Chapter 5

"Awww they are perfect, Andy!" Megan cries out, as she touches the screen of my phone over their faces affectionately.

Hunt nods from the other side of the call and hugs my babies to his side.

Kev is busy staring at the kids, looking for who knows what.

"Who's this one, Mommy?" Asks Rory, pointing directly at Kev's face.

He looks stunned for a moment. Then he looks up and by the look in his eyes, I know he is asking for permission to talk to my children. I give him a small smile as an encouragement.

"Kevin. I am Kevin. I am your mother's best friend since we were babies like you two," Kev replies to Rory's question before I could.

And that makes me smile.

"Uncle Kev, then?" Nick asks, taking an interest. I was surprised to say the least. Rory is always the one who gets along the most with people. Nick is a lot more closed off usually. He likes to observe people much more than he likes talking to them.

"Yes. That sounds about right," Kev says, his smile so wide that his whole face starts glowing. He starts jumping in his seat, pointing to himself and announcing to everyone that he is an 'Uncle'.

I look at the rest of them and burst out laughing at their expressions. Megan seems to have on a puppy face trying to convince the kids to call her 'Auntie'. Summer seems to be pouting. Archer is looking at Kev as if Kev backstabbed him or something like that.

Archer is usually the least reacting person of our group, but this time it looks like he will jump on Kev and punch him till he dies. As much as the thought might terrify me, I am already familiar with that kind of situation.

"Oh well, that's really not fair!" Says Hunt, suddenly and loudly, making us all jump in our seats.

"Oh sweet Lord! What in the world is not fair with you here?" asks Megan, clearly frustrated.

"They never called me Uncle Hunt!" Yells Hunt and pouts. For some reason, everyone at the table right now except me and the virtual people on my phone, seems confused right now.

"What?" I finally ask. Not being able to hold down my curiosity has always been one of my greatest weaknesses.

"Aren't you and Hunt together?" Summer asks, voicing the question on everyone's head.

"No!" Hunt and I yell together, scaring the twins a little in that process.

"Oh," comes out everyone's response.

Hunt and I look at each other in absolute disbelieve.

"Why in the world would you even think that?" Hunt yells at everyone, his voice taking on an incredulous tone.

I would've laughed at his voice if I wasn't so dumbfounded at my friends for thinking that Hunt and I are together.

"Oh well. Whose babies are those then?" Megan asks, leaning back, her voice holding confusion.

"Ah. My ex, D-," I start saying when Megan's phone suddenly starts ringing.

She holds up a finger and answers the call.

Her face clouds over in worry as soon as the person on the other side of the phone starts talking. The rest of us, including my kids and Hunt, are now curiously looking at her.

"Yes yes. Oh yeah, I will be back in 5 minutes. Yes, don't worry. Put her in emergency," she instructs and cuts the call.

"Hospital?" Summer asks.

For the first time since I came in, I notice everyone's attires. Megan is wearing scrubs, Arthur and the rest of us are in official uniforms.

"Doctor?" I ask, with a hint of an affectionate laugh. She was always a sucker for how our bodies worked and healing and other biological stuff like that.

"Dr. Megan?" Asks Hunt, just a second after I do, his voice holding the same nostalgia mine did, probably remembering the same memories.

Megan stands up and dusts her scrubs before answering us. "Yes, a doctor. I am more commonly known as Dr. Stevedores, though," She says and smiles at us proudly.

"I missed you guys. A lot. Bring the kids over to Tristan and my penthouse this evening. The rest of you, we are going out tonight!" She says, more like order, before rushing out the café.

"Tristan is here as well?" I ask, trying to wrap my mind around the fact that Tristan and Megan are together.

Tristan had always been a playboy of sorts and although he and Megan were friends, they were completely different in nature. Tristan was the funky, goofy, flirty type while Megan was the shy, quiet, nerdy type. Although I suppose, if I remembered correctly, they always had a different sort of chemistry around them.

"Yeah. Trist and Meg got engaged just a few months ago," Summer says and her eyes take on a dreamy look. Yet there is something in her eyes that tells me she is not really happy for them. I look down at her hand and know exactly why. She is happy, but the sad look in her eyes is jealousy. Kevin hasn't proposed yet.

'Oh dear God! How much of a fool is this guy?! They have been together for almost 9 years! And although they had their share of ups and downs, it didn't mean they shouldn't be bound for life!' I think in my head, imagining myself slapping a hand over my own forehead in exasperation.

"They would look good together. Always knew they had something going on between them," Hunt says, suddenly, clearly proud of himself for figuring it out earlier than the rest of us.

Summer checks her phone and nods at Kev and me to check the time.

"Lunchtime is over half a minute ago," Kev almost yells, his voice so panicky that even I get a little nervous.

"You guys head on to your jobs. I have a client meeting me in the restaurant across the road half an hour later," Arch says and checks his hand-watch to re-check the time.

I mutter a 'bye' to Hunt and the kids before declining their call.

I get up to leave but, before I could, I turn to look sideways at Arch and ask him the question currently on my mind. "What do you do exactly?" I ask.

"Co-owner of publishing company, Gilberts & Co." Arch answers, his eyes showing how proud he is of himself.

"That's great!" I yell, and then stand up.

Archer stands up as well. He crosses over to me and reaches over to wrap his arms around my body.

Arch was never really a hugger. So whenever, he did hug anyone, it was either because he was super emotional or he was super happy. His hugs were the best thing anyone could ever ask for.

I still for a moment out of surprise but, then not even a second later, I wrap my arms tighter around him.

He laughs. And when he pulls back, we both notice the tears in our eyes and laugh again.

"I hate to admit it but, I missed you, little chipmunk," he says and nods before letting me go so that I don't become more late at work. "See y'all tonight."

"Alright. Bye," Kev waves, before dragging me out of the café.

"Wait wait. One moment," I say, as we near the office. We halt.

I slowly turn my eyes to look at Kev. "Why are you coming with us?" I ask.

"Oh lord! We don't really have time for your questions, Andy!" Kev says and starts dragging me and Summer towards the building.

"But, to answer your question, I am coming with you cause I work with you, dumb," Kev continues.

After that in clarification, I nod.

As soon as we enter the building, Doug, the receptionist, shoots us a look of fear.

Why would he be afraid of us? I give a questioning look in return. The look on his face doesn't change. Summer and Kevin pause to look at what happened, and that's when I figure it out.

Oh. He is not looking at us with fear. He is looking behind us with fear.

We all turn around. I look confused at the big black car pulling up to the office but, as I look at my friends' faces for answers, I myself get worried. They are totally pale like they have seen a ghost.

"Who's that?" I ask, their contagious nervous energy having an effect on me as well.

They both whip their heads towards me like I am the most idiotic person alive on earth. I reply with a look of disbelief.

"Oh hello! I am new here, if you remember," I say in defence.

Kev shakes his head like he doesn't really know what to do with me anymore and pokes Summer to answer me.

"That's Mrs. Dolohov's car," Summer answered, her voice small and it sounds like someone killed her cat.

Mrs. Dolohov? Oh. Damon's wife. He is married. Should've guessed.

"Why are you afraid, then?" I ask, getting myself to calm down a little.

"She is the most strict and rude person you will ever meet, Andy. She can make your life a living hell if you even somehow offend her," Sum explains, grabbing Kev's arm as Mrs. Dolohov starts getting out of her car.

She looks old though. And a bit familiar.

Oh. Shit.

It's Diana. Damon's mother.

I grab both Kev and Sum's arms before turning away in the opposite direction and making a run in the direction of our respective office rooms.