A/N: I know I have no excuse for the lateness, but I hope this chapter makes up for it!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these people, and I'm not affiliated with them or Disney in any way.
"You know that it was extremely dangerous of you to come this late to me," Dr. Becker reprimanded with a staunch expression. Tilting his head up from his tiny laptop, he peered up at the timid pair over his thin-rimmed glasses, scaring both a good amount.
"I-I know, Dr. Becker," Gabriella responded shakily. She felt Troy grip her waist reassuringly. "It's just that I didn't even know until not too long ago." Gabriella prayed he wouldn't ask when that was.
"Hmph," Dr. Becker mumbled. "Well, you do have an excuse. People are different and have different pregnancies, and it looks like you started showing later. Either way, you will need to pick up some vitamins at the drugstore. We'll take care of that in a few. Would you like to find out the sex of the baby?"
Gabriella looked up excitedly at Troy. "God, I'm dying to know."
"Yes?" Dr. Becker huffed, wearing that miserable frown he had been showcasing since the start of the appointment. "Alright, the next room over is where the ultrasound technician is waiting."
"Oh my God, Troy!" Gabriella yelped energetically, squeezing Troy's hand. "I can't wait to find out."
"Fifty that's it's a girl," Troy chuckled in her ear.
"You're on," Gabriella muttered, although believing herself that it was a girl.
Both of them turned out to be wrong.
"Congratulations," the ultrasound technician congratulated them. "You're having a boy."
"Wow," Gabriella breathed, knowing she would react that way either way. She and Troy stared in awe at the blurry figure on the black-and-white screen, her heart thudding in her chest. This was hers and Troy's.
"The baby's position is flipped," the black-haired technician explained.
Dr. Becker took a good at the screen before beginning to speak seriously, "We're going to have to monitor the position carefully, because right now he's breech. If he's not vertex by the time the birth rolls around, we've got to do a C-section."
Gabriella knew that there was a large chance that she'd have a C-section for the third time, despite the baby's position. Bennett and Jack had been premature, so this baby was most likely going to be premature, and so she'd have another guaranteed C-section.
"Wow, Gab," Troy breathed in marvel. He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead gently, his eyes alight. "That's amazing. A boy. Our boy."
Back at home, Troy and Gabriella were already thinking of names.
"What about Kevin?"
"Too common."
"Peter?"
"Eh."
"Riley?"
"I knew this kid named Riley once," said Gabriella dryly. "He was a pain in the ass."
"Okay, no Riley. What about Gregory?"
"No. It sounds like really strict."
"Tom?"
"And Jerry?"
"Okay, then. No Jerry."
Gabriella smiled at Troy. They were reclining on a sofa in the living room, and Troy was massaging Gabriella's awfully sore feet, making Gabriella sigh with pleasure every moment or so.
"Somehow I know we'll be fighting about names for a while," laughed Gabriella softly.
Troy agreed with a chuckle, "I know. But we're both picky with names. You pretty much nixed all the ones I liked most."
"Sorry, baby." Gabriella put on a fake guilty pout.
"It's okay." Troy paused and began to speak again in thought. "When are you telling Alessandra? About the pregnancy, I mean?"
Gabriella sighed loudly into the air, contemplating the dilemma on the spot.
"Tomorrow. I'll do it tomorrow."
"Yes?" Alessandra snapped impatiently, her eyes glued to her computer screen. "Gabriella, what are you here for? What did you want to tell me?"
"Um, Alessandra," Gabriella said nervously, her hands folded awkwardly behind her back. "I'm, uh, pregnant."
Alessandra suddenly glanced up at Gabriella, and her wrinkled face broke out into cynical laughter.
"Oh, Gabriella! Don't you think I already knew?" Alessandra replied in amusement. "I mean, look at yourself. It's not too hard to tell."
Gabriella wasn't sure if that was a true insult or not. She squirmed sheepishly in her rigid stance before Alessandra's desk.
"Well, I just wanted to let you know. I wasn't sure—"
"—When you reach seven months, I'll let you go. You do need your rest," sighed Alessandra, as if she were disappointed that this was true. She took a small sip of deep-colored wine from a fragile glass on her desk. "But I expect you back in work two months after your due date. When is that?"
"August fourteenth, Alessandra."
"Okay, then. You will be back on October fourteenth then."
Alessandra looked back at her computer and began clicking away again, and Gabriella felt as if she were writing it down right then.
"Okay. Now go back to work," ordered Alessandra, not looking back up at Gabriella. And then quietly, as if she never handed out praise, Alessandra quickly muttered, "Keep it up."
Gabriella held back a delighted smile and reported back to work like she was told.
The month flew by. Soon enough, the older kids were out of school, and Gabriella spent the days taking care of them. Many times she took them along with the errands she had to run and outings she had to take, like going to the post office and dentist appointments and such. She attracted many curious stares, and on bad experiences (which were most of them), much annoying paparazzi.
Gabriella was scared mostly for the children and their safety more than anything else. It frightened her, seeing all of these greedy photographers snapping photos of tiny children they did not know. In spirit, Troy's kids were hers too, and it hurt to see them wiggle uncomfortably under the spotlight just as it hurt for her to see her own kids like that. With every day, the paparazzi shaved more and more at Gabriella's patience.
Gabriella sighed as she made her way through a supermarket one especially hot day in early July. It was Independence Day tomorrow, and Gabriella was gathering food and supplies for the picnic she and Troy were going to have. It was a new thing that they were going to try with the kids in their backyard.
The older two boys, Bennett and Jacob, were at day camp, so Gabriella often had to watch the other three boys. Sometimes she would hire help, but they were not always available. And as you could quite easily image, handling three small boys was not easy. Jack would not stop clinging to her leg, Sam was always skipping out in front, and Ben was always pulling cans off shelves and singing at the top of his lungs.
"Alright, Ben," she said aloud, talking more to herself than anyone. "What do you think. Chunky peanut butter or smooth?"
Ben didn't say anything. He just smiled up adorably at his mother.
"Alright, then. Chunky it is…. Sam! Sam! Come back here!"
Gabriella sighed and walked to the end of the aisle as quickly as she could with all the new extra weight she had on. She took tugged Sam back down to the cart, much to his dismay, and with difficulty, seated him in the shopping chart.
"Now you can't run away. Don't do that to Mommy, you scared me."
"But I like to run!" complained Sam, throwing his arms up in the air in protest.
Gabriella tried hard not to smile. He was so cute.
"You can run around at home, okay?" reasoned Gabriella. "In the backyard. We can all go swimming later."
"Yay!" clapped Sam jubilantly, grinning with glee.
Gabriella laughed.
While she was skimming the soda selection, she felt the baby kick her stomach from the inside. She put her hand on her stomach for a moment, smiling to herself in joy. Gabriella was honestly unable to feel any happier than she already was that she was having this baby with Troy. Finally, for once, there would be something real and touchable to represent their love. There would be something to connect them forever.
"Can I feel?" requested Sam happily. "I want to feel the babby!"
"The baby?" Gabriella corrected him gently. She took his tiny hand and brought it down to her stomach. It had gotten so enormous in the past weeks, she could hardly believe it. She felt a difference even every week. This was going to be one big football player, she knew. She was already seven months in and that was a record; so no premature baby, thankfully. It surprised Gabriella, but pleased her too.
"I can feel it!" giggled Sam. "I feel the baby!"
"It's your brother!" smiled Gabriella in response. "You're going to have another brother."
After Gabriella had finally paid for her items and rounded up the kids, she began to make her way to her car. It was in the parking lot, near the very front, and even still, a horde of paparazzi flocked her and the kids.
"GABRIELLA! WHOSE BABY ARE YOU PREGNANT WITH? IS IT TROY'S OR JOHN'S?"
"GABRIELLA! HOW DOES IT FEEL TO TAKE CARE OF TROY'S KIDS LIKE THEY ARE YOURS?"
"ARE YOU GOING TO KEEP WORKING FOR ALESSANDRA AFTER THE BABY IS BORN?"
"IS IT A BOY OR A GIRL?"
"WHAT'S THE BABY'S NAME?"
"Stay close," murmured Gabriella to her children. She held on tightly to the hands of Ben and Sam. Jack continued to cling tightly to her leg.
"I don't like these scary people," Ben began to cry, tears streaming down his soft face. "I don't like it, I don't like it!"
Gabriella's heart began to hammer hard in her chest. They were completely encircled by paparazzi, flashing photos right in their faces. Even she, herself, was beginning to get nervous. How did it always get worse and worse? When would they finally just back away?
She forced herself through the cluster of paparazzi, rushing to her car.
"Get in," she told the kids, opening the back door for them. "Can you buckle yourselves?"
Gabriella sighed as she got in the front seat. This would probably be the last time she could drive.
She looked in her rearview mirror, and frowned at the sight of all the paparazzi, still there and taking he pictures. They were in every window, every place she looked. Her stomach rumbled queasily; there was no way out!
Finally, she eased her way out of the parking lot, managing not to run any guy over. When she got home, she felt the urge to scream, but instead relaxed at the pool with the kids.
"Guess what, Troy!" Gabriella told Troy one day excitedly as he was eating breakfast. He had to hurry to catch a flight to an away game, but Gabriella was dying to tell him before he left.
"What?"
"Today is my due date. I've never reached my due date before!" Gabriella sighed in amazement. "I always seem to be too small to carry the babies to term…but this time, I made it!"
"Aww, babe, I'm so happy for you!" Troy murmured, leaning over his plate of eggs and kissing Gabriella chastely on the lips. "And for us," he added with a chuckle.
Gabriella smiled.
"So any day, I could go into labor!" Gabriella said, honestly excited. She couldn't wait to meet the baby. "God, I just hope the baby's healthy."
"I hope so, too."
"I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow. I'll tell you how it goes."
Gabriella was lying on her back on the table at the doctor's office, watching the fuzzy image of the baby curled up on screen. Ultrasounds never ceased to amaze Gabriella. It was crazy how she could see inside her like this.
"The baby's still in a breech position," sighed the technician. "So it's still a C-section as of now."
"Since we're past the due date, I typically wait two weeks before I induce," stated Dr. Becker. "So if the baby doesn't want to come out before August twenty-eighth, I shall see you then."
"Alright, doctor," Gabriella sighed. The technician began to wipe the cool jelly of her huge stomach. "You know, I just want this baby to be healthy. I have had some complications before, so I won't hesitate to take any extra precautions."
"Cook him in there a little longer?" laughed Dr. Becker in his deep voice. "Take care, Gabriella. Calm me if you have any questions."
Once at home, Gabriella called Troy with the news.
"Hopefully you don't have to carry him for too much longer," commented Troy. "He already seems to be healthy."
"I know," Gabriella said. "It's just gonna be a few more days. I can take that."
But it wasn't just a few more days. And it grew very hot outside and very uncomfortable for Gabriella. The only advantage was that Troy had returned home and helped her out tremendously.
"This baby is like a monster," groaned Gabriella, shifting in her seat at the table. They were eating dinner on the patio as it was so sunny and lovely that day, and the heavy heat was making Gabriella grumpy. She loved summer and she loved being outdoors, but this time, it just wasn't doing it for her.
"I know, he's huge," replied Troy, taking a bite from his sandwich. "Do you think he could play basketball?"
"He already is…inside my stomach," muttered Gabriella.
"I can't believe he continues to grow," Troy shook his head in disbelief. "He's bigger than last week, I swear."
Gabriella didn't want to complain, because she knew this was a good thing, but she was getting really sick of being pregnant. She just wanted the baby to be okay, and that kept her going. Also, she and Troy hadn't decided on a name yet, so it was good that they had some extra time.
"What about Harry?"
"Not like Potter, please," said Troy.
"What about Marcus?"
"No."
"Bart?"
"Simpson."
"Derek?"
"Reminds me of baseball. I hate baseball."
"Alex?"
"The name of a snotty girlfriend I had in middle school."
Gabriella sighed, crossing off the said names on her list. This was nearly hopeless. They were sitting on their bed, ready to go to sleep.
"What about Troy Junior?" proposed Troy hopefully.
Gabriella laughed and caressed his cheek gingerly with the back of her hand.
"Nice one, babe, but no way."
Another week had passed; it was August twenty-eighth, and just about as Gabriella was going to phone Dr. Becker, she received a call from his receptionist.
"Miss?" asked the receptionist. "I'm really sorry to inform you that Dr. Becker had to attend to a sudden death in the family. He flew out last night to Boston and unfortunately will not be back until next Saturday." Gabriella felt her heart drop in her chest. This was unbelievable. "But we do recommend Dr. McNally, who's available. She's a great—"
"—Thanks for letting me know," sighed Gabriella disappointedly in the receiver.
"Dr. Becker specifically told me to relay this message to you," continued the receptionist. "He said that if the baby doesn't come out before he comes back, he can deliver the baby himself. He said that you were in an extremely healthy condition and that any risks of waiting another week would be very small, so waiting would not be a bad choice. But, if you would like to have the baby before then, just go right ahead and call Dr. McNally."
"Thank you," Gabriella mumbled. Goddamnit. She gripped the phone hard next to her ear. "I'm going to have to talk about this with my boyfriend. Have a good day."
"Have a good day. Take care. Thank you."
Gabriella sighed once more in despair as she put the phone down. When Troy got home from practice, she almost immediately began to rant about it to him.
"This is ridiculous," Gabriella complained to Troy, almost a bit angrily, "but I don't want some lady I don't know delivering my baby."
"And after everything you've gone through…"
"God, babe, I know this is a long time, but I'm just going to wait until Dr. Becker comes back. He said I would still be healthy if I waited a little more."
"Okay, Gabi," Troy nodded in understanding. He took her hand in his. "I know this really is not fun for you, but just think about the baby we'll be getting in a week." He kissed her hand and smiled against her skin.
"I know, honey. Trust me, this is better than being scared to death when you have a premature baby," sighed Gabriella.
"I guess this little Bolton boy is a fighter."
"Just like his daddy."
"Babe!" smiled Troy one afternoon after he came home from practice, pecking Gabriella on the cheek. "There's a…favor…that I need to ask of you."
Gabriella dropped a T-shirt onto her stomach, which felt like the size of a globe. She'd been folding the laundry.
"What?"
"My parents are having a barbecue on Saturday," Troy explained with excitement, "and I really want you to come. They've been so anxious to meet you, they especially asked me."
Gabriella bit her lip, pondering the situation.
"It's this annual thing," Troy elaborated, and Gabriella could see the hope swelling in his blue eyes. "It's always on the second of September, 'cause that's my dad's birthday. My brothers will be there, and you can meet everyone," smiled Troy at the happy thought. "They really, really want to meet you, Gab."
"Your parents live like two hours away."
"Hour and a half."
"C'mon, Troy."
"C'mon, Gabi. Please."
Troy was wearing this nearly irresistible puppy dog look.
"If the baby still isn't out, I doubt it'll be out then," Troy sighed. "Face it, it's a stubborn baby."
Gabriella gave Troy a stern look, weighing her options.
"Fine," she said finally. Even if she did go into labor there, she still wouldn't have Dr. Becker. She'd just go to the local hospital there, and besides, that might even be nice, considering she would probably get no paparazzi.
"Yes? Are you serious?" Troy knelt down and kissed Gabriella cleanly on the lips. "Thank you so much, babe. You're going to love my family, I promise."
Troy's parents' house was gorgeous. It was a grand brick house that sat on its own few acres of land, lush grass spreading out in all directions. There was a patio and pool in the backyard, and the sun was shining hard that day. Overall, Gabriella was in a good mood as she met Troy's parents for the first time.
"Hi, I'm Jack," said Troy's father. He was a tall, sturdy man with the same blue eyes as Troy and a strong handshake. Gabriella smiled as she pulled her hand away.
"I know. Troy told me. I happen to have a son named Jack," Gabriella laughed.
"Oh, do you really?" Jack Bolton laughed. "Yes, Jack's a common name. I always have about five on my basketball team every year." Jack paused, and then clarified his words. "I coach high school basketball."
"I knew that," Gabriella laughed. "Troy told me."
"Oh…well, yes. Out in New Mexico I used to, and then when we moved out here, I continued. I just love doing it," Jack said. "I love seeing all of these fresh-faced talented kids, teaching them what I know so they can improve and continue to succeed."
"He's really passionate about basketball," laughed Troy's mother, a smaller woman with dark wavy hair. "Hi, I'm Leann."
Leann stuck her hand out to Gabriella's for a shake, and then went on to tell Gabriella about her experiences as a lawyer.
"I love it just as much as Jack loves basketball," Leann nodded. "But I haven't been doing it for as long as he has. Jack's been playing pretty much since he left the womb."
"So, like this one!" Gabriella laughed, pointing to her bulging stomach. "Troy and I were talking about that a little while ago."
"Oh, how is the little one? Troy told me you're very overdue," sighed Leann sympathetically.
"Very."
"Have you two picked out a name yet?"
"No," Troy and Gabriella said in unison. The four of them laughed out loudly together.
Overall, Gabriella found Troy's parents to be exceptionally nice. They didn't give her a hard time about her situation with Troy, and they were very hospitable and generous. Gabriella also met Troy's two brothers, Kyle and Brett, and Brett's girlfriend, Yvette. They were all very nice as well, and Gabriella felt herself fitting in perfectly with Troy's family.
"I call this a success," Gabriella sighed as she leaned back into her beach chair. They were lounging out besides the pool, and Troy was keeping an eye on the kids, who were playing around in the shallow end with his brothers. "Your family is amazing, Troy."
"I told you."
Gabriella smiled up at him through the light. "You were right."
"You know what, Gabi?" Troy smiled as he slathered sun tan lotion over his arms. "You look extremely sexy in that pink bikini."
"You're lying," Gabriella shot back. "I've got this enormous stomach. The last thing I am is sexy. I swear to God, the fourth cannot come quick enough."
"I'm serious," protested Troy sweetly, chuckling at Gabriella's previous remark. "You're always sexy to me."
"Aww, babe. I would lean over and give you a kiss, but I kind of can't move right now."
Troy grinned, instead bending over and giving Gabriella a kiss.
"It looks like you're having twins, Gab," Troy said in reference to her stomach. He began to rub it gently.
"I know. It sucks because I'm not," Gabriella sighed. "Just two more days. Two more days."
"I love you."
"I love you, too."
On the fourth, Gabriella excitedly called Dr. Becker.
"I'm so sorry for your loss," she said quickly, eager to get right down to it. "That must really have been devastating, to have to fly out last minute. Listen, you said that today I could have the baby—"
"—Yes, I did. Alright, come over to the hospital after lunch, at one o'clock, and we'll get this baby. See you then."
"See you."
Gabriella jumped excitedly when she put the phone down.
"Troy, can you believe it? We'll see him by tonight!"
Troy's arms wrapped around Gabriella, and he smiled as he kissed her hair.
"I can't wait. My brother Brett and his girlfriend are coming over to watch the kids, like we said," Troy murmured. "They'll be here in half an hour, they said."
"Great," Gabriella said breathlessly, and she went upstairs to pack some last minute things for the hospital.
Gabriella was lying down in the hospital bed. She'd already been induced, gotten an epidural, and was waiting for her contractions to grow closer together. Troy sat beside the bed, gripping her hand in support.
"You're dilating very well," said Dr. Becker to Gabriella. "It won't be long at all before we deliver this big baby."
"Thank goodness."
"Okay, I'll be back soon. Ask a nurse if you need any help."
Dr. Becker left the room, and Gabriella looked at Troy.
"Troy, we still haven't picked out a name," she said slowly. "This might be a problem."
"Fine, what do you say about these last ones that I'll be saying as they come into my head: Andrew."
"No."
"Jason?"
"And the Argonauts."
"Ken?"
"And Barbie."
"Mike?"
"And Ike."
"Oliver?"
"Too snobby sounding."
"You're right!" Troy threw his hands up in the air. "We're never going to agree on a name."
After many more endless minutes of arguing about names, Dr. Becker came back in the room.
"Oh my!" he gasped after checking Gabriella's dilation. "You're already ten centimeters! This baby's on the verge of slipping right out."
"Oh my God…" breathed Gabriella speechlessly. Was this it?
"I think we're just going to have a vaginal birth," Dr. Becker decided, pulling on his latex gloves. "The baby's head seems to be down now, so it would be easiest to just push him on out. Are you ready?"
"Wait, now?" gulped Gabriella. "The baby's not breech anymore?"
"You can do this, Gab," encouraged Troy, squeezing her hand reassuringly.
"Yes," said Dr. Becker. He took the covers off of Gabriella's body. "Scoot over closer to the edge of the bed if you want and pull up the gown. Whatever is most comfortable for you."
Gabriella slid over to the edge of the bed, placing her feet on the floor. She bunched the hospital gown above her stomach, which she could barely see over.
"Okay, Anna, Karen," Dr. Becker called over some nurses to stand by. He walked over to grab some tools, but suddenly Gabriella felt the urge to push. Miraculously, her body began to do so without her even doing anything.
When Dr. Becker walked back over, he was impressed. "Wow, Gabriella," said Dr. Becker. "The head is already crowning! I didn't even tell you to push."
"Oh my God," Troy swallowed, amazed by what he was seeing. He cleared some hair away from Gabriella's face. "This is amazing, baby."
Gabriella didn't even know what she was doing; her body had taken control and pushing the baby out on its own.
"The head is halfway out," commented Dr. Becker. "Do you want to feel it?"
Gabriella nodded slowly and reached her hand in between her legs to where she could feel the baby's head. It was the most wonderful thing, and she regretted not being able to have this intimate moment with her sons.
"Great job, Gabriella," said Dr. Becker supportively. "That's a big head, and you're doing wonderfully. Just ease it out a little with your hands, and it'll be out…. Great job, great job, Gabriella." The doctor quickly cleared the mucus from the baby's nasal passages.
"Gabi, he has red hair!" Troy exclaimed, looking below her stomach.
"Really?" asked Gabriella in surprise. "Where did that come from?"
"Do you want to see?" offered Dr. Becker. He held a mirror below her, and Gabriella was able to see the wet red hair on the baby's head.
"Wow," Gabriella said, "I didn't see that one coming."
Dr. Becker grabbed a towel and held it under the baby's head. The neck slid out, and the baby began to cry.
"Do you hear that, babe?" Troy whispered in her ear. "He's crying!"
"Just a few more pushes, Gabriella," guided the doctor.
Gabriella gave one big push, and the baby's shoulders were squeezed out. Another quick push got out the chest.
"Great job, Gabriella," said Dr. Becker. He quickly wrapped the baby in the towel, and the legs fell out as he gave the baby up to Gabriella.
"Aww," Gabriella murmured as she gazed adoringly at the little bundle.
"I'll leave you three alone for a moment," said Dr. Becker. "The baby seems to be perfectly healthy, his breathing is excellent and his skin is a good pink. Congratulations on your boy."
Dr. Becker left the room for a moment.
"He's perfect, Troy," whispered Gabriella. His nose was so cute, the way he was scrunching it up. He was definitely a big guy, and Gabriella was amazed that he had just come out of her body. "I can't believe he's ours."
"I know," responded Troy in awe.
"Hey…about names," began Gabriella, "I actually kind of like Troy Junior."
"What?" Troy asked, his eyes wide. "Really?"
"Yeah. I do," smiled Gabriella at the thought. "He can be like the mini Troy. We already know he likes basketball."
They both laughed, staring at their new baby in utter wonder. His eyes fluttered open gently, and Gabriella sighed in delight as she saw they were the same wonderful blue as Troy's eyes.
"Look, baby," she said. "His eyes are like yours."
"You like that?"
"Yes, I think you have beautiful eyes."
"Thanks, baby."
Troy pressed a kiss to Gabriella's cheek.
A nurse named Anna suddenly strode forward.
"I'm sorry to interrupt, but we need to weigh and clean the baby now," she explained. "Would the father like to cut the cord?"
"Yeah, sure."
Troy made the incision that the nurse instructed, and soon enough, she carried the little bundle away.
"I don't want to leave him!" laughed Gabriella.
Troy helped her get back under the covers. She was surprised by how worn out she felt.
"I want to call everyone," Troy exclaimed elatedly. "I want to tell them all about him."
"Wait, Troy," Gabriella said, her eyes serious. "I was meaning to talk to you about this. I don't want anyone to know about him."
"Why not?" Troy asked, his face avalanching.
"I mean, obviously your family yes, but everyone else…I just don't want him to be thrust into the spotlight. It's not fair that just because we are famous, he has to as well," Gabriella whispered gravely.
Troy nodded slowly in understanding.
"Okay. I know that's a big secret to hide, but…I agree."
"It's for his own safety, you know? We just want him—"
"—Excuse me, miss?" said the nurse named Anna, quickly striding back to them. "Dr. Becker was mistaken; the baby is a girl, not a boy."
"WHAT?!" Gabriella gasped in astonishment. "Now this, I really did not see coming!"
"Holy fuck," muttered Troy, running his fingers through his hair. Then he smiled. "Wow. Our first girl."
"Yes, the doctor had to run to deliver another baby, but he wanted me to tell you that he is deeply sorry for that mistake," said Anna.
"It's not even his mistake, it's the ultrasound technician's," grumbled Gabriella distastefully. "Stupid ultrasound technician. Whatever. I'm happy we have a girl, Troy! Wow. Imagine. We have a girl." A broad grin stretched out on Gabriella's face suddenly as she looked at Troy. "What do we name her?"
"What name do you like?"
"Julia."
"Perfect."
And so Julia Leann Bolton was born on September fourth at four fifty-three in the afternoon.