Thanks for all the great reviews guys! I meant to get this posted a few days ago but I had such a busy weekend. Here's the next chapter, sorry that it's a little short. I hope to get another posted soon, I've already started writing it. Thanks for reading and please review!


"Can I get you anything?" Taylor asked Sharpay as she sat down next to her on the couch, she had just come from checking on the kids. Her son, Jake, and Aidan were in the family room watching a movie and eating popcorn.

"Shouldn't I be asking you that? This is my house and you're pregnant," Sharpay replied as she sunk back further into the cushions, clutching the cordless phone in her hands.

"That doesn't matter," Taylor pried Sharpay's hands away from the phone and placed it on the coffee table. "This is about you right now."

Sharpay shook her head, "This isn't about me, this is about Evan. God, why haven't they called yet."

"Sweetie its only 1 o' clock," Taylor reasoned with her. "It's still early."

"They said they would call early afternoon! Its early afternoon!"

"Ok, lets take your mind off of the phone call for a little bit, you're about to drive yourself crazy."

"Ok," Sharpay conceded, knowing that this was one fight she probably wouldn't win. Taylor was awfully persistent, especially now that she was filled with raging hormones.

"Um…ok, my crazy husband wants to name this baby Sebastian. I told him that his child by his next wife could be named Sebastian but not the one in my uterus that I have to carry for nine months." Sharpay forced a smile at her friend before she glanced at the phone. "So this isn't' working huh?"

"Not at all, I'm sorry," Sharpay sighed. "It's all I've been able to think about for the past couple of days. Ryan came over for dinner last night and I poured his wine into Aidan's sippy cup. He didn't drink it but it just shows you how preoccupied I've been."

"And with good reason Sharpay, but I'm sure that everything is fine."

Sharpay shook her head, "Evan had stomach pains again this morning."

"Shar, all kids get tummy aches," Taylor was trying to comfort her best friend and she was doing a horrible job. The fact that she was a psychologist but couldn't help her best friend was making her feel terrible. The problem was that this hit so close to home for her, Sharpay's kids were like her kids too. They all used to do everything together, movies, dinner, parties, even vacations…you name it and the Bolton and Danforth families did it together. Here she was trying to comfort Sharpay but what she needed was a little comfort as well.

"Not like this Tay, I almost kept him home from camp."

"You know what I'm getting hungry; it's been like an hour since my last meal. Let's see what you've got in that great big kitchen of yours."

"No, no don't get up, its bad enough that you went to check on the kids. I'll fix you a snack, are you still having your peanut butter craving?"

Taylor nodded, "But I'm coming with you, I'll get bored without you and this way I can eat something else while you fix my snack."

"You really are a pregnant lady," Sharpay laughed for the first time since her friend had arrived. "Let's go Prego!" Sharpay stood up and watched as her friend inched her way off of the couch, she definitely didn't miss those days. Sharpay loved being pregnant but not being able to get up was not her favorite part especially when she was pregnant with the twins.

"Watch the name calling Blondie," Taylor snickered as she finally made it up. "I have never been this big before…at least not so early on."

"You're not that big and it's not so early on, you're nearing you're seventh month."

"Sharpay don't be nice, be your usual self and speak the truth. I'm huge and you know it!"

"Maybe its twins!"

"Kill me now," Taylor muttered under her breath.

"Twin boys just for you!" Sharpay laughed as they began to walk out of the living room. "Ooo no I see it now, trip…" The shrill ringing of the phone cut Sharpay off. Sharpay looked from Taylor to the coffee table before she absolutely froze in place.

"Sharpay the phone," Taylor nudged her friend.

"I…I can't," Sharpay had to take several deep breaths.

"Ok," Taylor hurried to the couch as fast as her stomach would allow. "Hello Bolton residence….yes she's available, one minute." Taylor brought the phone over to phone. "Shar, sweetie, it'll be fine."

Sharpay nodded as she reached for the phone, "Hello…Yes, this is Mrs. Bolton…"

Troy motioned for Chad to come into his office, he was finishing up a conference call in New York, "Great Mike, lets make it happen….You too, alright…Bye." Troy hung up his phone. "Hey Man," he greeted his friend and business partner.

"Hi," Chad sat in one of the expensive leather chairs in front of Troy's desk, he had the same ones in his office.

"That's not a good 'hi,'" Troy gulped, knowing exactly what was coming.

"Taylor called," Chad replied, not sure how to say this. He had never been the best with words so he figured he might as well just come out and say it. "They need to do the biopsy."

"Shit," Troy cradled his head in his hands as a million thoughts raced through his head. He'd been holding out hope that everything was going to be fine, that Evan was going to be fine. This whole thing must have been a nightmare, these sort of things…cancer…they happened to other peoples families, not his. "Damnit!" Troy yelled as he knocked over a mug and several files off his desk.

"Troy," Chad didn't know what to do; he couldn't stand to see his best friend hurting so much.

"Sorry," Troy apologized for his little outburst, feeling rather embarrassed as he surveyed the mess around him.

"Hey man, don't apologize. You should get out of here, you shouldn't be here."

"We've got that big call at 3," Troy replied, he had come into work today to get his mind off of everything. He couldn't just sit and wait by the phone, he would have gone mad.

"No I've got a call at 3, you're going home," Chad said. "Your family needs you Troy, Sharpay's really upset."

"Sharpay doesn't want me," Troy said bitterly. "She'd probably bite my head off if I went to the house."

"That's not true," Taylor had alluded to the fact that Sharpay still loved Troy and he knew that Troy still loved Sharpay, why they were getting a divorce was beyond Chad. He knew things had been bumpy but if there was anyone who was meant to be together it was Troy and Sharpay, they really completed each other. Without one another, they were both miserable and Chad and Taylor were left to pick up the pieces. If they didn't get through this together, than Chad knew they wouldn't get through this at all. "She tried calling but you must have been on the phone, she's really upset."

"Fine," Troy turned off his computer. "We need to talk anyway; I guess we've got to figure out what to do now."

"I'll call you later, I'm so sorry Troy."

Troy nodded as he grabbed his briefcase, "Thanks."

It didn't take long for Troy to get to the house, he and Chad had strategically located their office so it was close to both of their homes. But now this was no longer Troy's home and he wasn't sure if he should knock or just go right in. He still had a key but usually he would knock when he came to get the kids on the weekend but this was a whole different situation. Just as he was about to knock, the door swung open.

"I saw you pull in."

"Thanks Taylor," Troy replied as he walked into the house. "Where is she?"

"Upstairs, I finally got her to rest."

"I'm glad that you were here…when the call came, I didn't want her to be alone."

"She's never alone and neither are you, Chad and I are here for you guys, whatever you need," Taylor pulled her friend into a hug as best she could with her bulging belly in the way.

"Thanks Tay, I think I needed that. Your husband isn't as good with the hugs."

Taylor laughed, "I'm still training him."

"Daddy!" Aidan ran into the foyer, excited to see his father.

"Hey buddy!" Troy met him half way and picked his son up.

"What ya doing here? Don't you work?" Aidan questioned.

"Yeah I left work a little bit early; I wanted to talk to Mommy for a little bit."

"Daddy, Mommy's really sad like she got a bad owies or something," Aidan told his father. "You should take care of her."

"I'm going to try buddy," Troy gave Aidan a quick kiss before setting him back down on the ground.

"Good, can you make me and Jakie a snack?" Aidan questioned.

"You guys are hungry again?" Taylor questioned. "You just had popcorn."

"A lot of it falled on the floor," Aidan replied.

"Oh brother, I'll make you guys something alright. Troy you go see Sharpay," Taylor took hold of the little boy's hand before leading him down the long hallway.

Troy nodded before running up the stairs, taking them two at a time. He walked into the master bedroom that they once used to share; he was surprised to see that it looked the exact same way. He thought for sure Sharpay would redecorate erasing any trace of him. However that wasn't the case, nothing had been touched or moved, except one thing was missing: Sharpay. She wasn't in the bedroom or the ensuite bathroom. Troy had a feeling of where she could be, he walked down the hall and heard the slight sounds of what sounded like sniffling.

"Hi," Troy stood in the doorway of Evan's bedroom watching Sharpay clutch one of Evan's baby photos in one hand and in the other, a teddy bear, one that used to be Evan's favorite but now the boy claimed he was too old for stuffed animals.

Sharpay looked up, her eyes red and puffy from crying, "What are you doing here?"

"I was in the neighborhood," Troy took a spot on the bed.

"Don't joke Troy."

"Well you know why I'm here."

"Did Chad tell you?" Sharpay questioned, her voice sounded so small, like a scared little child.

Troy nodded, "I'm so sorry I missed your call but I was in a conference."

"I'm kind of glad; I didn't know how to tell you. They want to do the biopsy as soon as possible."

"Ok, so we do the biopsy," Troy sighed. "When?"

"Um, tomorrow they're going to a birthday party so I figured Thursday," Sharpay sniffled. "I want him to have a little fun before…before his world gets turned upside down."

"Sharpay we don't even know if he…"

"No," Sharpay cut him off. "He's sick! There's obviously something wrong Troy! If it's not leukemia than it's some other blood disease. No matter what, our little boy is not alright!"

"Hey, hey," Troy tried to calm her down, wrapping an arm around her petit shoulders.

"Why is this happening to us?" Sharpay managed to cry out in between a fresh batch of tears.

"I don't know, I don't know," Troy said solemnly as he felt a tear roll down his own cheek. He pulled Sharpay closer as she continued to cry.

"Ho…how are we supposed to tell him that he's sick?"

"We'll figure it out," Troy kissed her long blond hair, inhaling the sweet scent of lavender and vanilla. "Everything is going to be alright, trust me."