"They're coming! They're really coming!" Michael was shouting gleefully down the stairs.
"That's great, sweetie!" Holly called back. "Now can you come down here and help David with his shoes? He's getting the laces all in a knot again."
Michael Scott hurried down the stairs and headed into the foyer of his home, where his oldest son David was sprawled out on the floor, struggling with his tiny sneakers.
"Hey buddy, how's it goin'?" Michael asked him cheerfully.
"Not very good, Daddy," David replied sullenly. "I messed them up again. Laces are hard."
"I know, buddy, trust me. I wore Velcro until I was 14," Michael giggled as he sat down to work the gigantic knot out of his son's tennis shoes.
"Really?" David asked with wide eyes. "Wow. That's me in...10 years!" he counted on his little fingers.
"Yes sir it is," Michael said wistfully. Time had seemed to drag when he had been wishing for a family. Now that he had one it was flying by. "Well, there ya go, all better," he said as he tied up David's laces for him. "Now let's go get the grocery list from Mommy." Michael picked up his adorable little four year old boy, swung him over his shoulder and strolled into the kitchen with David giggling hysterically the whole way. There they found Holly sitting at the kitchen table helping two year olds Ethan and Emily with their snack of bananas and peanut butter, a favorite in the Scott household. Michael admired the little family that was sitting before him-his family. This is what he had wished for his entire life. He had everything he could ask for. Holly was his soulmate, and there was no one else on this earth that understood him like she did. She laughed at all of his jokes, even the racist ones. She made him feel appreciated, and needed, and wanted, and most of all loved, even when he said something stupid or forgot to take out the trash. She had given him this family. They had found out they were pregnant with David almost immediately after they made the move to Boulder, which shocked and delighted them. They decided not to have their wedding until after he was born, which made it all the more special. David had recently turned one when they tied the knot in a small church ceremony, and was Michael's best man in the wedding (held by Holly's brother Mark). He was pretty sure that they conceived the twins that night. Ethan William and Emily Grace were born just before David's second birthday. Holly had given them the middle names Will and Grace after her favorite television show, which Michael had been a little hesitant about, but then she reminded him that he had named their firstborn David Ryan after his old boss and his protege at Dunder Mifflin (and when Ryan heard the news, he hadn't been all that pleased, although David Wallace had been flattered). They were getting older and both knew that they wanted a fairly large family, but Holly wasn't sure her petite and aging body would be able to handle another pregnancy after carrying twins for 9 months. So they hadn't tried for awhile, but when Holly's father died unexpectedly weeks after David's third birthday, Michael knew that the only thing that would cheer her up would be another baby. So a few months after the funeral he convinced her to try for one more; and now, their family was about to be completed. Their fourth child, a girl, from the ultrasound, was due in a matter of weeks. Since Holly wasn't as young as she used to be, the doctors had decided to induce her on the Saturday of Labor day weekend, just to make sure that everything went smoothly for her. Michael had asked if they could have Jim and Pam and their kids come for a visit to get to know their godchild and to help him watch the other three kids to give Holly some time to get settled with the new baby, and she had gratefully agreed. He also planned to invite Dwight and Angela, just because he missed them so much. He hadn't yet told her about them yet, but hey, that couldn't hurt, right? Dwight was apparently some baby whisperer anyway.
Michael set David down and grabbed the shopping list off the counter, then stopped long enough to crouch between the twins and give them big slobbery smooches on their cheeks, causing them to squeal with laughter, before snatching a slice of banana and popping it in his mouth. Giving Holly's shoulders a quick squeeze, he ran out to his car with David in tow to go get some things for dinner. On the way, he decided he would call Dwight and Angela. He knew Holly wouldn't mind. Then, while scrolling through his contacts, he came across a few more names, and a one-of-a-kind Michael Scott smile spread across his face. Might as well make it a reunion!