Tiny Little Miracles

"Taelor! Don't hit your brother with that!" Gabriella Bolton shrieked as Taelor, her four-year old daughter, tapped a rattle on the top of her twin brother Trevor's head. Gabriella scooped up Taelor and placed her in a dining chair at their small table.

"I can't wait until Troy gets home…" She mumbled as Trevor padded over to her.

"Mommy…can I rub your belly?"

Gabriella laughed and looked down. She was wearing a thin white tank top and a pair of low-rise jeans. Sticking out just below the hem of her top was a bump-a baby bump. She had been pregnant for almost nine months now (eight and a half actually), yet her pregnancy still wasn't super apparent. To the unknowing eye, it looked like she just ate a lot of food the night before. It might have been smaller than before, since earlier Gabriella had been carrying twins.

"Sure Trev…." She kissed his forehead as he rubbed her baby bulge.

"What's her name, mommy?" He asked as he pressed an ear up to her stomach, hoping to hear the baby moving.

"Gisele, sweetie…" Gabriella looked down at her darling son. His eyes were a radiant blue-green, just like his father's. His hair was unkempt and brown, just like his father's, and his smile was wide and unending, just like hers.

Mrs. Bolton then took a peak at Taelor, who was sitting at the dining room table coloring a picture. Taelor (partially named after Gabby's best friend) had long curly brown hair, large hazel eyes, and dimples, just like Gabriella. Her smile was small but endearing, just like Troy's.

Gabriella walked Trevor over to the table and set him down across from Taelor.

"Mommy! I'm hungry!" Taelor shrieked as she threw her crayons down onto the table. Gabriella sighed deeply.

"Tae…you have to wait. Mommy is having friends over for dinner tonight. When Aunt Taylor and Uncle Chad get here, we'll eat." Gabriella kissed Taelor on the top of her head and rubbed her shoulders. "Can you wait for mommy's friends?"

"Yes, mommy…I'm a good girl." Taelor clapped her hands before picking up a red crayon to finish coloring her picture. Trevor kicked his legs against the legs of his chair and huffed loudly in annoyance.

That was the difference between Taelor and Trevor. Taelor had a major diva attitude, but had a fair amount of patience. Trevor was usually easy going, but when he was tired, hungry, or didn't get his way, he made a big show of it. Although Gabriella hated disappointing him, she learned to ignore his disrespect.

Gabriella let her mind wander to the time about five years ago when she and Troy were picking out their twin's names.

Flashback:

"How about…Doug?" Gabriella suggested, sitting inside their living room on their expensive and fancy couch. Her belly bump was a whole lot more noticeable at five months. At the time, the couple did not yet know they were going to have twins.

"No way! That sounds like drugs! Doug! Drugs! Doug does drugs! It's a bad sign, honey," Troy said, putting his hand on his wife's stomach comfortingly, hoping to feel a kick.

Gabriella sighed, groaning a little. For every name that she had chosen, Troy seemed to have a problem with it. And now he was relating a possible name for their future son (if they were to have a boy) with drugs.

"Fine. How about we think of names for girls? I was thinking Janelle…"

Troy scrunched up his nose, "That just sounds plain weird!"

"How about Janie?"

"What? Do we want the kid kidnapped?" Troy said referring to the popular character from the Face on the Milk Carton books.

"Maybe Mikayla…"

"Reminds me of milk…no way…"

"Francesca?"

"It sounds like a guy's name! Frances!"

"Emily?"

"Dickinson? I don't want my child to remind me of Dicks!"

"Brittany?"

"SPEARS! Heck no!"

"BRITTANY not BRITNEY!"

"Does it matter? We're not naming our child that!"

"Excuse me, who's carrying the child here?"

"Look, if I could carry the child I totally would."

"I'D LIKE TO SEE YOU TRY!" Gabriella exclaimed angrily, getting up from the couch in anger.

"Shh! Gabi, chill. I was joking," Troy said softly, wrapping his arms around her waist protectively and pulling her down on the couch beside him. Kissing her temple, he held her in his arms, "We can name her whatever you want to name her…"

Gabriella sniffed, putting her head on Troy's shoulder, "How about Kelsi?"

"Kelsi? Um…"

"Or Taylor…I always wanted to name my daughter after her…"

"Well, when you say Taylor I automatically think of Chad, and I'm not sure thinking of Chad when saying our kid's names is the best thing…"

Gabriella gave him a sad look, as if she was about to cry, "Oh, alright."

Troy sighed; he needed to find enough strength to overcome this, but she knew this was his weakness. He had learned that throughout this whole pregnancy that a pregnant Gabriella meant a very emotional one. If she cried, then Troy Bolton was a broken man.

"Fine, we can name her Taylor…"

"Really?" Gabriella immediately jumped up, excitedly, looking happily at Troy with her brown orbs.

Troy smiled, "Yeah, on one condition. First, we have to re-arrange the letters in her name. Like T-A-E-L-O-R. It seems more creative."

Gabriella smiled, looking up at him dreamingly, "I like that…"

Troy nodded, smiling whilst kissing her chin, "I'm glad you do. And also, if it's a boy, or if we have another kid and it's a boy, his name has to start with T also. Cuz my name starts with a T," Troy replied, grinning, jokingly.

Gabriella rolled her eyes, "That's two conditions!"

Troy grinned, "So? Now…for a boy's name... I was thinking…Trey."

This time it was Gabriella's turn to scrunch up her nose, "Trey?" She said incredulously, "It sounds like you want to name our child as a tray!"

Troy just shrugged, "It sounds like Troy!"

"How about…Tyler?"

Troy raised an eyebrow, "Taelor and Tyler? The poor kids will get teased! Wait…how about TREYLOR!"

"…no."

"Aww, c'mon Gabi!"

"We're not referring to our baby boy as a trailer."

"We aren't! It's Trey!"

"How about Anthony?"

"That doesn't start with the first letter of my name!"

"So? I like the name…"

"But it doesn't start with a T!"

"Your point?"

"IT DOESN'T START WITH A T!"

"How about Trevor?"

"It starts with a T…"

"Mhmm."

"It's…it's…"

"Taelor and Trevor."

And for once they both agreed, saying simultaneously, "It's perfect."

End of Flashback

Gabriella sighed at the memory.

Ding. Ding. Dong!

Gabriella rushed to the door and peeked through the window, trying to see who it was.

Standing outside, Troy Bolton stood with a large bouquet of roses in his hand.

Gabriella threw back the door, and Troy caught her lips with his, holding her around her waist. Gabriella felt like she did when she was 18, back at Lava Springs. As he slowly ran his hands through her hair, she kissed his jaw line.

Trevor rushed to the door and cringed. "Taelor!" Daddy's doing that kissy kissy thing with Mommy again!" He shouted.

Gabriella let Troy kiss her forehead before turning around. She smiled as Troy brushed past her, moving into the house.

"Hey, Troy! Can you watch over the kids for a sec? I need to go get changed. Taylor and Chad should be here any minute!" She bolted up their small whitewashed staircase and into their large master bedroom. It was a spacious circular room with a comfy looking King sized bed in the center, two walk in closets, a Plasma TV hooked to the ceiling, and a bay window overlooking their backyard, which was an acre long before it hit the Albuquerque River.

She sauntered over to one of the closets, threw open the doors, and pulled out a slinky, short black dress that would somewhat hide her baby bump. Gabriella then grabbed a pair of strappy black heels, closed the closet, and put the new clothes on.

When Gabriella came downstairs she smiled as she saw her husband playing with their daughter.

"…and that's how mommy and me met, sweetie," Troy said, kissing Taelor on top of her head, finishing the story.

Taelor smiled, "Do you like singing with mommy?" She asked in her sweet four-year-old voice. Troy couldn't help but smile when he noticed how much it resembled Gabriella's own voice.

"I sure do," Troy said.

Taelor grinned, "Can you and mommy sing for me and Twevor?" She said, mis-pronouncing her R's.

Troy chuckled. "We already do that for you guys at bedtime."

Taelor pouted, "But we always fall asleep! We want to hear you and mommy weally sing!"

"Yeah!" Trevor piped in, getting up from his play-area, noticing his mom was standing by the stars, smiling and listening to the conversation. He grinned excitedly and lifted up his arms, "Mommy!"

Gabriella laughed at Troy's shocked face as he turned around, completely unaware that she was listening. She walked towards the twin's play area and picked up Trevor, cradling him in her arms. She smiled and played with him and laughed along when he giggled.

"You look vewy pwetty mommy!" Trevor said, as Troy smiled and picked up Taelor in his arms and walked towards them.

"Aww, thank you sweetie!" Gabriella said, kissing her son's temple.

"Hey! Don't I get a kiss?" Troy joked, cradling Taelor, "You look beautiful, hun."

Gabriella blushed as Troy came up and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Come on, let's get the twins dressed!"