Author Notes-Please Read! To an anonymous user: yes, that is exactly why I choose the name! (Hint: every name in my story has some kind of connection to something that I enjoy, or just a SOM/Julie connection. See if you can spot a big one that'll come in the next few chapters ; D)

On Geunevere: her name is pronounced Gwenavere, or somewhere along those lines..

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Chapter 3:

"Liesl? Is that really you?" I ask her.

"Who is at the door?" I hear a familiar voice ask, the voice of none other than--

"Max!" Says Maria, coming to the door. "Come on in!"

"The children are up in the nursery," explained Liesl, who is already heading upstairs to get them.

"Where is Georg?" I ask Maria.

"Oh, he's in the study," she replies.

All of a sudden, I hear the children running out of the nursery to the hall. After all these years, they still

sound like a stampede of buffalo!

"Uncle Max!"

They all run down the stairs faster than I ever could, and practically knock me over with their hugs. I notice

a little girl standing beside Liesl, Louisa, and someone I presume to be someone helping them out.

"Is it really you?" Brigitta asks me.

"How did you get here?"

"How did you find us?"

"Children," Maria says. "How about one question at a time?"

Everyone quiets and I hear the footsteps of someone coming out of the study.

"Who was at the--" I see Georg, and he cuts off as he sees me.

"Max?" He says in disbelief.

"Surprise, surprise." I say with a huge smile.

A young man follows him out.

"Ah, Rolfe, this is Max," says Georg. "This is Liesl's husband," he adds.

I shake his hand and say, "Congratulations for being able to get past Georg and marry his oldest daughter."

I tell him.

He laughs. "Oh, it wasn't hard." He replies, winking at Liesl.

"And who are these little ones?" I ask, nodding towards Liesl and Louisa.

Maria smiles. "I almost forgot to introduce them to you! This is Johannes," she says.

"And these are Liesl's twins, Maria and Max Jr." Maria adds.

"Well, I guess you all have been very busy." I say, winking toward Georg and Rolfe. They laugh.

"How did you get here, Max?" Maria asks.

As if on cue, I hear my wife say, "Hello."

I lead her to the von Trapps.

"This is my wife, Geunevere." I say.

"Geunevere, this is the von Trapp family."

This is the one time, if ever, that I would want to freeze time. I will forever remember the look of surprise

on everyone's face!

Maria is the first to regain her composure.

"Congratulations!" She says, to me and Geunevere.

"Max, I thought you would never get married! I guess I inspired you." Georg says with a laugh.

"Why don't we all go to the parlor so we can get catch up on everything?" suggests Liesl.

Everyone goes to the parlor, Geunevere and start answering the children's questions, and even asking a few

ourselves.

"Did you ever find your singing group, Max?" Georg says, smiling

I shake my head, "All I could find was Geunevere." I say jokingly.

"I should've known that's how you would find a wife!" he replies, and we laugh.

Several hours passed in this fashion, although it seemed like minutes to all of us.

We are interrupted by the lunch bell.

"I didn't realized what time it was!" Liesl exclaims.

"Will you stay for lunch?" Maria asks, looking at Genevieve and me. I laugh.

"We have too!" I say.

Maria looks confused. So I explain, "My wife and I were on the way to the market, and my tire went flat

just when I didn't have a spare."

Everyone laughs.

"Well, in that case, I guess you will have to stay!" Liesl replies.

"Why don't you come with us? We are going to have a picnic in the hills." Maria asks. "We are planning

on leaving in about forty-five minutes, and we will have our dinner up there. There's also a lovely little

lake nearby, perfect for swimming, and I'm sure the children will come up will plenty of games."

"We'd love to!" My wife says excitedly, speaking for both of us.

Liesl replied, "If you need a bathing suit, I'm sure we have some extra ones around here somewhere."

We all head off for the dining room to eat a lunch that is fit for a king. Or at least a Baron.