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Chapter 1

August 23, 2013

I pace in my bathroom, rubbing my hands together. "Jesus, Gab, stop pacing! You're making me dizzy!" My best friend, Taylor McKessie, exclaims, throwing her chocolate-colored arms in the air.

"Yeah, Gabi. You'll make a hole in the ground if you don't stop soon!" My other best friend, Sharpay Evans, squeals.

I roll my eyes and stop pacing. They're both so dramatic. I've been stuck with them ever since we got in a fight over whose Barbie was prettier when we were in preschool. The timer beeps, signaling the three minutes is up. I gulp and turn to Shar and Tay. They both smile encouragingly at me. I sigh and grab the first white stick off the counter. I face it up, and two pink lines stare back at me. "P-pay? What does two lines mean?" I ask shakily.

"Two lines mean you're pregnant, and one means you are not pregnant," She recites from the box.

I sink to the floor and bring my knees to my chest. "I'm pregnant," I whisper, "We've only been married for two months! I'm pregnant, and Troy's gonna leave me." Tears dribble down my cheek. I feel four arms wrap around me.

"That's not true, and you know it, Gabriella," Taylor softly says, her hand rubbing my right shoulder.

"But we agreed we wouldn't have any children until I was in the last couple months of my year in the NICU at St. Lincoln's! I just started working when we got back from the honeymoon! Plus a baby costs a lot of freaking money!" I cry, covering my face with my hands.

"Gabs, all three of us know that money is not a problem. Troy was Rookie of The Year last year. The Spurs have been very nice about his paycheck. But him leaving you because you agreed not to have children yet isn't the real reason, is it?" Sharpay asks quietly.

I shake my head, refusing to look at them. "No, it's not. The real reason is I'm scared he's gonna leave me because I'll be dragging him down. I'll be in my third trimester during the most important part of his season! Why wouldn't he want to mess around with a girl who is prettier, skinnier and not cranky? Huh? What'll stop him?" I say, my voice breaking.

The two of them opened their mouths to say something when they heard the front door open and close. "Brie?" I heard Troy call. My eyes widen, and I shot up from my place on the floor.

"Just a second!" I yell. I scooped up the four tests and put them in their boxes.

"Dump them in here," Sharpay whispers, opening her large, pink Gucci purse. I drop them in the purse, and all three of us walk out of the bathroom that's joined to my room. We quickly sit on the bed as Troy opens the door.

"Hey, ba- oh hey ladies," Troy says. He comes and kisses my cheek before giving Taylor and Sharpay a hug.

"Well, I gotta go. Chad and I need to pack for our flight back to New York tomorrow! Toodles!" Sharpay exclaims, giving me a hug. "Tell him," she whispers before walking out.

"Yeah, Scott wants me to go to his art gallery. I'll talk to you guys later!" She waves and leaves. I lay down on the bed.

Troy shakes his head. He lays down next to me and pulls me to his chest. I place my hand on his stomach and my head where his heart is. His heartbeat always soothes me. "How was work today, baby?" He asks, stroking my ebony curls.

"It was okay. Naomi, the baby I told you about, took a turn for the worse. Her lung collapsed, but we were able to repair it," I whispered. "How was team bonding?"

"Eh, it was okay," He says. I grab his left hand and mess with his fingers, twirling his wedding ring. A few minutes of silence pass. "Brie?"

"Mhm?"

He laces our finger together and brings them to rest on my stomach. I gulp. "Is something wrong, baby? You only mess with my fingers when something's bothering you or you're nervous," He says quietly.

I sigh and look up into his ocean eyes. They always make me feel safe. "I'll tell you later, okay? It's our two month anniversary of being married, I don't want to talk about it yet," I say. He looks like he wants to say something but he refrains.

An hour later, I slip out of the shower and dry off. I wipe the fog off the mirror and look at my flat stomach. I gently place a hand there, and a smile slowly spreads across my face. I've always wondered what me and Troy's children would look like. I just hope they all get his eyes.

I pull my eyes away and flip my head over. I wrap my hair in a towel and slip on black and purple lace thong. I pull a strapless black bra over my head and grab my hair gel. I pull the towel off my head and apply the gel. I plug-in my hair dryer and diffuse my hair to make it curlier and have more bounce. I grab my black Midi dress and pull it on. It has a scoop neckline, and the sleeves stop right above my elbows. I grab my engagement and wedding rings and slip them on. I quickly apply eyeliner, mascara, and blush. I walk out of the bathroom and see Troy sitting on the bed, texting someone.

He looks up and his jaw drops. A blush spreads across my face. "Damn, Brie," He says and stands up, "You look beautiful." He kisses me on the lips softly before I pull away.

I take a good look at him. "You look pretty wow yourself, babe," I say with a grin. He has a black blazer on with a white undershirt and black pants on with dress shoes. I walk over to our closet and grab my Christian Louboutin black wedges. I pull them on and do the straps.

"You know, even with high heels on, I still have to bend to kiss your short ass," He states.

I roll my eyes mockingly. "Then don't kiss me," I say and walk out of the room. I hear his footsteps behind me before I feel him pick me up bridal style. I laugh.

"Well, I guess I'll suck it up," He says with a sheepish smile. I giggle before pulling his head to mine and connecting our lips. I feel his tongue run along my lips, asking for permission. I open my mouth, and our tongues battle. I run my hands through his sandy locks. He pulls away so our foreheads our touching and, with a dorky grin on his face, says, "I love you, Brie."ta

I smile back. "I love you, too." We pull apart, but he grabs my hand and laces our fingers together.

"C'mon, baby, our reservation is at 8, and it's 7:35," He says and grabs the keys of the key hanger by the door. We walk out of the apartment, and we go down the stairs since we're only on the second floor. We get into Troy's beloved red Audi R8. Troy starts the car and pulls out. He starts to say something when his phone rings. He pulls it out of his pocket and answers it.

I fold my hands in my lap and stare at them. I really don't want to tell Troy about the baby. What if he doesn't want it? What if I'm terrible mother? Those are my worst thoughts. I fiddle my fingers and bite my lips. I don't even realize we've stopped until Troy softly nudges me. "Oh sorry," I say and unbuckle.

Troy helps me out of the car with a concerned look on his face. "Brie, tell me what's wrong."

"I will. But just not until after dinner, okay? Please Troy," I say. He nods reluctantly before turning to the restaurant. Or where I thought there was going to be a restaurant. My mouth opens slightly, and tears fill my eyes. "Troy, it's beautiful," I whisper. We are in a little grassy area, and there is a big white gazebo. But the best part is there was little Christmas strung across the gazebo, and the tiki lights that surround it.

"I'm glad you like it, baby girl," He says, placing his hand on my lower back. I turn around and throw my arms around him.

"I thought we had reservations for something though?"

"Nope, me and Chad were talking about it on the phone the other day, and then you walked in. So I had to lie," He explains. I nod and grab his hand. "Now let's eat!" He says. I giggle, and we race to the gazebo. I feel my eyes water as I see the inside of the gazebo. There's a large, black blanket with a single candle lit in the middle. A big picnic basket sits next to the blanket. He guides me over to the blanket, and I sit down.

I hold out my feet to him. He raises an eyebrow. "Take it off, slave," I say mockingly.

He rolls his eyes. "I do all these nice things, and I still have to take off your shoes?" He asks jokingly. I nod with a smirk. He sighs loudly and slides off my shoes.

"Thanks, love," I say and kiss him on the cheeks.

"Yeah, yeah. Now let's see what's in this picnic basket!" He says. I giggle as he opens up the basket. "Well, we have some chocolate covered strawberries," He announces, placing the container on the blanket, "Ooh, we have margarita pizza," He places the pizza next to the strawberries, "and last but certainly not least, our favorite drinks, two Bud Lights." My eyes widen.

Oh, fuck.

"Troy, I can't drink that," I say.

His eyebrows furrow. "Why not? It's your favorite!"

Well, it's now or never. "Because I'm pregnant."

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