Sorry it's been awhile, but I've been extremely busy! I hope you don't mind…so I won't keep you waiting any longer. Here's the chapter!

Chapter Three: Suspicion

Taylor woke up one morning four weeks later feeling the need to throw up... for the seventh time that week. She tossed her covers over onto Chad's side of the bed. He didn't even stir, and she ran to the bathroom. She barely made it to the toilet before she began to throw up.

She struggled to get to her feet. When she discovered that she couldn't, she leaned against the bathtub and called out for her fiancé. "Chad," she called out weakly. Nothing. "Chad!" she tried again.

Two minutes later, Chad appeared in the doorway of the bathroom. Yawning, he asked, "What's wrong, baby?"

"Chad, I don't know what's wrong with me…I've been throwing up like this for a week!" she exclaimed.

"Maybe you have the flu," he replied, sitting down next to her and brushing her hair out of her face.

She looked up into his eyes. "I don't have the flu. Number one, you don't have it for a week straight; number two, I've only been sick after I sleep and eat; and number three, I don't have a fever."

"Well…maybe you should call Gabriella. Maybe she'll know what's wrong."

She nodded, and he helped her get back to their bed. She picked up her cell phone and dialed Gabi's number. After three rings, she heard a soft voice answer. "Hello?"

"Hey, Gabs," Taylor said.

"Hey!" Gabriella exclaimed happily. "What's up, Tay?"

"Gabriella, I've been sick for a week and Chad seems to think that you might know what's wrong with me, you know, since you're gonna be going to medical school and all."

"What're your symptoms?"

"Well, I've been throwing up for a week, but only after I eat and sleep. I don't have a fever, but I've been feeling a little bit nauseous."

"Hmm…I think I might have an idea. Meet me at my OB/GYN's office in ten minutes, 'kay? I have a checkup," Gabriella replied, referring to her pregnancy checkup. She and Troy were expecting a daughter soon, in approximately two months.

"Okay…" Taylor said, confused. "It might be closer to twenty, though."

"That's fine, but try to hurry. We're gonna be there a little longer than what I'm usually there for, and Troy wants me to be home when he arrives. He seems to think that we're gonna have a romantic afternoon," she replied, giggling.

"Is his idea of 'romantic' knocking you up?" Taylor asked with a smile.

"Hey, don't even bring my baby into this," Gabriella said.

"Speaking of the baby, have you chosen a name for her yet?"

"Yeah, actually, we did. Do you want me to tell you?"

"Of course I want to know!"

"Well in that case, you're going to have to wait until we get to the doctor."

"Fine," Taylor said, grumpily. Now that she thought about it, she had been having some strange mood swings and food cravings in the past week also. "I'll see you in twenty."

"Bye, Tay."

"Bye."

She hung up the phone, got ready to go, and turned to Chad. "She wants me to meet her at her baby appointment."

"Oh. Okay, so I guess I'll see you later, Tay."

"Bye, baby. I love you," he said.

"Bye, Chad. I love you, too. I sure hope she has a good reason for making me meet her over at Dr. Evans' office."

"I don't see why she wants Ryan and Sharpay's father to deliver her and Troy's baby. Sharpay still likes Troy, you know."

"I know, and I've warned her, but she's set on the fact that because she and Troy got married and the fact that they're having a baby that Sharpay can't get in the way."

"She can't now, but still- I wouldn't want him to deliver our babies."

"Our babies?" Taylor asked, intrigued by his words. Our babies.

"Yeah, you know, when we decide to have some."

She smiled. "Yeah…so, I guess I'll go now."

"Bye."

"Bye."

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Twenty minutes after she had spoken to Gabriella, Taylor arrived at Dr. Evans' office. Gabriella was sitting in the waiting room. Her right hand was resting on her large stomach, and her left one was fumbling through her purse. She finally found what she was searching for and looked up.

"Taylor!" she said.

"Hey, Gabi. Whatcha got there?"

Gabriella held out her closed left hand and dropped the item into Taylor's. "Go in the restroom and take this," she said to her best friend.

Taylor looked down at the package and her eyes widened. "A pregnancy test?"

"Yeah…you and Chad have…done it before, right?"

"Once!"

"Okay, so go take the test! I'll be waiting for you."

Knowing that she was defeated, Taylor sighed and walked into the bathroom. Truthfully, she had the feeling that Gabriella was probably right. She probably was pregnant.

She read the directions carefully. When she was done, she took the stick out of the box and peed on it. She had to wait for the results, and while she waited, she grew more and more anxious; more and more worried. It was the longest fifteen minutes of her life, or so she thought.

When the timer went off, she looked down at the little stick that could possibly change her life forever…

Sorry to leave you with a cliffhanger, but I have to go now. I promise I'll have more later!