Waited:
Chapter Eleven
His parents. They were going to meet with his parents today, to tell them about their baby and their marriage.
"If I remember correctly, your father was never very fond of me." She said quietly, trying to find any way possible that she could get out of this.
"Brie, you've met him before and he doesn't hate you. He just….believes differently than I do." He comforted, wrapped his toned arms around her waist from behind as he set his chin on her shoulder.
She sighed. "I know…" she mumbled.
Mr. Bolton was a, control freak. Yeah….that's a good term for him. He would always tell Troy "The man should always be in charge, Troy. The woman should be grateful for him. Remember that…"
"Do it for me?" he pleaded. He kissed her neck…
Damn. He knows he gives me no choice when he does that… she thought.
"Fine." She grunted before she turned around and kissed him.
"But you know what will happen if he and I are in the same room alone." She said.
He chuckled. "I'll be sure to tell mom to hide all the knives and sharp objects." He replied, kissing her forehead before offering her his hand.
She took it and they walked out to the car, got in, and prayed that everything would go smoothly.
The two had figured that ever since their engagement, they had really been left out of the loop as far as the pregnancy. So in turn…they would be the first to know about their engagement.
Gabriella's hand was laced with Troy's, and both of their hands were sitting on her knee. She had dreaded all morning about this. But they should know due to the fact that they would be her in-laws.
(A/N: I know…I'm rushing a little, but I have to get there sometime. :D)
Gabriella sighed heavily as Troy put the car in park. She refused to get out of the car.
"Brie…come on." He tried.
She looked over at him, pouting and using puppy dog eyes.
"Brie." He warned, forcefully yet softly.
"Fine…." She grunted as she got out.
"But if you leave me at all today…I won't be able to restrain myself." She mumbled right before Mrs. Bolton answered the door. Her face instantly lit up with a smile at the sight of Mrs. Bolton.
As much as Troy's father stressed the fact of 'the man being in charge', there truly was a love between Jackie, Mrs. Bolton, and him (Jack).
Gabriella was enveloped in a hug by Mrs. Bolton.
"Troy told me he was bringing a friend over…I didn't know it was you though! Oh! It's so great to see you!" she exclaimed.
Troy kissed his mom on the cheek and hugged her.
"Come in! Come in!" she said as Troy put his hand on the small of Gabriella's back, ushering her inside.
"Jack!" She called. "You won't believe who's here!" she exclaimed, roaming the whole floor, looking for him.
"Ah…..Troy!" Mr. Bolton said as he welcomed him with a sturdy handshake.
"Hey Dad." He greeted.
"Gabriella?" he asked. She nodded meekly.
"It's great to see you again." She said, cracking a smile.
"Mmhmm." He answered before her dismissed himself to see what his wife was up to.
Gabriella's mouth dropped. She tried to be polite, but nooooo he would have nothing of it.
"Hey…" Troy said, standing in front of her. "…retract the claws and try to enjoy yourself." He said.
"Rawr." She mumbled.
He laughed and kissed her forehead.
"C'mon…" he said, offering his hand which she semi-happily accepted.
"Did he just leave you two out here?" Jackie asked the couple.
Troy nodded. "You know him…" he said. She nodded.
"Sometimes I just don't understand him." She thought aloud.
"Me neither…" Gabriella said. Troy squeezed her hand.
"Well come on then…might as well start dinner." She said.
"Jack…!" she called.
"Yeah?" he asked, walking back into the room.
"We're going to start dinner, come on." She said as she led the three of them into the kitchen which was very spacious.
"Let the games begin." Gabriella whispered as she sat down. Troy gave her a warning glance.
He bent down. Do I need to take your knife and fork away?" he asked playfully. She glared at him.
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Lunch went by quickly, and peacefully. Troy and Gabriella had held hands underneath the table the whole time.
Mr. and Mrs. Bolton were oblivious to the two's affections towards each other. Let alone their engagement.
The four of them were sitting in the living room.
"Would you like anything to drink Gabriella? Wine? Anything?" Mrs. Bolton offered.
"No thank you." She said.
She handed Mr. Bolton his small glass of whiskey.
"So how's life for you Gabriella?" Mrs. Bolton asked.
"Well….that's part of the reason why we came today…" she said.
Troy squeezed her hand slightly.
"What's going on?" Mr. Bolton asked curiously.
"Well, there's two things." Troy started.
"Ok….."Mrs. Bolton said, urging them on.
"The first thing…is that I'm pregnant." Gabriella said after taking a deep breath.
"Oh!" Mrs. Bolton squealed. She was going to be a Grandma! Mr. Bolton was also happy; he just covered it up, sensing that there was something else.
"We're engaged." Troy blurted out the second part.
Mrs. Bolton took a sharp intake of breath. "Oh my goodness! Congratulations you two!" she said, the three of them got up, and shared hugs. Mr. Bolton stayed seated.
"Troy? Can we talk in private please?" he asked. Troy nodded.
Gabriella and Mrs. Bolton watched them walk off.
"Well, I think we both know that's not good." Gabriella said.
Mrs. Bolton nodded in agreement.
"I'm afraid so." She said. "I'm afraid so." She repeated.
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"So you're marrying Gabriella?" Mr. Bolton asked his son.
"Yes. I love her, dad." He answered confidently.
"Don't you think you could've done better?" he asked Troy harshly.
"Excuse me?" Troy asked, shocked that even his own father would ask such a thing.
"She just doesn't seem right for you, son." He answered bluntly as he sipped his whiskey.
"I think I'll be the judge of that." Troy answered harshly.
"But she's so…." He trailed off. "…I don't know…plain I guess." He finished off, like it was nothing. Like she was nothing.
Gabriella felt horrible. Was that what Mr. Bolton really thought of her? She felt tears prick her eyes. He reminded her so much of her deceased husband…attitude wise.
"I can't BELIEVE you even have the guts to say that about her dad!" Troy exclaimed.
"I'm simply stating facts, son." He said as he finished off his whiskey.
Troy rolled his eyes before looking at the floor.
"I knew you were low…but not that low." He said.
Gabriella excused herself and walked briskly out the front door, tears gently rolling down her small face.
"What do you meanlow? I'm not low." He defended himself.
"You know what…I'm leaving." Troy said as he walked out of the room to find his mother by herself in the living room.
"Where-"she cut him off.
"She's ran outside." She answered.
"Shit…" he cursed quietly as he ran out the front door looking for her.
He walked; well more like ran, around the large neighborhood looking for her.
He saw her sitting against a large tree looking out on a lake.
"Thank god." He said as he walked towards her.
She looked up and saw him walking towards him. She wiped her tears away quickly. He took notice of that movement.
I really hate that man right now… he thought as he finally got to Gabriella.
Troy approached her.
"Brie?" he asked softly. She sniffled lightly.
"Yeah?" she whispered.
"Will you be alright?" he asked her. She stood up and looked him in the eye.
"Am I really…'plain'?" she asked seriously.
"God no Brie!" he exclaimed, resting his hands on her upper arms. "Not at all! I hope you didn't believe a word he said." He continued.
"I did." She said, looking down. He pulled her into him and kissed her head.
"Well don't." he said quietly.
He felt her nod against him and tightened his grip around her.
"I'm sorry…I shouldn't have made you go. If I would've known…" he said, looking her in the eye. Brown meeting blue.
"Troy…they had to know…I'm just glad you were there with me." She whispered.
He kissed her on the lips before she hugged him tight.
"Come on, let's go home." He whispered as she pulled away. She nodded and he pulled her close. She leaned into him, his arm around her waist. She felt it tighten as they neared the car again.
Mr. Bolton was looking out the window…Troy caught his eyes and sent a light glare at him.
He helped Gabriella into the car and got into the other side, pulled out and drove back home.
When they got home, it was nine at night, and needless to say, Gabriella was wiped.
She was the first up the stairs and quickly and silently changed into her pajamas, Troy the same.
Gabriella didn't say anything for the rest of the night, for the moment her head hit the pillow, she was sound asleep.