Here's my latest story! Thanks to all of you who voted in the poll, this one won out. Hope you guys like it!
Disclaimer: Don't own anything (sadness)!
1st Month/ The Reveal
"Mmm," Troy moaned in Sharpay's ear as his hands began to roam her perfectly sculpted body.
"Troy," Sharpay giggled as she attempted to pull away from his strong grip. "I've got to go to work."
"Screw work! Call in sick," Troy whispered as his lips found her neck.
"Troy, you know I can't do that."
"Yes you can, baby, you're the boss," Troy began as he continued the assault on her tantalizing neck.
"Uh…Mmm…oh right there baby," Sharpay's eyes fluttered as Troy sucked her neck gently, just the way she liked it. "No stop!" She suddenly came to her senses despite the intense amounts of pleasure she was currently feeling. "I need to take a shower."
"I'll join you," Troy smirked as he slipped his hands under the little tank top she had on and began to lift it up. "I love our shower time together."
"Troy," Sharpay sighed blissfully, she was too close to giving in to him. She just couldn't resist her husband, but then again, no woman in their right mind would be able to resist her gorgeous husband.
"So shower time," Troy's lips attacked her own as his hands landed on her ample breasts, one of his favorite spots.
"Ow!" Sharpay managed to push him off of her this time. "That hurt!"
"What hurt?" Troy asked confused.
"You squeezed my breasts way too hard," Sharpay pulled her tank top back down and angrily climbed out of bed.
"Are you kidding?" Troy questioned, he was still quite confused. "Come back baby! I barely even touched you."
"Yes you did Troy! That really hurt," she began making her way into their master bathroom. As soon as she was inside, she slammed the door shut.
"Hey!" Her husband called out to her. "What about our shower time?"
"You'll be taking a shower all by your lonesome," Sharpay stuck her head outside of the bathroom door. "And from the looks of things, I gather that it will be a cold one!" She yelled before slamming the door shut once again only this time she locked it as well.
Troy groaned before flopping back down on the bed in frustration. Women! He reached for his pillow and snuggled back under the warm comforter. If he wasn't about to get any loving, then the next best thing would be to go back to sleep. He didn't have to be at work as early as his wife and he was so going to take advantage of that fact.
"What is that horrific smell?" Sharpay turned her nose up as she walked into the boutique that she owned.
"What smell?" Taylor questioned from the back room as she scarfed down her breakfast of eggs and bacon.
"Ugh…its," Sharpay began as she placed her purse down in the back, finally seeing her best friend. "Its you!"
"Excuse me?" Taylor stopped eating and looked rather offended. She took a long and relaxing shower this morning so it most certainly was not her.
"Not you, your breakfast!" Sharpay scowled at the disgusting plate. "God, are those eggs rotten?"
"No they are not," Taylor rolled her eyes.
"They smell absolutely disgusting," Sharpay could feel her stomach rumbling from the smell. "Get rid of them!"
"They're fresh, I just got this from Le Peep! I am not throwing away a perfectly good breakfast because you're having one of your holier than thou moments."
"I am not having a moment! It's making me sick," Sharpay clutched her stomach, hoping the bile would not begin to rise anytime soon.
"You're really not kidding are you?" Taylor asked concerned, noticing Sharpay's usually bronzed face was now a much paler shade.
"No I'm not," Sharpay turned away from the offensive smell before it really did any damage.
"I'll throw them away outside Sharpay."
"No don't you dare," Sharpay sighed, knowing that Taylor needed to eat, she was a busy, working mother with a dufus of a husband. "I'll go out front and work on the presentation again, it needs tweaking anyway. Thanks for setting up out there by the way. But you, you finish your breakfast, you barely eat enough as is, running around after your little monsters."
Taylor rolled her eyes as Sharpay called her children monsters; she knew she didn't mean it, considering Sharpay was godmother to her youngest and only daughter. "Are you coming down with something?"
"I'm not sure, there is a nasty little bug going around. Eww, just what I need now."
"Or maybe you're just nervous about this big presentation with Saks today."
"Oh please Taylor, you should know by now that Sharpay Bolton does not get nervous!"
"Jesus, I need water," Chad panted as he collapsed onto the metal bench.
"Dude you didn't even put up a fight, I'm sure I could beat your ass with a blindfold on," Troy chuckled as he took a seat next to his friend and threw a basketball down on the floor. He quickly bent down and grabbed two ice cold bottles of water from his gym bag.
Chad snatched the bottle from his friend and gulped down as much as he could, "Better."
"You're really losing it in your old age."
"I'm just tired today that's all," Chad defended himself. "Mia was up half the night with a fever and an ear ache."
"Sucks to be you."
"Just wait until you have kids, you'll see."
Troy shrugged, "Yeah I guess."
"You and Shar plan on having kids don't you?" Chad questioned, taking another sip of water.
"Well…yeah but we've only been married for a year. We haven't really talked about it since before we got married. I'm not sure that we're ready yet anyway."
"Trust me, you'll never be ready."
"Its just I'm so busy at work, plus the boutique and the clothing line are really becoming popular. We barely have any time for ourselves let alone a baby. As much as I'd like to have a baby now, it just wouldn't be fair to a kid."
"You want to have one now…but you just said you weren't ready."
Troy shrugged, "I don't know. It's just…you and Taylor seem like you handle it and you're just as busy as we are."
"Its hard man, it's really hard but we manage."
"I'm not sure that Sharpay's ready."
"Yeah she'll have to give up her perfect figure," Chad chuckled.
"Chad," Troy glared at his friend, he didn't care for his friend's constant digs at his wife.
"Oh come on, I'm kidding, you know I love Shar. We just have a nice banter going on."
"Well she's not here," Troy pointed out, defending his wife.
"Ok, ok, I get it," Chad gave in, not wanting to fight with his best friend. "Look if you want to have a baby, you better talk to your wife about it. I can't exactly help you out in that department if you know what I mean."
"You're an idiot, you know that," Troy just shook his head in disbelief at his friend. Sometimes it seemed like Chad was regressing as he aged. It amazed Troy that Chad could hold down a job as a consultant as well as head up a family (well actually Taylor was in charge of their family).
"Seriously talk to Sharpay and that's all I'm going to say. Hey that rhymes."
Troy ignored the last part that came out of his friend's mouth. "I would talk to Sharpay but she's been so moody lately."
"Moody?" Chad questioned. "Isn't she always moody?"
"Chad," Troy groaned.
"Sorry, sorry."
"So she's been super moody lately and I never know if I'm coming or going with her. Plus I think she might be coming down with something, she's just been so tired and I know this presentation has been so stressful. Plus she's mad at me again," Troy replied.
"Why is she mad at you?" Chad asked, the wheels in his head were spinning and Troy knew that could be a dangerous game.
"It's kind of private," Troy coughed nervously.
"Oh cut the crap Bolton, we've been best friends since pre-school. We don't do private."
"Alright, alright, but don't tell anyone especially Taylor. You know she'll tell Sharpay and then it's my ass."
"Bros before Hos, I got it. Would you just get on with it?"
"So this morning in bed, we were ah…" Troy stopped trying to think of the right words, not wanting to be vulgar (although Chad probably wouldn't have minded), "um…fooling around and she just went off on me. Telling me that I…I touched her too hard."
"Touched her too hard where?"
"You know."
"No I don't know, which is why you need to tell me," Chad replied. "Duh."
"Her breasts!"
"That's what I thought," Chad smirked.
"What? What is that face?" Troy did not like where this was going.
"You need to talk to Sharpay pronto man!"
"Why?" Troy asked confused as he began to sip his water.
"Because it seems to me like there's already a baby Bolton baking in the oven!"
"What?" Troy nearly choked on his water.
"Thank you, we look forward to doing business with you," Taylor concluded her portion of the presentation which consisted of statistics, finances, etc all on a wonderfully done and very precise PowerPoint presentation.
Sharpay smiled at her friend and business partner as she sat down. After a fabulous introduction by Sharpay, powerful logistics thanks to Taylor, the final part of the presentation was again left up to Sharpay and her designs which she expected would wow the Saks buyers. Sharpay stood up once again, thanking Taylor on a job well done as she took over the computer herself. She gave a quick introduction to her line S.E.E. which stood for Sharpay Elizabeth Evans. With the quick press of a button, music filled the boutique and the models began a timely procession, their well toned bodies beautiful canvases for Sharpay's fashion line. As the several models walked the pseudo runway, Sharpay gave a detailed description of each outfit which she had so meticulously designed herself. Taylor knew that buyers liked what they saw even if they kept their cool exteriors. She just had a way of reading people and could tell that their notes and side conversations were very positive. Sharpay on the other hand was feeling beyond nervous, nauseaos to be exact.
"And there you have it, S.E.E.'s upcoming line," Sharpay was shocked to see the buyers clapping, that was definitely unexpected but a good sign. "Thank you. Do you have any questions?"
Immediately, the balding man at the end of the table began to speak and Sharpay couldn't help but wonder what the hell he knew about fashion. She tried hard to focus on the older man as he spoke but something just wasn't right. She could tell he was speaking, his mouth was moving but everything around Sharpay was becoming fuzzy. Her nausea was taking over and she felt herself becoming weaker and weaker. How she was still standing was beyond her. All of a sudden the man stopped speaking and stared at her expectantly, waiting for an answer to his long question. Panic began to set in, on top of the nausea she was fighting. Taylor glared at her, feeling just as antsy as the buyers. Sharpay opened her mouth to speak but no words came out. In an instant Sharpay doubled over and emptied the contents of her stomach right onto one of the Saks buyers nice Jimmie Choos.
"Dude you alright?" Chad hit his friend on the back trying to stop him from 'choking.'
"Fine," Troy coughed. "You…you can't be serious about a baby can you?"
"Those are early signs of pregnancy my man. Taylor's boobs were so sore during the first trimester that I wasn't allowed to touch them anytime we had sex which was once in a blue moon anyway."
"You think Sharpay's pregnant just because she has sore breasts?"
"And because she's moody and tired."
"She's just had a long week that's all, she's not pregnant. Trust me, we've been pretty careful."
"All the time?"
"Yeah of course all the….," Troy gulped. "Except that time after her parents' anniversary party or that time at the boutique when I helped her close up or during the…"
"I get it, I get it and it looks like you haven't been all that careful. Since I'm right, I just have one request."
"Oh yeah and what's that?"
"Chad, Jr it's a fine name, don't you think?" Chad grinned.
"Not even funny," Troy said through gritted teeth. "I…I can't believe this! Pregnant, she's pregnant! This can't be happening."
"But you just said that you were ready to have a baby."
"I meant I was ready to try to have a baby! Like a year of trying, not having a baby in nine months!"
"Its probably more like seven or eight, it's not like you sperminated her last night or anything."
"Shut up! You're not helping here," Troy stood up suddenly. "I got to go."
"Where are you going?"
"I just have some stuff to do."
"Troy you don't have to go, I was just kidding around and stuff. Don't leave on my account."
"No really, I've got to get back to the office. I've got back to back patients this afternoon," Troy insisted. He grabbed his gym bag and basketball and quickly headed out of the indoor basketball courts.
"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!" Sharpay panted in the back room of the boutique, where she had escaped after vomiting on that poor woman.
"Are you alright?" Taylor rushed in a moment later to find Sharpay sinking to the floor.
"I have never been so humiliated in my entire life," Sharpay cried as she buried her head in her hands.
"It wasn't that bad," Taylor bent down next to her friend and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, trying to comfort her as best as she could.
"It wasn't that bad?" Sharpay sniffled and looked up, the tears running down her cheeks in rapid fashion. "I just threw up on an Executive Buyer at Saks Fifth Ave! It is that bad!"
"What happened? Were you that nervous?"
"No, I wasn't nervous. I was nauseous!" Sharpay exclaimed and I still am, she took a deep breath and leaned her head against the wall.
"Hold on," Taylor hurried to the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of water. After she made her way back to her friend, she pushed the water in her direction.
Sharpay took a few slow sips of the water. "Are they still here?"
Taylor shook her head, "No but they said they'll be in touch."
"Oh god, Tay I'm ruined! No one will want to buy the line now."
"No, sweetie, it'll be fine. The presentation went great!" Sharpay looked at her skeptically. "Well except the ending but besides that everything was great. They were all so enamored with your designs, you really outdid yourself this time."
"She had on Jimmie Choos, do you know how expensive those were? I should know, I have the same pair in silver!"
"We'll send her another pair, Shar, it's alright."
"I just want to crawl into a ball and die," Sharpay lowered her head once again, shielding herself from her friend.
"Oh Sharpay."
"I'm still so nauseous and I'm so tired."
"Why don't you go home? I can handle everything here until Lisa and Liza come in this afternoon."
"No, I know you wanted to leave early to be with Mia," Sharpay shook her head and quickly stood up. She clutched her stomach as a familiar feeling again returned. "Whoa too fast."
"Mia's fine with her babysitter for now, its only like three more hours. You on the other hand aren't looking so hot."
"I think I'm getting the flu. I've been so tired, the nausea and now the vomiting, and I've been so achy."
"Um Sharpay, are you sure that it's the flu?" Taylor asked her friend who was now sipping more water.
"Of course it's the flu, what else would it be?" Taylor raised her eyebrows. "Oh god don't even think about it."
"Well, you do have the symptoms."
"I am not pregnant, trust me I would know. I know my body Tay and I'm not pregnant. Yes I've been a little achier than usual and I've had some cramps but it's because I'm starting my peri…" Sharpay trailed off on the end of her sentence. "Where's my purse?"
"Um…" Taylor looked around, not seeing it.
"Taylor give me my damn purse!"
"Ok, ok," Taylor could tell her friend was panicking all over again. She quickly found her purse on a chair and brought it to Sharpay.
Sharpay grabbed her purse and dumped it on the table, searching for her daily planner. Once she found it, she flipped it open and frantically turned the pages. "Oh my god!"
"What's wrong?"
"I'm late!" Sharpay exclaimed frantically looking between her planner and her best friend.
Sharpay pulled into her driveway faster than ever before. Grabbing her purse and a plastic Target bag, Sharpay hurried out of her Mercedes convertible and up to the front door. It took her a minute to find her keys but once she did, she came barreling through the front door. Sharpay Elizabeth Evans Bolton was on a mission and nothing or no one was going to get in her way.
"Pay?" A voice stopped Sharpay from climbing up the stairs.
"Troy?" Sharpay looked over the railing and saw her husband walking into the foyer. "Honey what are you doing home?" Sharpay asked nervously.
"I could ask you the same thing," Troy smiled.
"I…um," Sharpay stalled, unsure of what to say. She had no idea how Troy would react if she was pregnant.
"How was the presentation? Did you knock their socks off? I'm sure you did!" Troy hurried up the stairs to join her, giving her a quick a kiss once she was right in front of him.
"Um not exactly," Sharpay gulped. "But um we'll find out in a few days. But like I said, what are you doing home? I thought your day was filled."
"I cancelled all of my appointments," Troy admitted to her.
"What? Did something happen?" Sharpay grew concerned. "Are you alright?" She asked looking him over.
"I'm fine, really. I just had something to do."
"Okay, well I'm just going to go upstairs and…"
"Wait," Troy interrupted her.
"What?"
"Let's go to lunch," he said quickly, not wanting Sharpay to see what he had just put into the bedroom.
"Um sure, I need to change and freshen up," Sharpay replied, hoping to buy herself a little bit more time. She was desperate to take the test now, she didn't think she could wait anymore.
"Baby, you look great. Lets just go now, I'm starving. I really worked up an appetite kicking Chad's ass at basketball."
"That's great Troy, I'm so proud," Sharpay forced a cute giggle. "But I really need to use the bathroom and I've got a little stain on my skirt. I've got to get it to the cleaners, we can drop it off on the way."
"I don't see any stain, Pay, you look beautiful as always. Lets just go."
Sharpay glared at Troy, "Troy Bolton, why don't you want me to go into our bedroom?"
"What?" Troy laughed nervously. "Why would you think that?"
"Because you're up to something Mister."
"No I'm not honey, I'm just famished."
"Ok you don't normally use big words like that so what's the deal? Why are you lying to me?"
Troy sighed, the jig was up. He knew that Sharpay had him and would never let it go. "Just don't be mad alright."
Sharpay raised her brow in confusion as Troy began to walk down the hall and into their master suite. "I can't make any promises," she called after him, as she clutched her own secret bag as she followed him down the short hallway. She found him sitting on the bed, clutching a small cardboard box.
"I bought this for you today," Troy admitted, trying to judge hr reaction.
"What is it?' Sharpay moved closer, trying to get a closer look and when she did, she dropped her own shopping bag and purse in shock. "That's…that's a pregnancy test Troy!" Troy nodded nervously. "Why…why would you buy that?"
"Um Chad thought you might be pregnant."
"Chad? Chad thought that I might be pregnant!" Sharpay exclaimed, her voice rising with each word. "Why the hell are you talking about something like that with Chad?"
"Pay, we were just talking that's all, like we always do and somehow we mentioned our mornings."
"Oh so you told him about your morning groping!"
"Calm down Sharpay, I'm sorry it was an accident."
"I don't need that pregnancy test!"
"I'll take it back after lunch, I promise."
"You better!" Sharpay bent down and picked up her bag, before throwing it at Troy. "Because I have my own."
"What?" Troy sat shocked for a moment before glancing into the bag and finding three different home pregnancy tests.
Sharpay collapsed onto the bed next to her husband and let out her own confession, "Taylor thinks I'm pregnant."
"Because of the sore breasts?"
"No I didn't tell her about that. She thinks its because of the fatigue, the general achiness and the nausea….and maybe the fact that I threw up at the end of the Saks presentation on a Buyers new pair of fall Jimmie Choos."
"Oh Pay, you didn't," Troy shoved the bag off his lap and took his wife into his arms.
"I did, I did," Sharpay felt her tears begin to sting again. "Troy, I was so humiliated and now they're never going to want to pick up my line."
"Pay, they'd be crazy not too. Your designs are amazing, they had to have blown everybody away," Troy comforted her, rubbing her back gently.
"I'm going to be the laughing stock of the fashion industry as soon as this gets out."
"You're overreacting."
"Look, I don't want to think about it, let alone talk about it anymore."
"Ok, I understand honey," Troy kissed her temple sweetly, holding her even tighter. "So three pregnancy tests?"
"I didn't know which one to choose. One says yes or no, the other is plus or minus and the last one is two lines or no lines. What's yours?"
"I have no idea," he chuckled. "I grabbed the first one I saw, you know I don't like that aisle…too many lady products," he shuddered at the thought as Sharpay rolled her eyes at her very juvenile husband.
"I guess I should take one huh?" Sharpay reluctantly pulled away from Troy's safe and loving arms.
"Or all four…you know to make sure they're accurate."
Sharpay nodded, "I'll be back alright."
"I'll be right here," Troy squeezed her hand for extra reassurance.
Sharpay forced a smile as she grabbed the bag of home pregnancy tests plus Troy's lone one that sat on the bed. She headed into the bathroom and took care of business while Troy nervously waited for her.
"That was fast," he commented as Sharpay joined him on the bed soon after.
"I drank a bottle of water on the way home. I was on my way to Starbucks to grab coffee when I realized that was a no go if I was pregnant."
"Look at you, acting like a mother already," he grinned.
"That's not funny Troy."
"I wasn't kidding."
"Are we ready to have a baby?" Sharpay's tone turned serious "We've only been married for a little over a year. We haven't talked babies; I can't believe we haven't talked babies yet."
"It'll be hard, I think…I know it will be but if you're pregnant, then we're having a baby, its as simple as that."
"There's definitely no turning back," Sharpay sighed. "I want kids, I really do but I don't think I'm ready now."
"Is anyone ever really ready?" Troy reached out and took hold of her hands.
"I don't know but I want to devote all my time to our kids and right now I don't think I can do that. Does that sound awfully selfish of me?"
"This is going to turn our lives upside down, I understand how you feel but we'll work it out."
"I'm not ready to give up my career."
"And no one's asking you too."
"But I'm going to be the one stuck at home with it!"
"You don't have to be, we can get a nanny."
"No, no full time nannies! Ryan and I hated growing up with a nanny. Granted we turned out very well adjusted and happy but there were so many times when I just wanted my parents."
"Fine I'll quit my job and be a stay at home dad. We'll live off the boutique and your trust fund, no biggy"
"Troy," Sharpay rolled her eyes.
"Sharpay," Troy couldn't help but grin at his very flustered wife.
"You're happy about this, aren't you?"
"Of course I'm happy about this. Yeah I'm shocked, I wasn't expecting it but it's a very happy surprise…if you are that is. I've always wanted to be a dad."
"And you'll be a great one too, I have no doubt about it," Sharpay finally smiled as images of her husband playing basketball with their son, his spitting image while she watched on the sidelines holding a blonde baby girl who was clapping for her big brother.
"And you'll be an amazing mother," Troy kissed her sweet lips.
"Do you really think so?"
"I know so. Our children will be blessed to have you as a mother just as I'm blessed to have you as a wife."
"Oh Troy, you're so sappy," Sharpay giggled even though several fresh tears had just fallen down her face.
"I try," Troy laughed with her as he pulled her closer.
"Well I know one thing, our kids will be the best dressed ever!"
"So true! But no girly hats for our boys!"
"Deal! Ooo I could even start work on a children's line or a maternity line! Have you seen the stuff out there for pregnant women? There's no way in hell I'm wearing that bland stuff!"
"Aren't you getting a little bit ahead of yourself? We don't even know if you're pregnant."
"I didn't tell you this earlier but I'm late too. I should have gotten my period last week," she bit her lip nervously, trying to gauge his reaction.
"Wow, so this is just becoming realer by the second," he grinned. "We're having a baby!"
"But Troy, I've been late before especially when I'm stressed out. I don't want you to get your hopes up."
"Well if you're not pregnant, I think that we should start trying right away then."
"I…I don't know Troy. Its one thing if I'm pregnant but if I'm not I think we should wait a little longer."
"I honestly don't want to wait Pay," Troy confessed, this day revealed a lot to him, mainly that he wanted to be a father right away. He'd always been a little envious of Chad and how great he was with Brandon and Mia. He wanted his kids to look up to him with the same admiration that Brandon and Mia did to Chad.
"Troy…" Sharpay began but was interrupted by a loud ding; she'd set the timer right after she took the tests. "Oh my god, its been three minutes already!" Sharpay bolted up, grabbing Troy with her.
"Want me to come with you?"
Sharpay nodded nervously, the moment of truth was upon them and she didn't quite know how to feel, "I can't do this without you."
"Lets go, we'll do it together," hand in hand they slowly walked into their en suite bathroom. Displayed on the light granite counter top were four pregnancy tests each lined up next to one another.
Sharpay took a deep breath before looking down at the tests, her eyes becoming blurry, "I…can you look?"
"Of course," Troy squeezed his hand as he looked down at the tests. He grabbed the one nearest to him and looked at the results. He put it down and bent down a little closer to read the rest of the results.
"What do they say Troy?" Sharpay asked anxiously, she was dying to find out the results.
"What do you think of a basketball themed nursery?" He couldn't suppress his grin as Sharpay's mouth dropped open in shock." You're pregnant! We're having a baby!" He threw his arms around her, engulfing her in the closest hug they'd ever shared.
"A baby," Sharpay cried against his chest, her tears flooding down her face, soaking into Troy's white shirt.
"Yeah honey, a baby," Troy let a few of his own tears fall. The only other time he'd ever felt this happy was the first time he saw Sharpay walking to meet him at the altar.
Sharpay was feeling so many mixed emotions at the moment and she wasn't sure if her tears were because she was happy. She was so confused but Troy was none the wiser, he was beyond ecstatic and thought that his wife was too. Sharpay cried for five whole minutes in Troy's arms before he realized something was really wrong.
"Pay, what's wrong?" Troy gently lifted his wife's head up seeing how distressed she was.
"Troy," Sharpay choked out, clutching onto his shirt with her shaking hands.
"Are you alright?" Sharpay shook her head 'no.' "Come on," Troy led her out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom. He helped her sit down on the bed, all the while she was still holding onto him for dear life.
"I'm sorry," she mumbled against him.
"You don't have anything to be sorry for," Troy ran his hand through her hair.
"I think I'm in shock….I don't know how to feel about this. I mean we made a baby which is incredible but I'm scared, I'm not ready."
"You're right its amazing that our love could create something so wonderful but its alright to be scared Pay. I'm scared too."
"You are?" Sharpay sniffled and finally looked up at him.
Troy nodded, "Petrified," he chuckled. "But I've got you by my side and there's no one else I'd rather be with. Together, I know that we can do this and be the best parents that our child deserves. Seriously, Sharpay, we can do this and we will do this."
"Okay," Sharpay wiped away her tears. "We're doing this, we're having a baby."
"We're having a baby," Troy hugged her and Sharpay began to smile. There was just something about the way he said it that made Sharpay feel safe, like everything was going to be alright.
Thanks for reading and please review (especially if you voted for this in the poll, this is for you guys!). Just so you know Troy is a sports medicine doctor and works with athletes of all ages. Realistically Troy is too young to have his own practice but just humor me on this one. Also, during the first month of pregnancy its probably pretty unlikely that you find out you're pregnant as well but since this is going month by month I decided to do it do this way. So please review, the faster you review, the faster I update. Thanks so much for reading! And feel free if you want to leave suggestions about the pregnancy!
