It wasn't a dream wedding, by anybody's account.

Troy and Sharpay stood in the court room, their parents the only witnesses. Troy had turned eighteen the month previous, but Sharpay was still seventeen, a minor, and in need of her parents' signature. Troy's palms were sweating. This certainly was not how he had pictured getting married, and he knew for certain Sharpay's fantasies had to consist of something far more extravagant.

Sharpay was dressed up, somewhat, for the occasion, even with the circumstances. Her dress was indeed white, empire waisted, the skirt falling loosely down her now very prominent baby bump, and stopping a few inches above her knees. She was tiny, still, her large stomach greatly contrasting with her otherwise thin frame.

She had followed along with the wedding traditions, even refusing to go to the court room with Troy, certain their relationship would be doomed if he saw her beforehand. Her dress was something new, and she wore a pair of sapphire earrings as both her old and her blue. The baby, she had explained to Troy beforehand, was her something borrowed, considering, as she'd joked, he'd had to aflend her some of his best to make it, and it wouldn't stay inside of her forever.

She did look beautiful, and Troy held her hand tightly while signing the necessary papers in front of the judge, kissing her forehead a few times in between.

In a way, Troy felt as if he were signing away his childhood, for good. It was something that was approaching fast anyhow, unplanned pregnancy or not, but to suddenly have a wife, and soon a child, just as he had finished high school, presented him with the difficult challenge to grow up completely in a matter of months. He would not have those college years to find himself, nor would Sharpay. He had a family to take care of instead, a new never ending and unwavering responsibility.

But, amidst all of the chaos, the intertwining of the two worlds apart families, the stress, and the nerves, Troy was excited. When he placed his hands on Sharpay's full belly, and felt the life they had created kicking inside, he was filled with indescribable joy. He was eager to meet his child, their child, and anxiously awaited the soon to come day when the baby would be born.

"I love you." He whispered into her ear, as they were walking outside, away from the stuffy court room.

"Are you scared?" Was her response, looking up at him with worried eyes.

"Of what?" Troy asked, wrapping his arm around her waist, trying to make things as casual as possible, for her benefit at least.

"Of being married." Sharpay bit her bottom lip, "I understand it was sort of a high pressure situation for you."

Troy blew a long, steady stream of air out of his lips, "I love you Sharpay. We're having a baby. Am I scared to suddenly dive into all of this at eighteen? Yes. But I'm not... unhappy."

Sharpay felt a light tug at the corners of her mouth, "I'm not unhappy either."

"That's because I love you." Troy placed a kiss on the top of her head, and her smile grew fuller.

Their parents were walking behind them in pairs, first the Evanses, followed by the Boltons.

Jack Bolton still was not thrilled about many elements of the current situation: his son not pursuing both a college education and basketball career, the fact that he was marrying so young, which Jack was sure would result in broken hearts and bad blood a few years down the line, and of course the fact that he was choosing to raise a child when he was still one himself. But, he had accepted the circumstances for what they were. He was at least proud of Troy for doing what he thought was the right thing, and for handling the situation, honestly, with a much more level head and positive outlook than Jack himself imagined he would be able to were he in the same position.

Then, of course, there was the advantage that came with marrying into a family with such clout. Troy did have a job secured, not to mention a wonderful home in a desirable neighborhood. Without the financial strain, Troy and Sharpay would at least be able to focus on discovering the dynamics of parenthood, and adjusting to married life.

Lucille was feeling just a little giddy, despite her apprehensions, which were not that different from her husband's. She did not want her son to be giving her a grandchild when he was only eighteen, but she did want to be a grandmother, and couldn't help but feel excited at the thought of a new baby soon to be brought into the family.

Vance and Darby had treated the entire matter very business-like. Teenage daughter comes home pregnant, you combat it by marrying her off and sitting her up nicely in a suburban home. The wedding was Troy and Sharpay's absolution. In all truth, Vance and Darby were relieved that it was over. Vance had arranged for the two teenagers to move into their new home that night. He had kept it a wedding gift, true to his word.

For the past couple weeks, Vance had hired moving trucks back and forth, transporting Troy and Sharpay's old things into the house, alongside all of the new furniture Sharpay, Darby, and even Lucille had been shopping for over the months prior, in an attempt to build a nice home ready for a child to live in.

"Are you excited for the honeymoon?" Sharpay whispered to Troy as they approached their car, leaning in and trying to remain as inconspicuous as possible.

"Ahem!" Vance cleared his throat loudly and stepped forward, "I suppose it's time we let the two of you head home, and adjust to the new house. Unless you'd rather us come back with you for a little while?"

He sounded hopeful, and for the first time a sad sort of nostalgia was visible in his misty eyes. Sharpay was his only little girl. As efficient and objective towards the situation as he had tried to be since she had first announced her big news several months ago, he did not want to see her growing up and leaving his home.

Sharpay smiled softly and shook her head, "I think we can hold things down on our own."

"Okay..." Vance nodded, and then quickly wrapped his arms around his daughter in a tight embrace, letting her go a moment later.

"Call me tomorrow pumpkin. The crib should be arriving tomorrow." Darby smiled, and blew a kiss, and then looked up at her husband, giving him a nod signaling their exit.

Jack and Lucille stood awkwardly, staring at the two, while Vance and Darby took a few steps back, prepared to leave, but only after Troy and Sharpay had driven away.

Lucille was overtook by a sudden burst of movement, and rushed forth, wrapping one arm around each teen.

"Oh, you shouldn't be put through all of this so young." She muttered to them, sounding slightly annoyed in an almost comical way.

She stepped back and ran her hand through her son's hair, placing a kiss on his forehead, "Not just her, okay? I want a call tomorrow too, even if I don't have some designer crib arriving from overseas."

Sharpay and Troy both nodded, and Lucille returned back to Jack's side, looking back expectantly at her son and his new wife, as wierd as it was to think of them that way.

Troy shifted, and then finally reached for the keys in his pocket, fumbling a moment with the car door before opening it and slowly climbing in. Sharpay followed, breathing a sigh of relief when the car door was shut, closing her out of the heavy tension outside.

"Well, wifey, I guess we're heading home." Troy smiled, and turned the key in the ignition.

"Home..." Sharpay couldn't help but think of the one her parents owned, and she sighed softly, looking out the window.

Troy gathered her hair gently in his hands and moved it over her shoulder, kissing the nape of her neck. Sharpay shivered, and angled her head to the side so she could see him. Troy traced her lips with his finger a few times, and then leaned in to kiss her.

"I always wanted a honeymoon in Greece." She mumbled against his lips.

Troy leaned back, resting against the pillows on their new, and freshly made bed, "What?"

Sharpay blushed, "I'm sorry. I guess that was pointless to bring up now. But I just thought of it. Cyprus, where the goddess of love rose from the sea."

Troy glanced down at the bedspread guiltily.

"I'm sorry Sharpay." He swallowed, "You deserve that. This isn't what your wedding day should be like. You shouldn't be eight months pregnant, signing papers in a cityhall with some guy who's got you backed into a corner, because he knocked you up. You should be on some incredibly romantic honeymoon, instead of being stuck here and unable to travel because no one knows when you might go into labor."

"Hey." Sharpay crawled over to him, and managed to nestle herself into his lap, despite the difficulty her big baby belly posed, "I'm just talking. I don't care, really. I know I seem like the type that would, but I really don't need a big wedding or a fancy honeymoon. When I was younger, and I fantasized about my dream wedding, I always imagined you as the groom. At the time I was just being silly because you didn't even like me, but now I think the groom was the most important part. I just want to be in love with whomever I marry, and I love you Troy."

Troy kissed her, placing one hand firmly on her belly, feeling the baby begin to kick like mad. Sharpay groaned softly at the increased movement inside of her, but placed her hand over Troy's, feeling it from the outside with him.

"That's pretty amazing, huh?" Troy mused, staring down at her stomach, and then up at her, "We created that. A life."

"Yeah." Sharpay breathed, leaning in again to kiss Troy.

"I'm thinking it really is time for the ceremonious honeymoon." She whispered, tracing her finger along his chest through his t-shirt.

"Right. I can now deflower my virgin bride." Troy joked, already a step ahead of her, grasping the zipper of her dress.

"Shut up." She mumbled, lifting his shirt over his head, before he was able to unzip her.

He returned his hands to her quickly, and this time had her dress down before she was able to move again. She giggled as they both struggled to undress her fully, him having difficulty pulling the dress over her stomach, and her finding it challenging to move much to help him with it.

With group effort, they finally succeeded in stripping her to her underwear, and Sharpay felt herself blushing a little self-cautiously, the way she had often during the beginnings of their love making over the most recent months. Pregnancy certainly made her feel less sexy than she used to. It wasn't just her fat complex, which Troy tried his best to rid her of daily. Her breasts were sore and swollen, and the bras she was now reduced to in this late of a maternity stage were nothing like the lacy lingerie she wore before.

She was now stuck in something plain and black, and she ran her hands over it in dissapointment. This was her wedding night. She should have been in something ultra sexy, at her regular size so that she could move around and be lithe, rather than laying on her back, knowing it would take effort just for her to roll over.

"You're so beautiful." Troy seemed to know exactly what was running through her mind, and he knelt over her, kissing her collarbone, "Always."

Sharpay smiled, and tried to reach for the button on Troy's pants, but he read her mind and quickly removed them on his own.

He reached down then, and unclasped her bra, kissing the top of her breast, and gently kneading one, trying to be mindful of its tenderness.

Sharpay hissed slightly when one of his squeezes was too hard, but he took one of her nipples inside of his mouth in that moment, running his tongue across it in circular motions, and she silenced, deciding the pleasure overrode the pain.

He trailed his kisses down her stomach, pausing to listen to it, while he rubbed her gently through her underwear, elicting small moans above him. Troy pulled her panties off of her, finding them easier to remove, her legs still the same size.

Finally, Troy wiggled out of his own boxers, and then moved to sit in the center of the bed, pulling her over with him, and onto his lap again. During each stage of the pregnancy, Troy and Sharpay had developed new positions, ones that made sex easier on both of them. During the last trimester, missionary had become far too uncomfortable for her.

He lifted Sharpay up, gripping her bottom and squeezing it before sinking her down onto his shaft. This had become their quick go-to position, neither of the two being crushed when they were both sitting up. She let out a long groan of satisfaction as they both began to move, and leaned in to press her forehead against his.

They grinded together for some time, both exerting moans and grunts until he felt her release and allowed himself to follow.

For a moment, they remained still, holding each other, and waiting for their heartbeats to return to normal.

"Uh... Sharpay?" Troy seperated her sweaty body from his, glancing down at the bed.

"Yeah?"

"Did you just pee?" Troy's voice shook.

"What?" Sharpay looked appalled, "Ew, Troy, no!"

"I think your water just broke." He stated it as calm as he could, knowing she was likely to panic and that one of them needed to remain rational.

Sharpay flipped her head down, staring at the small pool on the bed, "It's too soon!" She exclaimed.

"Yeah, well, the doctor said it was likely to happen with your small frame. And sex is a trigger." Troy stood, grabbing his clothes and beginning to put them on, quickly but placidly, again for Sharpay's sake.

"You get dressed. I'm going to call your mother, and let her know. Meet me downstairs and I'll take you to the hospital." Troy instructed.

"I can't do this!" Sharpay looked up at him with fear and desperation, "I can't Troy. I can't be a mother. I can't have a baby. I can't push it out of my vagina!"

She began to hyperventalate, and Troy quickly dug out a pair of sweats from one of their many still unpacked boxes, helping her into them while he tried to soothe her.

"It's a little late to change your mind, Sharpay." He reminded her, helping to pull her to her feet, "The baby's coming, but they're going to give you a lot of painkillers that will make everything okay. But we've got to hurry so we get there in time for them, okay?"

Sharpay shook her head vehemently, even as Troy led her by the hand out of the bedroom.

"Do you feel any pains?" He asked, helping her down the stairs carefully.

Sharpay looked puzzled by this, and she glanced down at her stomach, "Actually... no."

"Okay. See? This is going to be easier than you thought." Troy comforted.

It seemed to work, and Sharpay nodded, smiling softly.

She made it about half way to the hospital before the contractions began to arrive. From there she was a holy terror.

She was now in the hospital room, wearing a backless gown, and in the most degrading public position Troy had ever seen her in. Her legs were spread wide and elevated, while a doctor peered up inside of her, and she screamed out profanities to Troy.

"This is your fault!" She insisted, while she rode out another contraction, breathing heavily between words, "You did this to me, and no one's making you force an eight pound brick through your penis!"

Troy gripped her hand tightly while she accused him of being a bastard for the fifth time since arriving at the hospital, and repeatedly reminded himself that this was the girl he loved.

Her contractions stopped once again, and she glanced up at him, hair matted to her sweaty forehead, "I'm sorry!"

Troy couldn't help but chuckle, but then caught his breath as she began to pant again.

"They seem to be coming quicker." He pointed out to the doctor.

"Yes." He looked up at Troy, "She's actually diolated about nine centimeters. The baby should be coming pretty soon. Lucky for her; she shouldn't have to be in labor too long."

"That's good news Pay." Troy kissed her hand.

"You asshole!" She screamed back, following with a loud grunt.

"Troy?" She asked a moment later, her head against her pillow while she regained her breath.

Troy clenched his teeth, "Yes, Sharpay?"

"A baby's head isn't that much bigger than nine centimeters, right?" The urgency in her voice could not be masked, and Troy decided in this case honesty may not be the best policy.

"Yeah..." He answered after a pause, "Something like that."

The doctor looked up, "Actually, a newborn's head is typically about fourteen inches in circumference. But don't worry Sharpay, you can do this. Plenty have gone before you and survived."

Sharpay's eyes widened and she looked up at Troy in horror as her breath grew labored yet again.

Sharpay's head fell back against the bed in exhaustion, her entire body dripping in sweat. Troy still held her hand tightly, and he kissed her forehead several times.

"You did great." He murmured, her countless insults to him all but forgotten.

Sharpay could not reply with words, but let a noise escape from her lips in response, turning her head on the pillow to look at Troy. He kissed her again, wrapping an arm around her, and pulling her fatigued body towards his.

"Do you want to meet your son?" The nurse stepped forward, a screaming infant bundled tightly in her arms.

Sharpay looked up in shock and nodded, reaching out her arms to receive the bundle.

"Oh." Sharpay let out a gasp of surprise, suddenly staring into the face of the person who had been dwelling inside of her for so long.

"Wow." Troy breathed, "He's beautiful."

Sharpay nodded dumbly, still in too much shock to speak. She continued to stare down at the creature, unable to fully register the idea that she and Troy had made it on their own.

Finally, she pulled the baby towards her chest, clutching it as close as possible, and informing Troy in a definite voice, "I love him."

A/N: Sorry for the long wait on this story. But it's here, finally.

A lot happened in this chapter. But I felt it was time to really make some progress. I have now been working on this fic for a full year. I've been saying I'm going to end this thing for the past ten chapters, and have yet to be able to draw this to a close. But now we're almost there.

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