Chapter 11- Yankees

A giddy Troy appeared in my door way, his under armor sweats with his Yankee hoodie. He had his Yankee hat on backwards while his blue eyes blinked rapidly. I couldn't help but crack a smile.

"We are leaving in just a few short hours!" he cheered; he came over and wrapped me into a hug. "You do know you are the bestest friend in the entire world ever right? Plus, Chad and Cody are so jealous!"

I laughed shaking my head, "I just had an extra ticket and I knew this big fan." I said shrugging my shoulder, he laughed as he slide onto my bed. It had been two weeks since he had slept over and like he promised he was gone before I was up. Confronting Troy about anything would be awkward so I just pushed all feelings away…until he smiled.

I had seen very little of him since then but I saw him in every single class. I put my Northface on as I looked at him. "You did bring warm clothes right? It's freezing in New York." Troy looked down at his choice of wear. "Uh, yeah, I have a Northface in my duffle bag and my Yankee heavy duty jacket." I rolled my eyes as I stuffed my makeup bag into my suitcase.

"Well, that's good. I am glad you like the Yankees." I shoved my Uggs onto my feet and a yawn slipped through my throat. My mom appeared at the top of the stairs with her six month belly sticking out. "You guys ready to go?" my mom was worried about her traveling in such conditions but her doctor approved of it just as long as she took it easy.

They were waiting to find out the sexes of the babies until they had them. I was getting to help pick out a few names and they were trying to make me feel apart of it, I think they thought I was ten with my first sibling coming.

"Yea," I said as I zipped my suitcase shut, Troy looked at me and then stood up as he was a grinning fool. "I'm ready!"

"I'm sure you are," my mom said as she rolled her eyes, Troy had come over to dinner with just his parents the night before to discuss our trip. We would be gone for three days, today, tomorrow, and would fly home early Sunday morning, it was late and on Thursday. We couldn't leave until now due to Troy having a baseball game tonight.

He didn't pitch so he played a little first base. I had to admit, Troy looked fantastic in baseball pants, and his butt looked hot. I fanned myself just thinking about him like that. Smiling out of no reason, Troy nudged my shoulder. "Why are you smiling?"

I snapped as I looked at him, "No reason," a blush crept up onto my cheek.

The Wildcats had won and were undrafted. Troy rolled my suitcase down the stairs and locked eyes with me. "Let's get out of here." I replied to him, he nodded, "Hell yea,"

Troy flashed his iPhone into my eyes. I yawned as I rested my head against the window. It was late and we were still on the plane. My mom was in some discomfort but she kept walking up and down the aisle to stretch her legs, to keep the blood flowing. They kept giving her water to drink for her to stay hydrated.

My mom was tired as the babies never stopped kicking or so she said, "Look, the Yankees are the team that is supposed to win it all." I nodded, "They say that every year." Troy smirked as he looked back down at the phone in his hands. I was supposed to be coming up with four baby names. Two boy's names and two girl's names but I was really tired. My parents were going to decide what to name them this weekend.

We had been flying for a little over two hours and had much less to go. I had written down names and scratched them out. My parents want to see what I could come up with and if they didn't like they they would bring out there own. Of course, I was holding a lot of pressure to figure out some amazing ones.

Troy shifted his legs and he looked uncomfortable, "For being flown by the Yankees, you would think we would get first class."

"Sorry friend, it must suck being six five," I remarked, he nodded and tried to crawl under his seat. I laughed as he slouched and shifted around before he finally rested his head onto my shoulder. Then the seat belt light turned on. "We are descending, please put your seatbelts on and you chairs upright." I clicked mine back into place as my mom sat back down.

Troy up righted his seat and then clicked back into place. I smiled as I was going to see my daddy. He was going to be there waiting for us like he always was. I grinned more and Troy noticed, "I may be excited but you have an even bigger reason to be excited."

"It's only been three weeks since last seeing him. I don't know what to do with myself. I miss him so much."

The plane took ten minutes to make it to the gate. My seatbelt flew off and I grabbed my backpack. My mom let me go and so did Troy as he was going to help my mom with her stuff. My mom knew I flew off the plane when I was going to see my dad; he was the only one I wanted to see. I pushed past people on the plane as I made it out of the long tunnel. My feet picked up pace as I exited the thing and my eyes scanned for my dad.

I tightened my backpack as I looked harder, trying to spot his tall first base figure. I then noticed the hat, followed by a pair of shades. I shrieked as I made a run for him. He was turned half way towards me and I ran straight into his body. His arms closed around me and I held onto his neck.

"Gabi," he breathed, I felt the knot tie in my throat, and he kissed my head and hugged me a little tighter. "I've missed you!" he exclaimed picking me up. Holding on tighter to his neck he kissed my temple.

I giggled as I looked him in the eye, "I missed you." I murmured his eyes looked at the gate as he saw Troy and my mom exit. "That was nice of him to help her." My dad commented.

"I know he is sweet." I said as I took a hold of my dad's hand like I was little again and I never wanted to let go. He weaved through the crowd to catch up with my mom. She felt a sigh of relief wash over her body as she caught sight of him. "Alex," she murmured softly as they embraced each other into a hug. They hugged for a minute and then he kissed him right on the lips.

I let go of my dad as I went to stand by Troy. My parents leaned down to kiss each other as my dad rubbed my moms stomach, "Holy shit, you have gotten big babe." My mom looked at him and his eyes widened, "As in baby, I think you are still gorgeous." She smiled and let her head borrow into his side. He put his arm around her waist as they walked towards the luggage area.

Troy walked with me as I yawned, "You keep yawning over and over."

"The flight was exhausting and long, I hate flying to New York." I told him as I caught his eye, Troy smiled and we walked closer to my parents. It took ten minutes to get our entire luggage and then we headed out to my dads black Escalade sitting in the nearby parking lot.

He tossed all of it in the back as he gave me another hug. "So you ready to go home?" I nodded into his chest and he kissed the top of my head once more. Even thought my experience in New York wasn't all that well, I loved the city. It will always be my favorite to visit.

I chewed on my lip softly as we drove through New York, Troy gawked at everything pointing stuff out and then we drove past Yankee stadium. "You live right by Yankee Stadium?" Troy whispered to me, I nodded, "Nice commute to work," he said, I giggled and I could see my dad glancing back in the rearview mirror. His brown eyes held curiosity and wonder before focusing back on the road.

When we pulled up to our apartment my dad shut off the car. The clock was itching towards midnight and he had to be at the club house early and if Troy wanted to meet players so did we. Glancing at Troy his smile spread to his ears and his eyes light up like crazy.

"You all head up to bed. I will get the entire luggage since you had a long flight. Gabi, make sure your mom is okay." I nodded as he was concerned; with twins it was rougher on her and him. I think he just wanted her to have the babies so he didn't have to worry about her all the time and feel bad for not being there.

Troy followed behide my mom and I was in front of her. We walked into the apartment to see it was deserted except for a few people working around the lobby. I guided Troy to the elevator and I pressed the up button. I knew this place like the back of my hand. I knew where I could hide when I got in fights with friends or just needed a quiet moment to myself.

It opened quickly and we all stepped on to the platform. The doors closed and I pressed fifteen. Troy looked at me, "Just wait until you see my view from my bedroom." I told him, he laughed and my mom looked down right exhausted. Her eyes fell close as she leaned back against the wall.

"Mom, we are going to work with dad tomorrow. So you can sleep in,"

"I was already a few steps ahead of you. It just seems to matter if I can get any sleep at all." With twins here belly was bigger than normal and she had twice the kicks to deal with. Once the elevator opened again I lead Troy down to the middle doors.

"These doors could not be more apart," Troy mumbled, "There are only four apartments on each level." Troy looked at me, "It's an expensive place," I told him, "some of the other Yankees live here." he nodded and I opened the door. The warm smell of vanilla drifted through my nose and I was already at ease.

Pictures hung on the walls and little furniture had survived the move but there was some new and old stuff. My mom quickly went off to her room wishing a goodnight. I lead Troy off to my bedroom across the way. I slipped my backpack off my shoulders as I pushed my bedroom door open. There wasn't much here from the move but there were sheets on the bed with some pictures hanging around.

"Go check it out," I motioned to him; he dropped his backpack and then gazed out the window. "A perfect view of Yankee stadium." He murmured as his fingers touched the cold glass. "When the games happen, all I can really see is the scoreboard and then I can hear the crowd." He smiled as he snapped a picture from his phone. "Its sometimes one of loudest places ever and I could hear the boos or whatever they are saying."

Troy collapsed onto the bed as he looked as worn out as me after all of the excitement wore off. "We have an early day tomorrow, we better started sleeping." I said yawning. I sat down on the bed and let my eyes flutter between open and closed. Troy rubbed my hand before retracting his arm away from mine. He flipped over again letting his back face me. My arms longed to hang around his waist.

I heard the door click open again and then shut. Something dropped against the floor and I knew it was my dad. The deadbolt locked and keys were tossed onto the counter. The same routine when he came home from every game. I knew it like no other because I waited for him to come in my room.

His feet padded towards my room and I faked sleeping. My door creaked open as he came over and kissed my forehead. "Night Gabi," I didn't respond I just laid there with my eyes closed. His hand stayed on my back and then he lifted himself off the bed. He would do the same thing every night if he came home late. If he had just gotten back from a long road trip he would wake me up and we would eat ice cream together. It was our routine."

The door clicked shut seconds later and I then opened my eyes. The room was blank but my dad was here. That is all that mattered to me.

I slipped on my Yankee's hoodie with Montez on the back with my dad's number. My hair was lying on my shoulders, "Gabi! Hurry up!" Troy yelled at me, he was anxious all morning. All he wanted to do was get to Yankee stadium. I finished by coating lip-gloss onto my lips as I hugged my shoulders. I grabbed my phone before exiting the room.

Troy grabbed my wrist and tugged me towards the door. "Come on, your dad bought you a coffee from this one place and its really good." He said taking a drink of his own. I smiled, "It's our little coffee shop he takes me to all the time." I said picking up the warm drink.

"Your dad bought you a warm one," he said, "That means it's a chilly day for baseball," I winked and then Troy grabbed his other jackets. "Alright guys, lets get out of here. Your mom knows we are leaving." My dad picked up his Yankees credential from the table.

"Did she get any sleep last night?" I asked as he opened the door. "Not much, one of the twins wouldn't stop kicking." I smiled softly as I knew she was in hell at the moment. "That sucks but let's go," I said pushing the two boys out the door. Troy was in a pair of jeans with a beanie. His Yankee shirt was on of my favorites, it was a soft navy blue with white lettering. It had my dad's picture on the back with his name over the top.

We got a cab to get to the stadium leaving the car for my mom so she didn't have to walk as far. My dad led us down into the tunnel when we met with one of the security guards. I pulled my badge out and my dad showed his.

"We need to get one for Troy Bolton," the guy nodded and then they took Troy's picture. They handed him a card and we all slipped them on. Only players could ask for cards unless authorized by somebody else, like a higher up power.

My dad lead us down the tunnels and then into the locker room. He opened the door and we all walked through. There weren't many guys here yet but there was some. My dad took Troy away from my side as he went to introduce him to many people. I sat down in his chair as I spun it around in circles. I loved the chairs.

"Gabriella," I looked up to see Nick looking at me, I got up and greeted him into a big hug. "Hi," I said to him as he squeezed me a little. I laughed as my dad came around with Troy. His face was lite up like a Christmas tree like he had met Jessica Alba.

"Gabi, these guys are amazing." Nick reached out a hand to meet Troy, "Gabi is this your boyfriend,"

"No, just a friend who loves baseball," I said. "Oh! This is the one with the video, kid; I want to see you bat." Troy blushed and looked down to his feet. "I'm not that good," Troy admitted, "Your swing looked good,"

"I think it may have been just a fluke." Troy admitted, "Two in a row?"

"Maybe two good ones."

"Sure…"

They chatted for a few more minutes until more people showed up. "I am going to grab a quick drink. I finished my coffee so I will be right back," I told me dad, "Okay, we are getting ready to head out to the fields." I nodded, "Okay."

I went out of the locker room and took a left. I reached into the water machine and grabbed the bottle of water sitting at the bottom. I hugged it to my chest and I then walked into the locker room to see it empty.

Walking out to the field Troy looked amazed. He was still standing in the dugout as I went up behide him. "Pretty surreal huh?"

"Take a picture please, this moment may never happen again." He said I rolled my eyes as I snapped a quick picture of him. I then joined in as batting practice started to take place on the field. Some of the pitchers were back in the bullpen. I took a step up and then I reached my hand out to Troy.

"Come on, I have something to show you." I said as he leaped onto the field. His phone began to blow up as I knew he was sending text messages to his jealous friends. They said they would all be up waiting for the text messages waiting for this moment, the inside look.

I held out my hand as my dad stride across the field. He slapped it and then Troy and I kept walking. "Where are you taking me?" he asked as we walked the border of the field.

"I am taking you to ever pitchers dream," I said as we cornered the bullpen. "What?" his shocked face showed it all, "You are taking me to the bullpen? Like a real major league bullpen?" I nodded as I smiled at him. He picked me up and swung me around, "You are the best!" he shouted, I laughed as we approached the gate.

They let us in and Troy's eyes widen, "Is that the new young pitcher Dellin?" I had yet to meet this guy once, "Dellin," I said waving at him, "Alex's daughter right?" I nodded, "This is my friend Troy, who is an upcoming pitcher." I introduced the two. "Would you like to play some catch?"

I thought Troy was going to pass out. "Uh, yea, I mean yes!" Troy stammered, "Left or right?" he asked him, "Left," Troy said, I looked at him, "You're a lefty?"

"Only in baseball, I am a switch hitter too." Dellin passed him a glove and Troy caught it with ease before slipping it onto his hand. Dellin lobbed the solid white ball towards him and he caught it with easy. Troy extended his arm back to give it back to him. "So you pitch?"

"Yea," Troy said, "What's your best pitch," the ball flattened in the glove again, "Fastball,"

"So you're a starter or a reliever?" Troy licked his lips as he let the ball lift from his fingers again, "Starter," the two went on carrying a conversation. I start down near the corner before Alex walked up to me. "Little Montez," Alex smirked.

"I won't be the little one anymore," I said looking up at him, "Yea, your dad is a nervous wreck. He acts like he never raised a kid." I laughed as I slide up against the wall until I was standing, my eyes focused on Troy as he laughed at something Dellin had said. His Yankees hat, which I had never seen, was pulled off to the side.

"Are you excited?" I nodded, "I have always wanted a little brother or sister. Now, I may get both." He laughed, "Your dad also said you were getting to pick out the names that are pretty cool."

"They said they would take my into consideration. I won't know there real names until they are born. Losers right?" he nodded laughing, "Yea, your dad is a major loser."

Troy glanced over his shoulder as he was still playing catch with Dellin. "Gabi, you don't have to stick around, I am perfectly fine."

"Oh trust me Troy, I know you aren't going anywhere plus I'm talking," I told him, he nodded before paying full attention to Dellin. "Boyfriend?" I shook my head, "Best friend is more like it,"

"Best friend as in boyfriend best friend or just your best friend?" he asked, I looked at him confused, "Just my best friend, not strings attached." He nodded crossing his arms over his chest. "Good. I don't want to have to go talk to the kid. He looks like a badass player."

"Would you really go and talk to him?"

"I wouldn't let him hurt you?" my head nodded as I thought a million different things.

"You ready for this big day?" I asked him, "It isn't my first,"

"And it better not be your last," I gave him a smile and he nodded, "How are the kids?"

"Great," he said, my dad opened the bullpen and then looked over at Troy, "We have a couple of minutes. Troy, do you want to go hit a few?" Troy looked at me and I gave him a shrug, "I think I have said it already, you are the best." I giggled as he ran after my dad towards the batting box. My dad handed him a bat and he kicked the dirt around a little bit.

"He seems like a great kid,"

"A great kid who has a big dream," I told him, "If he keeps the focus I see then he will, when does he graduate?" I bit my lip, "next year,"

"He has a lot to learn but that's what the minors are for." I grinned and then we both left the bullpen. Dellin, looked at me, "He has talent." I then heard the familiar pop of the bat. I turned to see Troy had hit one to right field. A straight line bullet, "I know, he has a lot of talent."

Troy sat at the edge of his seat. The Yankees were down by two in the bottom of the 8th. My mom was watching eagerly as my dad came up to the plate. I felt my stomach knot as the last time he was hit in the shoulder. A trainer was called but he toughed it out.

The White Sox pitcher tossed the ball before winding up and throwing the pitch. The play whizzed by my dad for strike one. The guys on first and second lunged off the bases with there hands out. My mom rubbed her stomach, "Come on babies, and give daddy some good luck." We were sitting in the first row behide the dug out. He looked our way as he winked. He swung the bat before the pitcher winded up.

I watched him as he planted his foot into the ground and he stroked his arms back and powered through the ball. The pop of the bat sounding familiar to Troy's but louder as the fans screamed. It curved its way down the left side of the fence and dropped in the deep corner, fair territory. Troy and I jumped up screaming as the guys on first and second advanced to scores.

My dad rounded Secord and they were calling him towards third. They gave him the slide sign as the ball approached the third basemen. He slide feet first and bounced back up on the base as the umpire singled safe. I jumped up and down adjusting my Northface beanie. Troy clapped above his head as my dad pointed to us. I waved at him and I settled back into my seat. The game was tied.

The next two guys came up and strike out fouling off balls. I rubbed my arms as a chill swept through me. "Do you need my jacket?" Troy asked looking at me, "I'm fine," my Goosebumps rose and Troy shook off his first layer jacket.

"Here, take it." I took it and slung it over my shoulder. "Thanks," I said, Alex was on deck and he looked at us. I shot him a look and then he looked at my dad. His eyes were deep brown with a long look. I can't believe this.

Nick strike out leaving my dad stranded on third. As he tore off his batting gloves and tossing them into his helmet he handed it over to the third base coach. He talked to them for a minute and then Rodriguez handed him his glove and the baseball. He tossed it back as he jogged over to first base.

He caught the ball coming from third and then went over to shortstop. They just had to hold them here and then maybe score the next inning. I chewed down on my lip as I watched them play fluid baseball. I closed my eyes praying as they had a guy on first. I wanted there season to start out right.

My dad and he talked and hopefully he was telling them not to move. There were two outs and there were two balls on the guy. I closed my eyes as I tried to let go of all nerves inside.

I heard cheering and then I opened my eyes to see a popup. I let out a sigh of relief as they disappeared into the dugout. Alex was up next and he was quick out of the dugout taking practice swings. My dad stood at the edge of the gate and then he looked over towards us.

"Having fun?" I nodded towards him and buried my arms into the jacket. I crossed my fingers hoping that Alex would just end this game here. I yawned and I was ready to crash. I let my head fall onto Troy's shoulder, "You tired already?" I nodded, "You woke me up like five times last night." He couldn't help but smile, "I know I'm sorry, I was really excited." I nodded as my eyes drifted close and I heard the scream of fans. Troy jumped up and then I looked at the back fence as soon as the ball sailed over. The team emerged from the dugout greet Alex at the center plate.

The dog piled him giving hugs before they all backed off and gave high-fives. Troy and I both stood up while my mom groaned softly. "These babies are the pain in my ass," she mumbled while she put her hand on her stomach. We were instructed to go down on the field and into the club house.

My dad meets us at the door, I yawned and my dad noticed. "You guys head back okay? Get a nap in or whatever." He said to us, I gave him a hug and congratulated him. He hugged my mom and then kissed her belly before shaking Troy's hand.

We walked out of the stadium to the car while Troy got into the drivers seat. "I'll drive." He said to us, my mom got in the passenger seat and then I got in the back.

"I had a great time," Troy commented, "I had a fantastic time to." I said my mom rested her head against the head rest. "It was fun but it would have been fun if I could have had a beer."

I giggled and shook my head, "I love you mom."

I rolled over from my nap to see Troy still sleeping. It was seven thirty that night and I sat up rubbing my eyes. I tossed my blankets off to the side and fixed my sweatpants.

I looked at my hair and decided I didn't care. I was way too tired. I heard the TV on as I opened up the door to my room. I padded down the hallway and towards my parents who were both lying on the couch. I emerged and my dad laughed, "Did you just wake up or did you fix your hair that way?"

"Ha-ha, so funny." I murmured as I collapsed on one of the chairs. "I'm guess Troy is still sleeping," I yawned and nodded my head, "You were both wiped out. I went in there to talk to you but neither of you would nudge."

"Troy had one exciting day and kept waking me up last night." I laid my head on my knees as I folded them against my chest. "So we need to talk about these babies names." I perked my head up a tad and I looked at them. "I have four."

"Four?" my dad asked, "Two boys and two girls," I said, as I stretched out my yawn. I pulled my feet up to chest as I wrapped my arms around my knees. "Well let's have at them," my nose stifled and I looked at them. "My first one is Sofia Nevaeh. I saw the two names and thought they were beautiful." I shrugged my shoulders as my parents looked at each other.

"Interesting, go on," my dad said, "Lillian Paige, Paige after grandma," I spoke over towards my dad. He smiled and looked down n his lap. "That's cute,"

"One of my boys' names is Cameron Levi," my mom looked up at me as I had chosen her dad's name. Levi, "I know, I used your dads. It worked really well with Cameron and it was adorable. I loved it." I remarked letting a smirk come over my face. "Yet, I think dad will really like this one. Wesley Alexander," my dad laughed and snorted, "I did like that one."

"They were all great Gabi; I will let you know about them once the babies our born." I rolled my eyes and I snuggled back into the couch but my dad patted the spot next to him. I got up and I went over to him. He pulled me down and I rested my head onto his shoulder. He kissed my forehead and I let my eyes rest again.

"I love you Gabi," he whispered into my ear, "I love you too daddy,"

Holy Crap! You can blame the late update on me! I am sooo sorry! I completely forgot about it until my best friend, Katlin, text me reminding me that I was supposed to update today. Whew, I mean I forgot. Nothing would have reminded me. Today was pretty busy as I wasn't home but at a baseball game but I should have remembered. So, I hope you can all forgive me as I have another hour left of this Sunday.

I hope you all liked the chapter! Sorry for any mistakes!

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