"Push!" Yelled the doctor, "You're almost there Miss Montez!" Gabriella, 17 years old, had a sweat lined brow and her back arched as she pushed one more great push until she heard the sound of a baby crying. She let her back fall onto the bed and her head on the pillow. "...my...my son is he?"

"He's fine...just fine." the doctor looks at Troy, who was slightly green, and had fainted in the chair in the corner, "I don't think he's in condition to the cord." Gabriella giggled tiredly, "He's just...he's a first time father..." the doctor nodded, "but still...you want to cut it?"

The brunette smiled, "I'd...I'd love that but...maybe my dad can do it?" the doctor looked at the stern looking man who just turned his head away; so much for actually getting involved in her son's life. "I'll do it."

She clipped the cord, and the wrapped the baby boy in a blanket; her father left the room as they put the baby boy in her arms after cleaning him and wrapping him up. Gabriella held him in her arms. She smiled, tears of joy running down her cheeks, "Oh baby boy.. your so beautiful.." she smiled kissing his forhead. she looked over at Troy who was waking up. Gabriella giggled, "Look, daddy finally decided to wake up."

Troy rubbed his forhead, looking at Gabriella, "You had him already? why didn't anybody wake me!" she giggled, "Shh! and you fainted while I was giving birth."

Troy looked at his son, "is..Is that my son." Gabriella nodded, "His precious."

Troy smiled, "Can I hold him?" she nodded, "of course." she gave the newborn baby to the father. Troy held him in his arms, "Hey little buddy, me and mommy did a pretty good job." Gabriella giggled, "Troy."

He smiled kissing her forhead, "I love you Brie." she smiled, "I love you too..so much."

She kissed his lips looking at her son, "we need to give him a name." Troy nodded, "umm how about you pick the first name, and I pick the middle name? and of course the last name is Bolton." Gabriella nodded, "Deal." she looked at her son, "I wanna name him... Christopher."

He smiled, "Christopher James Bolton." Gabriella frowned, "My dad left.. you should of seen the way he looked at me Troy.. he hates me, and possibly Christopher."

"What?" Troy asked, bouncing Christopher from side to side gently, "Brie...he can't hate a baby-"

"He can Troy...you don't know my father."

"But I know you..." she bit her lip, staring at hers and Troy's son, "Troy can I hold him now?" he smiled, "of course you can..."

she smiled, taking him gently, kissing his forehead, the doctor came in. "Okay, happy couple, this little one needs a check up before he can leave and he'll be put in the nursery you both can see him whenever."

Gabriella smiled sadly, giving her son to the nurse, "Bye Chris...I Love you. Daddy loves you."

(...)

A Few weeks have passed and Troy and Gabriella were getting used to being parents. Christopher was just a few weeks old now. Gabriella was changing his diaper, "Oh you are just the cutest baby in the whole world, now I know every mother says that about their baby, but every other mother is wrong, cause you are the cutest baby in the whole world." she kissed his face all over placing him in the carrier.

Troy walked in, "hey Brie.." he kissed her lips, "how's christopher doing?" she giggled, "he's great..I have to run to the store real quick to pick up more milk for him, will you watch him for me? I don't wanna take him out in the cold weather."

Troy smiled, "Sure, but be back soon, there's suppose to be a bad storm going on." Gabriella nodded, "I'll be back soon..I love you." she kissed his lips, and turned to face christopher, "and I love you the cutest baby in the whole world."

She kissed his nose, turning to Troy and grabbing her bag, "I'll be back." she kissed his cheek as she left out the door.

Gabriella was headed back from the store, and the wind was blowing, and it was pouring hard. she sighed turning the music up high and began singing. the next thing she knew, was a bright car light coming towards her, the car spinning and crashing and it went black.

(...meanwhile...)

Troy picked up his son, smiling at him, "So...it is just us two guys by ourselves what do you wanna do?" Christopher gurgled, kicking his feet and blowing nose bubbles. Troy smiled, "That is exactly what I was thinking-think the Lakers will win tonight? Or the Blazers?" Christopher gurgled, Troy laughed, "yeah I think that Lakers will win too.."

Hours passed, Christopher had gone to sleep-after three bottles, two bouts of 'for no reason' crying, and five stinky diapers. Troy was worried, Gabriella should've been home by now. Right now, Christopher had woken up again and now Troy was pacing the floor, rubbing his back, "It's okay...shh..hush little baby don't say a word...daddy's going to by you a mocking bird if that mocking bird don't sing-Gabriella where are you?" he whispered, rubbing his son's back.

Christopher fussed, "Shh...it's okay, it's okay...daddy's here, I don't know where mommy is.."