Chapter 14

“Do you think this is God’s way of punishing me for breaking all my promises to him?” she asked. Swaying gently on the old tire swing out front. “Back when I’d do anything…ANYTHING…to make Ethan mine?” Chad mulled it over thoughtfully before he answered. “Theresa. Girl, I don’t think God works that way. I mean, the Man Upstairs just doesn’t seem like the type to keep grudges,” he laughed. Happy to see the corners of her mouth turning up.

“You were younger. Very naïve. That was a LONG time ago. You’ve done a lot of growing up since then. People change. And I certainly don’t think God’s punishing you. Forgive me for saying this…but get over yourself, Theresa . It’s a sad fact, but these things happen. Not because of past mistakes. Somebody like the person that took Ali doesn’t think about all that stuff. Hell. I’m not sure if they even think at all.” He looked to Theresa for a response but was met by silence. He turned to go. Stopping in his tracks when he heard her quiet reply. “Thanks, Chad. For being honest. I needed to hear that” Chad smiled. “You’re welcome. Now…what do you say we go back inside? It’s cold out here,” he shivered. Theresa’s soft laughter was music to his ears.

“What’s going on here?” Chad asked as they walked back inside. And saw Hank in a frenzied state by Gwen’s side. “Nothing,” Gwen bit out. “ Just the baby kicking up a storm,” she lied. Wincing. Off Theresa’s look of concern she continued. “Really. It’s nothing serious. Jake kicked me black and blue when I carried him. I have to admit, Theresa,” she laughed nervously. “I thought I’d never see the day when you were worried about ME,” she finished. Moaning softly. “Damn. Bennett! This kid of yours would make a great soccer player.”

“Haha, Babe. Funny,” Hank said humorously. “Quit lying. I can read you like an open book. Pilar? Would you call the hospital and tell them we’re coming in?” “Yes, Hank,” she answered. Picking up the phone and dialing the number. “Kay?” “Don’t worry, Uncle Hank. I’ll watch Jake for you. Now go. Get Gwen to the hospital and have her and the baby checked out. All this stress can’t be good for either of them.” “Thank you,” Hank said. Grinning slightly. “Have I ever told you that you’re my favorite niece?” he said. Kissing her forehead in goodbye. “Oh…once or twice,” she smirked. Squeezing Gwen’s hand reassuringly as she walked past.

“Call us,” Gwen called over her shoulder as they walked out the door. “Call us if there’s any news about Ali.” “We will,” Grace smiled. Answering for them all. The minute she heard the car crank, though, the smile on her face faltered. “I hope Gwen’s right. And it’s nothing serious. I can’t bear to think of this endless night getting any worse. Kay, honey. Do you mind if I go check on MJ? I need to…I need to see him.” “I’ll go with you,” Kay said softly. Linking her arms through her mother’s.

Ivy watched them go. Seeing the love they had for each other. And realizing she didn’t want to break that up. Not anymore. They were a family. Ethan and his brother and sisters and Sheridan were hers. That’s the way it would always be. She sighed. Getting to her feet. Pacing restlessly. “Mother,” Ethan said gently. Placing his hands on her shoulders and forcing her to stop. “Mother,” he said pointedly. “Wearing a hole in Sheridan and Luis’s carpet is not going to help matters any.” “Oh, Ethan,” she said. Cupping his cheek. “I can’t sit still. Why haven’t we heard anything yet? Luis and Sam should have found out by now.”

“Found out what?” they heard a voice ask behind them. “Sheridan,” Ivy soothed in a calming voice. “Darling. I just meant we…I just…what are you doing up? You should be resting, sweetheart.” “Resting? Resting,” Sheridan scoffed. “How can I when my baby’s out there without me? What should Luis and Sam have found out by now, Ivy? Tell me the truth,” she pleaded in a tremulous voice. “Please. I HAVE to know. It’s killing me not knowing.” “Aunt Sheridan,” Ethan stalled. Looking to Martin for help. “Don’t! Don’t do that! If you know something about my baby, tell me dammit,” she yelled. “Tell me,” she sobbed.

The front door flew open. And all eyes turned to find Luis standing there. He stalked across the room and pulled Sheridan roughly into his arms. Her sobs muffled against his chest. “It wasn’t her. It wasn’t Ali. We’re going to find her, Baby,” he said. Holding Sheridan at arms’ length. Brushing her damp hair back from her forehead. And wiping her tears away. “I promise. We ARE going to find her. We’re not going to give up,” he said. Staring into her blue eyes. “We’ll bring Ali home again. Soon.”

Chapter 15

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me sooner,” Hank said. Pulling his chair up beside Gwen’s bedside. “You’ve really been having these pains off and on all day?” he asked. Sweeping her damp hair back from her forehead. Gwen closed her eyes for a moment as guilt washed through her. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to add another worry to an already long list. And they weren’t really that bad until…until that last phone call from Sam. I’m so relieved that wasn’t Ali, Hank. But I feel so selfish. That’s someone else’s baby even if it’s not Ali.”

“I know,” he murmured. Squeezing her hand tightly. He’d felt the same way. And he told her so. “It’s a perfectly normal, human reaction. Don’t dwell on it. What’s taking Eve so long?” he said. Glancing at the door and shifting restlessly in his seat. “Bennett,” Gwen laughed. “Calm down. Eve said it was nothing serious. But just in case…” “Just in case what?” he asked in a panicked voice. “What aren’t you telling me, Babe?”

“Hi, you two,” Eve smiled. Holding the door open for the nurse to push the equipment through. “You ready to check on that baby of yours? Give Hank here some peace of mind?” she teased. Laughing at his stricken look and wide eyes. “All set,” Gwen answered. “Shut your mouth, Hank, before you catch some flies in it,” she ordered. Gasping slightly as the nurse squeezed the cool substance on her round stomach.

“There,” Eve said with a smile. “There she is. Looks like everything’s fine.” “Eve? Did I just hear you right? Did you…did you say ‘she’?” Hank gulped. Eve covered her mouth. “Oh…I’m so sorry. You wanted to be surprised, didn’t you?” “Oh my god,” Hank said dumbly. “What am I going to do with a little girl? Ribbons, lace, the color pink, tea parties, dress up, the color pink. Did I mention the color pink?” he squeaked.

“Hank,” Gwen laughed. An enormous smile lighting up her entire face. “Hank! Snap out of it. Not all girls love pink,” she said. Rolling her eyes. “I happen to hate the color pink. And who says you can’t teach our little girl,” she paused. Letting it sink in. They were having a daughter. “Who’s to say you can’t teach her all the things you taught Jake?” she said uncertainly. “Well…not EVERYTHING you taught Jake,” she amended. “We’re having a little girl, Bennett. That’s nothing to be scared of.”

“We’ll leave you two alone,” Eve interjected. Before the door shut completely behind her she heard a joyful exclamation. “We’re having a little girl!” At least she could give somebody some happy news. She wondered if there were any word on Ali yet. She decided to call Sheridan and Luis’s home to share the good news. And check up on the beloved little girl.

She relayed the information to Theresa and learned they still hadn’t heard anything. She hung the phone up with a sigh. “Still no news, is there?” she heard a voice ask. And she turned around to meet the concerned blue eyes of her best friend. “I was hoping foolishly that they’d somehow find her in the time it took me and Kay to drive here,” Grace continued. Hugging her tight. “We came to make sure everything was alright with Gwen and the baby. Let Jake see his mother’s okay. She IS okay, isn’t she?” Grace asked. As they walked down the hall to retrieve Kay and the kids from the waiting room. “I’ll let you guys see for yourselves,” she smiled. Leading them back to Gwen’s room. And pushing open the door once more.

“Ahem,” she cleared her throat. And the two happy, expectant parents jumped apart guiltily. “Mom!” Jake exclaimed. “I was so worried,” he admitted. Wrapping his arms around her neck. Gwen looked to Grace and Kay for answers. Kay handed MJ to her uncle and answered her unspoken question. “When he woke up this morning, and you weren’t there…” “Oh,” Gwen said softly as it dawned on her that her young son was taking Ali’s disappearance harder than she’d originally thought. “I’m not going anywhere, Jake,” she smiled. Ruffling his unruly brown hair affectionately. “Dr. Russell,” the nurse interrupted. “You have a phone call.” “Would you…” “Sure,” everyone said.

“Whew!” Jake exhaled in relief. “Is the baby okay?” he asked quizzically. “What do you think, Babe? Should we tell him?” Hank grinned. “Tell me what?” Jake said. Crossing his arms. “Jake,” Gwen said gently, “your baby sister is just fine.” “SISTER! Yuck!” he said in disgust. Then more quietly he said, “But I AM glad she’s okay,” he said. An indifferent look on his face. But everyone could tell. The idea was quickly growing on him. Kay was sure he was thinking of all the ways he could only torture a baby sister. She laughed. “A girl, huh? Uncle Hank…how are you going to survive?”

“What? You don’t think I can handle a sweet little girl?” he asked in mock indignation. “You’re forgetting that ALL little girls aren’t sweet,” Kay grinned. “Take me, for example. Need I say more?” “Okay. You got me on that one,” he chuckled. “You and Jake have more in common than I realized. Grace. You REALLY are a saint.” “Me. Hank Bennett. With a little girl,” he said. “I only wish I do as great a job as Luis did with…Ali,” he finished. The smile on his face faltering. “Damn,” he swore softly. “My buddy must be going through hell. Any news?” he asked. Studying Kay and Grace’s faces. And finding nothing had changed. “They’ve…” “That was Sam,” Eve said. Bursting through the door. “They just got a call in from a woman who claims she saw a little girl fitting Ali’s description last night. In Castleton. They’re on their way to check it out now.”

Chapter 16

“Luis,” Sam hissed. “You shouldn’t be here. You’re too emotionally involved. If that’s Ali in there…” “Sam. Don’t lecture me. Look. You know I have to be here. Especially if my daughter’s in that hotel room,” Luis spoke. Crouching down beside his superior. And friend. “What’s going down?” “A woman called 9-1-1 early this morning. Said she might have some information on Ali. Told the cops to hurry. The man holding her was dangerous.” “Dangerous!” “Luis,” Sam said gently. With a calming hand on the younger man’s arm. “Her call was traced. To this hotel. Marty talked to the manager, and he told him he had seen a little girl. One that looked very much like the picture of Ali.” “Where? Where is she, Sam? Why haven’t you…” “We can’t do that, Luis. ‘Cause the woman was right. She should know,” Sam said. Wiping the sweat from his brow. “Her husband is holding her and the little girl hostage. He’s got a gun, Luis. And he…”

“What Sam? He what?” Luis demanded. “He’s used it already,” Sam said. Turning away. Unable to meet Luis’s eyes. “No!” Luis cried. Despair creeping into his voice. “Luis!” Sam said harshly. “Stay calm. Or I’ll have no choice but to have you escorted off these premises. You hear me?” Luis clenched his jaw and nodded slowly. But Sam could tell he was only going through the motions. The man had one thing on his mind. And God help the recipient of his anger.

“He’s coming out!” Marty yelled. And Sam had to physically restrain Luis from rushing forward. Playing the hero. His worst nightmare was coming true right before his very eyes. In the crazed man’s arms was a child. Her blond hair wild. Her big blue eyes wide with fear. She screamed in terror when the man held his gun to her head. Luis’s whole body went stiff with tension as he uttered in an anguished voice, “Oh my god, Sam. He’s got Ali. The bastard’s scaring her to death. I’m going to kill him,” he gritted out. Pulling his gun from its holster.

“No guns! No guns!” the kidnapper screamed madly. “I’ll kill her! I swear I’ll kill her!” he yelled. Pressing the gun more firmly against Ali’s temple. “Didn’t you hear what he said?” Luis cried desperately. “She’s my little girl, Sam. Don’t take any chances with her life,” he pleaded. “Put the guns down,” Sam ordered. “He means business.”

The man smiled in triumph. Clutching Ali tighter. Ali sobbed softly in his grip. Luis closed his eyes. Thankful Sheridan wasn’t witness to this horrific scene. “Listen up,” the man shouted. “If you give me what I ask for…I’ll let the kid go.” “He’s lying,” Sam muttered. “He has no intention of letting his free ticket out of here loose.” “I know that,” Luis hissed. “But do you see another way out of this, Sam?” he asked. Before standing up. “We’ll give you everything you ask for. Just let the little girl go.”

“Daddy! Daddy!” Ali screamed. And Luis’s heart fell to the pit of his stomach when the madman looked at him strangely. “Shut up, kid,” he warned. “What’s she saying that for? Are you…” Please, AliCat, he thought. Please understand. “What kind of question is that?” Luis laughed dryly. “Of course, she’s not my kid. I don’t know what she’s talking about. Listen,” he bit out impatiently. “Are you going to take the deal or not?” The man eyed him suspiciously for several moments. Then made up his mind.

“Yeah. I want a car. And your promise, no one will try to stop me from leaving.” Okay, Luis thought. “I can do that,” he answered levelly. How stupid was this guy? “Here,” he said. Holding out the keys to his jeep. “You can take mine. Better yet…I can drive. My buddies here are sure not to try any funny business with me in the car,” he reasoned. “Just let the little girl go.”

“Okay,” the man agreed. His dark eyes darting back and forth. “Give me the keys.” “You want the keys?” Luis asked. “Here,” he shouted. Tossing them at the man. The man loosened his grip on Ali momentarily in surprise. And that was all the time she needed to squirm free. “Ali! Get down!” he yelled. Raising his gun. “What the hell…” the other man swore. Pointing his gun at Luis. He had no time to finish that thought before the first bullet hit him. Square in the chest.

Chapter 17

“We need an ambulance,” Luis shouted. Checking the man for a pulse. And finding a thready one. “Luis,” Sam said. A hand on his shoulder. “Let us take it from here,” he said. Nodding toward Ali. “Take her home,” he said quietly. “Thank you, Sam,” Luis said. Hugging Sam briefly. “AliCat,” he whispered. Kneeling in front of her. Tipping her chin up with his index finger. Ali’s tiny chin quivered, and Luis’s heart constricted at the tears rolling down her pink cheeks.

“I knew you’d come, Daddy,” she cried. Throwing her arms around his neck and burying her face in his neck. “Oh Daddy,” she sobbed as he stroked her long blonde hair and kissed the crown of her head. He didn’t want to let go of her ever again. And Sam seemed to sense that. Recruiting one of the guys to drive him and Ali back to Harmony. Home. Back to Cristian and Sheridan.

Ali clutched his shirt the entire drive home. Her blue eyes drooping in fatigue. “It’s okay, baby. Close your eyes. Daddy’s here,” he soothed. Rubbing lazy circles on her little back. Silvano looked on sympathetically from the rear view mirror as Luis coaxed his daughter to slumber. The poor kid had been through hell in the last 24 hours. If there were any justice in this world, the awful memory would be wiped from her young mind. But somehow…somehow he didn’t think she’d be that lucky. Then again…she had two completely devoted parents and a whole network of people that loved her. It’d take time. But she’d be okay.

“Thanks Man,” Luis waved. As the squad car pulled out of the driveway. He tucked Ali in closer to his heart and began slowly walking toward the front door. Tears in his brown eyes when he realized the enormity of the events of the past day. If he ever had any doubts at all, he knew now. He would do ANYTHING for his daughter. His son. His wife. His entire family. And his life wouldn’t be the same without a single one of them.

His mother’s face crumpled, and the brave mask she had been wearing the past 24 hours was gone as she saw her sleeping granddaughter nestled in her son’s embrace. “Mijo,” she whispered. “Is she…?” She left the question hanging in the air. “She’ll be fine. Now that she’s home. Where she belongs. Mama,” he said in a choked voice when she kissed his cheek. “We have our angel back,” his father whispered. Tracing Ali’s sweet features with a gentle hand. “Where is she?” Luis asked. Searching the living room for her familiar figure.

His father slipped an arm around his mother’s waist and hugged her to him. “They’re in Ali’s room,” he said with a smile. Thinking of the smile that would surely light up Sheridan’s face at this wondrous sight. “Martin,” his wife said quietly as they watched their son carry his daughter down the hall. “I think we should leave them alone. Just for now.” He glanced at his son once more. Then helped her into her coat and opened the door. Leaving the little family to themselves.

Luis stood in the doorway to Ali’s room and listened to his wife sing to their son in a beautiful, wistful voice. Lullabies she’d sang to Ali when she was a baby. He could hear the tears in her voice. He watched silently as she laid Cristian down gently on Ali’s bed. Placing a tender kiss to his forehead. Straightening up and picking up a picture from Ali’s bedside table. A picture of the four of them. Shortly after Cristian’s birth. An aura of sadness surrounded her. And he wanted to do away with it. “Sheridan,” he uttered softly.

“Luis. I don’t know if I can do it without her,” she said. Without turning around. “She’s such a big part of my life. Our lives. I feel so empty inside without her,” she cried. Her blue eyes seeing him—and Ali--for the first time. “Luis?” she asked in disbelief. “Tell me I haven’t gone crazy. Tell me this isn’t some cruel trick of the mind. That I want her back so much, I’m imagining things,” she pleaded. Edging closer. And reaching a trembling hand out to touch Ali’s soft golden hair.

“She’s real,” she gasped. “How? Where?” she asked. A million emotions playing across her beautiful face. “Not now,” he answered. Cupping her jaw in the palm of his hand. Stroking her lips with his thumb. “She IS real,” he smiled. “And home. Where she belongs. C’mere,” he beckoned. Wrapping his free arm around his wife. Sheridan came willingly. Gazing at their daughter’s beloved face and sweeping her hair back from her forehead with a loving hand. “Mommy loves you, Sweetie. So much.” Happy tears spilled from her lashes when Ali blinked her blue eyes open and whispered. “Always and forever, Mommy?” “Always and forever, baby,” she smiled. Closing her eyes and sighing blissfully at the feeling of holding her tiny daughter in her arms again. Always, she mouthed. Squeezing Luis’s hand. She held on. Determined never to let go.

Chapter 18

“Thank you, Eve,” Luis said appreciatively. “No problem,” Eve said softly. Patting Luis’s hand. “I’m just relieved to have such good news for you. She’s fine physically. But keep her close. Nightmares can be just as scary as the real thing. It’ll take her a while to recover emotionally. She’s going to need you and Sheridan. Your love and support is the best medicine,” she said. Stepping outside with a smile. Luis locked the door behind her and walked toward his and Sheridan’s bedroom. Turning out all the lights along the way.

“Hi, Daddy,” Sheridan greeted with a smile as a he walked into their bathroom and found her and Ali relaxing in the bubbles. Ali smiled sweetly at him. Snuggling deeper in Sheridan’s arms. “Hi, Daddy,” she said somewhat shyly. Breaking out into a full-fledged grin as he scooped up some bubbles and wiped them on her nose. Sheridan’s blue eyes sparkled with happiness. And she hugged Ali tighter. Making her squeak.

“Hmm,” she laughed. “A new squeeze toy.” “Mommy!” Ali giggled. “I’m not a toy!” “I don’t know about that, Sweetie,” Sheridan teased. Squeezing her tight again. And eliciting the same reaction. “AliCat!” Luis gasped in mock surprise. “Oh Daddy,” she giggled. “You’re so silly.” “But you love me anyway, don’t you, Baby?” “Yeah,” she answered. Smacking him on the lips. Sheridan took the opportunity to douse him with bubbles.

“No fair,” he grinned. Wiping the bubbles off his face with the back of his hand. “Two against one. You guys double-teamed me. This is war,” he said. Smirking at Sheridan as he scooped some more bubbles up in his hands and advanced on her. Ali squealed in delight. “Ali,” Sheridan laughed helplessly as Luis tortured her. With her daughter’s help. “You’re not supposed to help him.” Her hysterical laughter echoed off the bathroom’s walls.

The bubble fight finally ended. Cristian woke up wailing. And Luis graciously offered to go check on him. Sheridan climbed out of the tub and wrapped a towel around herself. Grabbing the fluffiest towel off the rack for Ali. “Sweetie, where are you?” she teased when Ali’s soapy little body was swallowed up by towel. She smiled at Ali’s muffled giggles. The adorable grin on her face as she poked her blond head out and exclaimed, “Here I am, Mommy!” And she pushed away the ache she felt when she remembered that just hours earlier, she’d had almost no hope. Her daughter was back. In her arms. Alive and happy. And so far…so good.

She dressed her in her favorite pair of pyjamas. Lifted her into her arms without a second thought and carried her into her and Luis’s bedroom. Ali lay her golden head on her shoulder sleepily. Barely stirring when she laid her down against the cool sheets and covered her lovingly. And just watched her. “Guess who else wants Mommy?” Luis said quietly. Surprising her. Cristian waved his arms at her. Wearing a sweet smile on his toothless face for the first time in over 24 hours. She took her son from Luis’s arms and smacked him loudly on the cheek. He cackled with delight. His dark eyes sparkling with love for her.

“I know we shouldn’t have him in the bed with us,” she whispered later. Watching Cristian’s little chest rise and fall with each breath as she held him close to her heart. And stroked Ali’s silky hair. “But I don’t…I don’t want to let either of them out of my sight, Luis. Not tonight.” “Neither do I,” he admitted. He placed a tender kiss on Ali’s forehead and rubbed a gentle thumb across Cristian's parted lips. “God, Luis,” she whispered shakily. Overwhelmed at that moment by her feelings. About the last day. The longest day in her life. For their children. For him. He just smiled at her. And said, “I know.”

Chapter 19

“A little girl,” Sheridan said with a smile. “I still can’t believe it. What does Jake think?” Gwen laughed. “Jake’s head is filled with visions of torture and slave labor. That son of mine probably thinks he won’t have to ever lift a finger again. He’s not sweet about it like Ali,” she smiled. “But I think the idea’s growing on him. He wouldn’t mind a baby sister so much if she were like Ali. It’s so amazing how resilient she is, Sheridan. Ali is one tough kid.” Sheridan glanced over to where Jake and Ali play in front of coffee table. A tender smile on her face as she thought of Ali’s bravery. “Yes, she is, isn’t she? She still has nightmares sometimes. But they’re less vivid than they were a month ago. I think my nightmares are worse.”

“Oh, Sheridan,” Gwen said. Laying a soothing hand on her friend’s arm. “You have her back. And soon…the kidnapper will be behind bars never to see the light of day again.” Sheridan squeezed Gwen’s hand and sighed. “Maybe I’m crazy. But I feel so sorry for his wife. She lost her baby, too, Gwen. The little girl at the wharf. He killed her. I don’t know why exactly. How do you understand a murderer’s reasoning? How could someone hurt an innocent little girl. Luis said she looked almost exactly like Ali. Ali told us the woman protected her. Called her “Lara.” He gave her Ali to replace the daughter he’d taken away from her, Gwen. And she was so grief-stricken she went along with him. Until he tried to hurt Ali, too.”

Gwen shuddered. A sudden chill making her cold. “And that’s when he shot her,” she said quietly. Sheridan nodded her head solemnly. “Eve says she’ll never walk again.” “How sad,” Gwen said soberly. “Sheridan,” she sniffled. “Let’s talk about something less depressing, okay?” Sheridan shot a watery smile Gwen’s way. The topic of their conversation didn’t do anything for Gwen’s emotional state. “Okay,” she laughed softly. “Are you up to helping me plan Ali’s birthday party? It’s the first one since I’ve been back home, and I want to make it extra special. Try to make up for all the ones I missed.” She watched in horror as Gwen burst into tears again. “Damn,” she swore softly. “I’m so sorry, Sheridan. Don’t mind me. I cried during Survivor the other night. Hank’s still making fun of me.” Sheridan giggled. “Survivor?” she asked in disbelief. “Yes,” Gwen nodded. Smiling through her tears.

“Mommy?” Ali asked curiously. Crawling into Sheridan’s lap. “What’s so funny?” Jake rolled his brown eyes. “Don’t even ask, Ali. Women,” he muttered. Crossing his arms across his chest and plopping down beside them. “Mom cries ALL the time now. And she eats the yuckiest stuff. She made Dad get her frog legs last week. And she ate strawberry ice cream with pancake syrup on it when she finished that.” He continued. But Ali was stuck on one thing. “Frog legs!” she gasped in horror. “You pulled a frog’s legs off?” Sheridan bit her lip to keep from laughing. Gwen rolled her eyes as Jake grinned and said, “Yep. Me and Dad hunted for hours for that silly frog. He was huge. This big,” he said. Stretching his arms out. “Dad had to call Uncle Sam over to help saw his legs off. Aunt Grace cooked them in this big witch’s cauldron that she borrowed from Tabitha,” he divulged wickedly as Ali cevered her ears with her hands and squealed, “No more! No more!”

“Jake!” Gwen yelled. “That’s enough. Tell Ali the truth.” “Aw. Mom,” he whined. “Alright,” he muttered when Ali looked at him expectantly. “You’re such a baby,” he began. “But I like you anyways,” he rushed. Seeing the pout on Ali’s lips and the tears collecting in her big blue eyes. “It was just an itty bitty frog, Ali. Dad had to pull the legs off himself,” he grinned devilishly. “Jake,” Gwen groaned. Giving him a warning look. “I’m sorry,” he said. Walking up to Ali. “Here. You can have my lucky penny. I promise not to tease you anymore.” Gwen’s eyes about popped out of her head with that statement. And she choked in surprise. Sheridan’s brows were raised as Jake relinquished the lucky penny to Ali, and she laughed softly when she saw that his fingers were crossed behind his back. Ali beamed in pleasure. “Thank you,” she said sweetly. Leaning forward to kiss Jake on the cheek. “Oh! Stop that! I just gave you my lucky penny. I don’t want to be your boyfriend or nothing,” he gagged in disgust. Gwen laughed and taunted, “Aww. How sweet. When’s the wedding? Are you going to invite your dear old mom? What about Grandma? You’ll look so handsome in your tux. I can’t wait. Won’t it be wonderful, Sheridan?”

“NNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Jake screamed as he ran out the front door. “Dad! Dad! Help me!!!”

Chapter 20

“What are you thinking?” Luis queried. Wrapping his arms around her from behind. She leaned back into his embrace with a sigh. “Just things,” she said nonchalantly. “Sheridan,” Luis admonished. “Be honest with me. I KNOW it’s more than that,” he said softly. Walking in front of her and kneeling at her feet. “It’s just…I don’t know, Luis,” she said. Playing with the rings on her fingers nervously. He stilled her hands with one of his. Daring her to look away. Evade his questions once more. “Ali’s birthday’s soon.” “So…” he said calmly. “So? Luis,” she said. Jumping to her feet. “So I disappeared from her life one week after her first birthday. How do we know something else isn’t going to happen this time?”

“Sheridan,” he said. Grabbing her firmly by the shoulders. “I love you, Baby. But that’s ridiculous.” Her blue eyes flashed fire. Anger swelling within her that he would so easily dismiss her fears. Great, Luis. Open mouth. Insert foot. “I don’t mean to…Sheridan. I don’t…dammit. This is coming out all wrong,” he swore. “Sheridan…I don’t mean to make your fears seem unimportant. To trivialize them. But you’re here with us now. And I’ll be damned if I’ll ever let you go again. You’re stuck with me,” he grinned. His dark eyes dancing with amusement when he slid her fingers through the belt loops of her jeans and pulled her closer. “Luis,” she said in a low voice. Desperately trying to keep up the pretense of anger. And failing miserably as her blue eyes softened at his simple “I love you.” “No fair,” she said. Eyes brimming with unshed tears.

“Fair? Fair, huh? This from a woman that can strike me dumb with one look into her amazing blue eyes,” he teased. “See?” she laughed. “You make it so hard to stay mad at you. Why WAS I mad at you?” she laughed. Looping her arms loosely about his neck. And staring into his eyes. “Because I left the toilet seat up this morning?” Luis smirked. Laughing when she rolled her eyes. Almost immediately. “Because I was a jerk and spoke before I thought,” he whispered. Kissing her palm tenderly. “You weren’t a jerk,” she whispered back. Threading her fingers through his black hair and nuzzling her nose against his before giving him a lingering kiss on the lips. A kiss so full of love it almost brought tears to Luis’s own eyes. “God, how I missed you all those years,” he breathed shakily. Smoothing his hands over her blond hair lovingly.

“I love you,” he repeated. “I cannot say it enough. I’ll never be able to tell you how much. Not even if I say it a million times a day for the rest of our lives.” “Luis,” she laughed softly. A glorious smile on her beautiful face. “Shut up.” “What?” he asked with a devilish grin. “What was that I heard, Mrs. Lopez-Fitzgerald? Did I hear the lady order me to shut up?” he asked. Scooping her up in his arms and whisking her to their bedroom. “I’m afraid there’s only one way I can grant the lady’s request,” he said. Kicking the door to their bedroom closed with his foot. “And how might you do that?” she teased. Knowing full well HOW her husband planned on granting her request. And enjoying every minute of it. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” he said. Groaning as she slid slowly down his body. Pinning him against the door. “I’m waiting, Detective,” she smirked. Running her hands up and down his muscular chest. “Well…Luis,” she laughed. “Not capable of stringing together a coherent thought, huh?”

“Thank God for grandparents,” he said breathlessly. Capturing her lips in a searing kiss and backing her up until the back of her legs hit their bed. “I second that,” she mumbled against his lips. Ripping his shirt open in frustration when she couldn’t work the buttons free. “I’m NOT sorry,” she said when Luis quirked a dark brow at her. “You can always buy a new one,” she suggested. He laughed. His hands slipping under her shirt and making short order of it as well. He covered her body with his. Lowering them both to the mattress below. Fumbling with the snap of her jeans and tugging them down her long legs a few minutes later. “Did you pour yourself into those things this morning?” he asked. Half seriously. Half teasingly. “Sorry,” he yelped. As she flipped them over and straddled him.

Well…maybe not so sorry, he thought. Watching her slip the straps of her black lacy bra down her shoulders and reach back to unhook it. It had to be illegal to look that good after two children in five years. And he told her so. She just flashed him a dazzling smile. Somehow…someway…he was able to help her finish removing the rest of their clothing. And they made love. By turns tenderly. Gently. Wildly. Passionately. He cradled her face in his hands as they rode the final waves of pleasure and whispered the words he felt so deeply in his heart. Kissing away her tears as they spilled forth from her blue eyes. “I love you,” he whispered again later. And Sheridan drifted off to sleep in his arms with a contented smile on her face. "I love you, too."

Chapter 21

“So…little buddy,” Hank said. Plopping down on the sofa beside Jake with a sigh. “I hear Mom’s been trying to turn you to the dark side again.” Hank had to laugh when Jake gave him a ‘what the hell’ look. “Teasing ya ‘bout Ali.” “Dad!” Jake groaned. Socking him in the head soundly with a pillow. “I’m NOT marrying Ali. Girls are gross!” he gagged.

“Hey,” Gwen pouted. Waddling toward them and joining them on the sofa seconds later. “Your sister and I take offense at that, Buster. And what would Sheridan think?” ‘Sheridan,’ Hank mouthed. “I think it’d hurt her feelings. You don’t want to do that, do you?” Jake dove under the mound of pillows, and they laughed as they heard his muffled reply. “No.”

Whoa! No way! My kid’s in love with my best friend’s wife. What a first crush, he thought. Chuckling. Kid’s got good taste. As if she knew exactly what was on his mind, Gwen clobbered him with a throw pillow. “Ouch!” he yelped. Rubbing his head gingerly. “What’s with you two this morning? What did I do to deserve that?”

“Save it, Bennett. I know EXACTLY what you’re thinking,” she smirked. I bet you don’t, he thought to himself. “Luis’ll kick your ass,” she taunted. And his brown eyes went wide with astonishment. “Told you I knew. Face it, Bennett. I know you like the back of my hand.”

“You sure do, Babe,” he grinned. Adoration shining in his brown eyes as he wrapped his arms around her. “Wow!” he whistled as his daughter greeted him good morning. “Jake…Buddy…c’mere and feel this.” Gwen smiled as Jake slowly peeked out from under the cushions. And warily scooted closer. Reaching out a hand.

“Right there,” Hank instructed. Placing their son’s hand on her taut belly. “I don’t feel anything,” Jake shrugged. “Wait…wait just a minute…you have to be patient.” “Dad,” Jake whined. “Just a few more…” “AHHH!!!” Jake yelled. “…seconds,” Hank finished with a grin as Jake jumped back in equal parts fright and amazement.

“That was her,” he said in awe. A new appreciation for his unborn sister in his eyes as his face stretched into a grin wider than his father’s. “Does it hurt when she does that?” he asked. Placing his small hand on Gwen’s stomach again. “Well…sometimes she kicks a little too hard,” she smiled. “And lately she just won’t let me sleep. Just like you and your dad.”

“Just like me,” Jake repeated with pride. “Mom?” he asked. Brown eyes twinkling. “How much longer?” “Not much, Buddy,” Hank answered. Kissing his wife’s neck with a smile. “Not long at all.” “Good,” Jake said matter-of-factly. “I can’t wait.” Aww, Gwen thought. He IS being sweet about it. Kodak moment. Well…sort of. “She’s going to be so much fun to pick on,” he grinned. “Piece of cake.”

Chapter 22

“Uh oh, folks…here she comes. Miss Ali Lo-Fitz is really smokin’ tonight. Our leading scorer. She’s going for it. She shoots. She SCORES!!! Chad exclaimed. Hauling Ali down from his shoulders and squeezing her tight. “Way to go, Squirt!” he grinned. “High five!” Ali giggled wildly when Chad whistled, “Ouch.” “No fair,” Jake grumbled. “CHEATERS!” he yelled. His brown eyes going wide when Ali—and Chad—began chasing him around the Youth Center. “Sheridan!!!” “Hey!” Sheridan shouted. Smiling at the unlikely trio. “I don’t think this place’s built for track and field,” she laughed as Ali flew by her. Racing after Jake. Chad slowed to a stop. Panting. “Sorry,” he apologized. “Hey, big guy,” he grinned. Tickling Cristian’s bare feet. Cristian jerked his feet away. Breaking out into a toothless smile…no, wait a minute. “Wow,” Chad said. “Looks like you got a tooth coming in there.” “Yes, he does,” Sheridan said somewhat tiredly. Shifting him on her hip. “It’s been bothering him all week. Been a little fussy, haven’t we, Cris?” she cooed. Rubbing his dark head affectionately. “He’s growing up so fast. They both are,” she sighed. Glancing at Ali across the room.

“Glad you could make it, Chad,” she said. Settling back against the bleachers. Propping her son up against her knees. “This is going to be some birthday party,” Chad grinned. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he said. Reclining beside her. “All’s well in the Lo-Fitz home, I hope.” “Wonderful,” Sheridan smiled. “What about you? How are things in New York? Ready to come home yet?” she asked hopefully.

“You sure don’t beat around the bush, do you? I like that. Things are great in New York. Better than ever. Theresa…” “Whoa! Hold up there. What’s this about Theresa? What’s going on between you two?” “Nothing,” Chad protested. “We’re just friends. New York is a big city. It’s nice to have a connection to home,” he smiled. Uh huh. If you say so, Sheridan thought. There’s more to this than meets the eye. But she didn’t say anything. Not yet anyway.

“Mommy!” Ali’s sweet voice interrupted. “Jake messed up my hair,” she pouted. Indignant tears pooling in her big blue eyes. “Jake,” Sheridan scolded. “Ow,” Ali cried as Cristian’s greedy little hands latched onto a fistful of her blond mane. “Mommy,” she whined as he gave it a spirited tug. Jake snickered in the background as Sheridan had to literally pry Cristian’s chubby fingers loose. “You’re so mean!” Ali yelled. Burying her face in Sheridan’s neck. Her hot tears seeping into the material of her shirt.

Jake lowered his head shamefully when Sheridan looked at him. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly. Shuffling his feet nervously. “But I…I like her hair,” he admitted. Red-faced. “It’s pretty,” he mumbled. Ali peeked at him shyly from Sheridan’s warm embrace. The tiniest of smiles forming on her face. Sheridan bit her lip. To keep from cracking up when Ali waltzed over to Jake and nearly knocked him down with the force of her hug. “Jake,” Chad teased. “What’s your secret? You got all the ladies chasing after you.” Jake yanked out of Ali’s grasp and darted away. “Ugh! I HATE girls!” he screamed. The sound echoing off the Youth Center’s walls.

“You’re in denial, little buddy,” Hank laughed. “Hank,” Sheridan greeted. “I didn’t see you come in.” “Well…with As Jake and Ali’s World Turns, who would?” he grinned. “Chad,” he said with a nod of his head. “Came to pick up the rugrat. Dinner at the good ole Bec’s tonight. Gotta come up with something new to drive her crazy. Something she hasn’t already seen. I’ve already used all my best stuff.” “Hank,” Sheridan and Chad laughed in unison. “Hey…it’s my mission in life to drive the woman nuts,” he joked. “Jake! Come on! We’re late! Bye, guys. See you tomorrow at Ali’s party.” “Ahhhh!!! Dad!!! Watch out!!!” Jake yelled. Escaping out the front door. “I give him ten—fifteen years tops—before HE’s chasing HER,” Chad laughed. Maybe he was on to something, Sheridan thought with a smile. Maybe.

Chapter 23

“Hank,” Gwen said tiredly as they waited for someone to answer the door. “Please…for one night…leave Mother alone. I’m not up to one of your little mini-wars tonight.” “Aww. But Babe…me and Jake cooked up this awesome way to get her goat…the best one yet.” “I don’t care,” Gwen said pointedly. Rubbing a hand over her belly. “I can’t take much excitement tonight. It’s been a very long day.”

“Mom,” Jake whined. “Dad was going to…” “If it isn’t my beautiful darling daughter,” Jonathan Hotchkiss smiled. Wrapping his arms around Gwen. “Come inside. We’ve been waiting for you. Your mother is having a fit.” “I know, Daddy. We’re late. Again.” “Darling…it’s not your fault. Your mother has fits ALL the time,” he laughed.

“Tell me about it,” Jake muttered. “She’s going through THE CHANGE.” “Jake!” Gwen sputtered in astonishment. “What?” Jake asked with a shrug of his small shoulders. Confusion in his brown eyes. Jonathan chuckled in amusement. “Bennett…quit giving him new material. Are you TRYING to drive Mother to the brink of insanity?”

“The brink,” Hank grinned. “Babe…she’s already plunged off the deep end if you ask me. No offense, Mr. Hotchkiss.” “See, Mom?” Jake said. His brown eyes twinkling in a manner identical to his father’s at that moment. Thank God you’re a girl, honey, she thought silently. Placing a protective hand on her abdomen. Or else I might be joining Mother at that slippery edge.

“There you are! Where have you been? Wait. Don’t tell me,” Rebecca screeched. Making all four people standing before her wince simultaneously. “Dad,” Jake whispered. Tugging on his father’s sleeve. “Can I have the ear plugs now?” Hank reached in his pocket and discreetly made the exchange. Gwen caught the motion out of the corner of her eye and pinched her husband on the backside in irritation. “Ouch!” Hank yelped. “Just for that…I’m not letting you have a pair.” She glared at him and tapped her foot furiously. WHAT was Mother rambling about? “…been playing in the dump again?”

“Actually,” Hank grinned. “Hank picked Jake up from the Youth Center right before we came, Mother,” Gwen interrupted. Smirking at the look of disappointment on Hank’s face. You are NOT going to goad her into one of her infamous hissy fits tonight. Not if I can help it, she thought with a smile. Although…nah. She wasn’t up to it. Maybe some other time, she thought. Taking a seat in the chair her father pulled out for her. Oh god, she thought. How was she supposed to reach the damn silverware two feet away from the table. “I feel like such a cow,” she grumbled under her breath. “Moo,” Hank teased. Earning himself a good swift kick in the shin. “Sorry,” he mumbled. Definitely NOT in a good mood. The joke’s lost on her.

“Jake Bennett!” her mother shrieked like a banshee halfway through dinner. “Should I just have Susan bring in a trowel?” “Huh?” Jake said cluelessly. Shoving another forkful of food in his mouth. “I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised,” Rebecca sighed woefully. “Your father IS a complete swine.” “Mother,” Gwen warned. “Thank you so much, Mom,” Hank said sarcastically. “That must make you Miss Piggy.” “Miss Piggy!” Jake guffawed. Jonathan’s silverware clattered against the china when he dropped it in shock. Rumbling with laughter at the look of horror on his wife’s face. Come to think of it…there were a few similarities.

“That’s it,” Gwen said forcefully. Pushing her plate forward and struggling out of her seat. “I asked you to behave,” she said in a low voice. Giving Hank what could only be described as a “Death” look. Uh oh. Looked like his son-in-law was well on his way to spending the night on the couch. “Wait right here, little buddy,” Hank ordered. Getting up and going after his wife. “Gwen! Gwen! Wait a minute!” Awfully spry for a pregnant lady, he thought as he rushed to catch up with her. “Look,” he said. Gently grabbing her arm. “I’m sorry. No. Don’t cry,” he said softly as he watched her eyes fill up with tears.

“Hank. Why couldn’t you…why didn’t you back off for ONE night? One night was all I asked. I’m so tired,” she sighed. “My emotions are all over the place. And I just can’t handle this right now.” He reached up and wiped away her tears with his thumb. And noticed the fatigue written all over her face. The sight made him feel guilty as hell. "I'm so sorry,” he said sincerely. Rubbing her back soothingly as she crumpled in his arms in exhaustion.

“I feel like I’ve been pregnant for a thousand years. And I look like I’m going to give birth to a litter. Not one little girl. It’s been a really hard day. You’re just being yourself,” she sniffled. Looking into his loving brown eyes. “I’m just a little touchy today,” she apologized. “No, Babe. It’s MY fault. I…” “Shut up, Bennett. Before you convince me you DO deserve to sleep on the sofa tonight,” she smiled slightly. Pecking him on the lips. “Come on,” she said. “Let’s wipe that pleased little smirk right off of my mother’s face.” I knew we were made for each other, Hank thought with a grin. Perfect for each other.

Chapter 24

“I thought you’d be in here,” Luis said softly. Sheridan stroked Ali’s silky blond hair lovingly. “I can’t believe it, Luis. My baby’s five today,” she whispered. Leaning back into his strong embrace. “Yeah, she is,” he chuckled. “Sheridan…Baby. It’s barely six in the morning.” Her smile lit up the dimly lit room. “I know,” she said sheepishly. “But I did wait this time.” Luis hugged her tighter. An enormous grin taking over his handsome features as he remembered. It was Ali’s first birthday…

*****”Mmm. Sheridan,” Luis sighed in his sleep. Seeking out her warmth. And not finding it. Her side of the bed was empty. Cold. “Sheridan,” he called again. His brown eyes searching for her. He hadn't heard Ali cry, he realized. Swinging his legs over the side of the bed. Padding down to the nursery in bare feet.

“There you are,” he said. Smiling at the sight before him. His wife was singing to their daughter. Not a lullaby. But ‘Happy Birthday.’ At 3 o’clock in the morning. “Sheridan,” he laughed. “Luis,” Sheridan said. Blue eyes sparkling in the darkness. “Don’t you dare laugh at me,” she said. Laughing at herself. “I couldn’t help myself.” “But Baby,” Luis said in a teasing voice. Shaking his head. “You’re going to be one of those mothers that wake up their grown kids at ungodly hours to wish them ‘Happy Birthday’, aren’t you?”

Even in the darkness, he could see her cheeks flush with embarrassment. He thought she was so adorable at that precise moment. “Your mommy’s too cute for words, AliCat,” he laughed. Tickling Ali’s feet and making her squirm in Sheridan’s arms. “Dada,” Ali babbled. Her blue eyes lighting up at the sight of her father. Her tiny arms reaching for him. Sheridan kissed Ali’s golden head with a sigh and settled her in Luis’s arms.

“Hey, Birthday girl,” Luis said. Grinning as Ali laid her head against his chest and stuck her thumb in her mouth. Sheridan stood from her seat in the rocking chair and slipped an arm around his waist. Rubbing Ali’s back. Humming with contentment. “Luis…I never dreamed I’d be this happy. I love you,” she whispered. Standing on tiptoe to meet his lips with a gentle kiss.*****

“You’re getting better,” he admitted. Leaning down and kissing her neck. “I say three whole hours is definitely an improvement. At least you won’t be fighting sleep during this birthday party,” he teased. “Luis,” she laughed. Her elbow connecting soundly with his ribs. “Sorry,” he winced. “Ah. My gorgeous wife. The not-so-secret voilently inclined sap.” Against her will, Sheridan burst into helpless laughter.

“Mommy?” came a sleepy voice from the bed beside them. “Hi, sweetie,” Sheridan whispered. Tracing Ali’s sweet features with her finger. “Guess what today is?” Luis challenged with a grin. Ali’s blue eyes grew wide and sparkled with happiness. “My birthday,” she said happily. “I’m a big girl today,” she said. Sitting up in her bed. Her blanket slipping to her waist forgotten. Miss Priss pounced on the bed. Purring loudly and contentedly. If Luis didn’t know better, he’d think the pain in the ass was annoying him on purpose.

“Luis,” Sheridan laughed. Rolling her eyes. “Call a truce. Just for today.” “Okay,” he grumbled. Making Ali squeal with delight when he scooped her up in his arms unexpectedly. “Daddy,” she giggled. “Come on, Mommy,” he said. Glancing in Sheridan’s direction. “You know what time it is, Get ready AliCat. ‘Cause Mommy’s about to serenade us.” Ali’s blue eyes twinkled as Sheridan softly sang Happy Birthday to her. And she erupted into giggles again when Luis added his piece. “I’m a big girl, Daddy. But I’m not old.”

Chapter 25

“Do I have to wear this stupid hat?” Jake grumbled. “Only babies wear hats,” he said. Crossing his arms over his chest in disgust. “You can take it off if you want to, Jake,” Sheridan smiled. “But I happen to think you look very dashing in it.” He didn’t exactly know what dashing meant. But he didn’t care. He was on top of the world when Sheridan kissed his cheek. His grin saying it all. “Aww. How cute,” Kay teased. “Now I know why you don’t have any front teeth.” Jake’s brown eyes narrowed, and he stuck his tongue out at his cousin. “Jake Bennett! Stop that right now!” he heard his mother yell. Did she have eyes in the back of her head?

“Good one, Babe,” Hank grinned. “You got him thinking.” Luis chuckled at the puzzled look on Jake’s face. “Mama can testify…all mothers have eyes in the back of their heads.” Ali gasped in horror. Her blue eyes zeroing in her own mommy’s blond head. “Grandpa Martin? Is it true?” she whispered. Her blue eyes wide as saucers. Her grandpa laughed. And lifted her up in his arms. “Should we investigate?” he suggested. “Hmm. Who should we try first?” Ali tapped her tiny finger on her chin thoughtfully. “Jessica,” she finally said.

“Luis,” Sheridan laughed. Pecking him on the lips affectionately. “You really need to watch what you say around her. You know she believes everything that comes out of her daddy’s mouth like it’s the gospel.” “Man. Wish the little buddy had as much faith in me. But he learned all my tricks a long time ago. He’s even taught me some new ones. The kid’s a genius, Luis.” Gwen rolled her eyes goodnaturedly. “Of course, you think that. He’s your clone.” “Ha! Uncle Hank!” Kay smirked in amusement. “Conceited much? Uh oh. Looks like I have to go divert disaster. MJ! No! Let go of Faith’s hair!”

“Too late,” Chad grinned. “Does that kid got a grip or what?” Theresa’s brown eyes sparkled. And she couldn’t help but laugh and wince at the same when MJ’s ear-splitting screams filled the air. “Mama!” Faith cried. Her little face crumpling and tears pouring forth. “Not the perfect 5th birthday party you’d imagined for Ali, huh?” Theresa asked. Smiling at the look on Sheridan’s face. “The only thing that would make it more ‘perfect’ would be…” She didn’t have time to finish her thought before Cristian started bawling at the top of his lungs. “That.”

“I’ll take care of him, Mija,” Pilar said with a gentle pat on her arm. “Why don’t you bring out the cake?” Bribe ‘em with cake, Sheridan. At least they can’t scream with their mouths full. “Let me help,” Ivy said. Following into the relative quietness of the kitchen. “Oh, Ivy,” Sheridan sighed. Wiping at her brow in frustration. “This party was supposed to be perfect. But nobody’s having a good time. I mean…Hank’s out there passing out ear plugs.” “He is,” Ivy said hopefully. “Yeah,” Sheridan laughed softly. “If you hurry…you might still get a pair.” Ivy grinned at her sheepishly. “I’m sorry.” “No apology necessary,” Sheridan smiled. “Here. Why don’t you carry the ice cream?”

The sight of the glowing candles on top of the chocolate cake did the trick. Luis took Ali from his papa’s arms and held her close as they all started singing ‘Happy Birthday.’ Memories of this morning replaying in his mind’s eye as he heard Sheridan’s clear voice. “Make a wish, Ali,” Grace urged with a smile. “You can do it,” Ethan encouraged. Ali’s eyes fluttered shut, and everyone waited with baited breath for her to blow the candles out. “Jake!” Gwen groaned when her son took the initiative and blew them out himself. “What? She was taking too long,” he huffed. “Daddy,” Ali pouted. Tears welling up in her blue eyes. “Jake, you’re such a heartbreaker,” Kay said. “Making all the little girls cry.”

“AliCat,” Luis soothed. Wiping her tears away gently. “It’s okay. Mommy’ll light the candles again. How’s that?” “O—k—a—y,” Ali sniffled. Tucking her blond head under her daddy’s chin as her mommy lit the candles for a second time. Sam chuckled in the background. Kay had her hand clamped over Jake’s mouth this time. Big mistake. That left one half of the daring duo free to do as he wished. Ali barely had four of the five candles blown out before MJ’s greedy little hands dove into the chocolate cake. “Dios mio,” Pilar muttered. Handing Cristian over to Martin. And grabbing MJ. Barely dodging his sticky, gooey hands as they reached for her face. “Miguel,” she hissed. Properly chastised, Miguel took his son from his mother’s arms and made a beeline for the bathroom.

“Mommy,” Ali said tearfully. Her chin quivering. “MJ ruined my cake.” “Oh, sweetie,” Sheridan said. Rubbing Ali’s back as she wrapped herself around her. “No, he didn’t, Baby. It still TASTES good. I promise.” Ali studied her skeptically. “Good,” Faith giggled. Plunging her hands into the gooey mess. “She’s just testing your hypothesis,” Reese said with an embarrassed shrug of his shoulders as Jessica pulled Faith’s hands free from the remainder of the cake. “Luis,” Sheridan pleaded. When Ali’s blue eyes began to water again. “AliCat…Ali…look at me, sweetheart,” Luis pleaded when she buried her face in his wife’s neck. “Luis! Luis! N…oomph,” was all she was able to say before he stuffed chocolate cake in her mouth. “What do you say, Mommy?” he teased. Grinning at her flashing blue eyes as laughter echoed around the room. “Mommy,” Ali giggled. “Still good. In fact,” she said. Scooping up a piece in her hands and cramming it into Luis’s face. “I think it tastes better this way.” “She got you good, Daddy,” Ali squealed. “FOOD FIGHT!” Jake yelled. Diving into the cake with both hands. “Oh dear Lord,” Ivy shrieked. “I was not expecting THIS,” she sighed as chocolate icing hit her square in the face. “Do they know how to throw a party or not?” Hank grinned.

Part Three