Title: Child of Love (sequel to CAN DREAMS BE MORE THAN JUST DREAM) 16/?

Author: Christen Hays (PurpleHaysC@netscape.com)

Comments: please send me all you comments. Please! This story is the sequel to CAN DREAMS BE MORE THAN JUST DREAM. Please read it first!

Distribution: if you want to use this fanfic or any other than just ask first.

The phone rang again. "Luis, can you get that?" Pilar asked.

"Sure." He picked up the phone. "Lopiz-Fitgerald house."

"Luis."

"Ethan?"

"Yeah, can you come over to the mansion quickly and bring the whole family?"

"Sure but why?" He asked worried.

"Just hurry." He said as he hung up the phone.

"Who was that?" Sheridan asked.

"Your crazy nephew."

"Is something wrong?"

"I don't know. He just said to bring the whole family to the mansion."

"Something must be wrong." Gabi said.

"No honey nothing's wrong at least I don't think so. We'll know soon though."

"I hope you're right." She said scared.

Sheridan went over to her. "If something was wrong he would have told you."

"Actually he wouldn't have, he wouldn't want to worry me. Which is what he is doing."

"Oh sweetie!" She went over and held her.

"The poor child." Kay said.

"Who?" Jessica asked.

"Noah's future child. Can you picture him raising a child?"

"Not really." Jessica said.

"Hey! I don't appreciate that!" Noah said.

"Well it wasn't meant to be a complaint." Kay said.

The phone rang. She picked it up. "Hello?"

"Kay?"

"Yes, Ethan you sound very excited, what's wrong?"

"Don't have time to explain. Just come to the mansion right away and bring everyone."

"But wh…" He hung up. "Ok, I've got one thing to say, the males in this family are jerks."

"Hey!"

"She's right, Noah. Kay, what did Ethan say?"

"To come to the mansion immediately and bring the family, that's all."

 "Is something wrong?" Miguel asked.

Kay turned around. "I don't know but we need to hurry."

Sam's cell phone rang. "Excuse me." He picked up the phone. "Hello? Ethan?"

"Dad, I need you and Mom to come in the living room quickly."

"But why?"

"Just do it and call Uncle Hank."

The phone went dead.

"Who was that?" Ivy asked.

"Our lunatic son."

"But isn't he just upstairs?"

"Yes."

"So why did he call you?"

"How should I know? He just told us to go into the living room and to call Hank."

"Well then do it." Ivy said.

"Why?"

"He doesn't ask for much does he?"

"No but…"

"Just call Hank."

"Fine but this he gets from you."