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100 Years to Live
Chapter 3: I'm 33 For a Moment
By musiclover94
Recap…
"I love you too, Mrs. Bolton," Troy grinned. Sharpay lifted her head and gave him another kiss, with Troy running his hands through her hair and distant church bells ringing.
"Sharpie!" Troy called from the base of the stairs.
"In a minute!" she called.
Troy sighed. As expected, Sharpay was being meticulous about her appearance, though he thought she was beautiful with any look she threw on. He thought back to a morning a couple years ago, when they were engaged.
Flashback
Sharpay slumped downstairs, wearing baggy sweatpants, an old sweatshirt with paint encrusted on it. Her brown eyes were makeup free and had a weathered look about them.
"Hi Troy," she said sleepily.
"Hey beautiful," she said, smiling at her.
Sharpay laughed and looked at her reflection in the mirror. "Ugh, I'm so ugly," she groaned, turning around to look at herself at all angles.
Troy stood up and turned her around, looking into her tired eyes and saying with sincerity, "Sharpay Evans, you are beautiful, with whatever you put on."
Sharpay looked at him and then sighed and laid her head on his chest resignedly.
End Flashback
The present Sharpay sauntered down the grand staircase. She was decked out in a black bubble dress, her bump protruding heavily, and 4-inch Jimmy Choo heels. Her hair was in a side-pony tail with occasional pieces framing her glowing face.
"Hey Troyboy," she smirked, using the name he do detested, "hey, you used Sharpie, so I get to use Troyboy." She added, after seeing his reaction.
"Ready to go?" he asked, getting off the topic.
She flipped out her pocket mirror exaggeratedly, causing her husband to roll his eyes.
"Don't you care about what you look like?" she asked, noticing his reaction.
"Of course I do! Just not much as you do," he said.
She looked him down, smacking her lips appreciatively. "And my my, do you look fine!" she said, smiling.
"Without even trying." He gave a large bow and laughed. "But, really, we need to get going. It starts in eight minutes."
Sharpay gave herself one last look in the mirror. "I look like a mango," she whined.
"Wasn't it you that said pregnancy was a beautiful thing?" he asked, smiling.
"That was before I had cravings for every food known to mankind at obscene hours of the night or early morning," she grumbled, "But I love it all the same. I can't wait until we're a family of three!"
"Me too," Troy said, giving his wife a romantic kiss on the nose, so as to not mess up her perfected lipstick, thus spending another hour waiting dutifully at the stair. Evan after eleven years of marriage, kissing his true love made his heart skip a beat.
"Hello," Ryan said upon the couple entering the Evans residence.
"Hey Rybread," Sharpay said, using her name for him when they were young.
"Hey Ryan," Troy said, clapping him on the back.
"How are you?" he asked, "And where is Gabriella?"
No sooner had the words left his lips, Gabriella Evans skidded into the room, apparently having just run frantically from the basement.
"Hey guys! Those kids downstairs, they are a handful!" she said, smiling. She looked much older than her thirty-three year old self, probably weathered by her newborn twins Jema and Stephanie.
"So how are the kids, Gabi?" Sharpay asked, drinking a glass of water.
"Oh, they are fine. A bundle of neediness, but fine," she smiled again, pushing some of her dark hair back.
"So where's everyone else?" Troy asked, looking around the grand entrance room.
"In the parlor," Ryan said, walking toward it, everyone else following suit except Gabriella, who returned downstairs to tend to the many children.
"Hey Tay!" Sharpay exclaimed, hugging her friend. Taylor was accompanied by Chad, who's wild afro was the same as it had been during the East High days.
"Hey Chad," Troy said, man-hugging him.
"Hey, my brother!" Chad laughed, his eyes twinkling.
"How are you guys?" Sharpay asked, taking another sip of water.
"We're good," Taylor said, beaming.
"No kids yet?" Troy joked,
"Hey, it's not a crime to not have a bun in the oven. Eventually, though." Taylor said, hugging Chad, who put his arm around her.
"Hey!" Kelsi Cross had walked over to the group, her husband Jason not far behind her.
"Hi Kelsi!" they all said in unison.
"So how are you guys?" Jason asked.
"We're fine. Tired, but fine" Ryan said.
"We're good," Troy said.
"Same here," Taylor said.
"So how is the little one?" Sharpay asked.
"We got a babysitter, but she's fine," Kelsi said, smiling.
"That's gr-Sharpay?" Taylor stopped mid-sentence.
Troy spun around, nervous about Taylor's tone.
Sharpay was hunched over, her eyes closed in pain. She was breathing heavily.
"What's wrong?" Troy asked, terrified at his wife's state.
"Water broke…baby coming…" she breathed in between sharp contractions.
"'Bye guys," Troy said quickly, heading for the door with Sharpay.
"Are you crazy? We're coming with you!" Chad said. Ryan, Kelsi, Taylor, and Jason were all behind him.
Troy looked at all of them. He could hear his wife's sharp breathing behind him; there wasn't much time.
"Okay," he said, rushing to the door.
"PUSH!" a young nurse said, having to yell over Sharpay's shrieks of pain.
"I HATE YOU, TROY!" Sharpay roared, looking at her husband.
"I know," he said weakly, knowing it was just because of the torrential pain shooting through her body.
"One last push, miss!" another doctor said enthusiastically.
Sharpay gave Troy's hand a squeeze that cut off circulation to it. She screamed as another cry filled the air.
"It's a boy!" the nurse said, giving him to another doctor to clean.
Sharpay fell back against the pillows, drained and breathing heavily.
Troy gave her small hand a small squeeze, "We're a family of three now!" Sharpay smiled, closing her eyes.
"Here's your son, miss," the friendly nurse said, smiling as she handed over the cherub.
He was a mystery in a bundle. His eyes were closed, not yet telling if he had Sharpay's brown eyes or Troy's blue-gray orbs. Or one of each, like Kate Bosworth. His patch of hair was too miniscule and light to tell.
"What are we going to name him?" Sharpay asked, in between silent tears of joy.
"Hmm….something original," Troy said.
Sharpay thought for a moment, looking at her firstborn son intently.
"How about…Leslie?" she suggested.
"Nah, he would get teased to no ends. How about Gary?"
"That's good. Gary Wolf Bolton, I like it!" Sharpay said.
He had opened his eyes. And lo and behold, it was one blue-gray, one brown.
"It looks like we are going to gave a very original son," Troy smiled.
The door opened. Ryan, accompanied by Gabriella, Taylor and Chad, and Kelsi and Jason came in.
"How's the baby? Ryan called me a couple minutes ago to tell me to get over here," Gabriella said.
"He's fine," Sharpay said.
"What's his name?" Taylor asked.
"Gary Wolf Bolton," Troy said.
"And his eyes are…wow." Chad said, leaning in for a better look.
"One blue and one brown," Sharpay said.
"We'd better let you get some sleep," Kelsi said.
They all said goodnight and goodbye, leaving Troy and Sharpay alone.
"Are you okay?" Troy asked.
"Better than ever," Sharpay said and kissed him under the glow of the hospital light their son peacefully sleeping between them.
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