Before I begin, I would like to say thank you to ranimohd91 for helping me get this chapter started. If

I didn't have help, this story would probably be on hiatus right now.

Months had gone by, making it early in the month of March. Gabriella was on the sofa in the living room read-

ing a good book. Suddenly, she felt sharp pains in her stomach. "TROY!" she yelled, standing up and running

outside, where her husband was watching the twins play on the swing set. "TROY!"

"Yeah, baby girl?" Troy asked, turning to look at his wife.

"The baby," Gabriella said in panicked tone.

"Kids, let's go," Troy called. "You have to go to Grandpa and Grandma's house."

"Why?" Brie questioned.

"Just go to the car and get in! Daddy has to take Mommy to the hospital," Troy instructed as he led Gabriella

to the car and helped her in.

Little Troy and Brie climbed into their seats. "Why is Mommy going to the hospital?" they both wondered.

"She's gonna have her baby," Troy explained, pulling out of the driveway.

Gabriella moaned in pain.

"Honey, are you okay?" Troy asked worriedly.

"It hurts," Gabriella answered. "Really bad."

"I wish I could make it better," Troy told her.

"IT'S GONNA BE REAL SOON!" Gabriella screamed.

"Can you wait until we get to the hospital?"

"I don't know."

Troy immediately turned the car around. "We're going back home. You can't have a baby in the car."

"I wanna go to Gwandpa and Gwandma's!" little Troy whined.

"Too bad," Troy told his son.

"IT HURTS!" Gabriella screamed.

"We're almost home," Troy soothed.

"I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO!"

"When we get home, go in our room and lie down on the bed."

"I wanna go to Gwandpa and Gwandma's," little Troy complained again.

"SHUT UP!" Troy yelled angrily as he hurriedly pulled into the driveway of his family's house.

Gabriella got out of the car and rushed inside the house, thankful that the door had accidentally been left un-

locked.

"Okay, kids, I want you to stay downstairs and be good," Troy instructed the twins after both of them and him

were inside. "In a minute, I'll call Grandpa and Grandma to come over and pick you up." He then ran upstairs and

into the room he shared with Gabriella, shutting the door behind him.

"Do you know what you're doing?" Gabriella asked, seeing her husband.

"No," Troy replied truthfully before grabbing his cell phone and dialing 911. When someone answered, he ex-

plained what was going on. After he was assured an ambulance would be sent out right away, he hung up and

called his parents to ask it they could come get the kids. Their answer was yes.

"SHE'S COMING!" Gabriella screamed. "OW! OW!"

"It'll be alright," Troy said in a comforting tone.

A minute later, a baby girl was lying on the bed crying. Troy grabbed a blanket, wrapped her in it, then handed

her to Gabriella.

Gabriella smiled as she held her new daughter in her arms. "She's wonderful."

Troy sat on the edge of the bed next to his wife and kissed her cheek. "I'm proud of you."

Gabriella put her head on Troy's shoulder. "I'm proud of you, too. You handled this very well."

"Are you tired?"

Gabriella yawned and nodded sleepily. Having a baby was hard work.

"Can I hold our daughter?"

"Sure." Gabriella handed her baby to Troy.

"She has your nose," Troy commented.

"But it looks like she has your hair and eye color," Gabriella pointed out.

"Yeah," Troy agreed. "I wonder if she'll get curls or not once her hair grows out."

"We'll just have to wait and see."

At that moment, the doorbell rang. "I'll go get it," Troy told is wife, handing the baby back to her. He then

rushed downstairs and opened the front door. It was his parents.

"Is everything okay?" Mrs. Bolton asked.

"Yeah," Troy answered. "Gabby just had the baby a few minutes ago."

"Did it go okay?"

Troy nodded.

"Where are Troy and Brie?" Mr. Bolton wondered.

"Right in the living room," Troy replied. Then he called, "Kids! Get your shoes on! Grandpa and Grandma are

here!"

Little Troy and Brie ran to get their shoes, then, after putting them on, hurried outside.

"Gabriella and I will pick them up in about an hour," Troy told his parents.

"Okay," Mr. Bolton said.

Just then, the ambulance pulled up to the house.

"Big twuck!" little Troy yelled.

"Yeah," Troy agreed. "Now go with Grandpa and Grandma."

The kids followed their grandparents to their car while the doctor came to the door. "Hi," he greeted. "Are you

Troy Bolton?"

Troy nodded.

"Alright. Well I'll get your wife checked out on the way to the hospital," the doctor said. "Where is she?"

"In our bedroom. You can come in."

The doctor went inside and followed Troy upstairs to see Gabriella. "Do you feel okay?" he asked her.

"Yeah, I feel fine," Gabriella answered.

"Well I just want you to come to the hospital to get checked out. I have the ambulance out front with a couple

more doctors waiting in it. You'd better ride in there just in case something happens."

"What about my baby?" Gabriella wondered.

"You can bring your baby."

"Can Troy come, too?"

"If he takes his car instead of the ambulance."

Gabriella looked very disappointed and a little scared. She had never rode in an ambulance before. She didn't

know what to expect at all. Her little daughter still needed to be dressed and fed, and she felt like she needed to

get changed; the maternity clothing that was on her body felt way too big and kind of dirty from giving birth.

"Could I please have a minute to get changed, dress my baby, and get a bottle ready?"

"You can bring your stuff in the ambulance and do it in there," was the doctor's reply.

Gabriella's mouth opened wide in shock. There was no way she was going to get changed in front of a bunch

of doctors. And she desperately needed to put at least a diaper on her daughter-she would probably have to go to

the bathroom any minute.

"You know what," Troy began in a firm voice as he faced the doctor, "How would you feel if someone asked

your wife to get changed with strange men around? She's fine. It's not an urgent emergency. There's no reason for

that."

"I don't have a wife," the doctor answered rudely. "And she needs to go now. There's no time to worry about

whether or not she has privacy. She'll have to live with it."

"You leave my house right now," Troy ordered. "And I'm reporting you to the hospital manager. Not letting

me go in the ambulance with her and disrespecting her privacy is ridiculous."

"But you called for doctors to come out."

"Yes, I did. But I didn't know a doctor who didn't respect anyone's privacy would come. I'm the only one who's

allowed to see my wife while she's getting changed. You're just....disgusting. GET OUT OF MY HOUSE NOW."

"I'll send you the bill." With that, the doctor hurried out of the house.

Troy rolled his eyes. "The stupid idiot," he mumbled. "I shouldn't owe you half a penny."

"Can you get a diaper?" Gabriella requested.

"Sure, baby girl," Troy replied, pressing a quick kiss onto his wife's nose before hurrying to grab the needed

item. After he got it, he gave it to Gabriella. "After you get all ready, I'll take you to the hospital myself-just to

be positive you're alright."

"Thanks, Wildcat," Gabriella said as she began putting the diaper on her baby.

"You're welcome," Troy told her.

"Can I have an outfit for her, too?" Gabriella asked.

"Of course." Troy left the room and came back a minute later with a pink top made of soft material along with

matching pants.

After Gabriella got her baby dressed, she changed her clothes, then announced, "I'm ready to go."

"What's your daughter's name?" a nurse asked Gabriella. She was at the hospital, and it was time to fill out the

birth certificate.

"Julliette Bolton. And my husband and I would like to spell Julliette J-U-L-L-I-E-T-T-E," Gabriella replied.

"Okay," the nurse said, writing the name down on a paper. "And she was born this evening, right?"

Gabriella nodded. "Yes."

"Alright, well thanks." The nurse then left the room.

"Honey, is it okay if I go pick up the kids from my parents' house and bring them here?" Troy asked his wife.

"Sure. Just make sure they-especially Troy-know not to hit Julliette."

"I will," Troy promised. "I'll see you in a little bit." He pressed his lips onto Gabriella's in a good-bye kiss.

Gabriella kissed Troy back. "I'll see you."

Troy then walked out of the room and accidentally ran into someone. "Sorry," he apologized.

"Troy?"

Troy looked at the person he had just bumped into and reconized Zeke. "Zeke, what are you doing here?"

"Sharpay had her baby this morning," Zeke answered.

"Oh, really? Gabby had hers."

"I now have a son named James."

"I have a daughter named Julliette."

"Cool."

"Well, I'd better go. I have to pick up Troy and Brie from my mom and dad's house," Troy told his friend.

"Alright, well I'll see you later," Zeke said. "Bye."

"Bye."

"Okay, kids," Troy began as he walked into the hospital with the twins. "Now I want you to be nice to both

Mommy and your new sister. No hitting, yelling, or throwing things. Do you hear?"

"Yeah," Brie said.

Little Troy didn't answer.

"Troy, do you hear what Daddy said?"

"Yeah," little Troy answered.

"I mean that. If you hit or hurt your sister-or Mommy-you're gonna have to have a very long time out."

"Okay."

Troy led the kids into Gabriella's hospital room, where she was holding a crying Julliette.

"The baby's too loud!" Brie complained.

"She's a stupid baby," little Troy added.

"Her name's Julliette," Troy informed his son and oldest daughter. "And you need to be nice."

"Stupid baby, stupid baby," little Troy teased.

"Troy! Sit down now and be quiet," Troy ordered his son.

Little Troy sat down in a chair that was located in the corner of the hospital room.

"Thank you," Troy told his son. Then, turning toward Gabriella, he said, "Oh, guess what? Sharpay had her

baby today, too. I saw Zeke when I was leaving to get the kids."

"She did?" Gabriella asked in surprise. "Was it a girl or boy?"

"Boy. They named him James."

"That's a coincedence that we both had our babies on the same day."

"I know." Troy sat on the edge of the bed next to Gabriella and kissed her cheek.

Gabriella smiled and kissed her husband's cheek in return, then grabbed the full baby bottle off the small table

that was next to her and offered it to Julliette, stopped crying and began drinking it hungrily.

"Julliette's being quiet now," Brie commented.

"Yeah, do you wanna come over to Mommy's bed and look at her?" Troy asked.

Brie nodded and skipped over to see her little sister. "Can I hold her?" she asked her mother.

"No, not now," Gabriella answered. "She's eating. But when she's done, you can sit next to Mommy and Dad-

dy will help you hold her in your lap, okay?"

"Yay!" Brie exclaimed excitedly.

Just then, little Troy walked over to where the rest of his family was gathered. "I wanna hold her, too."

"If you do, you have to be very gentle," Troy cautioned his son. "And not hit her."

"She's a baby! I wouldn't hit her," little Troy assured his dad.

"Okay," Troy said, surprised at his son's sudden attitude change. "I'm glad." Then, he thought about how lucky

he was to have three kids and a sweet, loving wife. His life couldn't be any better.