A/N: Hey, guys, I'm back! I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long for this sequel. I couldn't stay away from this story for too long; I needed to get back to it, just like all of you. :) I hope you all enjoy this story as much as you enjoyed the first one. Here's the first chapter.

~ Chapter One ~

~~ Happy Days ~~

January

Emily

A shrill whistle cut through the air, bouncing off the high ceiling and walls. The four year old giggled and laughed, then she blew on the whistle again. The girls had turned four just last month with a big party, celebrating another year that they were both happy and healthy. Emily smiled down at Mackenzie, taking the whistle from the little girl's lips before she blew on it again.

"Good job, Kenzie," Emily praised, as she placed the little girl back on her feet. She stood next to her sister as the swim team climbed out of the pool and gathered around. The girls were all too adorable in their similar bathing suits and braids. They each wore a white one-piece; Mackenzie's had purple flowers and ruffles at the waist and Molly's had orange flowers and ruffles.

"Here, mommy," Molly said, holding out the clipboard.

"Thank you, baby," Emily smiled at her, taking it. Then, she turned to the team. "Ok, good practice, everybody. We don't have a meet until next weekend, but we're still going to have our regular practices. I'm going to switch up the lineup next time, so everybody pay attention next practice." The team was dismissed after that, and they dispersed to the locker rooms to change.

"Mommy, we swim now?" Mackenzie asked, tugging on Emily's pants.

"Yeah, go put your life vests on," Emily told them. "The class should be here in a couple minutes." The girls ran off to get their vests from the bench. The swim class was technically for older kids, but the twins loved to be in the water and being mommy's helpers. Making sure she could still see them, Emily began cleaning up after the team and preparing for the class. She gathered some kick-boards together for today's lesson.

Suddenly, a loud cry reverberated off the walls. Emily turned just in time to see Mackenzie bite down on Molly's arm with her teeth. Molly had her life vest half on, and Kenzie had her other hand on it, as well. Molly cried, squeezing her eyes shut. Emily rushed over to the girls.

"Kenzie, hey, we don't bite!" Emily reprimanded her young daughter. She dropped the kick-boards down beside the bleachers and knelt down in front of them. Mackenzie backed up a step, and Molly fell into Emily's arms, wrapping her own arms around her, still crying. "What happened?"

"Molly, take my vest!" Mackenzie accused, pointing at her sister. One of the drawbacks of the twins having the exact same things is the objects getting mixed up and fights breaking out. Molly shook her head vehemently against Emily's shoulder.

"Well, let's see..." Emily refereed. She used one hand to check the tag on the vest hanging on Molly's arm and printed neatly on it was Molly's name. "Kenzie, this Molly's vest. Where's yours?"

"No, Molly take mine!" Mackenzie argued, stomping her foot. "I put mine under my towel and..." She retraced her steps to prove that she was right, but, instead when she picked up her towel, her pink and blue vest slipped from the bench onto the floor. "Oh, oops," Kenzie giggled.

"See, you need to remember where you put your things," Emily told her. "Now, is there something you want to say to your sister?" Molly stood up straight, her finger playing with her lip as she wiped her cheeks dry with her other hand.

Mackenzie walked over to her sister. "Sorry, Molly," she apologized, and wrapped her little arms around Molly. Molly hugged her back. Then, Kenzie kissed her sister on her arm over the teeth marks she had left there.

"That's my girls," Emily grinned, running a hand down each of their braids. "But, Kenzie, you still bit Molly. So, I want you to put your vest on and sit right here until class begins. Molly's going to help me first."

"No! Nooo! No!" Mackenzie whined, rising up and down on the balls of her feet.

"I'm sorry, Mackenzie," Emily said, standing back up. The students from the swim class, who were between the ages of six and eight, began to filter into room. Mackenzie turned and sat down on the bleachers, and immediately started to cry. Emily hated to see either of her daughters crying, but being a parent meant making the hard choices, too. Mackenzie had to learn her lesson.

Emily called the class to order, and instructed each of them to take a kick-board and get in the water. She slipped out of her track pants, and slipped into the water herself. Then, she lifted Molly into the pool. Molly was overexcited, treading water around in a circle, as the class got underway. About a couple minutes later, Mackenzie was allowed to get up and sit on the edge of the pool. Molly and Mackenzie switched places halfway through the lesson, and it was like that whole ugly mess was long forgotten.

As Emily dismissed the class, the twins swam around the pool, playing tag. The last kid left with their parents, and Emily turned away from the wall of the pool, back to the girls. "Ok, girls, just a couple more minutes, then we have to go," she told the twins.

"YAY!" Molly and Mackenzie chorused, in unison. Then, they began splashing each other. Soon, the girls were ganging up on their mommy, and they were all screaming and having fun. Emily lay back, floating, and the girls swam onto either side of her, holding on to her arms. A few minutes passed as they lay in the water.

"It looks like I'm missing out on all the fun," a voice said from up on the deck.

The three of them looked up, and saw Maya standing above them. "Mommy!" Molly and Mackenzie exclaimed together, swimming over to the side of the pool. Maya touched the tops of their wet heads, kneeling down.

"Hi," Maya smiled at them. "Did you have fun with mommy?"

"Yep," Mackenzie replied, with a big smile of her own. Molly began to try to climb out of the pool. Maya reached out to hold on to her, helping her, so that she didn't hurt herself.

"We teached da kids to swim!" Molly added, flourishing her arms and flicking water everywhere.

"You did?!" Maya laughed. Molly had some loose hair sticking to her face, and Maya pushed them back off of her face. Emily lifted Mackenzie out of the pool, and then herself, sitting on the edge.

"They were both really good helpers," Emily said, proudly. She pulled her long hair over her shoulder and started squeezing the water out of it. Maya leaned in and kissed Emily on the lips, sweetly, murmuring 'I missed you'. Emily whispered it back, grinning, and kissed her back, too.

"It was sooooo much fun!" Mackenzie exclaimed, interrupting the tender moment, leaning on Emily and wrapping her arms around her mommy's neck.

"I bet it was," Maya responded. "And I bet you two are hungry now?" She looked from Mackenzie to Molly.

Molly nodded, "Yeah, swimming is hard work."

Emily and Maya both stood up. "Ok, let's go get dried off and changed, and then we'll go get something for lunch," Maya suggested, taking each of her daughters' hands and led them away from the pool. Emily reached the bleachers first and wrapped a towel around herself. Then, she wrapped a towel around Molly first, and then one around Mackenzie.

"Can we have M'donalds?" Molly asked.

"Of course," Maya answered her. Then, she looked at Emily. "Is their stuff in the locker room?"

"Yes, they wanted to put their clothes in a locker just like the team," Emily explained, smiling. "Show mommy where your clothes are," she instructed the girls. The twins agreed cheerfully, and Emily watched them walk away to the locker room before gathering the rest of their stuff together. She smiled to herself, thinking that she couldn't be any happier.

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Spencer

"Welcome home!" the little boy announced at the top of his lungs. The new family of four entered the house, led by the rambunctious three year old, Tyler. Spencer and Toby followed behind him, carrying their two month old daughter in her baby carrier. Eliza was a tiny little thing, after being two months premature. She had a rough start, but she quickly bounced back, with all the love and support from both of her parents. She was right on par with her developmental age, but, though she gained enough weight to be released from the hospital, she was still small.

"Tyler, buddy, shhhh," Toby shushed him, though he was smiling. "You're going to scare her."

Tyler ducked his head, but followed Spencer as she set the baby down on the coffee table. Tyler stood up on his tiptoes, peering over the side of the carrier to look at his baby sister. "What do you think? Are you glad she's home?" Spencer asked him, grinning down at him.

"Yeah," Tyler nodded. "She not in her cage anymore. Can I hold her now?"

Spencer and Toby looked at each other, then Spencer looked back down at Tyler. "Ok, but you have to be very careful with her. You can't drop her," she told her son.

Tyler agreed, and Toby lifted him up and sat him on the couch, placing him all the way against the back of the couch. Spencer unbuckled and lifted Eliza out of the seat, carefully, and brought her over to the couch. Tyler held out his arms excitedly. Spencer put the baby in his open arms, laying her against Tyler's chest so that her head was supported. Tyler wrapped his arms around Eliza tightly but snugly, clasping his hands together. Spencer sat down on Tyler's other side.

The little boy glanced up with the biggest smile ever on his face. "Look, I holding my sister!" he exclaimed.

"And you're doing a great job," Toby praised him, ruffling his son's hair. "Are you going to be a great big brother?"

"Yup," Tyler nodded, "I gonna teach her lots of things."

"Oh, yeah, like what?" Spencer asked him, chuckling.

"It's a secret," Tyler said. Then, he brought his mouth down to Eliza's ear, and whispered in a not too quiet whisper. "I show you how to sneak cookies when mommy and daddy not looking." Tyler giggled mischievously, while the baby just looked up at him.

Spencer gasped good-naturedly, laughing. "You little sneak!" They all laughed together, and then sobered up as Tyler continued to hold his baby sister. Spencer leaned down and kissed Tyler's cheek. "Good job. Do you love your sister?"

"She not that bad," Tyler shrugged his shoulders. However, he looked back down at Eliza and squeezed her in another hug. Spencer and Toby smiled at each other over their son holding their daughter. Then, they leaned forward in a kiss. Their lips just brushed in a light, soft, teasing kiss when a small cry erupted from the baby's lips.

Tyler froze and tensed up. "Uh oh, uh oh!" he exclaimed, as Eliza began crying and fussing more. "I don't want her no more!"

"It's okay, baby, she's just hungry," Spencer explained to her son. She started to take Eliza from him, but Toby stopped her, taking the baby instead.

"I'll feed her a bottle," Toby said. He settled his daughter in his arms, and stood up.

Spencer stood up in front of him. "I can do it," she insisted, holding her hands out for the baby.

"I know you can do it, but you're exhausted," Toby replied. "You need to take a shower and rest."

"You're not going to hand her over until I agree, are you?" Spencer smirked, placing her hands on her hips. Toby shook his head, grinning, his blue eyes shining. "Well, I'm not giving in, I'm just ending an argument before it begins." Spencer leaned in and kissed him. It started as just a peck, but it transformed into something more intense and passionate.

"Blegh!" Tyler squealed. Spencer and Toby broke apart, laughing, and looked at their son. He scooted off the couch and ran to his playroom. They turned back to each other. Spencer leaned over and kissed Eliza's forehead.

"Be a good girl for daddy," Spencer murmured. She straightened back up, this time pecking Toby on the lips, her own lips lingering there for a second. "I'll only be ten minutes," she emphasized. Toby grinned, watching as she left the room and went up the stairs.

Then, he was alone with his daughter. "Well, now it's just us," Toby spoke softly to the baby, "What should we do?" He smiled down at her, walking to the kitchen to get her a bottle. Eliza just stared up at him with her brown eyes, perfectly content to be in her daddy's arms. Life couldn't get any better.

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Aria

The blissfully in love couple stepped out of the banquet hall they had just reserved for their wedding set during the beginning of the summer. Ezra held the door open for his fiancee and son, whom didn't even look up from his video game. Out in the winter air, Aria zipped Liam's jacket up more and pushed his knit hat down further on his head, evoking some complaints from the six year old.

"Mommy, c'mon, you're messing me up!" Liam complained, squirming out of Aria's reach. He continued tapping on the controls of his DS game, the music filtering through the air on a high volume.

"Well, if you paused your game for a minute to put your coat on all the way, I wouldn't have had to," Aria told him, squeezing his shoulders lightly.

"I can't, I'm almost to level 10," Liam argued.

"Yeah, he's almost to level 10," Ezra agreed, laughing. Aria frowned at him for only a couple seconds before she couldn't keep the smile off her face. He smiled, too, his arm wrapping around her waist as they began walking. Liam walked between them but slightly in front, playing his game and looking up occasionally so that he didn't walk into anything.

"So, what did you think of it?" Aria asked Ezra, slipping her own arm around him. "You didn't really say much."

"About the hall?" Ezra clarified, glancing down at her. "Well, I think it's perfect. All that really matters is what you think of it. It's your day." He kissed her temple.

"Aww, that's so sweet," Aria cooed, laying her head on Ezra's shoulder for a second and looking up at him, receiving his kiss. "But, it's our day." She picked her head up. "What do you really think?"

Ezra chuckled, shaking his head. "Really, I like it," he assured her. "I just can't wait to see you walking down the aisle towards me, and then you'll really be mine."

Aria melted and her smile couldn't get any bigger. They stopped walking as she leaned into him. Ezra brought his head down and met her halfway in a kiss. It was intense and full of heat and passion. Aria wrapped her arms around his neck, as she pressed even closer to him. It was heaven, being here in his arms, and she couldn't imagine being anywhere else.

"Ewww, I can hear you!" Liam complained. He stopped walking and turned around, having realized that his parents had both stopped walking.

Aria and Ezra laughed. She hooked her arm through Ezra's as they caught up to Liam. "You better get used to it," Ezra joked with his son. "I hear that there is supposed to be a kiss at the wedding."

"Then, I'm closing my eyes," Liam said, laughing, and sticking out his tongue.

Aria gave Liam's shoulder a playful shove. "Hey, I thought you were excited about the wedding?" she questioned.

"I am," Liam corrected, "Doesn't mean I wanna be grossed out!" Aria and Ezra feigned surprised with open mouths, and then they both reached out with one hand each and tickled their son as payback. Liam laughed and squirmed, skipping out of their reach. "Ok, ok, ok, I'm sorry!" he squealed.

"Ok, I think he learned his lesson," Aria smiled.

"Hm-mm," Ezra watched Liam carefully, pretending to act like he was going to tickle him again. "I don't know..." He grinned devilishly.

"I did, I did!" Liam shouted, holding out his hands as a shield and laughing. Then, he jumped when his dad lunged for him. Ezra got one more tickle in before they called a truce. "Can we eat now? I'm staaarving!" Liam asked, tapping his game against his leg as he walked.

"Yeah, you want to go to The Grille?" Aria asked him, knowing the answer was yes already. She touched his head.

Liam nodded. "I can't walk anymore, I'm hungryyyy!" he whined.

"Here," Ezra said. He lifted Liam up and placed him on his shoulders. Liam giggled, holding on to Ezra's hands so that he didn't fall. Ezra ran forward a few paces, taking Liam's mind off of his hunger.

Aria watched the two of them, happily. It was all so easy. Ezra had fit into Liam's and hers lives like the last piece of a puzzle. There was no awkwardness or force. It was like they were always meant to be a family. Ezra was bouncing Liam up and down, and, suddenly, it felt like someone was watching her. Aria whipped her head around, but she didn't see anything strange or unusual on the street. Just a few people out and about on this winter day, doing everyday things.

"Mommy, c'mon, hurry up, slowpoke!" Liam called. Aria looked back over at them, and saw Liam waving her over, still sitting on Ezra's shoulders. Aria hurried over to them, feeling like she could laugh out loud for how paranoid she was just then. There was nobody watching her or following her; that was now officially over. She walked with her family to The Grille, losing herself in the moment again.

Little did Aria know that someone was watching her. And he was just as hurt now as he was when she broke things off with him.

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Hanna

"And you hafta wear dis," the two year old little girl explained, placing the pink and silver furry tiara on her daddy's head. Leslie clapped her small hands together, giggling. "Pwetty."

"Really? Are you sure?" Caleb asked her, playing along with the game. He already sat at a child's size table and chairs set, playing tea party with his daughter, a doll, and a bear that keeps falling out of its' chair. Now, Leslie was trying to dress him up for the occasion.

"Uh-ye...wait!" Leslie started to say, then interrupted herself. She ran over to her bureau, and picked up her doll's hairbrush. She ran back over to her daddy.

"Baby, I was only kidding," Caleb told him, smiling.

Being only two, she didn't understand what he meant, so she continued what she was going to do. "Hair messy," she said, and began brushing Caleb's hair. After just two brushes, the tiara tumbled to the floor and skidded a few feet away. "Uh-oh!" she yelped. She dropped the hairbrush and moved around her daddy to go get the tiara. But, as she did, she tripped over Caleb's foot and fell to the floor, nearly banging her face against the table. Leslie immediately started crying.

Caleb scooped her up into his lap. "I'm sorry, you're okay," he murmured to her. Leslie buried her face in his chest, whining. Caleb stroked her back, soothing her. In another minute, she was fine and back on her feet. Leslie picked the tiara back up, and placed it back on her daddy's head. She continued her game.

"Want sum tea?" Leslie offered, then poured some imaginary tea into a plastic teacup, making the sound effects. She did the same with another teacup. Just as she sat down in the chair opposite Caleb, Hanna appeared in the doorway with Hailey in her arms.

"Everything okay in here?" Hanna asked, having heard Leslie's cries.

"Yeah, everything's fine," Caleb assured her with a smile. "Just a small little accident, nothing big."

"I all better," Leslie repeated, turning around in her chair. "Wanna pay, mommy?" She leaned on the back of her chair, her teacup swinging on her finger by the handle.

"I'm sorry, sweetie," Hanna apologized. "It's time to feed Hailey her bottle."

"I wanna help! I wanna help!" Leslie exclaimed, shooting out of her chair and dropping her toys. She ran out of her room and into the hall.

Hanna and Caleb laughed together. Caleb stood up, walking to the door. "Sorry we ruined your game," Hanna smiled, as he came closer.

"It's fine," Caleb shrugged, "I don't think she even knew what she was playing. She kept changing the game." He dropped a kiss on Hailey's forehead, then stroked her head.

"Well, I'll just say that you look really good in that crown," Hanna told him, trying and failing to suppress her giggles.

Caleb ducked his head, embarrassed, taking the tiara off his head. "She has this way of looking at you that makes it really hard to say no," he mumbled, though he couldn't help but smile at thought of his oldest daughter.

"Aww," Hanna teased him, reaching up with one hand and stroking his cheek with her fingertips. "She has you wrapped around her finger already."

"Hey, I saw you give in to her more than once, too," Caleb reminded her.

"I didn't say I didn't," Hanna admitted, as he took another step closer. They leaned in for a kiss, surrendering to each other. It was short and sweet, but still passionate. The kiss ended, but they still lingered close to one another, staring into each other's eyes in their own personal bubble.

"Mommy," Leslie interrupted, forcing them apart. "Haiwey hungry."

"Ok, ok, let's go," Hanna said. She walked to the kitchen with Leslie on her heels to make Hailey's bottle. A minute passed, and then they were back out in the living room. They settled on the couch, Leslie crawling up beside Hanna with the bottle in her hands.

"Open up, baby," Leslie instructed Hailey, holding out the bottle to her sister. Hailey opened her mouth when she saw the bottle, and Leslie guided the bottle into the baby's mouth. Hailey took the bottle, and sucked on it hungrily.

A big smile broke out on Leslie's face, lighting up her blue eyes. "I doing it, I feeding her!" she squealed, excitedly. She looked at Hanna and Caleb. Hanna smiled at her.

"Good job," Caleb praised her, kissing her cheek, rubbing her back.

They sat there like that, with Leslie feeding Hailey the bottle for a few minutes. Then, her arm got tired of holding the bottle, so she relinquished it to Hanna, and Leslie cuddled with her daddy, watching cartoons. After a little bit, Hailey fell asleep. Caleb volunteered to put her in her crib. Leslie stayed on the couch, moving over to sit with her mommy now.

When a commercial came on the TV, Leslie looked up at Hanna. "I happy to be here," Leslie said, completely out of the blue.

Hanna looked down at her daughter, fighting to blink back tears. Hanna put her arms around, pulling her into a hug. "I'm happy you're here, too," she whispered into her daughter's hair. She didn't like thinking about all that Leslie had to suffer during her first two years of life, but once she did think it, it was hard to get rid of. "I love you," Hanna murmured.

"Love you, mommy," Leslie whispered back.

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Alison

The Brew was a bit crowded that Thursday afternoon. Ali managed to find a seat near the back, as she waited for her boyfriend to come back with coffee. It had taken her a couple days to readjust to everything, to get used to life again outside of captivity. But now she felt like she was back on top again, her rightful place. Of course, her smoking hot boyfriend helped smooth the lines of awkwardness. Ali smiled secretively as she texted her four best friends. She reviewed the message and then sent it, satisfied.

Ali glanced up just in time to see her boyfriend making his way through the crowd over to her. She smiled at him as he approached. He kissed her seductively, nearly taking the breath out of her lungs. He handed her a cup of coffee and sat down across from her at the table. He leaned his arms on the table, holding his own cup between his hands.

"So, I was just thinking," he started off saying. "When are you going to tell your friends about us?"

Alison placed her cup down on the table after taking a small sip. She leaned her chin in her hand, smirking. "I thought you loved all the sneaking around we were doing," she purred. "You said it was sexy." She reached out with her free hand, running it up and down his arm.

"You know I love it," he grinned back, capturing her hand and bringing it to his lips. He kissed her knuckles before she expertly extricated her hand out of his.

"To answer your question," Ali explained, folding her arms on the table. "I just set up something. We're having dinner with all of them tomorrow at The Grille. Then, everybody will know that you're my boyfriend."

Her boyfriend smiled at her, and leaned across the table to share another kiss.

Ali sat back in her chair, taking hold of her coffee cup again. "After that, I'll be able to focus on getting my daughter back," she stated. She lifted her cup in the air, listening to the contents swish around inside. She raised the cup to her lips and took a swig of coffee.

Then, Alison smiled.

A/N: Well, what does everybody think of the beginning of this story. Anybody have any ideas of who Alison's boyfriend is? I'll give you a hint: It's someone you already know from the show. I hope you all liked it, and I'm sorry I kept you all waiting for this sequel. Please review and tell me what you think. :)