A/N: I know, I know, you're all wondering why the hell I'm starting another story if I'm so damn busy all the time. This isn't going to really be a story, it's just going to be a chronology of domestic oneshots that won't be in order. I'm not planning on updating it all that often, most likely when I just need a little change from my main stories. So don't expect consistent updates, at most you can expect an update once a month, sorry it that dissapoints you.
As always, reviews aren't required but are greatly appreciated. I'm not going to beg.
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"Love is when your puppy licks your face, even after you left him alone all day," –Mary-Ann (4)
"But Daddy, what are we going to do with Blossom?" Harmony used their new puppy as her last complaint.
"Remember, we turned the extra room in the basement into a doggy room for Blossom," Thirty-five year old Troy Bolton replied to his six year old daughter, who really didn't want to return to school after winter break.
"What if she gets hungry?" Harmony continued, trying desperately to get her father to let her stay home from school that day.
"The doggy-walker will feed her after her walk. Now it's time to go honey, you're going to be late," Troy scooped up his daughter's backpack while she slid her coat on. He'd agreed on driving her to school instead of having his wife walk her to the bus stop.
"What if she gets mad at me for leaving her alone all day?" Harmony pestered her father.
"I promise she won't be mad sweetie," he bent down to her height and gave her forehead a small kiss knowing that she was over-reacting, "Now let's go."
Dragging her feet, Harmony exited the house through the door leading to the garage. After getting in the car, she pulled the seat belt around her small body, clicking it into place.
At six years of age little Harmony Isabel Bolton truly had no clue how much of a blessing she was to her parents. Troy smiled while taking a quick glance at his baby girl in the rear view mirror. It had only taken three years of trying, but Harmony had decided to grace their lives at the most unexpected time.
Troy sat at the kitchen counter next to his wife, Gabriella. They'd talked on the phone after Troy had finished work, she'd been stressed beyond belief with her new promotion. She hadn't arrived home from work until after ten o'clock. Troy had decided to wait for her to come home and eat with her, knowing she wasn't necessarily satisfied with her life right now.
At the ripe age of twenty-nine, the two had now been married five years. With marriage came kids and of course everyone had been bothering them about when they were going to have their first. Neither had the gut to tell anyone they had been vigorously trying for almost three years now.
It took two years for Gabriella to accept that there was some sort of problem. She'd denied it, saying that this month just wasn't right. After so much time trying, Troy pushed her into an appointment with her gynecologist, knowing that if they were serious about starting a family they would have to eventually.
After a few appointment's and tests, she had been deemed infertile but they'd never actually gotten to the exact cause. That was when they'd both accepted that there was a chance they'd never have their own children and that it may come down to infertility drugs or adoption if they ever wanted to have a family. Deciding to excel in the work field for the moment, they had pushed off the lengthy and painful process for a little while longer.
Troy could tell Gabriella struggled not knowing why they couldn't get pregnant but she'd dug herself deep into work. He could tell it was to mask her pain. Their sex life had considerately slowed down since.
When she'd arrived home, they sat down to eat the grilled ham and cheese sandwiches Troy had made along with some tomato soup. Silence had covered them but emotion was shared through the looks on each other's faces. Gabriella had been increasingly tired the past week or two and she should be with all the work she'd been doing.
Tonight she seemed to be having a little bit of difficulty swallowing her food, "Is there something wrong with the sandwich?"
"No, it's fine," her stomach was arguing with her, "I think I might be coming down with the flu or something."
"I think you should take a day off of work," he looked her in the eye, "You seem really run down lately."
"I'll be fine," she brought a spoonful of soup to her mouth, shaking the feeling off.
Silence once again filled the room as they continued to eat. A while later Gabriella abruptly stood from her stool and awkwardly ran out of the room. Troy followed, knowing it was very likely she was about to get sick. For moral support he pulled her hair back and gently ran the back of his hand up and down her back. An idea began to formulate in his brain, looking over at the trashcan next to the toilet he noticed that all it contained was the cardboard left over from toilet paper rolls, a few Kleenex, and some dental floss.
As she finished, Troy stood and walked to the sink to grab a glass of water for her to gargle, "Here."
"Thanks," she lent her head against Troy's shoulder, remaining close to the toilet in case her stomach decided to act up again.
Troy had a gut feeling about this. Every month she placed a red dot on the calendar next to the day she got her period and the day it ended. It was his duty to take out the trash and it had been a while since he'd seen any tampon wrappers in the trash.
Kissing her forehead he whispered it to her, "You're pregnant."
"No I'm not," she rebutted.
He smiled, "Yeah you are. You haven't gotten your period yet, you're constantly tired, and now you're getting sick."
"Troy," she warned, this was definitely not helping the situation they'd been dealing with for a while.
"I can feel it baby," he couldn't explain it, the best he could do was say it was one of those gut feelings.
"Don't get your hopes up," she said, denying the signs because she knew they'd be devastated if they got another negative response.
All in all, it had paid off. It seemed as though it had happened when love making became more about making love than making babies. Even though it was highly unlikely for them to have another, they were more than grateful that they had one.
For Christmas, Troy had caved to his daughter and wife's begging. Surprising both of them, he sneakily planned for his best friend to watch the little puppy for a day and deliver it on Christmas morning. Needless to say, the puppy had been a large success.
A room in their basement had been converted into a puppy proof room. It was where the dog would have to stay while Gabriella and him were at work.
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"Mommy!" Harmony squealed, expecting her babysitter to meet her at home after getting off the school bus. The school didn't have an after school care program so Troy and Gabriella had to hire a babysitter for an hour or two until Gabriella or Troy got home from work.
"Hey sweetie, how was school?" Gabriella pulled a sheet of cookies out of the oven.
"It was fine," she said giving her Mom a hug and receiving a kiss in return.
"Want a cookie?" Gabriella stupidly asked.
"Yes please," Harmony slid up to the counter for her snack before asking her mother why she was home early, "Why aren't you at work?"
"I had some meetings that weren't at my office and decided to just come home instead of going back in," she replied not being completely truthful. She had gone to meetings that day, they weren't work meetings however. Troy and her had decided on adopting a second child, wanting to expand their family. She'd met the contemplating mother for the first time today without Troy because he had to return to work after the long holiday. She'd been able to swing an extra day off. The girl that had interviewed her was a young teenager, not ready to bear the opportunity of raising a child. She wanted an open adoption, meaning that Troy and her would provide information, pictures, and letters to the mother on a regular basis, which they didn't have a problem with. Hopefully in about five months they'd be able to bring home a new baby boy or girl.
Harmony finally noticed that she was forgetting something, "Where's Blossom?"
"I'm not sure, I let her out from the basement when I got home," Gabriella smiled at her daughter who was fascinated with the new puppy, "Why don't you go find her?"
She was off her chair in a second, leaving behind her cookie, "Blossom! Where are you?"
Her search continued before finding the puppy hidden underneath the table in the dining room. Sitting down on the ground to call the dog to her, she didn't have a chance before the puppy bounded at her full speed, "Blossom!"
"Ewe," she giggled as the puppy licked her face with kisses. Turns out the puppy did love her, even though she'd left it home alone all day long.
In my profile I'll post the link to the page that I'll be basing these one shot's off. Apparently they're real responses from kids on what they think love is but it's from tumblr and I don't have a completely reliable source.
Oh, and I know this isn't great for my writing, I just kind of needed a segway into the upcoming chapters.