Chapter 3
Recap:
I look back at the ultrasound, and my eyes widen. "Emilia, i-is th-that," I can't finish because of how shocked I am.
"Yes, Gabi, you're having twins," She says.
October 1, 2013
"I'm so bored," I groan, "Let me do something!"
"No, Emili said you're not supposed to do anything strenuous! It could hurt the babies," Troy says, looking at me and turning back to the TV.
"Cooking fucking dinner is not strenuous, Troy! I need to do something!"
"Fine, but you have to sit down whenever you don't need to stand up, and I'm going to help you," He says, and he turns on the TV and stands up. I roll my eyes, but I still accept his hands to pull me up.
I start pulling out ingredients for my famous tacos. "Put the shells in the microwave for 13 seconds, okay?" I ask. He nods and grabs the bag of shells.
Forty-five minutes later, Troy and I are done eating and cuddled up on the couch. "Baby?" Troy whispers.
I turn and look into his sapphire eyes. "Yeah?"
"Do you want to buy house? I-i mean, we have another month before our lease is up, a-and we'll need a bigger house for the babies and any more we want." He rambles on.
I laugh and kiss his cheek. "Of course I wanna buy a house, love."
He grins and pulls me into a kiss. "Should we practice christening our new house in our bedroom?" He whispers against my lips. I nod, and he swoops me up. I laugh and kiss him again as he walks into our room.
October 4, 2013
The feeling of warm lips pressing against my forehead wakes me up on my day off. I blink my eyes, and I see Troy standing there with a big smile on his face. I smile sleepily at him. "Brie, get up! We get to go look at more houses today!" He says excitedly, climbing on top of me.
I breathe in his freshly showered self. "Did you just get home from practice?" I look at his outfit: an orange Ralph Lauren shirt, khaki shorts, teal Nike SB's, and black Nike quarter socks.
"I've been home for about 20 minutes. I just got out of the shower. Now get your lazy ass up, so we can go look for houses!" He says with a grin.
"Maybe I'll get up when I get my morning kiss," I say. His grin turns into a smile, and he bends down a presses a soft kiss before pulling away.
I pout, and he laughs. "Sorry, love, you need to get up! I'll be making breakfast!" He says, kissing my cheek and walking out of our room.
I grumble and slide out my warm bed. I slip off Troy's shirt and look in the mirror. I turn sideways, and my eyes widen. "Troy!" I shriek. I hear a pan drop before he comes running in.
"What's wrong?!"
"Look!" I cry, pointing at the mirror.
He looks, and it takes him a moment before his eyes widen. "Holy shit, Brie! An actual bump. That's our babies!" He says, falling on the ground and placing a kiss on my stomach. I run my hands through his hair before he stands up. I grab his face and kiss him.
He pulls away with a soft smile, and his blue eyes glittering. "Get dressed, baby. It looks like you get to pull out the maternity clothes your mom sent." I nod, and he walks out after pressing a kiss on my forehead.
I walk over to our closet and grab the box that's labeled 'Maternity.' I grab a sky blue tank top and a pair of jeans. I quickly slide them on before grabbing my black gladiator sandals. I slip into them and head into the bathroom. I braid my hair in a loose braid and quickly brush my teeth. I put on foundation and blush, and I finish with a swipe of mascara.
"Breakfast is ready, Brie!" Troy hollers as I walk out of the bathroom. I walk into the kitchen and see Troy sitting at the island, eating a piece of bacon.
I pull out the seat next to him and breathe in the sweet smell of bacon and chocolate chip pancakes. I kiss his cheek and say, "Thanks for breakfast, baby, it smells great."
"I know, that's why you should eat it."
I smack his shoulder, and he chuckles before taking a sip of his milk. We eat in a comfortable silence for a few moments. "Chad and Shar are flying over after his game against Boston on the 9th with Biddy," Troy says as he takes both our plates to the sinks.
A big smile spreads across my face. "Really?! I haven't seen Biddy, Shar, or Chad since we were in Albuquerque for Chad and Biddy's birthday in July!" I say while standing up and going over to place the dishes in the dishwasher.
Now you all are probably wondering who Biddy is. Bridget Rose Danforth, or Biddy, is Chad's six-year-old daughter. He had her on July 6, 2007, just two days after his 17th birthday. Biddy's mom, Mary, had been his girlfriend since we were all in the sixth grade. Mary died a week after Biddy was born from going into cardiac arrest. Chad was absolutely devastated. He would've killed himself if Pay wouldn't have found him.
"Yep, and Pay and Biddy will just stay here until the 12th," He says, handing me a cup.
"I'm kinda shocked I haven't heard Shar blabbing on and on about it!" I say.
"Chad's been telling me that she's busy with setting up her studio. Anyways, c'mon, we need to leave! We have a long day ahead of us!" Troy says, grabbing his keys off the counter. I roll my eyes and follow him out of the door.
October 7, 2013
"Why can't we find a fucking house, Brie?" Troy says, collapsing on the couch next to me. I look away from my Macbook and look at him.
"Maybe it's because you have to have every freaking thing on our list," I say, looking back at my Macbook.
"Sorry, I want to have the perfect house."
I roll my eyes. "Are you ready to go?" I ask, sending the address of the house I wanted to look at to myself and our realtor, Trudy Reynolds.
"Why?"
"We're going to go look at a house that I'm almost positive has everything on your list. I swear, you'd think I'd be the one having a hissy fit about houses!" I exclaim, pushing myself off the couch. I grab the hand Troy stretches out and pull him up.
"Whatever," he says, stretching his arms up. His shirt rises up, and the top of his boxers and stomach show. I feel my mouth go water as I look at him. "Babe, eyes up here," Troy says with a smirk, dropping his arms at his side.
I blinked before rolling my eyes. Damn pregnancy hormones. I grab Troy's keys and throw them at him. He chuckles and catches them with ease. I groan and walk out the door, Troy following suit and still chuckling.
We slide into the car, and I type in the address in the GPS. I cross my arms and look out the window. "Awh, babe, don't be like that!" Troy exclaims, pushing me with his hand. I hit it, and he put it back on the wheel with a damn chuckle. "Gabriella. Brie. Baby. Gabi. Brie. Brieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee."
"Shut the hell up!" I say, glaring at him. He looks at me before turning back to the road, a smirk toying on his lips. I huff and cross my arms. Neither of us say anything else as we pull into the long driveway. My mouth drops a little at the sight of the gorgeous home. It's a large house made of brown bricks. There's white stairs that lead up to the door, and there's an archway above the door. It has a lot of windows, and it's two stories high. There's a two-car garage, and a little guest house in the backyard (A/N: Sorry I suck at descriptions).
"Woah," Troy breathes as we step out of the car. I nod my head in agreement and walk over to him. He grabs my hand as Trudy walks over.
"Hey, guys! How are you today?"
"Excited to look at this beautiful house!" I say with a big smile.
Trudy claps her hands together with a smile and says, "Let's get started then!" She leads us up the stairs, and she opens the door. "I'm going to let you guys look around, and if there's any questions, come find me!" She says. Troy and I nod, and she walks off.
We walk to the left in the room, I assume, is a type of living room, most likely a den. It's a spacious room with walls that are painted a soft beige, and the floors are made up of dark oak hardwood. I let go of Troy's hand and walk over to the three large windows. Looking out the windows, I can see a beautiful garden, and a large side yard. I place my hand on my stomach, and I smile as I could see the twins and whatever other kids Troy and I could have playing out in the garden.
"I like the size of the den, Gab, it's 17 by 13," Troy says, pulling me out of my thoughts.
I nod and look up at him with a smile. "Yeah, I like it too. C'mon, let's go look at the rest of the house," I say, grabbing his hand. We look through the rest of the main floor.
"You wanna go up, down, or outside?" Troy asks.
"Upstairs."
We walk around the upstairs, and we save the master bedroom for last. We walk in, and my mouth drops open. The room is absolutely gorgeous. The walls are a cream color with floral patterns, and a part of the wall is oak hardwood that matches the floor. "Troy, if we move here, we have to keep this room like this," I breathe. He nods, and we walk in the large walk-in closet. I slowly turn in a circle, and I almost cry because it's so big. I didn't even notice Troy left and came back.
"Baby, come on," he chuckled, "let's leave the closet and take a look in the basement."
"Do we have to?" I ask with a pout. He laughs and nods. I sigh and walk out of the closet. I look at the doors, and I squeal as I see a balcony. "Troy! We need this house!" He just laughs and pushes me out the door.
Forty-five minutes later, Troy and I sit on the steps in front of the house. "What do you think, Brie?"
"I love it, Troy. I can see us raising our family here. I can see us sitting on the back deck in our rocking chairs when we're seventy-years-old, and our grandkids are running around," I say, rubbing my stomach and looking him in the eyes.
"I feel the exact same way. Plus, it helps there's a basketball court and a swimming pool," He says with a smirk.
I giggled. "So what does this mean?"
"It means," He starts, a smile growing on his face, "that we're buying a house!" I squeal, and we both jump up. He picks me up and twirls me around.
"Well, you guys sound happy," Trudy says, walking up the steps to us. Troy sits me down on the ground.
"We want to give an offer," Troy says, wrapping his arm around my shoulders.
"Well, the market price is 2 million, but I have a feeling I can get them to negotiate to a million if that sounds alright?"
"That's perfect," I say.
"Well then, just give me a few minutes to call the owners to work something out," She says. We nod, and she walks away. Fifteen minutes later, Trudy comes back with a large smile on her face. I squeal and start jumping up and down before she even gets there. "Congratulations on your first house!" She says. I hug Trudy before squealing again and hugging Troy.
My life was becoming better and better by the second, it seemed.
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