Starting Over-17

Rating: PG-13 Summary: Few years after college. This is an AU. Authors' note: This story is told from each of the characters' points of view. This may start out weird. But never fear, I'm a dreamer all the way (

**Liz**

I get off the phone after a long phone call. "Bye, Maria."

"Goodbye, and good luck!" She says happily and gets off the phone. That girl was just way too cheerful. Maybe it's the fact that she's pregnant. They said that pregnant women glow and Maria really does glow.

I wonder if I glowed. Maria said I did. Then again I have another chance to see if I will.

**Max**

I walk in the house with Daniel, totally exhausted. Soccer practice with six year olds is too much. Those little rats can run forever.

"Liz?" I call. I don't even think about it. I automatically call when I walk in the door.

"Kitchen." She answers back. I hear the water shut off as well as the TV go on in Daniel's room.

"How'd your day go?" I ask her while circling her waist. "How many kids got detentions?"

"I don't know, actually." She smiled.

"That bad?"

"No, I didn't go to work today. I went for a doctors appointment instead." At these words I feel my face pale.

"What's wrong are you ok, why didn't you tell me before?" My mind goes into over drive.

"Everything's fine. Here's a list of things I need you to do, I made it this morning while I was in the waiting room." She hands me a small piece of paper. I oblige and begin to look at the list.

"Go lay down." I tell her.

"Max, it was just a checkup."

"Please? For me?" He asks and kisses my forehead.

**Liz**

"Fine." I leave the kitchen but just wait in the front room to find what I found earlier. I look around our apartment and decide we probably won't be around here for much longer.

**Max**

I glance down at the list and smile. Some of the things are already checked off.

Take Daniel to practice-check Find Liz-check Marry Liz-check Adopt Daniel-Check Find house-no check

"Liz, why do we need a house? I thought we agreed that our apartment was fine for now." I ask her.

She smiles at me. "Well, if you'd finish reading the list, you'd know why." She waited with her hands on her hips to finish. She needs to not get stuff from Maria.

Get Liz pregnant- check.

I looked at her. She smiled. I looked back down at that check.

"You're pregnant?" I ask still not believing it.

"Yep." She smiles as I pick her up and swing her around.

"Sorry." I set her down, remembering her condition.

"Max, now, I'm pregnant, not an invalid. Don't worry about me every second of the day and please, please don't treat me like I'm a porcelain doll."

"I know, but I can't make any promises." I answered honestly while we went to find Daniel.

**Nine and a half months later**



Michael

Daniel's sitting across from me in the waiting room. He's glaring at me like I'm evil. I've put up with two years of this, and I'm getting sick of it.

Maria insisted that he be ring bearer for our wedding. I had to bribe him to give us our own wedding rings. Why? Why is Liz's little boy look at me this way. Because I married his Aunt Maria.

Daniel just stuck his tongue at me. I glance at Maria she's busy with Christopher. Should I do it back and risk it? What the heck.

I do it.

SMACK.

Crap.

"Michael what did I say about harassing that poor boy?" She whispers to me.

"He did it first." I tried to defend myself although it was pointless.

"Who's older?"

"I am?"

"There you go, you did it first." She said and went back to Christopher.

He smiled and ducked under Diane Evans' arm. One day, I'm going to have to get him back. One day Max and Liz are going to need a babysitter. One day everything that little nerd has ever done to me, will come back full force. I smile at the thought.

"Michael, stop plotting revenge against your nephew." God can the woman read my thoughts too?

My thoughts are interrupted when Max comes into the waiting room with a lopsided grin on his face.

Diane stands up when Daniel runs over to Max. "Do I have a little brother or sister, Daddy?" He asks eagerly.

"Both." He says and smiles a full blown smile.

"Two?" He holds up two of his fingers.

"Yeah two, you wanna come meet them?" Max asks. "Yeah, yeah, yeah." He says excitedly clapping his hands.

"I'll be right back, Nana." He tells Diane and then runs off hand in hand with Max.

Excited much?

**Liz**

I guess six years is too long to wait to have kids, I think I forgot how much it hurts. But already the pain is dulling as I hold my twins in my hands. I wonder who went through more pain Max or me.

We had both known there were going to be twins, but we decided on waiting till the due date to announce it.

"Hi, Mommy." I heard a small voice in the doorway.

"Hi, darling." I stroked his head.

"What's their names?" He asked, leaning over the edge of the bed.

"Well, we have your brother's name. His name is Ryan Alexander Evans."

"I like it." He was straining his neck to see his sister who was on the other side.

"Max, honey, lift Daniel onto the bed please." I said.

"He'll be too heavy." Max protested.

"No, he won't, now lift him up here."

He looked at me but lifted Daniel up none the less. "Now, we need your help for your sister's." He looked excited. "Daddy and I disagree about her middle name, Julia is her first, which do you like, Anne or Elizabeth for middle name?"

He looked at Max and he looked at me. "I like Elizabeth better." He said decidedly.

"Why?" I asked. Max's face lit up because that had been his choice.

"Because that's your name." He said.

"I know, do you like it?" I asked to make sure.

"Yep, a lot."

"OK." I said. "Eileen's going to like them." He said confidently.

"Who's Eileen?" Max asked.

"My friend." Daniel told him.

"Oh."

"Daddy, Julia can't have any boyfriends. OK." He said seriously.

"No, she can't." He agreed.

"Max, be serious." I plead for my daughter's case.

"No, absolutely not. When she's 25 maybe." He said.

"Ryan and me will make sure she doesn't, OK, Daddy?" He asked.

"Perfect."

My poor daughter, she has three Evan's males on her case. I'll just have to stick up for her. Oh, well.

THE END

(A/N: I'm going to try working on a sequel but, I'm not making any promises.)