Author's Note: Hey guys! Hopefully, I didn't keep you guys waiting for too long. Don't worry, this chapter isn't a filler or whatever like the last, it's a little more interesting...yeah. :) anyways, hahaha. Thanks for the reviews! They're great :)

"Gabby! Baby, I missed you so much!" Clara Montez cried as she saw her petite daughter come through the front door. She threw her arms around her and held her close as they both smiled happily. "How are you?" she said, as the two rocked back and forth, before they released each other.

"I'm good, how are you?" she said, holding her mother's hand. She smiled so much once she saw her mother, her cheeks began to hurt.

A smiled appeared on her mother's soft face. "I'm doing good. Look at you," she said, touching Gabriella's hair. "You look wonderful," she said, with a smile.

"As do you, mother." She laughed. "This place hasn't changed," she said, looking around the house.

Clara smiled. "Good, I didn't want it like that,"

Isabelle ran up the pavement, hopped up the stairs before the front door, and flew into her Grandmother's arms. "Graaandmaa!" she cried, wrapping her arms around Clara's neck. "Guess what?" she said.

Clara smiled and looked at her. "What?"

"W-well, M-Mama a-and Uncle T-Troy, a-and me, we went on a plane! It h-had food a-and cool s-stuff." She said, nodding her head excitedly.

Clara laughed. "Well, isn't that something?" she said, laughing at them.

Troy, walked into the house, with all the luggage around his arms. He place them on the ground and let out a tired sigh.

"Well, that would be your workout for today," Clara laughed. "Come here, Troy," she said, hugging him as she tried to balance Isabella. "How are you?" she said, once they released.

"I'm doing good." He said, with a nod. "How are you?"

"Great. Great." She said, with a smile. "Put all your stuff away," she directed the two. "Guests are coming over."

Gabriella knit her eyebrows. "Ma? We just got here and…I smell like airplane, it's not very pleasing."

"You never smell pleasing," Troy joked as Gabriella playfully pushed him.

Clara smiled at the two. "Alright then, it's settled. Guests will arrive in an hour and a half, so you all better get going," she said, directing them.

Troy sighed and began to take all the bags upstairs as Clara, Gabriella, and Isabella went into the kitchen. Clara opened up one of the cabinets and handed Isabella a bag of gummy worms. Gabriella frowned when she saw this.

"Mooom," she cried. "It's not good for her teeth,"

Isabelle took the bag gratefully, ripped it open, and began to stuff the neon colored gummies into her mouth. She ignored the adults, since she was infatuated with the candy.

"So?" Clara said. "What's wrong with spoiling her a little?"

Gabriella rolled her eyes as Clara poured some coffee into a few mugs. She handed Gabriella a cup and sipped her own. "How are you and Troy?"

"We're fine."

"I meant as two people living together who aren't in a relationship," Clara said, looking up from her coffee.

Gabriella sighed. "Mom, honestly, we're fine. You don't have to worry about a thing," she said, sipping her coffee as she put another hand over her stomach.

Clara gasped. "Gabby!" she cried, her eyes widened. She held her hand over her mouth and gasped. "Oh, Gabby!"

Gabriella knit her eyebrows in confusion and backed away from her mother. "W-What?" she said.

"I knew it! I knew it ever since the day you moved in," Clara said, shaking her head. She narrowed her eyes and shook her head. "That's why you moved in, huh? You think I couldn't tell, did you? Why didn't you just tell me?" she rambled, throwing one hand in the air.

"Tell you about…what?" Gabriella said, putting her mug on the counter. She put her weight against the counter and looked at her mother confused and afraid.

Clara shook her head. "That you're…" she peeked over at her granddaughter, hoping she didn't notice, but luckily enough, Isabella didn't care. "Pregnant," she mouthed to her daughter.

Gabriella scoffed. "Mom!" she cried. "I'm not…" she looked over at Isabella. "Pregnant," she whispered. "Why would you think that?"

Clara bit her lip. "Oh, sorry. It's just that…you guys live together, he is the…" she looked over at Isabelle. "father," she whispered. "And you guys were on that ridiculous magazine,"

"Ma, if I was, which I'm not, I would have told you." Gabriella said, in a soft and sincere voice.

"Okay," Clara said, softly. "Go upstairs and take a shower, the guests are coming soon. I'll stay here with Belle," she said.

Gabriella smiled. "It's as if I still live here," Gabrielle said, when she walked to the stairs.

"You still do," Clara said.

Gabriella jogged up the stairs and reached the second floor. She smiled to herself, glad to be back at her old house. She walked into her old room, it was still the same since she left it the day before college. Pale pink it remained, nothing changed. She walked over to her desk. Pictures of herself with Taylor, Sharpay, and Kelsi were still scattered all over the wall. She especially laughed at the picture of Sharpay's impersonation of Taylor, Taylor's impersonation of Gabriella, and Gabriella's impersonation of Sharpay. On her desks, her notebooks were neatly piled up. A frame was flat against the desk and the picture inside it was not visible. Gabriella reached over it and picked it up.

It was a picture of her and Troy. It was the two of them, with their arms around each other after reuniting at Lava Springs. Instead of returning it to it's original position, Gabriella decided to put the picture up.

She turned to her bed, which had her luggage upon it and opened it up. She walked across the hall and opened the door of the bathroom. It was a little misty and steam was coming out of the shower, but Gabriella didn't notice if anyone was there. She opened up the closet and pulled out a towel. She heard the shower open and she turned around.

It was Troy. Naked.

"Ah!" Gabriella screamed, jumping. She turned around and buried her face in the towel. "Oh my god, Troy, I am so, so, sorry, I should have knocked," she apologized, her back facing him. She wasn't that sorry, since Troy was naked and his six pack was glistening with water.

"Um, it's okay. I should have locked the door. Uh, Gabs, can I use the towel?" he said.

Gabriella blushed, but was glad Troy didn't see her. She threw the towel behind her and buried her face in her hands and began to chuckle. "I'm really sorry." She said.

"It's okay," Troy said. "You can turn around."

Gabriella did.

His body was amazing. His six packs were dripping wet, his muscular arms glistened, and his hair covered his eyes as a towel covered his bottom half. He had a smirk on his face and laughed.

"You like?" he joked, as he winked at Gabriella.

Gabriella rolled her eyes and laughed as she took the towel hanging from the bar in the bathroom and threw it at Troy. "Shut up," she mumbled, knowing she was lying. "I'll go now."

"Good idea,"

"How do you like those Crab Bites, Sharpay?" Clara asked, as she held a plate of those tiny bright hors d'oeuvres as if she was a waitress at a catered party.

Sharpay held it and smiled, as she swallowed. "They're great, Clara, did you make them yourself?"

Clara nodded and smiled.

"No wonder, they're great," Sharpay giggled as Clara smiled a thank-you and walked away. She turned to Gabriella and smiled. "You're mom is so cute," she said, with a smile.

Gabriella smiled and raised her eyebrows. "Um, thanks. You should have heard what she said to me today."

"What?" Sharpay asked, before she took a bite into the hors d'oeuvres.

"She assumed I was pregnant because I was living with Troy." Gabriella said, with a nod.

Sharpay gasped and hit Gabriella's arm. "I knew it! I knew it!" she whisper-shouted, as she smacked Gabriella's arm again. "I knew it, I knew it," she said, her brown eye growing big. "There was totally something behind it all."

Gabriella rolled her eyes. "Okay, stop, Shar," she said, crossing her arms. "I'm not, we're not, and nothing's happening." She said, slowly, as if she was a little child.

"You just wish there was something happening." Sharpay said, with a smile. "Oh, I also have ah-mazing news for you," she said, with a big toothy smile on her face.

Gabriella smiled, "What happened?" she said.

"I'm pregnant!" she cried, her brown eyes widening with excitement as she threw her hands up.

"Oh my god! Shar, this is amazing! Congratulations!" she said, wrapping her arms around her friend. "When did this happen?"

Sharpay shrugged. "I don't know, I think when I came back to New York, from L.A., but I found out two weeks ago, I'm a month along." She said, clapping her hands excitedly.

Gabriella smiled brightly, genuinely excited. "Wow, this is amazing. Shar, you have no idea what power you hold in having this baby," she said, honestly. "It's truly amazing." She said.

"I know," Sharpay said, with a small happy frown on her face. "I was so scared at first! Zeke's so excited, he keeps coming up with all these recipes for the baby, it's so cute." She giggled.

"Aw," Gabriella smiled. "What about the Broadway career?"

"Well, I'm doing a month and a half left of shows, but then I'm coming to L.A. to guest star on some television shows and then I'll just stay in New York, with this baby." She said, touching her stomach it's so great.

Suddenly all the guest flocked to the front door. The guest of honor, Taylor and Chad arrived. They had bright smiles on their faces as they held hands. The guests all greeted them excitedly.

"They're here!" Sharpay said, as she grabbed Gabriella's hand and pulled her toward them.

"Hi guys!" Taylor said, wrapping her arms around the two girls. "Ah, how are you?" she said, with a big smile on her face.

"We're good, how're you?" Sharpay said, excitedly.

Taylor smiled. "Great, great, wedding stuff."

"We have so much to tell you!" Sharpay cried, excitedly.

Taylor turned to Gabriella and cocked an eyebrow. "We?" she said, giving Gabriella a suspicious look.

Gabriella rolled her eyes. "She speaks for herself," she said, with a smile.

Troy was sitting on the couch, with a large mint green scrapbook in his hand. He flipped through the pictures, always with a smile on his face. To his surprise, out of all the millions of scrapbooks Clara had, he picked the one of him and Gabriella. After all these years, she kept the scrapbook filled with memories of Troy and Gabriella.

These pictures were almost a timeline, showing the two of them. Pictures of the two of them after the Callbacks, together at a picnic, the two of them at the opening night of Twinkle Town, and their summer together, filled the pages. There were numerous pictures of their graduation, their dates, the dinners with their families, and some pictures from their college years. Troy couldn't help but smile. He missed that. He missed her.

As he flipped through the pages, the pictures came to an end. Troy was slightly disappointed, hoping there was more. He turned to the next page and to his surprise, it was Gabriella—when she was pregnant.

Troy couldn't take his eyes off these photos; he longed to know more about her pregnancy. There were pictures of her picking out baby clothes, looking at sonograms, smiling at her baby shower, and copies of the sonograms too. But not once, did the father's face appear in any of these pictures. He arrived at the section of the scrapbook, when Gabriella was in labor. She was sitting on a hospital bed, sweaty, with a smile with Isabelle in her arms.

Troy smiled, she was beautiful. On white paper in lovely font, 'Isabelle Alexa Montez' was written, but the ends seemed to be folded. He frowned and slid his hand under the covering to fix it. He picked up the paper and held it in his hands. He was surprised to see another half covered. He unfolded it.

Isabelle Alexa Montez Bolton.

He stared. He stared at the paper, breathless. His heart began to pound rapidly, he began to get sweaty again, and he felt guilt ripping at his heart. But at the same time, he felt peace and warmth in him. He felt like the missing piece had been sewn back into his heart. He couldn't believe it, it mustn't be true. It's not.

"What?" he said.

Is it true? How do I know? Maybe it was…maybe she was…maybe the father was…maybe…

"Well, you had to find out sooner or later," a voice said, sounding a little flat with a hint of warmth in it.

Troy turned around and looked at her. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He wanted to say a million things, but nothing was said. He still couldn't believe it. It couldn't be true…

"It's true," Clara said, with a warm smile, "You're the father."

"What?" that's what Troy managed.

gasp! Yes, he knows. What? Gabriella couldn't just tell him.

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