Chapter Four

The Reunion

Evans House

"So are you ready to go Chloe?" Liz asked as she buckled up her son into his car seat.

"Yeah, I'm as ready as I'll ever be. Let's just get the show on the road so that I can get this over with." Chloe said as she got into the passenger seat.

"Alright, then let's go Kay and Maria are going to meet us there. They had to go run an errand." Liz said as she got into her own seat, buckled her safety belt, and started on the road to Lopez-Fitzgerald home.


Meanwhile at the Lopez-Fitzgerald home…

The guys were all asleep on various pieces of furniture. The sound of the phone ringing was oblivious to the men. After about seven rings the phoned stopped ringing. Not one of the men showed any signs of getting up, they were all dead to the world. Who would believe that in this day and age four grown men do not know how to have a good time without sleeping the day away?

At around ten in the morning, two cars carrying four wives and three children arrived at the Lopez-Fitzgerald home, at the same time. As Maria, unbuckled her two-year old twins she saw Chloe watching her, and her hand traveled down to her own unborn child.

"You know Chloe everything will be fine, you have nothing to worry about. All you need to think about is the child that you and Philip created together. And in a couple of months you will be blessed with your own son or daughter." Maria said as she hugged her small blonde-haired daughter to her, before she lowered her to the ground. "Devon, honey, why don't you go ahead with your Auntie Kay and Auntie Liz? I have to get your brother up and you know how long that might take." She said as she urged her to go to the house.

"Maria, I can take her in for you." Chloe said as she the little girl cling to her mother's leg.

"Sweetie, that a good idea. Why don't you go up with Auntie Chloe instead of waiting on me. I will be right behind you, I promise."

"Okay, mommy." Devon said as she allowed Chloe to pick her up and head to the house where Liz, Gabriel (Liz's son), and Kay stood waiting.

"Thank you, babe. Azarian can be a little hard to wake up after spending the night with his Tia Pilar. I'll be just a second," she said as she turned back to the SUV and lifted her small spiked-hair son up from his car seat and placed his head on her shoulder. Then, Maria shut the door and followed Chloe to the door that Kay was in the process of opening.

"Maria and I called the house earlier to see if the guys wanted anything. But, we didn't get an answer. So they must still be sleeping." Kay said as she began to walk over the threshold of the house.

As the women walked forward into the house, the sight before their eyes immediately astounded them. They all gasped followed by the alarmed sounds of them calling out their husband's names:

"Maxwell Evans,"

"Michael Guerin," - "Get up, NOW!" The four women said irately.

"Miguel Lopez-Fitzgerald,"

"Philip Kiriakis,"

As Philip shot up at the sound of his wife's voice, he instantly regretted it. It seemed as if a sledgehammer went right to his head. But, as he looked up his vision began to come clearer. And then he saw them, at the door way with looks of outrage on their faces. It was them, the wives. Man, were they in trouble. When he looked around he saw the reason for their madness. The living room was a complete mess. There were beer and soda cans and bags of chips decorating the entire floor. Besides, the condition of the room the men weren't in much better shape. Miguel was in a comfortable chair with his shirt half unbuttoned and hair all over his head. Max was in his jean and a t-shirt that looked like he had poured soda and stuff all over it. His hair was also all over the place. And Michael, well he didn't look much different except for the fact that his hair was even wilder than it usually was. Plus, he was completely laid out across the couch.

Then, Philip looked back at the women. They were mad as hell as they surveyed the damage done to the house. What in the hell were they going to do? He wondered as he along with the other men got up and adjusted themselves. He unconsciously, buttoned up his shirt shoved a hand through his hair in an attempt to fix it. He waited, not knowing what was going to happen next.