," Theresa said in surprise. "I didn’t know you were going to be here." "That’s aight. Neither did Sheridan. I kinda dropped in unannounced. And ‘Auntie’ here wouldn’t hear of me leaving. Basically threatened me into staying for dinner."

"Chad," Sheridan laughed. "I did not. He’s lying, Theresa," she said with a smile. "Hi Chad," Luis waved in greeting. Setting Theresa’s bags down in the floor with a sigh of relief. "What do you have in here, Theresa? A dead body?" Luis teased. Grabbing Ali from her arms and swinging her around in the air. "Daddy!" Ali giggled helplessly. "You’re making me dizzy!" "No," Theresa said. Rolling her eyes at her brother. "Presents," she divulged. Smiling as Ali’s face lit up in pleasure. "For you," she said. Tickling Ali’s ribs. "And for your brother. Where IS that brother of yours?" she asked.

"Down for the count, I’m afraid," Sheridan said. "He’s just as stubborn as his daddy. Fought it every step of the way," she smiled. Wrapping her arms around Luis’s waist and looking up at him adoringly. Theresa beamed at them. They were so happy. And she was so happy for them. "He just couldn’t keep his little eyes open. Sorry," she apologized. "No problem," Theresa said. "I’ll see him in the morning. And for the next week." "A free babysitter," Luis whispered in Sheridan’s ear. She swatted him playfully. Laughing.

"So Luis…Man. Where’s that food Sheridan promised?" Chad piped up. Clapping his hands together. "Yeah, Daddy," Ali said. Tugging on his hand. "We’re hungry," she said. Rubbing her tummy. "Been starving the troops again, Honey?" Luis teased. Enjoying the fire that sparked in Sheridan’s eyes. "No," she pouted. "I offered them food, but somebody," she said. Looking at Ali. "Somebody told Chad my cooking was toxic." Luis howled with laughter. "But baby," he said. Pulling her to him and kissing the tip of her nose. "Miss Priss DID nearly die. We just got the veterinarian’s bill last week. Too bad," he finished. Mumbling under his breath. "We could have been rid of that pain in the ass."

"Luis! I thought I told you...not in front of Ali," she said. Bringing her voice down to a whisper. "I'm sorry," he grinned. "Correction. Pain in the A-S-S," he said. Spelling it out. "Mommy!" Ali gasped. "Daddy said a bad word." Luis looked to Sheridan in shock. "When did she learn how to do that?" he whispered. "And HOW..." "Jake," Sheridan muttered. Rubbing her forehead tiredly. "This Jake character is just full of tricks, isn't he?" Chad laughed. "Yeah," Luis smirked. "That's Hank's son for you. Have you heard the news? Gwen's expecting another little terror in a few months. Hank's on cloud nine."

Theresa smiled. She could just picture the look on Hank's face. Jake--little mischief maker that he was--could do NO wrong in his eyes. Chip off the ole block, he always boasted. She wondered what he'd do...what Jake'd do...if Gwen had a baby girl. She laughed at the thought. Either way...she kinda felt sorry for Gwen. She was going to have her hands full. Overflowing. She sighed. She wouldn't mind having her hands full. Success wasn't all it was cracked up to be unless you had someone to share it with.

Sheridan noticed the wistful expression on Theresa's face and decided to change the subject again. "You know what, Theresa? I don't think it'd hurt if you visited with Cristian now. Otherwise, he'll keep us ALL up the entire night. What do you say?" she asked with a smile. "I'd like that," Theresa answered. "You and Chad start dinner without us 'women'," Sheridan said. Sweeping her giggling daughter up onto her hip. "Just don't eat it all. Men are such pigs," she called over her shoulder in a teasing voice. "Aren't they, Theresa?" Theresa's only response was laughter. Chad shook his head at the expression of pure happiness on Luis's face as he said, "They're something else, aren't they?" "Can't argue with that, Man," he answered. "I sure can't argue with that."

Chapter 8

"There’s my beautiful wife," Luis grinned. Wrapping his arms around Sheridan’s waist from behind. "I was almost ready to send a search party out for you," he whispered. Kissing her bare shoulder. "Blame it on those beautiful, maddeningly stubborn children of ours, Buster. Ali refused to let Theresa read her bedtime story to her. I had to do it. And Cristian…he doesn’t want to miss a thing," she said. "Smart kids," Luis laughed. Nuzzling her neck. Smiling when she shivered. "It’s you, Baby. Neither of them wants to let you out of their sight. "They love their mommy," he said. Trailing his lips along her jawline. "Just as much as I do," he said. "Have I told you lately?" he asked. Turning her around in his arms.

Sheridan’s blue eyes sparkled in the soft lamplight. "I think maybe once or twice," she teased. "Once or twice? That’s all? I’m getting a little behind on my most important job. Letting you know each and every day how much I love you, how happy I am to have you back in my life. Sheridan…you AND the children are my life," he said in a more serious voice. "I don’t know what I’d do if…" "Shh," she soothed. "You won’t ever have to find out. I’M not going anywhere," she told him. Brushing her lips against his tenderly.

"Thank you," he smiled. Framing her face with his hands and kissing her forehead. "I don’t know what got into me. I guess…things are just TOO perfect, you know? Almost too good to be true." Sheridan smiled at him. "I know exactly what you mean. But it is REAL. It’s not a dream. But…just in case," she smirked. Running her hands down to his backside. And giving him a good pinch. Luis laughed. Pulling her closer. "All that worrying for nothing. I have a better way to prove this," he said, glancing around the room and back at her, "is real." "Oh yeah," Sheridan challenged. "Sounds interesting. Care to let me in on the secret?"

"My pleasure," Luis said in a low voice. Backing her up against the closed door and crushing his lips to hers. "Much better," Sheridan said shakily. Her hands traveling down his smooth stomach and pausing at the waistband of the pajama pants he wore. "Luis," she said. Moistening her lips with her tongue. "This isn’t such a good idea. Not right now. Theresa’s just down the hall. And Chad’s camped out in the living room. There are limits to how…Luis," she rushed. Her cheeks slightly pink with embarrassment. "These walls aren’t soundproof." Luis released the breath he’d been holding. A sly smile on his face as he leaned close and whispered in her ear. "Luis!" she laughed. Shoving him away. "You’re too much sometimes," she smiled. "I’m going to go get a glass of water. You need anything?" "The only thing I want," he groaned, "is what I can’t have."

She shut the door behind her. Her soft laughter echoing down the hall. "Chad," she said in surprise when she saw that he wasn’t asleep at all. Wide awake actually. And staring at the open book in his lap with what could only be described as fascination. "Oh. Sheridan," he said. Jumping to his feet. Tucking the book out of sight. She studied him curiously. "It’s alright, Chad. You don’t have to hide it. It’s only natural to have this desire to know," she said. Reaching around him and picking up the book. A picture album. A Crane picture album. She opened the album. And was met by the steely, unfeeling eyes of Alistair Crane. Her father.

"You know," she said softly. Lowering herself down to the sofa’s softness. "My father was a horrible man. Almost inhuman. But I can’t…I couldn’t bring myself to throw away his picture," she admitted quietly. "It’s the only picture I have of him. There’s no excuse, Chad," she said. Her blue eyes locking into his. "No excuse for what he did to you. To Julian. Eve. He was a hateful, uncaring man. And his picture doesn’t belong in here," she said. Removing it slowly. "Why don’t you do the honors?" she suggested. Holding the photo out and nodding her head at the crackling fire. Chad took the picture from her trembling hand with a hesitant smile. Crossed the room. Knelt in front of its warmth. Looked into his Grandfather’s eyes once more. And placed the picture in the flames.

"Well," Sheridan said. Breaking the silence that had descended on them. "I bet that felt good," she laughed softly. Chad laughed with her. Though he could see the smile on her lips didn’t reach her eyes. "Better than I ever imagined. Now…why don’t you help me out here?" he said. Pointing to the album in her lap. "I was looking in this book here before when it dawned on me…I have NO idea who these people are. And that ain’t right. They’re my family. Just like you," he smiled. "I’m curious. I want to get to know them. ALL of them. So…what do you say?" he asked.

"Okay," Sheridan said. "But first you have to promise me something." "A catch? Man. There’s always a catch. Is that a Crane family trait?" he teased. "Wiseguy," she cracked. Blue eyes twinkling. "I’m being serious here, Chad. I want you to promise me that you’ll at least give Eve a chance. I mean, really. She deserves it. She’s your mother, Chad. She loves you. And don’t start with the arguments," she warned when he opened his mouth. "You raise some legitimate points. But…do you really want to hold on to this…do you really want to keep her at arm’s length for the rest of your life? She made some mistakes. We all do. Come on, Chad. You gave me a chance. Quite a leap of faith, don’t you think? And I…at least I hope…turned out not to be so bad," she smiled. "Do we have a deal?" she asked. Offering her hand. He mulled it over for a few minutes. Before grasping her hand and shaking on it. "Deal. You drive a hard bargain. And for the record…you’re not so bad at all. Not so bad," he said. Smiling at her. "What are you waiting for? We don’t have all night," he pointed to the album. Luis hugged Theresa close as they watched the unlikely couple. Everything was almost too good to be true.

Chapter 9

"I want you to be good for Aunt Theresa, sweetie. You promise?" Sheridan asked Ali. Securing the ribbon in her long blond hair. "I promise," Ali said sweetly. "Mommy? Why can’t you go with us?" she pouted. "Ali, baby," she began. Brushing her knuckles across Ali’s soft cheek. "I thought I explained all this. Mommy’s got an interview today. You like the Youth Center, don’t you?" Ali nodded her head. Her blue eyes shining with confusion. "I’m going to talk with a nice man about getting a job there. Being the director." "What’s a director?" Ali asked. "What will you do?"

"I can answer that, Ali," Theresa said. Walking into the Ali’s bedroom with Cristian settled on her hip. "That means your mommy’s going to be in charge. Wouldn’t that be great?" she smiled. "I guess," Ali whispered. Her little face downcast. "But Mommy…who would stay with Cristian and me? I don’t want a babysitter." Sheridan pulled Ali into her arms and hugged her tight before answering her question. "Sometimes Nana would stay with you. And sometimes…sometimes I’d take you and your brother to work with me." "Really?" Ali asked skeptically. Hope in her childish voice. "Really," Sheridan assured her. Smiling when Ali heaved a huge sigh of relief. "Better?" she asked. Giving Ali Eskimo kisses. "All better," Ali giggled.

"Thank you for doing this, Theresa," she said later. As she made sure her son was buckled in securely in his carseat. Ali, too. "No problem," Theresa smiled. Hugging her in goodbye. "I love these two," she said. Winking at Ali. "And you don’t have to worry. I would NEVER let anything happen to them. So…quit being such a worrywart. They’ll be fine," she said. Sheridan laughed softly. "I guess I AM worrying too much. I…" "I know," Theresa said. Taking her hand in hers and squeezing it reassuringly. "Mommy," Ali giggled when Sheridan hugged her fiercely once again. "Sorry, baby," she whispered. Committing Ali’s smiling blue eyes to memory. She couldn’t explain it. But something just felt…off. "You know Mommy loves you, don’t you sweetheart?" An adorable smile lit up Ali’s face as she said, "Always." "And forever," Sheridan added. Tears in her eyes. "Sheridan," Theresa chided gently as she cranked the car. "Remember what I said."

Theresa watched Sheridan’s figure fade in the distance as she drove away. To the mall. "So…Miss Ali…where do you want to go first?" "The toy store!" Ali squealed excitedly. Theresa giggled at her niece’s reflection in the rearview mirror. "The toy store it is," she said with a smile. "How about a little music?" she asked. Turning on the radio and searching for a good station. She stopped looking when she heard Ali’s sweet voice singing softly in the backseat. She was amazed to learn she knew ALL the words. The smile on her face grew as she joined her in song. And before she knew it…they were there.

Ali waited patiently while she strapped Cristian in his stroller. Slipping her tiny hand in hers. Her face lighting up with awe when they walked inside the bustling building. It was dizzying, and Theresa began to think that maybe they should have just gone to the park. Somewhere calmer. "Oh, Aunt Theresa!" Ali exclaimed. Tugging on her hand. "There’s Jake’s mommy! Can we go see her?" Theresa looked up, and her eyes connected with Gwen’s from a few feet away. She couldn’t ward off the rush of memories when she saw her. Reminders of how young and naïve she’d been. "Okay," she said slowly. Realizing the past was in the past.

Ali took off running before she could say another word. And Theresa had to laugh at the look of surprise and shock on Gwen’s face when Ali threw her arms around her legs. "Hi to you, too, Ali," she laughed. Rubbing her rounded tummy self-consciously as she looked at her and said, "Hi, Theresa." The moment was a bit awkward to say the least, and Theresa was actually thankful when Cristian start fussing. She unbuckled him and carefully brought him close to her chest. Stroking his back soothingly. Gradually his cries quieted. "You're good with him, Theresa," Gwen said softly. She shot Gwen a grateful smile as before continuing to hum lullabies to her nephew. Pleased when Gwen smiled back, and in that moment, she felt really silly for labeling Gwen the 'enemy' all those years ago.

"Oh god," she heard Gwen mutter under her breath, and she turned to see what or who had caused such a reaction. Cringing when she saw none other than Rebecca Hotchkiss. Ali tugged at her shirt nervously. "Aunt Theresa," she whispered. "I don't like her. She scares me." "Ali," Theresa hushed. "Oh don't worry about it," Gwen said. "She has that effect on a lot people. Myself included sometimes. I don't know what possessed me to actually invite her today. It's not like she's thrilled with the fact that I'm carrying Hank's child. Again," she sighed. As Rebecca got closer and closer. "Theresa...I would advise you to leave," she warned. "This isn't going to be pretty." But it was too late.

"Well, well. If it isn't the little gold-digging tramp that stole my daughter's fiance all those years ago. Fancy you showing your face again in this town," Rebecca sneered. "Mother!" Gwen gasped. Theresa glared at the older woman. Then leaned down and looked into Ali's blue eyes. "Sweetie. Why don't you go over there to the toy store? Okay? Stay where I can see you," she called as Ali followed her instructions. Theresa waited until she was out of earshot before saying anything. "Ms. Hotchkiss," she said. Handing Cristian to Gwen. "I'm not saying what I did all those years ago was right. Far from it. But that was years ago. I've moved on. We've all moved on. And I don't appreciate you talking to me like that in front of my brother's children. At least have the decency not to do that."

"Decency," Rebecca mocked. "I can't believe I'm hearing this. From you of all people." Theresa looked down at her feet. Some of what she was saying was striking a chord. But...she wasn't evil. And she wanted the woman to see that. "I've already apologized. What more do you want? Is it not enough that I've had to live with my actions all this time? I'm alone. There's no one in my life. Because I feel guilty. That I resorted to such..." "Well, you should feel guilty," Rebecca shrieked. "You lying, conniving..." "Mother!" Gwen yelled. "It's over. Like Theresa said. And I'm much happier with Hank than I ever was with Ethan. Can't you see that?" she practically yelled. "Stop this stupid fighting. Now. You're scaring the baby," she said. Kissing Cristian's downy head in an effort to calm him. As if to prove her point, Cristian began wailing in earnest. Drawing the curious stares of onlookers. Rebecca shut her mouth. Embarrassed by the unwanted attention. And Theresa took Cristian back from Gwen desperately trying to quiet his cries. This wasn't how her day with him and Ali was supposed to turn out. Oh no, she thought. Panic rising in her heart as she glanced over to the last place she had seen Ali. She wasn't there. She was gone. "Oh my god!" she gasped. Running toward the store. "Ali! Ali! Ali, where are you?!?!"

Chapter 10

"Ali! Sweetie, don’t do this to me. You’re scaring your aunt Theresa, baby," she cried. Frantically searching the toy store. Cristian was screaming at the top of his lungs. People looked at her strangely. Warily. She ran down the aisles. Her heart stopping with every little blond head she saw. None of them was her. "Here," she barely registered hearing Rebecca say. Holding out her arms for Cristian. "I’ll hold him," she said forcefully. "Theresa," she sighed. "Give him to me. You can’t look for her with him screaming in your face like that, and you know it."

She noticed Gwen talking to the manager of the store, and it was obvious she was telling him what Ali looked like. Asking him questions. She kissed Cristian’s forehead and thrust him into Rebecca’s arms. Racing outside to the throng of people. She couldn’t have gone far. She wouldn’t wander off like that. She knew better. She knew better, she thought with a pang. Trying to ward off the tears she felt stinging her eyes. She’d broken her promise to Sheridan. It was all her fault.

She jerked when she felt a hand on her arm. "Excuse me, m’am," he said. And she looked up into kind gray eyes. "I need to ask you some questions," he said. Taking out a notepad. "Give me a description of the little girl. Where you last saw her. How long she’s been missing." She ran her hands through her hair nervously. Speaking softly. Closing her eyes and picturing Ali the last time she saw her. "She’s a beautiful, beautiful little girl. Blue eyes. Long blond hair. It’s tied up with a red ribbon today, though. In a ponytail," she babbled.

"Four years old. Nearly five. She’s so proud," she said tremulously. Tears shining in her eyes. "Said she was a big girl. But she's just a baby. About this tall," she said. Indicating with her hands Ali’s height. "What was she wearing?" he asked after taking all that down. "Jeans. A red sweater. And this really cute little black jacket. I’m sorry. I’m having trouble…" "It’s okay," he reassured her. "Take your time." "Time? Time! Too much time’s passed already," she said. Her voice rising with every word. "I haven’t seen her in almost twenty minutes. Since I told her to…It’s all my fault. I never should have…I never," she broke off. Sobbing.

The man left her alone then. To make a call on his cell phone. She could barely make out his garbled voice giving a description of Ali to the person on the other end. This was a nightmare. A complete and utter nightmare. "Theresa," Gwen said softly. "Theresa," she repeated. Placing her hands on her shoulders and leading her away from the curious crowd. "It’s not your fault. They’re going to find her. I just know they will. I called Hank. He’s on his way with Sam. He promised to call Luis for me. Do you know where Sheridan is?" she asked gently. "She needs to know."

"She had an interview about the director’s job at the Youth Center today," she said numbly. "She was worried something was going to go wrong today, but I convinced her everything would be alright. I lied. I lied to her, Gwen," she said. Raising her red eyes to the other woman. And for the first time, she noticed the wetness in her own eyes as she looked at her. Sympathetically. "Theresa," she said softly. "Theresa…"

"Gwen! Babe, what happened?" Hank asked in concern. Taking his wife in his arms. "Have they found her yet?" he queried. His brown eyes darting back and forth between them. "They’re looking," Rebecca said. Joining them. She glared at Hank when he sent a stunned look her way. And hugged Cristian closer. He was still crying. But more softly now. "They have every security man in this mall looking for that little girl." "Marty and a few of the other guys are searching for her, too," Sam added. "Ali’s very special to a lot of people."

"Luis?" Theresa whispered. "Does he know?" she asked. Staring into Hank’s brown eyes. Hank nodded his head. "He went to get Sheridan. Break the news to her." "Is he...?" "Your brother's trying to play it cool. But I'm not going to lie to you, Theresa," Hank said. Releasing Gwen from his grasp and walking over to her. Taking her hands in his. "He's scared. He loves that little girl. She's all he had when Sheridan was missing all those years."

She lowered her head. The truth of his words making it hurt even more. Ali was the only thing that kept Luis alive when he thought Sheridan was dead. And she'd lost Luis'--and Sheridan's--most precious possession. She'd never forgive herself if something happened. Never. And she had to wonder as she looked up and saw her brother leading Sheridan through the crowd...would THEY ever forgive her? All hope seemed lost when the kind man that had questioned her before walked toward them slowly. Carrying the tiny black jacket. Her heart sank as she saw the red ribbon flutter to the ground behind him. And Sheridan's screams echoed in her ears.

Chapter 11

“Sheridan. Mija? Can I get you anything?” Pilar asked softly. Kneeling down in front of her. Her heart broke at the hollow look in Sheridan’s blue eyes. She hadn’t said a word since they’d left the mall. After hours of searching, the police had finally determined that whoever had taken Ali was nowhere to be found. Gone from the mall. Probably long gone. Pilar swallowed the lump in her throat and reached to take Sheridan’s hands in her own. “Here. Let me take that,” she said. Taking the red satin ribbon from her.

Luis had told her in a broken voice that mall security had found the ribbon and Ali’s jacket in one of the restrooms. “Pilar,” Sheridan whispered. “What if she’s cold?” she asked in a tiny voice. “Oh Pilar. I can’t bear to think of her being scared. She’s just a baby,” she sobbed. Pilar’s own eyes flooded with tears as she took Sheridan in her arms. Gently rocking her back and forth. “Shh. We’ll find her, Mija. We will. And until then…God will be watching over her. Do you believe me?” Sheridan stared at her with pain-filled blue eyes. “I want to,” she whispered shakily. “I want to so badly.”

Cristian’s cries echoed in the silent home, and Sheridan rose to her feet. But Pilar stilled her with a comforting hand. “I’ll go check on him,” she said. And Sheridan watched as the woman she considered a mother walked down the hall to the nursery. Cristian, she’d heard Theresa tell Martin earlier, had been crying almost nonstop since Ali had disappeared. He was only a baby. Yet she couldn’t help but think her sweet little son knew. He knew his sister was gone. And he missed her. They ALL did, she thought miserably. As she opened the door to Ali’s bedroom and slipped inside. If she closed her eyes, she could almost feel her presence in the room with her.

She walked slowly over to Ali’s small twin bed and smiled tenderly as she spied her favorite teddy bear. Hugging it close and burying her nose in its softness. Her throat grew tight with new tears. She could still smell her. She wrapped her arms around herself and gave in to the tears once more. Curling up on the bed. Why was this happening? Why now? Hadn’t she been through enough? Ali’s young life was filled with so much pain thus far. She’d thought they were finally past that. Everything was going perfectly, she thought. Shutting her eyes tightly. Ali was everywhere in this room. And instead of making her feel better, it only made her miss her more. Memories assaulted her when she closed her eyes.

*****She closed the door behind her and let out the breath she'd been holding almost all day. "Mommy," Ali giggled. "You look like Nana does when Jake goes home." "Ali," she laughed. "What am I going to do with you?" she said scooping her up in her arms and kissing her silly. "What do you say about a nice, relaxing bubble bath, sweetie?"

"Oh Mommy!" she squealed. "I love bubble baths." Grinning at her adorably. Then hugging her neck. Extra tight. "A bubble bath it is," she said. Setting her down on her feet and taking her little hand in hers. And leading her down the hall to the bathroom.

She sighed in pleasure as she sank into the warm water. A smile threatening to take over her entire face as Ali mimicked her every action. Right down to the expression of complete contentment on her little face. "Come here, baby," she whispered. Pulling her tiny body closer and squeezing her tight.

"I love you, Mommy," Ali said sweetly. Cuddling up against her. "I love you, too," she answered. Wiping bubbles on her cute little nose and laughing when she did the same. Soon they were engaged in an all-out bubble war.*****

*****. "Mommy! Aunt Ivy! Look!" In her arms she held an adorable, tiny kitten.

"Ali," Sheridan laughed. "Honey, where did you get this little sweetheart?" she said. Taking the kitten from Ali's arms and cuddling it close. The kitten mewled softly at her. Causing Ali to giggle. "She likes you, Mommy." "You didn't answer my question, Baby. Where'd you get the kitten?"

"Well," she began. A huge grin lighting up her face. Blue eyes twinkling. Another giggle escaping when she looked at Ethan's face. Saw the finger he had raised to his lips. "I can't tell. It's a secret." "A secret, huh?" Ivy laughed. Catching the conspiratorial looks passed between Ethan and Ali. "I bet it's a secret."

"Oh, but it is, Aunt Ivy. I can't tell a soul. I promised," Ali said seriously. One look at Ethan's face, and Sheridan laughed out loud. "You are so busted. You're a terrible liar. Your face is an open book. Not setting a good example for my daughter, either, Ethan. What am I going to do with you two?"

Ethan swept Ali up into his arms and said, "I don't know. What do you think, Ali?" Ali looped her arms around Ethan's neck and said, "We're not in trouble, are we Mommy?" Pouting at her. Ethan wore an identical expression on his face. "Aww. Sheridan. How can you refuse those faces?" Ivy said with a smile.

"I can't," she muttered. Heaving an exaggerated sigh. "Oh, Mommy!" Ali squealed. "Does this mean we can keep her? Please say yes. Please." Sheridan looked at the tiny purring bundle of white fur in her hands to her daughter's hopeful blue eyes. And back at the white bundle. And her heart melted. "Yes. We can keep her."

Ethan set Ali down on her feet. Smiling as she reigned kisses on Sheridan's face and hugged her tightly about the neck. "Thank you, Mommy. Thank you. I can't wait to take her home. What are we going to name her? Where is she going to sleep? Can she sleep in my bed with me? Oh, I can't wait to show her to Jake. He'll be so jealous."

"Ali," she laughed. "Baby, that's not very nice." "Well, he not very nice to me, either. He's been bragging about the fish his dad bought him. But I think a kitten's much better. Isn't it, Aunt Ivy?”*****

*****"Mommy," Ali pouted. Indignant tears pooling in her big blue eyes. "Nana says she's going to wash my mouth out with soap. I don't want her to do it, Mommy. Make her wash Daddy's mouth out, too," she said in a tiny, trembling voice. One fat tear spilling over and trailing down her cheek.

"Oh, sweetie," Sheridan soothed. Taking her upset daughter in her arms and rubbing her back in comforting circles as Ali wrapped herself around her. "Nana just doesn't want you saying ugly words," she said. Wiping Ali's tears away from her silky cheeks.

"She did the same thing to me when I was little like you." "She did?" Ali sniffled. Looking back and forth from her mother to her grandmother. "Yeah, she did," Sheridan said. A slight smile on her face.

"But Nana's a big softie. She just said that to scare me," she whispered in Ali's ear. "I bet if you gave her a big kiss and a hug and promised never to say it again, she'd forget all about it."

"Really?" Ali whispered. Hope shining in her eyes. "Really," Sheridan said. Tapping Ali's cute little nose with her finger. "Why don't you try it," she said. Setting Ali on her feet. Smiling as she watched Pilar lift Ali up in her arms and hug her close. *****

*****"Daddy, it's so pretty," Ali said in awe. Pointing at the horizon. At the sunset. "Not as pretty as my two girls," he said. Pulling her more firmly against him. Looking at them both with such adoration it warmed Sheridan's heart.

Luis set Ali on her feet. And she ran to the waves. Joyfully running back and forth along the shoreline. Squealing as they surged toward her. Spraying her with their mist. "Ali! Be careful, sweetie," she called. Sinking back into his arms. He wrapped his arms around her from behind as they watched their daughter play.

She leaned even further back into his embrace and sighed in contentment when he placed a gentle kiss on her neck. Whispered "I love you" in her ear. She looped her arm back behind her. Caressing his face. "I love you, too," she breathed. "Thank you for bringing me here. With Ali. How did you know exactly what I needed?"

"I know you. You're worth a million of your father, Sheridan. Don't ever forget that. A lot of people love you. Our friends. Our family. Me. And Ali," he said. Laughing as the tiny person whose name just escaped his lips came running towards them. Her long blond hair damp. Tangled from the wind.

"Mommy! Daddy! Look what I found," she said excitedly. Proudly showing off the shells in her little hand. Her blue eyes sparkled and her hair shone like gold in the waning sun. "Looks like you found treasure, AliCat," he said. Grinning at her enthusiasm. She grinned at him in return. Her smile impossibly big. And infectious. She laid the shells down, and crawled into her mother's arms. Snuggling close to her. Close to her warmth. He wrapped his arms about both of them. Watching until the sun was no more.*****

*****“AliCat,” her daddy said happily. “Come inside. Your mommy and I have someone very special we want you to meet,” he finished with an impossibly big grin. Sweeping her up into his arms and carrying her over to the bed’s edge.

“Hi, sweetie,” her mommy said tiredly. Smiling up at her. She smiled back, but her attention was drawn to the little blue bundle in her mommy’s arms. Her blue eyes widened comically when a tiny hand appeared. Then another tiny hand. And the soft blue blanket slipped away some more.

She reached a tentative hand down to the baby’s downy head. “He looks like Daddy,” she whispered in awe. Not noticing the looks passing between her parents. The special smile her mommy gave her daddy. “Yes, he does, baby,” her mommy agreed. Patting the bed beside her.

Ali cuddled into her mother’s warm embrace. Never taking her eyes off the tiny being in her arms. The baby blinked at her. "What's his name?" she said softly. Giggling as the baby's hand latched on to her pinky.

"He doesn't have one yet, AliCat," her daddy laughed. "Your mommy and I just can't come up with a name that fits this little guy," he said. Rubbing the baby's head. "But Mommy," Ali said. Her big blue eyes serious. "He has to have a name. They won't let us take him home."

Her mommy just laughed. "Sweetie, we'll steal him if we have to. Won't we, Luis?" She drew in a shocked breath when her daddy agreed. "We'll run away." She twirled a strand of her long blond hair nervously and leaned down close to her little brother. Kissing his fuzzy head with a sigh and muttering to herself. "Jake said you were going be nothing but trouble. BUT I love you anyway."*****

*****“I want you to be good for Aunt Theresa, sweetie. You promise?” Sheridan asked Ali. Securing the ribbon in her long blond hair. “I promise,” Ali said sweetly. “Mommy? Why can’t you go with us?” she pouted. “Ali, baby,” she began. Brushing her knuckles across Ali’s soft cheek. “I thought I explained all this. Mommy’s got an interview today. You like the Youth Center, don’t you?” Ali nodded her head. Her blue eyes shining with confusion. “I’m going to talk with a nice man about getting a job there. Being the director.” “What’s a director?” Ali asked. “What will you do?”

“I can answer that, Ali,” Theresa said. Walking into the Ali’s bedroom with Cristian settled on her hip. “That means your mommy’s going to be in charge. Wouldn’t that be great?” she smiled. “I guess,” Ali whispered. Her little face downcast. “But Mommy…who would stay with Cristian and me? I don’t want a babysitter.” Sheridan pulled Ali into her arms and hugged her tight before answering her question. “Sometimes Nana would stay with you. And sometimes…sometimes I’d take you and your brother to work with me.” “Really?” Ali asked skeptically. Hope in her childish voice. “Really,” Sheridan assured her. Smiling when Ali heaved a huge sigh of relief. “Better?” she asked. Giving Ali Eskimo kisses. “All better,” Ali giggled.

“Thank you for doing this, Theresa,” she said later. As she made sure her son was buckled in securely in his carseat. Ali, too. “No problem,” Theresa smiled. Hugging her in goodbye. “I love these two,” she said. Winking at Ali. “And you don’t have to worry. I would NEVER let anything happen to them. So…quit being such a worrywart. They’ll be fine,” she said. Sheridan laughed softly. “I guess I AM worrying too much. I…” “I know,” Theresa said. Taking her hand in hers and squeezing it reassuringly. “Mommy,” Ali giggled when Sheridan hugged her fiercely once again. “Sorry, baby,” she whispered. Committing Ali’s smiling blue eyes to memory. She couldn’t explain it. But something just felt…off. “You know Mommy loves you, don’t you sweetheart?” An adorable smile lit up Ali’s face as she said, “Always.” “And forever,” Sheridan added. Tears in her eyes. “Sheridan,” Theresa chided gently as she cranked the car. “Remember what I said.” *****

She should never had let them go. Let them leave. She’d felt in her heart something wasn’t right. It wasn’t Theresa’s fault. It was hers. She jumped when she felt a gentle hand on her back. And looked into Luis’s loving, concerned brown eyes. “Oh Luis,” she sobbed. Throwing her arms around his neck. “I want my baby. Please bring my baby back.”

“Thank you,” Chad said quietly. As he walked Eve out to her car. Eve smiled slightly at his words. The smile on her face vanished when he asked another question. “Is she going to be alright? I mean, I don’t know how much more of this she can take, Dr. Russell,” he rambled. And she realized with a pang that was who she was to him. Not his mother. Just Dr. Russell. “I don’t know, Chad. If…” she began. But it was too awful to finish the thought. To think about what would happen if Ali never came back. “She’ll be fine,” she said. Placing a hand on his arm. “Just as soon as she’s holding that dear little girl in her arms again.” Chad studied her face in the pale glow from the lights inside. There was so much he wanted to say to her. Now wasn’t the right time. So he settled for goodbye. Watching her car fade away in the distance before he turned to go back inside.

It seemed everyone in Harmony was there. Waiting word on Ali. Hank sat on the sofa. Rubbing his eyes tiredly as he talked to Sam on his cell phone. For updates on the search. Jake was sprawled out beside him. The little guy was finally down for the count. He’d listened. Confusion in his brown eyes as Gwen and Hank had sat him down and explained what had happened at the mall this morning. He just couldn’t grasp that Ali was gone. No surprise, really. He couldn’t either. Hank shot Grace a grateful smile when she lifted Jake up into her arms and carried him down the hall. And mouthed ‘thank you.’

Ethan and Ivy were in a quiet corner. Trying to console Theresa. Trying to convince her she wasn’t at fault. But not even hearing it from Sheridan’s own lips had done the trick. Theresa was guilt-ridden. And only one thing…one thing would ease her mind. He walked into the kitchen. In a quest for coffee. “Chad,” Pilar said. “Could you…?” He took MJ off her hands without another word. The toddler squirmed in his arms restlessly. Babbling. “Ma-ma.” “Shh,” he soothed. “It’s okay, kid. She’s kind of busy right now,” he whispered. Remembering exactly where Kay was. Desperately trying to rock Cristian to sleep.

“Here. I’ll take him,” Martin volunteered. “Have to keep myself busy somehow. Would you do something for me in return? Well…actually Hank.” “Sure, Man. Whatever you say,” he replied. “Check on Gwen. He’s worried she’s overdoing it.” “Will do,” he said. Heading off to the last place he’d seen the woman in question. At Sheridan’s bedside. He pushed the door to Luis and Sheridan’s bedroom open slowly. Not wanting to disturb either of its occupants. “How’s she doing?” he whispered. Watching Gwen stroke the hair back from Sheridan’s forehead.

“As well as could be expected, I guess,” Gwen answered. Meeting his eyes. “But the sedatives can only offer temporary relief. What about tomorrow?” she said. To no one in particular. He answered anyway. “Sam and Luis and Miguel are out there looking for her. Not to mention half of Harmony’s police force. And tomorrow…we’ll all have our Miss Ali back. They’ll find her,” he said. More confidently than he felt. "Look," he suggested. "Why don't you let me take over here? You look like you can use the rest. And...you're worrying your husband," he finished with a slight smile.

"When you put it like that how can I refuse?" she answered. Rising to her feet with some difficulty. "You take good care of her," she said as she walked past him. Slipping the door shut once more. I will, he thought. Glancing at his aunt's still form. He watched her sleep for what seemed like hours. The night quiet. Almost eerily quiet. Until the phone's insistent ringing shattered the silence. The noise stopped, and he left the room. His curiousity getting the better of him. He walked into the living room just as Hank was hanging up the phone. "Well..." Gwen asked. Hank grabbed her hand in his and squeezed it before he answering.

"That was Sam," he said quietly. "He just got a call from Marty down at the wharf. Marty said...," he paused. Covering his face with his hands wearily. Not able to hide his tears. "Marty said they pulled a little girl matching Ali's description from the water. They're on their way down there right now." Gwen buried her face in her husband's shoulder and cried. He felt like the room was spinning as he took in the news. The possibility was too much. He placed a restraining hand on Ethan's arm when he got up to follow Theresa as she ran out the front door. "You stay here. I'll go." He followed Theresa's suit. And escaped.

Part Two