"So, Sarah's coming over around seven tonight," T.J. announced to Troy. It was a Saturday afternoon, and only hours remained between the current time and the time of the senior prom at East High.

"Okay," Troy, who was playing Uno was Colby, acknowledged. "What time does prom start, eight?"

"Yeah. I thought we would leave around seven-thirty, just to make sure we get to Lava Springs in time." Lava Springs was the most popular location for Albuquerque proms. Owned by Will and Laura Evans, Sharpay and Ryan's parents, that location was easy to make reservations at, and the stream that was on the property made it a beautiful place to host formal events.

"Sounds good. That way Mom and I will have half an hour to get pictures."

"Where are we doing pictures?"

Troy shrugged. "I don't know. You would have to ask Mom."

"Uno!" Colby shouted, proudly holding his final card up in the air.

"Okay." With that, T.J. began heading upstairs to make sure everything was ready for that night.

"Daddy," Carly began as she entered the room holding a brush and a hair tie. "Can you put my hair in a ponytail?"

"Daddy doesn't know how to do hair," said Troy. "I always mess something up. Why don't you go ask Mommy or Juliet?"

"But Mommy's getting ready to leave and Juliet's working on a school project."

"Mommy's leaving? Where's she going?"

Carly shrugged. "I don't know. But she's taking Gabe and Courtney with her."

"Oh," spoke Troy slowly as he nodded in understanding. He'd forgotten that Gabriella had made a doctor's appointment for Courtney and offered to go with her. After some thinking, Gabe had decided to go along as well.

"I win!" exclaimed Colby, slamming his last card down on the pile and holding his arms up in the air.

Troy pretended to be upset, causing his son to laugh. He then turned his attention back to Carly. "Well, I can try, but it probably won't look good. Why do you need it in a ponytail?"

"For ballet practice. Remember?"

Troy let out an inward groan. Carly's group was rehearsing their part in the spring performance from two-thirty to three. "Who's taking you?"

"Grandma Montez," came Carly's response.

"Wait, Grandma's taking you?"

Carly nodded. "That's what Mommy said. Why? Were you gonna take me?"

"I could." Troy held out his hand to take the hairbrush and from Carly.

Just then, the phone rang.

"Hold on, sweetheart." Standing up, Troy walked into the kitchen and, seeing that Eli's cell number was displayed on the caller ID, picked up the phone. "Hey, what's up?"

"Well, I'm at the emergency room with Daniel," Eli responded.

"What? Why?" Troy's tone was urgent.

"He hurt his leg sliding home from third base," explained Eli. "I was just standing by the bleachers hanging out with Brian for a little bit before I came home, and I saw it happen. They were practicing running the bases, and all of a sudden, I heard all this noise, so I looked over and the coach was helping Daniel up. Then he brought him over to me and said I should take him to the emergency room to get an x-ray as soon as possible."

Troy let out a sigh. "I'll be over soon, okay?"

"You don't have to come. I think we'll be okay by ourselves."

"Yeah, but if something's broken, the doctors are gonna want parental consent to put a cast on and stuff. And Mom's taking Courtney to the doctor's now, so-"

"Wait, is she seeing the doctor at the hospital?"

"No, just at the office. She's not getting an ultra sound or anything today."

"Okay. Well, I'll see you in a little bit, Dad. Bye."

"Who's on the phone?" inquired Gabriella in a whisper as she entered the room, Gabe and Courtney close behind. Her purse was slung over her shoulder and her car keys were in her hand, indicating that she was about to leave.

"Bye," Troy told his son before pressing to end the call. Setting the phone down, he looked at Gabriella and said, "That was Eli. Daniel's at the hospital."

"Why is he there? What happened?" Fear was evident in Gabriella's voice.

Troy ran a hand through his hair. "He hurt his leg at baseball practice and the coach thought he needed an x-ray."

"My poor baby," murmured Gabriella. "I have to see him."

"I thought you had to take Courtney to the doctor's."

"It's okay, Mrs. Bolton," Courtney interrupted. "Gabe can drive me. You should go see Daniel."

Turning around, Gabriella let out a deep sigh. "Are you sure?"

"I'm positive," assured Courtney.

"Alright, then. Here you go, Gabe." Gabriella handed her son the keys. "I'll take Dad's car. Be careful driving, though."

Ignoring his mother's warning, Gabe willingly took the keys and started toward the front door. Courtney followed him.

"Daddy!" shouted Carly from the living room. "Are you doing my hair or not? Grandma's gonna be here soon!" She ran to the window and, glancing out, saw Maria's car pull into the driveway. "Wait, she's here now! Daddy!"

"I'll do her hair," Gabriella said firmly before Troy could respond. "It won't take me that long. You let my mom in and then find your keys. Did you wanna come see Daniel, too? Oh, wait, never mind...someone has to watch Jordyn and the other kids are busy."

Ding dong!

"Grandma's at the door!" Carly yelled, dashing over to the door. Twisting the doorknob, she opened it.

Troy and Gabriella both hurried into the living room.

"Hi, Mom," greeted Gabriella as Maria stepped inside. She then turned her attention to Carly and told her, "Come here, honey. Let me quick do your hair."

Troy gave Maria a brief welcome before saying, "I'll go get the keys for you, okay?"

"Okay." Gabriella didn't even look up at her husband as she spoke, Instead, she just rapidly brushed through Carly's dirty blonde curls and pulled them back into a high ponytail, which she secured with a hair tie. "Alright, sweetie. There you go."

"Thanks, Mommy. Bye." Carly hugged Gabriella.

"Bye, Carly." Gabriella returned her daughter's embrace, then brought her eyes up to Maria. "Mom, Eli just called and Daniel's in the E.R. He hurt his leg in baseball practice. I'm gonna go see him as soon as Troy brings me the keys. As far as I know, Troy or at least one of the kids will be here when you bring Carly back, but if for some reason we all end up at the hospital, I'll call you."

"Did you just say Daniel was in the E.R.?"

Gabriella nodded.

"I hope he's okay," Maria remarked in a concerned tone. "Call and let me know later, alright?"

"I will," promised Gabriella.

Just then, Troy appeared, keys in his hand. "Here." He handed them to his wife, then kissed her lips. "I'll see you soon. Call me as soon as you find out how bad it is."

Gabriella nodded in acknowledgement, then went out the door after Maria and Carly. "Bye!" she called back.

"Bye, sweetheart," returned Troy.


Upon walking into the emergency room, Gabriella instantly caught sight of Daniel and Eli. Daniel was seated on one chair with his injured leg held out straight across a second chair that was in front of him. Eli was beside him looking at his cell phone, most likely trying to figure out how much longer it would be until his brother got called back.

"Still waiting?" Gabriella said as she approached her sons.

At the sound of Gabriella's voice, Eli lifted his head. "Yup," he replied. "We checked in about twenty minutes ago. I was hoping someone would've called him back by now." He paused to think for a moment. "Wait, I thought Dad was coming? I mean, not that I don't want you here, but..."

"He was, but then Gabe and Courtney decided they would be alright going to the doctor's by themselves and I was really worried about Daniel, so I came and left Dad to watch Jordyn," Gabriella explained. Then, turning her attention toward Daniel, she asked, "How much does it hurt?"

"A lot," moaned Daniel. "I feel like someone stuck a knife through me."

"Let me see." Gently, Gabriella rolled up the leg of Daniel's baseball pants, revealing a whole area of swollen, bruised skin on his lower leg. "You need to get at least ice on that," she remarked. "I can't believe they made you wait this long without giving you even that...or even some Tylenol."

"You don't...you don't think it's broken, do you?" Daniel brought his eyes up to his mother's.

Gabriella's heart broke at the look of sadness on her son's face. She knew he was worried about having to miss a quarter of the baseball season, which would happen if a bone was broken. "I hate to tell you this, but it doesn't look good." She shook her head slowly.

Daniel looked down at his lap and didn't utter another word.

Taking the vacant seat beside Daniel, Gabriella rummaged through her purse. "I thought I had a bottle of Tylenol in here," she said to herself. "But maybe I used it all up. Oh, why can't I have it at the time I need it the most? It always works this way."

"Catherine Hayes," a nurse who had just walked into the room called out.

"Well, that's not him," Eli muttered. Normally, he was a patient person, but at the moment, he was getting anxious for someone to help his brother.

"Let me go see if I can get an ice pack or something." Gabriella rose from her seat. "I'll be right back." Walking over to the check-in desk, she politely said, "Excuse me, but could I have some ice for my son? His leg is really bad and it seems like we're going to be waiting a while for it to be looked at."

"Do we look like we have time to do anything?" snapped the woman behind the desk. "There's about fifteen people waiting for a doctor, most of them who are worse off than your son. If it's just his leg and he wasn't taken back immediately, he'll live."

"But it looks like it could be broken," Gabriella pressed. "And he's in a lot of pain."

"Well, he'll just have to wait his turn, won't he? Now move out of the way. You're taking up time other people who need to actually check in for a real emergency could be using." The woman motioned for Gabriella to leave. Under her breath, she added, "Ugh, dealing with pregnant women is the worst."

Well, that wasn't necessary, Gabriella thought to herself as she made her way back to Daniel and Eli. The emergency room staff can be so cold toward people sometimes.

"They wouldn't give him anything?" guessed Eli.

"No. Apparently he's just supposed to suffer and wait his turn." Annoyance was heavy in Gabriella's tone.

"How much longer do you think it's gonna be?" Daniel mumbled, resting his forehead on the palm of his hand.

"I hope not much longer," sighed Gabriella. "Eli, how many people were in here when you first checked in?"

"Hmm...maybe about six?" Eli guessed. "I didn't pay much attention, though, because I was mostly worried about getting Daniel signed in. But I know that the man that's sitting across the room has been here since we came." He pointed to a middle-aged man who was sitting beside a woman that appeared to be his wife.

"I guess that's at least one person that's ahead of Daniel," Gabriella concluded. As soon as she finished speaking, her cell phone rang. "Oh, that's probably either Dad or Grandma." Picking up her purse, she pulled out her phone and, noting it was Troy, pressed to answer the call. "Hey, honey."

"Hey, baby girl. How's everything going? Did Daniel get his leg looked at yet?" Troy queried urgently.

"No. They won't even give us an ice pack for him to put on it while we're waiting. And this is the one time I don't have Tylenol with me, so I can't give him any of that..."

"How long has he been waiting?"

"Probably by now about half an hour to forty-five minutes. I understand that there's probably bigger emergencies, like people that were in car accidents and stuff, but I just wish they would at least give him some ice until they can take him back."

"Yeah, I think they should," agreed Troy.

"So, is everything going okay at home?"

"Well, Jordyn peed in her pants, but other than that, everything's fine." Troy and Gabriella had started potty training their youngest daughter two months ago and naturally, she had accidents sometimes.

"Well, she was wearing a Pull-Up, so it's not really that bad. Did you tell her to let you know next time she has to go?"

"Yeah," answered Troy.

"Okay. Make sure you ask her every so often. And watch for when she starts jumping around and stuff. That means she has to go."

"I know, sweetie. We've gone through this with eight other kids. I can handle it."

"I didn't think you couldn't, but I was just making sure. You know how I worry about the kids."

"Yeah." Troy paused. "Well, I'll let you go. Call me when something happens, unless I call you first. Love you."

"Love you, too. Bye."

"Bye."

Gabriella put her phone away, then said, "That was Dad. He was just wondering what was going on here."

"How much longer will it be?" Daniel muttered impatiently, ignoring his mother's statement.

"I don't know, buddy. I hope it'll be soon." Gabriella looked at the watch she was wearing. "It's almost three...and Sarah's coming over at seven so we can get some prom pictures with her and T.J. before they leave..." She let out an inward groan. What a day. "But if we're still here then, I'll just have to miss pictures." She really hated the thought of missing out on being there for the pictures of the first senior prom of any of her kids, but she knew that if Daniel was still in the hospital in a few hours, she would need to stay with him.

Daniel sighed. "Is there any way I could get a drink of water?"

"Yeah. I'll go to the vending machine in the lobby and get you a water bottle. Eli, do you want anything?"

"Could I have a bag of chips or something? I haven't eaten since breakfast," came Eli's response.

"Yeah, you can have that. Daniel, do you want any food or just water?" Gabriella began searching through her purse for her wallet, which had sunk to the bottom.

"Just water," Daniel replied.

"Okay. I'll be back in a few minutes. If they call you back in the meantime, I'll just ask for the room number they put you in and go see you there." Standing up, Gabriella exited the room and headed toward the lobby. After getting water for Daniel, chips for Eli, and a chocolate bar for herself (chocolate was one of the things she always seemed to have cravings for whist pregnant), she returned to her children. "Here you go." She handed each of them the item they had asked for, then sat down in her seat to wait for Daniel's name to be called.


"Daniel Bolton," a nurse spoke.

"Finally," Daniel muttered under his breath. An hour had passed since Gabriella had come back from the vending machine, making the total wait time nearly two hours. He struggled to stand up. However, he couldn't.

"Would you like me to bring in a wheelchair?" asked the nurse.

Gabriella thought for a second. "That might be best," she decided.

"Okay. I'll be back in a second." The nurse disappeared around the corner, then reappeared a minute later with a wheelchair. She and Gabriella helped Daniel into it, then she wheeled him to a room, where he got into the bed with minimum difficulty.

"Alright, Daniel. So first of all, my name is Miranda and I'll be your nurse. Now I'm just gonna take this paper bracelet and put it on your wrist-it just has your name and birthday and such-and then I'll get you some pain killers and ice to hold you over until the doctor can come in and have a look at you." Miranda put the bracelet on Daniel, then walked out of the room. Five minutes later, she came back with pills, a cup of water, and a large pack of ice wrapped in a towel. Placing the ice on Daniel's leg, and handed him the water and pills. "Here you go," she smiled.

Daniel eagerly swallowed the pills.

"So, could I get you anything else?"

Daniel shook his head.

"Okay." Miranda turned toward Gabriella. "And are you his mom?"

"Yes," Gabriella answered. "And this is his brother." She motioned toward Eli.

"Do you guys want me to bring in any chairs for you to sit in?"

"I'm okay," Gabriella replied. "What about you, Eli?"

"I can stand," shrugged Eli.

"You sure?" Miranda checked.

"Yeah," confirmed Gabriella.

"Okay. Well then I'll go and check to see if there's a doctor available. I know Dr. Walker was just finishing up with someone when I took Daniel back, so he might be free by now." Miranda left the room again. But this time when she returned, a tall man who looked about fifty and wore a white coat and glasses was with her.

"Hello. I'm Dr. Walker," the doctor greeted. "And this is...Daniel, correct?"

Daniel nodded.

"Okay, son, so..." Dr. Walker pulled a chair with wheels from the corner and, sitting down on it, slid over to the side of the bed. "I just have a couple quick questions for you and they we'll get you to the x-ray room." He grabbed a paper from the table that was normally used for patients to put their food on and, reaching into the pocket of his coat, took a pen between two of his fingers. "Alright, first of all, how did this happen?"

"I was sliding home in baseball practice and I kind of tripped as I was sliding and landed in an uncomfortable position. I tried to get up, but I couldn't."

"Okay. And where exactly does it hurt? Is it just on the part that I see is all bruised or is it your whole leg?"

"Just my lower leg...where the bruises are," came Daniel's response.

"Okay. Now just one more. On a scale of one to ten, how bad does it hurt?"

"I would say um...maybe a seven."

"Okay." Dr. Walker set his paper and pen down. "Now let's get you to the x-ray room. Miranda, could you help me get him back in the wheelchair?"

Quickly, Miranda made her way over to Daniel and took the ice pack off his leg. She then assisted the doctor in getting him into the wheelchair.

"He'll be back in about ten minutes," Dr. Walker told Gabriella. "You can just wait in here, or you can come in the waiting area for the x-ray room."

"We'll wait here," Gabriella decided. When Daniel was out of the room, she pulled her phone from her purse. "I'm gonna call Dad," she told Eli.

"Okay," Eli acknowledged.

Gabriella pushed to call home, then put the phone to her ear. "Hey," she greeted when she heard Troy pick up. "Daniel just got taken back for an x-ray now. Eli and I are waiting for him to come back."

"He just got taken? It's been two hours!" Troy exclaimed.

"I know," sighed Gabriella, pushing a stray piece of hair behind her ear.

"How much longer do you think you'll be?" inquired Troy.

"I don't know. It's hard to tell. It could probably be anywhere from another hour to another three hours."

"Do you want me to start dinner? It's after four and Colby's complaining that he's hungry."

"Don't bother making a whole dinner tonight," Gabriella said. "Just let the kids make sandwiches or something. I mean, Karina's at Isabelle's house, Eli and Daniel are both here with me, and T.J.'s gonna be busy getting ready for tonight."

"Okay."

"Or you can order a pizza or something if the kids would rather have that."

"Alright." Troy paused. "Do you think you'll be back in time to get pictures of T.J. and Sarah before they leave?"

"I hope so," came Gabriella's simple reply. "I really hope so. I'll call in a little bit to update you on what's going on. Oh, and did Carly get home from ballet practice and everything?"

"Yeah, and your mom's here helping me out now."

"Okay. Tell her I said thank you for that."

"I will. And I guess I'll hear from you sometime soon."

"Yeah," agreed Gabriella. "Love you."

"Love you, too, sweetheart. Bye."

"Bye." Gabriella hung up and put her phone back in her purse.

A little while later, Dr. Walker and brought Daniel back into the room. "Okay, so the bad news is his leg is broken. The good news is it's not as bad as it could be, but he'll still need a cast."

"Will you put that on now?" queried Gabriella.

"Yes," Dr. Walker answered. "I just need to step out for a minute and get the supplies I need and then I'll start on it right away." He turned around and disappeared through the doorway.

"Is your leg feeling any better after the medicine you took?" Gabriella asked Daniel.

"Slightly. It still hurts pretty much, though." Daniel paused. "I was really hoping it wasn't broken. That's the worse thing that could happen right now with baseball going on."

"I know," Gabriella responded sympathetically.

The room then grew silent until the doctor returned. "What color cast do you want?" he inquired, holding out the cardboard box of different colored wraps for the cast.

"Red," came Daniel's instant response. Even if he couldn't play baseball, he would still support the Leopards. That was the name of the middle school baseball team. All the middle schools in East Albuquerque School District had wildcat names for their teams. Then once it came to the high school, the team was just simply the Wildcats. However, all the schools in the district used red and white as their colors.

"Is that to go with your baseball colors?" Dr. Walker guessed, noting the red and white uniform Daniel was wearing. They hadn't bothered to make him put on a hospital gown because it would be too difficult with his injury and his pants could be rolled up above his knee to see the bruised area of his leg.

"Yeah."

As the doctor put Daniel's cast on, he talked to him about his baseball team. When he finished, he said, "Now I have some instructions for you." He turned to look at Gabriella. "And you can listen, too."

"Okay." Gabriella moved closer to her son and the doctor.

"This cast will be on for six weeks, and at the end of six weeks, you'll have to come back and get it taken off. I don't like the idea of people trying to take it off at home. It's just time consuming and since the bone is still sore then, you could actually hurt it getting the cast off yourself. So if you want, you can schedule an appointment for that today, or you can call in a couple weeks. But either way, you have to come in to get it off. And then also, you can't get the cast wet. When you shower, you'll have to put a plastic bag over it, and other than a shower, going in water is strongly discouraged."

"When can I go back to baseball?" Daniel asked urgently.

"In about two months. In addition to the six weeks of wearing the cast, you'll also need two more weeks to kind of get your leg used to movement again because you'll need to be on crutches from now until you get the cast off. Before you go, I'll grab you a pair and show you how to use them."

"Two months?" repeated Daniel.

"Look on the bright side. You'll be better long before the playoffs," Gabriella optimized.

"I know. It's just disappointing." Daniel sighed.

"I know it is," Dr. Walker interjected sympathetically. "But it's for the best. If you play baseball any sooner, you could get hurt even worse."

Daniel was silent.

"And the last piece of advice is to stay off the leg as much as possible. The crutches are for if you have to walk, but it would be best not to walk around when it's not necessary," Dr. Walker continued. "Now, are there any questions?"

"No," Daniel spoke.

"I don't think so," Gabriella answered.

"Okay. Well then, here's a paper with all the information I just told you, and now I'll go get some crutches and show Daniel how to use them." As the doctor spoke, he handed a sheet of paper to Gabriella before leaving the room.

"I'm gonna go out in the hall and call Dad quick," Gabriella announced. She put the paper in her purse and took her phone out, then stepped out the door.

"Hey," came Troy's voice through the speaker.

"Hey," returned Gabriella. "We're almost done. Daniel's leg was broken, so he just got a cast put on and now the doctor has to show him how to use crutches and then we'll be able to leave."

"That was quick," remarked Troy.

"Yeah, after he got taken back. The long part was sitting in the waiting room."

"That's what I hate about the E.R.," sighed Troy. When Gabe was younger, he had hurt his ankle playing basketball and it had seemed like it could've been broken, so Troy and Gabriella had taken him to the emergency room. It turned out he had only badly sprained it, but the time they had to wait for him to be called back had been incredibly long.

"I know." Gabriella paused. "Well, we'll be home soon. Love you."

"Love you, too. Bye."

"Bye." Gabriella put her phone away, then stepped back into Daniel's room to wait until he was ready to go.


That evening, Troy and Gabriella stepped outside with T.J. and Sarah, a camera in Gabriella's hand. It was a little after seven, which left plenty of time for pictures before the two seniors had to leave for their prom.

"Alright. Why don't you two go stand by that tree over there?" suggested Gabriella, pointing to the large oak tree that was in the front yard.

"Okay," T.J. responded. Taking Sarah's hand, he led her to the tree, then wrapped his arm around her waist and smiled.

"Aww, gorgeous," Gabriella remarked, snapping a photo. "Now, how about you face each other, hold hands, look at one another, and smile."

T.J. and Sarah did as Gabriella instructed.

"Perfect." Gabriella took in the scene for a minute. It was truly beautiful with Sarah's long, teal gown just brushing the grass beneath her and the way T.J. looked at her. Brushing a tear from her eye, she took a picture. About ten more were then taken before the time allowed for photographs was up.

"Alright. Bye, Mom. Bye, Dad. I'll see you later," T.J. said.

"Bye," Troy and Gabriella both returned. "Have fun." Troy then laced Gabriella's fingers with his and led her to the porch, where they watched T.J. back out of the driveway and pull out onto the road.

"My baby," breathed Gabriella, tears dripping down her cheeks. "I...I feel like it was just yesterday that I held him for the first time in the hospital. But now he's going to prom...and he's graduating high school soon..."

Embracing Gabriella, Troy pressed his lips to the top of her head. "I know. I know it's hard for you to let go. It's hard for me, too. But just think...when he graduates, we can say that we successfully raised one of our children...and we have nine more to go."

"I...I know. It's just that...everything's going by too fast. T.J.'s about to finish high school, Gabe's girlfriend is having our first grandchild...I feel so old." She smiled through her tears and looked up into Troy's eyes.

"Well think of it this way. You're not getting old alone. I'll be getting old with you. I remember when we first got engaged, we would talk about being with each other forever and growing old together...watching our kids and grandkids grow up..."

"I know...it's just that the part where our kids grow up is happening faster than I would like it to."

"I agree." Troy sighed. "I mean, after Eli and Gabe have their turn graduating next year, Juliet will be the next in line, and I can't see myself letting my first daughter go off to prom with some guy that could break her heart. And then when I have to walk her down the aisle and give her away at her wedding...I don't think I'm ready for that. I mean, not that I'm not upset about the boys growing up, I just feel more protective over my girls." He paused. "But we have to remember what my mom said at Christmas."

"You mean when she said that even though the kids are growing up, that doesn't change that they're our babies?"

Troy nodded.

"Yeah." Gabriella let out a deep sigh before looking over the horizon. "The sunset's beautiful," she murmured, studying the beautiful colors that were slowly moving away for the night.

"It is." Troy gazed into Gabriella's eyes. "Just like you."

Gabriella rested her cheek on Troy's shoulder. "I remember doing this when we were newlyweds...just watching the sunset together night after night..."

"Yeah." Troy let out a contented sigh. "And I also remember something else we used to do night after night." He winked.

"You mean...sex?"

Troy nodded. "Yeah."

Gabriella suppressed a moan at the sudden desire to make love to Troy. Being pregnant was certainly the worst thing for hormones. "You know, maybe we should have a newlywed night tonight."

"Yeah. We should." Troy smirked. "But after the kids go to bed."


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