A/N: Since Sweethearts was such a big hit, I decided to continue it and start this one. It's going to take place three years in the future when they're graduating college.
Disclaimer: I don't own and/or am affiliated with any of the characters, the movie, music, etc.
April 28th, 2010 2:00 pm
"Honey, I'm home." Gabriella yelled through the front door of their house. She kicked off her shoes buy the door and threw her coat over the banister to the stairs. "I was thinking you and I could go out to dinner later, and then I don't know, maybe christen our new house?"
"Yo ho, Yo ho, a pirate's life for me. We pillage, we plunder, we rifle, and loot!" Walking further into the house, Gabriella heard strange noises of singing coming from the kitchen.
"Welcome home, Gabriella." Chad Danforth yelled as she walked into the kitchen. "And about christening the new house, I'm up for it if you are!"
"Hey Chad, Jason, Zeke, Matt . . . What are you guys doing here?" Her cheeks were as red as the checkered table cloth that the guys were sitting around in the middle of the kitchen.
"Well, I'm here about that mid afternoon christening, but I don't know about these other fools." Matt joked before clinking his glass with Chad for a toast.
Gabriella's face turned an even deeper shade of red and she was on the brink of tears before Troy walked over and wrapped his arms around her neck. "Hey babe. I missed you today, but what are you doing home so early?"
"Well, one of the RN's offered to work overtime so that I could go home and help you get things straightened up. They could tell I was a little stressed over not having the house put together."
Troy flashed his blue eyes at her. "What a great surprise, then? The guys are just over here helping me move furniture around. Did you know that you smell like throw up?"
"Seeing as most of the furniture is still in the living room, I can see that you five have been working really hard. And yes, I had a little boy threw up on me today. Does it bother you?"
"Um, yes. Sorry babe." Troy smiled again before pulling away and walking over to the boxes of pizza that were sitting on the counter. "Do you want some?" He said through a mouth full of chewed cheese and pepperoni.
"No thanks." Gabriella held her hand up to her mouth covering her nose. "You know, I think I'm going to go take a shower and wash the smell off first."
Troy nodded and the other guys waved as she turned around and began walking towards the stairs that led to the second floor. "You know, it would be really nice if there was a table in here that we could sit at like civilized human beings. Maybe one will magically appear while I'm in the shower?"
"Well, I left my magic wand at home today Gabs, but I'll see what we can do." Chad yelled up the stairs. She waved a hand in his direction signaling him to be quiet and then made her trek to the bathroom.
Do you remember when we first met? I sure do
It was some time in early September
Though you were lazy about it, you made me wait around
I was so crazy about you, I didn't mind
Moving Day, Junior Year
"Troy Bolton, putting up pirate wallpaper in the bathroom." With her hands on her hips, Gabriella was giving her boyfriend an intense look. He was holding up a roll of wall paper decorated with tiny pirates and pirate ships in one hand and a paint brush in the other.
"Come on, Gabs, it will be cool!"
She shook her head. "No, no it won't. How will it be cool?
"Because." He grunted. "Pirates are so cool! The pillage and plunder and . . . I don't know, fight?"
"Troy, what does pillage mean?"
He shrugged his shoulders before walking over to an empty wall and starting to roll out the paper. "Like, drink a lot, I guess?"
Gabriella frowned. "Troy, we are not decorating the bathroom like this. It should be nice, sophisticated, calm!" In haste, she walked over and snatched the paper out of his hand.
"And what did you have in mind then?" Troy asked, trying to steal the roll out of her hand. She dug through a paper bag for a few seconds until she pulled out a tiny paint swatch.
"I was thinking we could do sort of a serenity theme. Lavender and Jasmine." Smiling warmly at him, she walked over and held the two colors up against the white walls.
"So in other words, you want purple and purple?"
"No, lavender and jasmine. Look Troy, this is my bathroom too and I don't want pirates!"
"Well," Troy huffed. "I don't want to be sitting in Barney's paradise while I take a bath!"
Gabriella narrowed her eyes and looked at him sharply. "I don't want to have corrupt thieves watching me brush my teeth!"
"Listen, we both have to decide on how to decorate this bathroom and I want pirates."
"I want serene lavender and jasmine." Putting her hands on her hips, she stared at him coldly and took several deep breaths. Troy squinted his eyes and stared back at her. They stayed like this for several minutes until he walked over and kissed her hard on the lips. Gabriella fell into his kiss before wrapping his arms around his neck.
While kissing passionately, he picked Gabriella up and she wrapped her legs around his waist, running her hands through his hair.
"Troy . . ." She moaned as he kissed the small of her neck.
"Shhh . . ."
"Troy . . ." He moved back up to her lips and began sucking the corner of her bottom lip gently. "Troy the shower." She shivered.
But before she could try to warn him again, Troy took one step back and stumbled back onto the shower and falling into the bathtub. The curtain snagged and fell on top of them.
Gabriella began laughing uncontrollably and Troy's face was redder than a tomato. They tried several times to untangle themselves, but with little success.
"Gabriella!" He yelled, frustrated with their position in the bathtub. "I'm stuck!"
"What? You don't want to take a bath with me?" She laughed.
He narrowed her eyes. "Sure I do, but when there is water and we are actually in the bathtub."
"Well, I can fix one of those." She then reached over and turned the faucet all the way causing water from the showerhead to become pouring down on them.
"Gabriella Montez . . ." He screamed. "I . . . I . . .
"You what?" She teased.
"I love you!" And then with the shower running, their clothes quickly becoming soaked and the discussion over the bathroom forgotten, Troy planted another kiss right on her lips.
"Yo ho, Yo ho, a pirates life for me!" Gabriella sang after he pulled away. Tory just smiled before kissing her again, which is how they stayed for a long time.
Present Day
As Gabriella was walking towards the bathroom to take her well deserved shower, the empty bedroom and soon to be nursery caught her eye. She opened the door and walked inside, admiring the empty and deserted room. The walls were painted a beautiful shade of pink, and the ceiling was decorated with a white and blue cloud design.
She felt at ease in this room and sometimes when Troy wasn't around she would just come in here and imagine the layout of the furniture or design. But most of the time, she would just come in here and stare at the one and only item that occupied the room. A tiny picture frame hung on the wall that she had put up herself. Troy had never seen it before and it made her smile thinking of his reaction when he would.
"Gabs?" When she heard Troy calling for her from the hallway, she realized that she must have sat there for a lot longer than she had planned. "Gabriella? What are you doing in here?"
When he walked into the room, Troy didn't noticed the small black and white picture sitting on the wall, but just his wife who was in an almost trance like state, sitting on the floor with tears in her eyes.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Wiping the few tears out of her eyes, she stood up and walked towards the picture. "Do you like it?" she asked.
Troy turned his eyes towards the object and then back at his wife. "Yeah, it's nice. What happened? Why are you sitting in here crying?"
"Troy . . ." It took a few minutes to register but soon Troy's eyes grew wide and he froze in his spot. "Troy look at the picture again."
Slowly, he turned around and stared at the small black and white photo. "Gabriella . . . is that a? A . . ."
"A baby? Yes."
"Who's? It's not . . ."
"Ours? Yes, again." Gabriella saw Troy's jaw drop but she just smiled watching him interact with the baby.
"A baby? Ours?" She walked over to face her stunned husband who still couldn't quite understand the news he was receiving.
"Yes, Troy. It's our baby. He or she is almost six weeks old."
"When?"
"When what? Troy look at me." Now getting frustrated with his dim witted persona, she stomped her foot to get his attention. He looked at her and then back at the picture and then back at her again.
"Gabriella? You're pregnant? We're having a baby?"
She nodded and then Troy swept her up into the biggest hug, swinging her around in the air and covering her face with kisses.
"When? How? When is it due?" A thousand questions came pouring out of his mouth and giggles out of hers.
"Well, Troy, when a man and a woman really love each other . . ." Before she could finish, he kissed her again on the lips.
"I know that." He said after pulling away. "When did it happen?"
"Well, according to the doctor something around our anniversary."
He smiled. "That was a good night. And when is it going to be here?"
"This little wildcat," Gabriella said as she brought his hand to her stomach. "Is going to be here around October 29th."
"Man that's a long time to wait. I don't know if I can wait that long." Gabriella giggled and Troy stared at her stomach for a long time until he leaned over and kissed her again, this time more passionately and lovingly.
"I love you." He whispered.
"I love you too. Congratulations, daddy."
"Daddy? That's so . . .amazing." Troy kissed her lightly one last time and embraced her in a hug.
"Well, you are going to be a great daddy Troy Bolton."
"Thank you mommy." He squeezed her gently and then pulled away with a big, toothy grin. "You still smell like throw up."
Frowning, she hit him on the arm before stomping off into the hallway. "Thanks for ruining the mood Troy."
"What? I couldn't help it . . . you just smell so bad!"
"Thanks Troy. Go put the table in the kitchen!"
"Why?" He whined, stomping after her towards the bathroom. "I'm so tired of moving furniture."
"Well, I thought maybe we could have some fun on that table later but if you don't want to . . ." Gabriella winked and then shut the door to the bathroom leaving Troy standing out in the hallway by himself.
He turned around on his heel and walked towards the stairs, fully prepared to march into the living room, find the table and move it into the kitchen. No matter what it took.
Do you remember when we first moved in together?
The piano took up the living room
You played me boogie-woogie I played you love songs
You'd say we're playing house now you still say we are
We built our getaway up in a tree we found
We felt so far away though we were still in town
Now I remember watching that old tree burn down
I took a picture that I don't like to look at
Well all these times they come and go
And alone don't seem so long
Over ten years have gone by
We can't rewind, we're locked in time
But you're still mine
Do you remember?
The song is "Do You Remember?" by Jack Johnson. Feedback would be wonderful!!! Thank you for all the reviews!!
