Hi all. First of all I would like to thank all of you that reviewed chapter three. It included the controversial issue of homosexuality in young people and it was a risky move that paid off and received great, positive support. I am not gay myself but I fully support the LGBT community worldwide and it made me so happy inside when I read your comments on how you all thought about Rory being gay was an interesting and thoughtful .I have thank you all for your support to the community that you showed by simply understanding. So here's chapter 4. I hope you will enjoy it.
Don't judge, stay awesome and enjoy!

Usually the bliss the follows the birth of a child last for the eighteen and a bit years the it takes for the child to grow up and move out to college or to start the lives as adults, for a better way to phrase it. And by usually I mean hopefully. Unfortunately it rarely does. For many parents the first bump or health problem in the children cut the time of unbelievable happiness; however for Troy and Gabriella Bolton they saw these occurrences of the occasional bout of flu or even more rarely chickenpox as just a little speed bump in the highway. Well that's what they say they believed.

The Bolton Thirteen were known worldwide as one of the most reported families in the USA, whether it be the annual photo shoot and article at people magazine or the outrageous articles in mothers magazines claiming that there was no way fifteen people under one single roof could get along as chipped as the Bolton family did. Yet the general opinion of the Bolton family was positive. You would ask a person living in a state far away from the New Mexico they resided in about the family and responses would keep to the general: oh yes, beautiful children. Despite their popularity and status both parents still worked full time jobs and no member had ever been harassed for information. It was like they were normal. But when Elinor Bolton was spotted entering four months after she initially left for good, it got slightly busier.

Gabriella huffed loudly as the door leading to the garage slammed shut behind her husband. Turning around to face said husband, her distorted expression altered into the soft gaze of a mother in love. She spied as Troy nuzzled Ellie's capped forehead with his nose as he bounced her slightly in her baby carrier. The baby then made a soft yawning noise and the followed by laying her head on her father's cotton covered, warm chest. Closing her eyes, it became clear that the toll of the previous hospital examination had finally hit the tiny baby.

Pushing herself off of the dinner table, Gabriella walked over to the duo. "Here, let me take her up to bed," she insisted holding her arms out.

"No way. You Mrs Bolton are going straight to our bedroom to get ready for the dinner reservation I made two hours ago at Baylor's," Troy countered back, placing his large palm over the back of his daughter's head to reinforce his statement.

"What?"

"You, me, Zeke's fabulous cuisine, quiet and time for us to relax. We need some time alone and you need some time to wind down and stop worrying." He insisted further.

"Troy Bolton, you never cease to amaze me. I love you!" this was when the first carefree smile graced Mrs Bolton's features for the past week. Quickly rushing up the stairs- but not after giving Seb a kiss on the cheek as she passed him on them- Gabriella ran into the master bedroom. Chuckling gently at his wife's enthusiasm, Troy followed her up the staircase and turned in the opposite direction into the nursery. Tentatively unstrapping the baby carrier and laying Ellie on the changing table, he pried the white and pink pinstriped baby cap from the head. A look of pain passed across his face and he whispered his worries as he glanced at the bandages coving her small ears.

"Ah sweetheart, you probably can't hear me right now, but I promise you daddy's going to fix this. I will do everything in my power to make sure you can hear all the beautiful music in this house." Picking her up and placing her in the crib, he glanced over his shoulder a final time and flicked the lights out.

Meanwhile, a floor above in the smallest bedroom in the Bolton's extensive home, Toni stood in front of his laptop holding four shirts to his chest- in the view of his webcam- dressed in just a muscle tee and a pair of old sweats. Scott's face could be seen on the computer's screen and his eyebrow arched as his eyes analysed the clothes before him. It may seem a bit desperate but Toni really had no idea what he was doing. Sure he was good with romantic words and romantic gestures however when it came to fashion he had no idea what so ever. Henceforth his new fashionista friend was currently giving him advice via a Skype chat. "Okay then, I'm thinking simple yet crisp. Let's start with the white but keep the blue, just in case." Scott nodded at the shirt hanging furthest to the left.

"Dude, I can't thank you enough for this. I've been stressing out all day about what to wear and you've literally become my fairy godmother, you know, without the pumpkin of course. I owe you one." Toni smiled into the camera as he pulled the shirt onto his torso. "What about pants?" he asked, not looking up from the buttons he was buttoning.

"Slacks, black if you have them." He stated immediately, shaking his head. This boy really is clueless."Now roll the sleeves up to your elbows. Trust me, with arms like yours you should be showing them off."

"How do you know how to accentuate these babies, puny boy?" Toni joke half heartedly.

"You must have forgotten, my boyfriend is also a swimmer with biceps that could definitely rival yours, thank you very much Mr Bolton!" he replied back with his bitch please look on his face.

A knock was then heard as Toni's bedroom door, sending his apologies to Scott, Toni stood from the chair he had fell into in their joking turning his back to the camera to open the door. Troy Bolton frowned at his son's dress: white dress shirt and sweats. "Looking a bit weird son! Anyway I really need you to do me a favour, your mom and I just got back from the hospital with Ellie and I thought it would be nice to take mom out for dinner tonight. You okay to run the fort for a couple of hours?" he asked.

Laughing at his father's joke, "You're joking right?" From his dad's confused look, he wasn't. "April 30th doesn't ring any bells what so ever?" No change. "My anniversary with Niki, in particular our dinner is tonight. I can't just cancel now; I'm going over to the Danforth's to pick her up in twenty minutes plus I've had this night planned for weeks dad. Weeks."

Hearing the desperation in his son's voice, Troy was tied. Suddenly a small cough could be heard from the laptop speakers. "If I may Mr Bolton. I am fully aware of the situation that you're in. Gabriella's obviously raiding her closet right now for the perfect thing to wear and you do not want to disappoint her or your son. Yet you clearly don't fully trust your fifteen year old daughter on her own with the rest of your children." Scott put into the conversation.

Turning to his son with a baffled expression he asked, "How the hell does he do that?"

With an equally stunned expression Toni replied, "Magic".

In five minutes it was settled, in twenty minutes Scott would arrive at the Bolton household. He would babysit until the last couple arrived home. Just before Troy left the room and the boys were about to hang up, Toni remembered something, "Wait, what..." he started.

"The waistcoat and the black Balmorals should do the trick," Scott said calmly before clicking the end call button. Grinning at the now blank computer screen Toni shut his laptop and finished getting ready.

"Alright then, rule number one listen to Scott and do what he says." Troy commanded to the nine children in front of them. "Rule number two if any of the triplets wake up whilst we're out please help Scott calm whoever it is down before they wake the others. And finally, rule number three; go to bed on time!" He stopped pacing and followed by kissing each on the forehead before turning to his wife. "Ready?"

"Sure, I'll drive" Gabriella insisted. Starting out to the door, the two eager parents were halted by a rushing body hastily opening the front door. "Antonio James Bolton!" the mother scolded.

"Sorry mom, but I'm running really late. I'll be home before eleven and is it still alright if Niki stays over?" her son rambled, fumbling with the keys to Troy's old truck. Shaking her head at his nervousness, Gabriella stepped down the porch to her son. Covering his hands with hers, Gabriella stopped his scrabbling. Straightening his pea coat and pushing his hair from his eyes, she gave her son a knowing smile.

"You look very handsome baby; I hope your date goes well. And you know the rules..." Gabriella started.

"Door open, I know Mami. And thanks, have a good date with dad!" he replied with a subtle eye roll that didn't go unnoticed. Sliding into the driver's seat, Toni started the ignition and backed out of the drive way.

Troy and Gabriella had left the house for no longer than thirty seconds and Scott already found him pulled between five youngest children who were lined in front of him when they met for the second time. His attention was quickly drawn to the tug on the scarf he had draped around his neck. Harry's brown eyes were searching his as he continued to pull on the fabric. Once the gaze had been locked for some time, the toddler reached up his arms signifying his wished to be carried. Scott looked questionably at Sarah, his cohort for the night.

Giving the boy a nod, Sarah watched curiously as the new acquaintance picked up Harry and rested him on his hip. The girl had to admit she'd been wary on the idea of a babysitter outside the family. Especially when her parents mentioned that they'd only known Scott Anderson through the emails and Skype chats he had shared with Toni. However when she saw said new babysitter whisper something into her little brother's ear, eliciting giggle from the boy, those thoughts were pushed back into her mind, still there but not worrying her.

Scott was surprised with his reaction to the three year olds wishes. He didn't think about it, he just abided to what he wanted, unable to say no to his adorable expression. After a little joke about how crazy Toni was, Scott started the grand tour of the massive house. His own personal tour guide, the little boy in his arms. Walking into the living room, Scott scanned the three couches and the vast array of movies stored under the television. Harry then insisted on showing him all his favourites, from the obvious animated Disney movies to the surprising number of musicals in the mix. He was particularly perplexed when the three year old told him that Singing in the Rain was his favourite movie ever because it simply made him happy.

The tour continued, and Scott had the pleasure of visiting every room in the house including the mundane utility room and the blush inducing parent's bedroom. They'd finally reached the last floor of the house and at this point Scott's favourite room had to be the family room so far. It was on the ground floor and the one wall was made of complete glass, leading into the garden. He was sure that during the day, it would allow the sunlight to hit the beautiful family portrait on the opposite wall and the grand piano in the corner. At that point Matthew, Harry's twin, had joined them and stated that "Toni's, always in here with the babies!" his brother would then follow with, "Yeah, he sits them on the top of the piano and plays to them every Saturday morning!" God, could Antonio Bolton get any more perfect, the bloody swine. Scott joked with himself. His question was soon disproved when he looked into the teenager's bomb site of a bedroom.

The final stop on the tour was, conveniently, the twins' bedroom. As the three of them stepped through the threshold, Matt asked to look at his watch. Agreeing and watching bemusedly as the boy seemingly read the time despite his young age. "It's our bedtime" he announced after letting go of Scott's wrist.

"If you insist." Scott said. In twenty minutes Scott had managed to have them with their teeth brushed and dressed in their pyjamas. Smiling at their choice of sleep ware (Harry decided on his tractor pyjamas, whilst Matt chose a simple navy and white striped onsie to sleep in) he sat down in between their two beds and chatted with them until the eyelids began to droop. Just as the conversation turned to the subject of racing cars, Scott realised the last sentence he spoke wasn't heard by awake ears. Double checking that both toddlers were tucked in comfortably, Scott walked out of the room, but not before making sure the door was slightly ajar, illuminating Matt's side of the bedroom.

"But, Sarah, Toni said that Niki is staying over tonight and I want to see her when they get back!" the little boy whined to his sister, accentuating his point by resting his hands on his hips.

Sarah merely shook her head and picked him up anyway and flung him over her shoulders. "Charlie, the two of them aren't going to be home for hours. However, I am sure Niki will be more than happy to have a long chat with you in the morning." Nodding enthusiastically, Charlie ended his squirming and let his sister carry him up the stairs.

The two also resumed their chatting as they walked up the first flight of stairs. Nearly sending them toppling over, the two ran into Scott as he walked down from the twins bedroom. "Hi Scotty!" Charlie exclaimed. The four year old was undeterred by his sudden presence in their home, for he had previously sat in with the talks he and his oldest brother shared over the internet. He must admit that he thought Scott dressed a bit weirdly and his voice was rather like his own but he was funny and would join in when Charlie decided to tease his brother.

"I'm taking the terror to bed then I'll deal with Jonny in about half an hour!" Sarah stated to the older boy, in a very worker to employee like fashion. She started to climb the stairs again when Scott's surprisingly rough hands caught her arm and stopped her.

"No way Sarah, I want you to go to your room. Take a shower, relax a bit and once everybody else is in bed you and I are going to have a nice boy chat along with a cup of tea. Now hand over Mr. Diva to me and I'll make sure he goes to bed" the young man insisted, encouraging the transfer of the child from Sarah's arms to his.

Despite his insistence that he was definitely not tired, Charlie fell asleep within thirty seconds of his head hitting the pillow and as he walked back into the sitting room it hit him, with Sarah taking a well deserved break, he was alone with five of Toni's siblings and he had no idea what to do. To waste his time worrying, Scott patted down the pockets of his jeans to ensure the baby monitor to the nursery was still there. Another worry, he had very little experience with babies. Sure his step brother's little six month year old son had taken a particular shine to him when they visited during the Christmas break, but surely not all babies are like that.

Plopping himself between Erin and John on the couch, Scott sighed and ran a hand through his hair "Alright, what do you guys want to do?" he asked the faces looking at him. Receiving blank expressions from them Scott took charge. "Okay, well I want to get to know all of you so sit on the floor, we're playing 20 questions." Sliding off the couch easily and onto the floor, Scott sat down in between Jonny, again, on his right and to his left, where he expected Erin to sit, Sebastian. "You're not joining in Erin?" he asked turning to look at the girl still curled up on the sofa.

"Yeah, I'm just getting a glass of water from the kitchen, but start without me." She insisted, scuttling out of the room into the kitchen.

"Any way, I'll go first. What's your favourite colour?" he collectively asked the group. They all took in a breath to say the inevitable answer but before they could speak Scott interrupted, "Other than blue". Huffing it took a while before Lily started the answers with: "Yellow." Next Jonny admitted to green. Orange from Sebastian and red from Rory. Finally walking back into the room Erin stated "white".

The game continued for another thirty minutes. The current question was: "What do you want to be when you're older?" and they all were joking about Scott's answer. But he couldn't lie to them, when he grows up Scott Anderson wants to be a fashion designer or a writer for Vogue magazine. The laughter was cut off when the monitor in his pockets let out the sounds of gentle wails. Getting to his feet Scott began the walk upstairs to the nursery. As he drew nearer the cries grew louder and as the cries grew louder his nervousness grew greater.

Light pooled into the decently sized room as Scott pushed the door open. The boy immediately located the soft whimpers to the cot furthest from the door and he quickly strode over to it wanting the crying to stop because it was utterly heart breaking just hearing it. He found a long baby boy dressed in a green and white striped onsie kicking his legs about in his sheets. He hates to admit it but Scott instantaneously knew which one of the triplet the this one was, he had spent a lot of time fawning over the pictures that Gabriella had posted on her infamous blog when they were but only month old. His cautiously lifted the baby boy out of his crib and into his ready arms and began rocking him back and forth wishing the screaming to end.

Much to his dismay the infant did not cease his tears. He turned on the spot hoping the rocking sensation would be soothing to the child, as he did so, however, he noticed a neon green post-it on the cot he picked Joseph up from.

Joseph- hold him so he's resting on your chest with one hand on his bum and the other cradling his head. Hold him high so his head is on your neck. Rock him gently and I find that humming the theme tune to the Lord of the Rings usually helps to get him asleep as well.

Toni

Following the written orders, Scott bounced the baby up and down slightly whilst softly humming the song suggested. The results were almost instant, the baby's cries turned into whimpers as the song reached the end of its third repeat. Scott couldn't help but sigh happily at how adorable the little snuffling noises the infant made were. Many would find it odd how Mr Scott Uptight-neatfreak-cleanliness Anderson would allow a four month old baby wipe its runny mucus onto the bare skin of his neck, but when distracted by the cute noises he was making when doing so Scott really couldn't give a damn.

Placing him gently back into his cot and pulling the soft baby blankets over his body, Scott leant against the railings slightly letting his mind wonder for a few seconds. He wished Mark was there, his boyfriend always knew what to say in this type of situation and, as his mind wandered further, he couldn't push away the image of an older version of his boyfriend pacing a room similar to the one he was in now, only with their son or daughter in his soothing arms. He really couldn't believe his fortune sometimes. Two years ago Scott Anderson was a sixteen year old, gay high school student with nobody to hold his hand as he was jeered at and shove into inanimate objects in the school hallway. Now he had someone who could take his frustrated words and say something in return that would just make it infinitely better. Mark had found him in the North Albuquerque central library, after they bumped shoulders passing in opposite directions down the fantasy and sci-fi isle. He was breathtakingly handsome in his prep school uniform yet talked with such an easy going voice that he didn't seem as up himself as many privately educated boys were.

The two had hit it off instantaneously and after fifteen cups of coffee, numerous conversations about Wicked and an awkward encounter with a barista at a coffee house Scott had finally grown the balls to kiss the boy who now he was sure he wouldn't live without. The two remained in the schools they were enrolled when they met, Scott's mother could never afford the fees for the academy Mark was educated at, but now Scott had someone, a friend, a listener and a comforter. It was pure bliss.