Troy Bolton leaned back in the overstuffed arm chair and closed his eyes. The echoing sounds of the children's joyful yells bounced off the wall. The arguing voices of women filtered through the kitchen, and the yells of the men beside Troy made him smile. It was Thanksgiving, probably his favorite holiday.

Oh yeah. Lots of Turkey.

Troy opened his eyes and sat up. Chad, Jason, and Zeke stood up, jumped up and down, and screamed at the top of their lungs.

"GO, GO, GO!!!!" They pointed at the TV and jumped up and down. "YES! WHHOOOOHOOO!!!!"

"Excited, aren't you?" Taylor shouted from the kitchen. They stopped jumping and sat down, looking slightly embarrassed. Chad recovered first and leaned back on the couch.

"Dude, why don't they have Thanksgiving basketball?" Chad asked. Troy shrugged his shoulders and stood up, then stretched his arms. He made his way into the kitchen and walked up to the counter where the huge turkey was laying. He reached out and managed to knick a piece before his wife slapped his fingers away.

"Wait until we put it on the table," Gabriella Bolton said playfully.

"Aw… but I'm so hungry," Troy moaned, turning on the puppy dog eyes.

"Here," Gabriella tossed her husband a few mini carrots. "Eat this."

"Rabbit food," he muttered. But, despite his opinion, he bit into the carrot and chewed it.

Just then, a blonde blur ran past him. "Hey! Whoa!" Troy said, swooping the blonde blur up into his arms.

"Hi Daddy," the oldest Bolton child said.

"What's up, JJ?" Troy said to his four year old son.

The young boy wrinkled his nose. "I hate that name," he muttered.

"Blame your Uncle Chad. He gave you that nickname," Gabriella butted in. Jack Junior wiggled free of his father's arms and ran into the living room, screaming Chad's name.

"You know that Chad's gonna get pissed at you," Troy said with a smile.

"Serves him right," Gabriella shot back. "That's what he gets for putting my youngest child on a sugar high last week. I couldn't get her to sleep!"

Troy chuckled and looked around. "Where is Izzy, anyway?" The two year old Bolton girl seemed to be missing from the Bolton, Danforth, Evans, Baylor, and Cross clan.

"She's out back with Danny-Lynn, Preston, and Payton," Sharpay shouted out.

"Thanks Shar!" Troy called out. He walked out to the large Danforth backyard and watched as his youngest, the youngest Baylor, the youngest Evans, and the youngest Danforth ran around the yard, chasing each other. He smiled and leaned against the doorway, watching them. Suddenly, Isabella spotted her father and trampled up on the deck.

"Daddy!" she shouted, hugging his leg.

"Hey Princess!" Troy swung her up into his arms as he had done with Jack. "Are you having fun?"

"Yeah!" She kicked her legs in an attempt to get down. Troy chuckled and set his dark-haired rocket on the ground, and she shot off back to her friends.

Two arms snaked around Troy's waist and a chin rested on his shoulder.

"What'cha looking at?" Gabriella's said.

Troy smiled and turned around. "The kids," he said. "My family, my beautiful wife."

Gabriella lightly smacked his arm. "You suck up. You just want a kiss."

Troy waggled his eyebrows. "Do I get one?"

Gabriella raised an eyebrow. "Maybe." She leaned up and kissed him. "Does that satisfy you?"

"Maybe." Troy leaned in and kissed her again, this time making the kiss deeper.

"The turkey's ready!" Taylor's voice interrupted the kiss. They sighed and pulled apart.

"Taylor," Gabriella said. "You've been hanging around Chad way too much."

Taylor smirked and turned away, walking back into the dining room. Troy pouted.

"She did that on purpose," he accused. Gabriella kissed him softly.

"We'll finish this later tonight," she whispered. She turned around and walked into the dining room, swinging her hips playfully.

Troy shook his head and called the kids in. They raced in and Troy shut the door behind them. He found his seat next to Gabriella and pulled his chair in. He surveyed the table.

Directly across from him were his children, Jack and Isabella. Next to them were the Baylor children: three year old Tyler and two year old Danny-Lynn. Next to them were the Cross children: three year old Julia and one year old Benjamin. At the end were the Evans children: four year old Preston, and three year old Katherine. On the opposite end were the Danforth children: four year old Logan, three year old Alan, and two year old Payton. The parents were intermixed with their children.

Ryan scooted over so his wife could put the mashed potatoes next to the turkey.

"Thanks, babe," Maddie said, giving him a quick kiss. Ryan returned it.

"Anytime." He turned and began to talk to Chad. Jason was talking to Zeke, and that left Troy to observe once more. Sharpay and Maddie had already gotten into a heated debate about what tasted better: mashed potatoes or sweet potatoes. Taylor, Kelsi, and Gabriella were talking about the latest season of Lost. Troy smiled and closed his eyes.

Suddenly, he felt someone nudging him in the side. "Gravy?" Gabriella had broken off from the conversation and was now holding out the gravy container.

Troy nodded. "Sure." He took the spoon and began to scoop out the gravy, when, suddenly, Gabriella's voice cut through the air.

"Izzy! Put the potatoes down. Now." Troy turned to see his daughter holding up a handful of mashed potatoes and aiming for Logan's afro. She smirked at her mother before launching the potatoes into Logan's hair.

Logan's head snapped up, a piece of turkey hanging from his mouth. "Hey!" he shouted, glaring at Isabella. She stuck her tongue out at him and returned to eating her food, but a piece of cranberry sauce slapped her in the face.

"Logan Troy Danforth! We do not throw food at our cousins!" Taylor shouted, reaching over to remove the cranberry sauce for Isabella's plate.

"She started it!" Logan pouted. His mother opened her mouth to scold him some more, but a piece of turkey hit Logan right in the face. Isabella tried to put on her best innocent face, but failed miserably. Her blue eyes were flashing with mischief.

"That's it!" Logan yelled. He scooped up a handful of corn and threw it, but missed and hit Jack. Jack didn't waste any time in throwing some sweet potatoes, but he missed. He hit Payton instead. Soon, a large food fight broke out, and the parents watched their children in amazement. Troy got an idea. He scooped up some mashed potatoes…

…and splattered it on his wife's head.

Her eyes went wide she gasped, and then turned towards Troy. "Oh, you're gonna get it, Bolton," Gabriella growled. The next thing he knew, a pie was right in his face. The adults joined in on the food fight, and pretty soon the whole Danforth dining room was covered in Thanksgiving food. Gabriella kissed Troy and smiled. She pulled back, watching Isabella climb up onto the table and pelt everyone with food.

"She's definitely your daughter," she said to Troy.

"I don't know," Troy replied. "She has her mother's attitude."

"She has your aim," Gabriella retorted.

"You're daughter is going to make a great basketball player!" Chad announced, picking a piece of turkey out of his hair. The table erupted in laughs, and then food was flying again.

The memory of what happened in Boston was distant now; had been for the past five years. Every now and then, though, they went to the Tipton… just as a reminder. Family never truly left you. No matter what they did or what they're going to do. They all learned that a long time ago.

Suddenly, a piece of turkey hit Troy in the face.

Oh yeah. Thanksgiving was his favorite holiday.

Author's Note: I managed to reach over 1000 with my pointless fluff… hoped you liked it! This is the end of Breaking Point… thank you to everyone who reviewed and stuck with the story all the way. You know who you are!