Here's another holiday one-shot from me. I know that its a few weeks late but I was inspired after Mother's Day lol. Plus, I know I haven't been updating regularly and I owe my wonderful readers. This is just your average fluffy Bolton fic although its got some pretty realistic moments between the family (or at least I think so).
Disclaimer: I don't own anything HSM related, its all property of the big mouse.
"Alright troops," Troy clapped his hands together in excitement while his three sleepy eyed children stared at him in confusion. "Time for breakfast."
"Oh, can I have frozen waffles?" the oldest Cameron questioned as he rubbed the sleep out of his eye.
"I want…" Chris, the middle child began to speak but was interrupted by his very loud, four year old little sister.
"No!" Carrie screamed in the boys' ears. "We have to make Mommy breakfast!"
"That's right princess," Troy picked up his youngest and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "It's Mother's Day!"
"Oh I forgot," seven year old Chris replied, followed by a long yawn.
Troy just shook his head at Chris; the brown haired, brown eyed boy was the most forgetful person that Troy had ever known. Just yesterday, Troy had helped the children make a huge sign that read Happy Mother's Day for their mother. "Come on guys, let's get started." Troy carried Carrie into the kitchen while the boys quickly followed.
"Let's make French toast for Mommy," Christ suggested as he practically threw himself onto his usual chair.
"No, we should make her waffles," Cameron suggested as he leaned his tall and lanky body against the dark granite countertops.
"No French toast!" Clearly Chris liked his idea way better than that of his older brother.
"You just want to make French toast because that's your favorite food to eat for breakfast," Cameron glared at his younger brother.
"How about we make neither?" Troy stepped in; it was way too early for the boys to begin fighting. "I'm thinking blueberry pancakes, one of my specialties." Okay, they were one of a select few specialties but Troy did have a great recipe that had been in his family for several generations.
"Fine," both Cameron and Chris gave in, they both had to admit they loved their dad's pancakes. They were almost better than their mom's but they would never tell her that.
"Yum, I love pancakes," Carrie rubbed her stomach before Troy placed her down on the dark hardwood floor.
"Good," Troy replied as he headed to the fridge.
"Daddy, why do you need all this stuff?" Carrie questioned as Troy gathered the appropriate ingredients and supplies that were needed for Sharpay's mother's day breakfast extraordinaire.
"Because we need all of this stuff," Troy put an emphasis on stuff, "to make pancakes for mommy," Troy explained as he grabbed the bottle of milk and carton of eggs from the three sided stainless steel refrigerator with a glass center.
Carrie furrowed her brow in confusion, "But I thought you only needed a pan and cakes for pancakes."
"You're super stupid Carrie," Chris laughed at his younger sister who did not look amused.
"No, you're stupid, you stupid head!" Carrie screamed back as she ran towards her older brother, ready to pummel him to the ground.
"I don't think so," Troy scooped up his tiny tot before she could do any real damage. She may have been small but Carrie could pack a mean punch. "We do not call each other stupid in this house, both of you need to apologize to one another."
"Sorry," the two kids mumbled without any ounce of conviction.
Troy sighed; he could already tell that this was going to be an extremely long morning. He decided that he better move things along and get the kids going. First he had the kids wash their hands which of course turned into a fight over who was using too much soap. Troy didn't even think it was possible to fight over anything that stupid but apparently he was wrong. Things got a little better when they actually made the pancakes, each child enjoyed their turn adding ingredients and stirring the batter. But then Chris got pancake batter on Cameron's flannel pajamas and he in turn shoved his little brother who fell on top of Carrie who screamed bloody murder and that was officially the start of all hell breaking loose.
Troy couldn't take it any longer, he'd had enough. "Ok that's it!" he yelled, silencing the cries of his three children. "Out of the kitchen, all of you! Right now!"
"Mommy wouldn't yell at us like that," Chris sniffled loudly; it was no secret that Chris was a mama's boy.
"Well I'm not Mommy, am I? Go play or you can watch a little T.V. I'll come and get you guys when breakfast is ready. Then we'll bring breakfast to your mommy and the three of you better be on you best behavior. Do you understand?" Surprisingly Troy got three quick nods and lots of silence. "Good, now go."
The boys immediately ran out of the kitchen, not wanting to disobey their father. It wasn't often that Troy yelled at them so they knew that they really upset him. Carrie, however, stayed put, staring intently at her father.
"Can I help you?" Troy peered down at this little girl after he flipped a pancake on the griddle.
"I wanna stay with you daddy."
"Why don't you go play with your brother honey?"
Carrie batted her eyelash and puffed out her little bottom lip, "I'll be good daddy, I promise. I just wanna spend time with my favoritest daddy."
Of course Troy couldn't resist, he could never resist his little princess. Troy was no match for Caroline Rose Bolton; at four, she'd already mastered the art of manipulation much like her mother (and Troy was definitely no match for her either). "Alright princess, you can stay and help me out."
"Yay!" Carrie squealed and made a beeline for her father.
After finishing up the rest of the pancakes, Troy cut up some strawberries (Sharpay's favorite) while Carrie grabbed the bottle of maple syrup and a container of spreadable butter. Troy also grabbed the bottle of pulp free orange juice from the fridge; it was on the top shelf so Carrie wasn't able to reach it.
"I think that we're all ready baby."
"One more thing Daddy," Carrie said quickly before skipping out of the kitchen.
"Now where are you going?" Troy called after his daughter but was met with silence.
A minute later, Carrie appeared with a bright yellow tulip in her small hands. "Mommies always need flowers."
"Great idea, Mommy loves flowers," Carrie nodded in agreement. "Where did you get that anyway?"
"From the dining room table."
"Oh," Troy didn't even know that they had fresh flowers in the dining room. Cleary, it wasn't a room that Troy frequented very much. Troy grabbed the silver breakfast tray and bent down to his daughter's level. "Want to put it on the tray?"
Carrie nodded and carefully placed the delicate flower across the front of the tray right by the plate of pancakes. "Is this good daddy?"
"Perfect," Troy smiled. "Let's go get your crazy brothers and then go surprise Mommy."
Carrie scurried off and Troy followed as he carried the tray into the family room where the boys were sprawled out on the two large couches, eyes were glued to the huge plasma screen.
"Come on guys, time to give Mom breakfast." Troy didn't get an answer; Cameron and Chris were still in their self induced television coma. Troy rolled his eyes as he walked over to the T.V. and quickly turned it off.
"Aw man, dad we were watching that," Cameron groaned as he finally snapped out of it.
"Its time to give Mom her breakfast," Troy announced once again. "Besides, I know that you've seen this episode a thousand times before."
"But there's only a few minutes left," Cameron whined as he made no move to get up.
"Too bad," Troy glared. "Get up."
"Ok Dad," Chris crawled off the couch and joined his father and younger sister.
"Cameron," Troy only had to say his name once before his oldest hopped up too. "Thank you, now let's go surprise mommy."
"I made Mommy a present at school, I want to give it to her," Chris looked up to his father.
"I made something too," Cameron added.
"Me too, my present is really special." Carrie smiled.
"Remember we got her the bracelet last week too. Plus, I have something for her just from me but I was thinking of giving it to her later but you guys can give her your presents now," Troy told his children.
"Can I give her my present when you do?" Cameron questioned.
"Sure buddy, no problem," Troy responded as he began walking, not wanting Sharpay's breakfast to get cold.
"I'll wait then too," Chris added as he followed Troy and Cameron down the hallway.
"Me too," Carrie smiled as she ran to catch up to the boys, she was not one to be left out.
"You guys are such copycats," Cameron turned around and rolled his eyes at his two younger siblings.
"No, we're not!" The two younger Boltons shouted in unison.
"Yes, you are!" Cameron replied before going with another old standby comeback, sticking his tongue out.
"Daddy, Cam's sticking his tongue out at us," Carrie was quick to tell on her older brother; it was her duty as the little sister to get her brothers in trouble as much as she could.
"You're such a tattletale," Cameron rolled his eyes at his little sister.
"Guys, knock it off," Troy said sternly and stopped in front of the stairs. "No more fighting today! I want this to be a very special day for Mommy and you should too. Mommy does so much for all of us, so she really deserves a great Mother's Day. That means that you three need to be nice to each other and extra nice to Mommy. Can you do this for one day, for Mommy?"
Carrie nodded and smiled big, "I'm going to be really nice to Mommy."
"Me too," Chris grinned up at his father.
"I will too," Cameron sighed; being nice to his mom wasn't the problem. It was being nice to his siblings that was hard; they were just too annoying for words sometimes.
"Thank you," Troy smiled gratefully at his children as he finally began to walk up the stairs. "Come on, let's go."
"What about Mommy's sign?" Chris questioned as he followed right behind him.
"Oh right," with all of the commotion, Troy had completely forgotten about the kids' handmade sign. "Can one of you go and get it?"
Chris nodded, "Sure thing Dad!" He was eager to volunteer for the job and show his dad that he would be on his best behavior.
"No, I'll get it," Cameron said quickly, "You don't even know where it is."
"Yes, I do," Chris replied. "It's in the playroom."
"Go get it okay bud," Troy smiled down at his youngest who eagerly ran down the hallway. Cam rolled his eyes at his younger brother which did not go unnoticed by his father. "None of that alright? One day is all I'm asking for." Cameron nodded and Troy sighed softly; his oldest was apparently going through a phase that neither parent was none too pleased about.
"Got it!" Chris announced a moment later as he arrived back to they foyer, completely out of breath from all of the running.
"Alright, let's go troops!" Troy led the kids up the many stairs and down to the end of the hallway where the master bedroom was.
Cameron quickly opened the white double doors and the kids plus their father paraded into the quiet room. Sharpay lay sleeping peacefully, blissfully unaware of the four extra people now surrounding the California King sized bed. Troy couldn't help but smile at his own sleeping beauty. She was sleeping on her side along a huge body pillow with one hand on her very pregnant belly. The other was under her head on her pillow where not one strand of her honey blonde hair was out of place. Troy thought his wife looked like a sun kissed angel with rosy cheeks and plump pink lips. As he moved closer to place a good morning kiss on her cheek, Troy realized that her lips were covered in gloss and her cheeks were rosy with blush. Troy had to fight back the laughter as he kissed his wife of eleven years. Typical Sharpay, she was the only person who would put on makeup and hop back into bed for her holiday surprise…only an actress.
Sharpay's eyes fluttered open after the kiss just as the kids and their father screamed 'Happy Mother's Day!' as loud as they could. "Oh my gosh," Sharpay smiled at her three perfectly adorable children and her wonderfully handsome husband. "Is it Mother's Day already?" Sharpay questioned as she slowly sat up, still holding her baby bump for a little support.
"Yeah Mommy, Mother's Day is today silly!" Carrie exclaimed as she quickly climbed up onto the bed for a hug and a kiss, which Sharpay of course obliged.
"Were you surprised?" Troy questioned, glancing down at Sharpay as Carrie pulled away from her.
"Why of course honey," Sharpay grinned and shot Troy a little wink that the children missed.
"Look at the sign that we made Mommy!" Chris held the sign that he was carrying over the bed so that Sharpay could get a better look.
"Wow guys, it's so beautiful," Sharpay gushed at the large white poster board. Written in the center in bold, pink block letters was 'HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!' Right underneath the words, everyone signed 'Love, Cam, Chris, Carrie and Troy.' There were three little pictures surrounding the writing.
"I did this one," Chris said proudly as he pointed to two stick figures, one big and one little, holding hands.
"Is that you and me, buddy?" Sharpay questioned and Chris nodded his head and smiled brightly at his mother. "Its wonderful baby."
"This one's mine Mom," Cameron moved closer to his brother and pointed to a little puppy being held by a woman with blonde hair and a pink dress. The picture was pretty impressive for a nine year old, lots of detail. Cameron was a pretty good artist, which was surprising since neither Troy nor Sharpay was good at art (aside from the theatrical aspect).
"Is this another hint about getting a puppy, kiddo?" Sharpay raised her perfectly arched brows at her little boy.
"Maybe," Cameron smiled sheepishly at her. "It's a picture of you and your little dog Boi; I just thought it was a good reminder."
"I love it honey, thank you." Sharpay grinned. "Now, you two owe me kisses." Chris was quick to lay the sign down on the floor and hug and kiss his mother while Cameron stood back.
"I love you Mommy," Chris told Sharpay before he pulled away after a kiss and a nice long hug.
"I love you too honey," Sharpay smiled. "Cameron Bolton, you are not too old to give your mother a hug and a kiss, now you come here," Sharpay instructed her oldest.
"Fine," Cameron let out an exasperated sigh before bending down for a hug and a kiss. Although he pulled away quickly, Cameron still loved the feeling of his mom's loving hugs; they always made him feel safe. "Ok Mom, see you later."
"What?" Sharpay screeched. "And what is so important that you're going to leave your dear old mother on Mother's Day, the best holiday ever?"
"I'm hungry," Cameron shrugged. "We didn't have breakfast yet. We've got all day to spend with you Mom! You don't want us to be all weak do you?"
Sharpay rolled her eyes, that was such a Troy thing to say. "Go eat."
"See ya!" Cameron yelled before running out of the room.
"You can go too honey," Sharpay told Chris who looked longingly as his older brother left the room.
"I can stay with you Mommy," Chris replied being ever the faithful son.
"It's alright honey, go have some breakfast," Sharpay smiled at her little boy who wasn't so little anymore.
"There are extra pancakes on the counter," Troy turned to Chris, "and the syrup is in the fridge."
"Ok dad," After another quick kiss to his mom, Chris scurried out of the room to join his older brother.
"Speaking of breakfast," Sharpay motioned to her husband who was still standing beside their bed holding the breakfast tray.
"Oh right. Scoot over princess," Troy said to Carrie so that he could place the tray on Sharpay's lap.
"Looks delicious babe," Sharpay's mouth watered at the sight of the pancakes. She was more than ready to devour everything, after all she was eating for two now.
"I helped Daddy too," Carrie announced, tugging on Sharpay's sleeve.
"You did?" Sharpay looked at her daughter, with her gorgeous bright smile and sparkling blue eyes.
"I did Mommy, I did!"
"She's an excellent helper," Troy replied as he sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Is that right, I'm…ohhh," Sharpay patted her belly as she felt a monster kick.
"Was that the baby, Mommy?" Carrie asked. She had taken quite the interest in her mother's pregnancy, way more than anyone would have thought.
"Yeah honey," Sharpay smiled. "I think your baby brother or sister is pretty hungry too."
"Make sure that the baby eats lots of pancakes," Carrie stated as she began to climb over Troy.
"Don't tell me that my baby girl is leaving me all alone too?" Sharpay questioned as Carrie's little feet hit the plush, tan carpet. Was it so hard for her children to spend more than five minutes with her?
"You're not all alone Mommy, daddy's here," Carrie replied. "And don't worry Mommy, I'm just going to the bathroom, my baby is on my bladder," Carrie repeated a phrase that Sharpay had said many a time.
Sharpay couldn't help but giggle as Carrie quickly ran to the bathroom. Once Carrie had closed the door to the master bathroom, Troy turned to his wife with a worried look on his face.
"What? What's with that face?" Sharpay questioned after swallowing a bite of pancakes.
"It's not normal for a four year old to think that she's pregnant!" Troy half yelled, half whispered so that his daughter couldn't hear him freak-out from the bathroom.
"Honey, she doesn't really think that she's pregnant; she's just pretending. I actually think that it's kind of cute."
Troy rolled his eyes, "Its note cute, not cute at all. Yesterday she asked me if I thought she should breastfeed or not?"
Sharpay giggled, "Well, I think she should, its so much better for the baby."
"Not funny Sharpay," Troy glared at his wife.
"Don't worry too much Troy; I'm sure she'll stop after the baby is born. But back to me now honey, its Mother's Day and no one has given me any presents yet," Sharpay put on her usual pout.
"You can wait until later Pay. I'm pretty sure that you'll love my gifts."
"Ooo gifts?" Sharpay was giddy now, usually Troy just got her something big but she could get used to two or three or four something bigs.
"Yes gifts," Troy chuckled at his very over anxious wife; he'd seen that giddy look at least a thousand times. "The kids have presents too but I have no idea what they've got because they made them themselves."
"Aww," Sharpay gushed, slightly hormonal. "They're just so sweet, aren't they? Breakfast is delicious by the way."
"Why thank you, I worked quite hard while your children drove me crazy."
"Why are they always my children when they bother you? For the record, now you finally know how I feel everyday so be a man about it and suck it up, Bolton," Sharpay said sternly, not even bothering to look up at Troy as she fed herself another piece of pancake.
"No seriously Pay, the boys are becoming such a handful. They fight like cats and dogs every five minutes."
Sharpay had to nod in agreement, "Yeah, Cam's definitely got some major attitude lately. We need to talk to him or else its going to be a long summer. And we're already going to be pretty busy," Sharpay added as she affectionately rubbed her belly or their surprise Bolton as Troy liked to call him or her.
Troy leaned down and placed his hand atop his wife's, "We'll manage, we always do Pay."
"Thank goodness that you get summers off," Sharpay smiled thoughtfully, happy that Troy would be off in just a week for three whole months.
"Thank goodness indeed," Troy joked, although he was more than happy to spend time with his wife and three soon to be four children. As the head basketball coach at U of A, Troy was quite busy during basketball season which took place during both semesters of school. The games usually took him away from home a few times a month as well which was always hard on Sharpay. Troy also earned a living as an adjunct professor at the university, teaching one sociology class during the first semester. It was actually a pretty desired class that filled up quickly with a very long waiting list. Troy ended up majoring in sociology with a minor in theater at U of A while playing on the basketball team. A serious knee injury during his Junior year ended any chance of going pro. So he worked hard to get his masters and then PhD all the while helping out the basketball team which eventually led to an assistant coach position and finally head coach, a little over two years ago.
"Do you remember what time we have to go to my parents' house today?" Sharpay asked Troy. "I have major pregnancy brain this morning."
"4:30," Troy replied without missing a beat; he remembered seeing it posted on the refrigerator when he was making breakfast earlier.
"Oh that's later than I thought."
"Yeah but it gives us more time to spend together," Troy wriggled his eyebrows
Sharpay rolled her eyes, "Not in his lifetime Bolton."
"At least give me a proper good morning kiss since the kids were around before."
"Hmm…I guess that'll work, you did make me a wonderful breakfast, after all." Sharpay leaned over to kiss her handsome husband as Troy leaned in too. He steadied himself by grabbing hold of the ends of the breakfast tray as he kissed his wife.
"Mmm nice lip gloss," Troy grinned against his wife's lips.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Sharpay feigned innocence.
"Sure you don't," Troy laughed about his wife's denial.
"Shut up and kiss me Troy." Sharpay pulled him closer and nudged his mouth open with her tongue. As their tongues swirled together in harmony, Troy managed to push the tray to the other side of the bed so there was nothing separating him from his wife.
"Are you guys making another baby?" Carrie asked innocently as she seemingly appeared from out of nowhere.
"What?" Sharpay screamed as she quickly pulled away from her equally shocked husband.
Troy looked at Sharpay who looked majorly shocked but slightly embarrassed as well. Troy then turned to his young daughter who stood several feet away, close to the bathroom. "Princess, where did you hear that? What exactly do you mean 'making a baby?"
"Uncle Chad said that when Mommies and Daddies kiss for a long time in their beds, they make little babies," Carrie explained to her parents as she swayed on her toes.
"She is never spending unsupervised time with your friend ever again," Sharpay glared menacingly at her husband.
"Um…agreed," Troy tried to ignore his wife's anger, it wasn't his fault that his friend was an idiotic asswhole.
"Sweetheart, never listen to anything that Uncle Chad tells you ever again. Do you understand?" Sharpay put on a sickingly sweet smile for her daughter, trying to assure her that she wasn't angry with her.
Carrie nodded, "Sure Mommy…but were you making another baby for us?"
"No honey," Troy stepped in quickly, "Mommy is already having a baby so she um can't make another right now. And you know Uncle Chad doesn't really know what he's talking about anyway. Princess, why don't you go have some pancakes now too. You tell Cam that I said he needs to make you a plate."
"Ok Daddy," Carrie skipped out of the room, not realizing how upset her parents were about the 'situation.'
"Danforth is D-E-A-D, dead!" Sharpay exclaimed.
"He sure is."
"God only knows what they've learned from him," Sharpay shuddered at the thought of her children 'learning' anything else from that big haired baboon.
"Hopefully not too much Pay, most people just tend to block him out."
Sharpay nodded in agreement, "So true, I know that I do."
"Now where were we?" Troy leaned back in, ready to continue the make out session that little Carrie interrupted.
"So not going to happen!"
"Aw Pay come on," Troy whined.
"If you give me really great presents, I will definitely give you a night to remember," Sharpay winked at her husband.
Troy grinned back, "Trust me, you are going to love your presents."
"Well then Troy my boy, you're in for a real treat tonight."
"I can't wait," Troy was grinning from ear to ear at the thought of spending a night with his wife, it had been forever since their last night to remember.
"Do you hear that?" Sharpay couldn't exactly comprehend what was being said but she distinctly heard the familiar sound of yelling and crying.
"Nope, I don't hear a thing," Troy heard but he was doing his best to block it out.
"Yes you do."
"I think its coming from outside."
"No," Sharpay hit his arm, "it's coming from downstairs and it's the sound of your children attempting to kill each other."
Troy shrugged, "Well we can replace whoever it is with our little surprise Bolton."
"Troy," Sharpay rolled her eyes, "You go take care of that now!"
"Pay," Troy was not in the mood and could feel another headache coming on if he had to go downstairs.
"It's Mother's Day you must do what I say!"
"Fine, fine," Troy begrudgingly got off the bed and kissed Sharpay's cheek. "You owe me."
"Please, I don't owe you a thing. You on the other hand, owe me a fantastic and relaxing day on this holy of days."
"Since when did Mother's Day become a holy holiday?"
"Since I had children, now go!"
"Bossy much?"
"You should be used to it by now."
"Oh but I am," Troy responded.
"You know what would make this day even better?"
"No but I'm sure that you'll tell me."
"A magic wand!" Sharpay exclaimed, "so you'll do whatever I want when I want."
"I already do."
"I know but it would be so much more fun with a magic wand that went ding!"
"On that note, I'm leaving. It's sad that this is what our conversations come down too now days. We used to talk about culture, politics and world events and now we're talking about magic wands."
"I would also make you disappear," Sharpay smirked as she grabbed her breakfast tray again, hoping that the food wasn't too cold. "Now be gone."
"I'm leaving, I'm leaving. You better be glad that it's Mother's Day or else…"
"Or else what?" Sharpay mumbled, her mouth already full with pancakes.
"Just…" Troy began but was interrupted by the sound of breaking glass. Both Troy and Sharpay cringed at the sound, it must have been a pretty bad break for them to hear it all the way upstairs.
"Troy!" Sharpay pointed at the door, he so needed to deal with this.
"I can't wait until Father's Day," Troy muttered as he sulked out of the room.
Thanks so much for reading! Let me know what you think! And if anyone has holiday one-shot ideas, I'm open to suggestion. Thanks again!
