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Named Birthday, by The Beatles for obvious reasons.
I stepped out of the house, my eyes scanning the backyard and porch for my husband. I easily spotted him in the middle of the backyard, our daughter in his arms, his friends around him.
I made my way through the mass of people scattered around, going towards Troy.
It's Carmin and Tristin's birthday! Yay! They're one! I am so happy, yet at the same time, I am a bit depressed. My babies are getting older, I can't help than I am sad about that. I am ecstatic they are happy and healthy though.
I approached Troy, who was talking with many of the firefighters and Chad. Since it is the birthday of my babies, I threw a big blow out. I invited everyone important, our friends, our family, everyone. My mom, his mom, my dad, my siblings, their families, the firefighters, their families, our closest friends. I am so glad my mom is here. I hugged her for ten minutes, seriously. Troy had to pry me away from her. She, along with Lucy and my dad are staying at Felix's since Shyanne and Adam are staying at our house. Food is everywhere, alcohol is flowing a little, and everyone is having a good time. It may be two one year old's party, but most of it is adults, we're all having fun. Not me, personally, but almost everyone else is drinking some.
"Hey," I greeted, finally making it to them.
Troy turned to see me. "Hey," he repeated, lifting Carmin up further on his chest.
"Is she okay?" I questioned him. "I heard about her fit in the house," I told him. Carmin has been throwing tantrums lately. Ever since Tristin began walking a month ago, she's been dying to too. Since he is walking, and she has yet to, he's been recieving more attention, angering her. When she sees this happening, crying, screaming, and throwing things occurs. I hoped she wouldn't throw a fit on her birthday, but I should have known Tristin would be getting attention for walking from those who don't see him as often.
He nodded. "Yeah, she's fine," he assured me, patting her butt lightly. His friends were continuing to talk without him. We went off to the side.
I feel bad for her, she has been trying so hard, she just can't balance well. She gets that from me. According to my mom, I didn't walk until sixteen months. I kissed Carma's back, rubbing it a little.
"She's just embarrassed now," Troy added. She gets that from me too.
"I'll take her," I offered, already taking her from his arms. "Where is Tristin?" I questioned, using one hand to tug my shirt down because it rode up. I am wearing a pair of light ripped jeans, an orange top that has widened sleeves going to my elbows along with a light white line design on it, a tan-orange belt, matching it outfit off with orange wedges I borrowed from Sharpay. I left my hair down and curly, but wished I hadn't in this heat. I also put on the silver heart locket Troy got me for our anniversary.
Carmin's face was red and puffy from her getting so worked up. "Over with his cousins, playing," Troy answered.
I nodded, kissing her forehead. "It's okay, Carma, you'll walk soon," I assured her, jiggling her slightly.
"She gets it from you, you know," Troy mentioned, his hands in the pockets of his light blue jeans. He's wearing them with a plain white t-shirt, sunglasses slipped to the neckline, and his necklace underneath, plus a pair of converse.
I raised my eyebrow. "Gets what from me?" I wondered, still attempting to cheer her up. She kept her head buried in the crook of my neck. I held her closer as I kissed the side of her head.
"The jealousy," he insisted. "I certainly don't have it," he stated.
I let out a laugh. "You never get jealous?" I questioned.
"Why would I?" he replied.
"Oh, and what do you feel when Robbie comes around?" I asked him. I can't believe he is saying this. What a man thing to insinuate.
He shrugged. "Hatred and I get possessive of you, I'm not exactly jealous he is dating Ana," he said, his body shaking, probably with disgust.
"So, I get jealous of you all the time?" I questioned, but it sounded like I agreed with him.
He nodded. "Uh, you used to. Remember high school?" he responded.
I glared lightly at him. "Okay, how do you feel about this?" I demanded to know, grabbing Tommy's shirt (he was walking away at the time, and happened to be the nearest guy near me). I pulled Tommy closer to me and kissed him. I made it longer than it should have too. I could tell he was shocked, it wasn't like he expected me to kiss him. When I finally pushed him away, I looked back to Troy. "How do you feel about that?"
He glanced from Tommy to me, then back to Tommy. "You are so dead," he stated before lunging at him, and Tommy took off running.
I grinned. For some reason, I feel accomplished. "Why'd you kiss Tommy?" Nick wondered from behind me, watching as my husband chased Tommy around.
"To prove a point," I answered, my eyes scanning the backyard for my son. "Tell me how it ends," I commented, walking away.
I went and got Tristin to bring into the house. They need a diaper change about now. This morning, it was like they knew it was their birthday. They woke up at five, waking us up, so we played with them for a while. We brought them into our room and set up their play pen for them. We accidentally fell asleep before seven, sleeping until almost nine. They were so good though, and must have been content because they didn't cry once. Dora was on t.v. along with their toys in their play pen, so they were good.
After we woke up, we changed them, got ready for the party, put them down for an early nap, got ourselves ready for the party, then everyone began showing up. I changed them in the kitchen, on the floor, on top of a blanket. Tristin is easier to change than Carmin, so I do him first. Tristin patiently sits there, and lets me do what I gotta do, while Carmin attempts to roll around.
"I'm almost done," I assured her, finishing putting her diaper on. I made her hold still for another moment while slipping her pants on before standing her up.
"Dada!" she called over my shoulder as I pulled her pants all the way up.
"Well, I'm not Tommy," he said behind me. "But, I hope I'll do."
I couldn't help but laugh and situated myself to lean against the counter. "He'll more than do, right Carma?" I questioned her, kissing her forehead.
Troy sat down next to me, inviting Tristin to stand in the middle of his legs like Carmin was with me. "I know you're a mama's boy, but I'm still good enough, right?" he asked him, but Tristin just grinned at him.
"He looks just like you when he's grinning," I mentioned, helping Carmin attempt to walk away. "It's, like, a signature Bolton grin. You do it, your mom does it, Tristin does it, and I know I've seen Carmin do it," I listed off.
"Well, Mrs. Bolton, you do it too," he ensured me, making me smile.
"So, how mad are you at me for kissing Tommy?" I wondered, peeking a look at him.
He chuckled lightly. "Eh, not much. Besides, he's paying for it now," he replied, lifting Tristin up like Superman, making him laugh.
"What did you do to him?" I questioned, turning Carmin around.
"He shouldn't have kissed my wife," he insisted. Well, I am the one who kissed him, but if he wants to blame Tommy, I'm okay with that.
Carmin walked back in between my legs. "She is so close to walking," I stated. "She's barely using my hands," I told him.
"I think she psychs herself out," Troy replied. "She wants to do it, I know she can do it, but as soon as she's on her own, she just topples over," he reminded me.
I nodded. "It doesn't help every time she tries to walk, she's vying for attention because it's in front of a crowd," I agreed. "Did it make you jealous?" I asked. "Me kissing Tommy."
"Why?" he responded, setting Tristin on the ground.
I shrugged. "I dunno, did it?" I asked.
"No, I just didn't like that he kissed you," he answered. "You're my wife, why should I be jealous? I know you love me and would never like Tommy in that way."
I frowned. Oh. That's true, but I don't know, I don't like that answer. "You wanna try it out?" I questioned him.
"Being jealous?" he replied, clearly confused.
I shook my head. "No, Carmin walking," I corrected him. "No one is around besides us," I said.
"Sure," he agreed, getting up on his knees and took Carmin from me.
Tristin walked over to me as I got on my own knees. Troy went to the other side of the kitchen and held Carmin so she was facing me. I put Tristin in front of me, facing his twin. "Come here, baby girl," I urged her, holding mine and Tristin's hand out.
Troy said something in Carmin's ear before she began walking. He held her for a few steps, then she went on her own. As soon as she knew her father's hands were gone from her torso, she stopped like a deer in headlights. "Go on, baby," Troy encouraged from behind her, patting her bum.
"It's okay, come here, Carma," I said, holding my hands out. "Say come on, Carma," I told Tristin.
Tristin nodded enthusiastically. "Co o Cama!" he called out, trying very hard to mimic what I said. He does know her name, he calls her Cama. She calls him Tinin.
Carmin seemed to like Tristin helping her. She stuck her foot out and tapped the linoleum in front of her. I laughed. "It's okay, Carmin," I assured her. "Come here, come get Mommy and Tristin," I told her.
She took a step, a wobbly one, but she didn't fall. She smiled widely up at me. I clapped my hands and Tristin's, encouraging her. It made her get the confidence to take another, then another. Like when Tristin walked, my heart was in my throat, and worry knotted in my stomach. What if she falls? We're in the kitchen, it's a hard floor. She could hit her head, she'll cry, I'll be a worried mom, I'll make Taylor play nurse for an hour, it's all around not good.
But, she didn't fall, not completely, anyways. She lost her balance twice, but fell on her hands. She stood back up instantly, took another step, and kept on going. She finally made it to me, hugging Tristin when she did. I hugged them both, smiling. She walked!
"Oh, Carmin, you did it!" I squealed, hugging them tightly.
"Brie, every time one of our kids walk, are you going to suffocate them?" Troy questioned, prying my away from them.
I let go. "I'm sorry, but she did it," I said giddily, smiling down at her. "On her birthday! She took her first actual steps on her birthday!" I cooed, picking her up. I could tell she was proud of herself.
Troy laughed at me, plucking our daughter from my arms. He hugged her, saying something in her ear I couldn't hear. "Brie, both our babies are walking," he stated the obvious.
"I know, just another reason I'm going to be having constant heart attacks," I sighed, smiling down at Tristin.
"Eh, babe, let 'em be kids. They have to learn what's good and what is bad on their own," he told me, putting Carmin on the ground. "So, the question is, can she still do it?"
Carmin proudly continued to keep walking, and was determined to make sure everyone knew she was indeed walking. My mom, dad, and Lucy were three people she loved walking for, seeing as they always clapped, gave her kisses and hugs, and lots of encouragement. She was a bit wobbly, and hesitant once in a while, but she was definitely walking. I am so happy it happened on her birthday, it's fate. Tristin loves it too, they're always together now that they're at the same pace. They're like true twins.
I spent a long while talking with my parents and Lucy. Richard couldn't make it due to a meeting tomorrow morning, but he sent a present with my mom, and already spoke to them on the phone. I think they were a little confused, but it was cute and a nice gesture. My dad and Lucy are doing well, I can tell how happy they are, and my mom is happy for them too. My dad is a different man compared to who he was then they separated. He changed, for the better, back into the man he used to be, when we were kids.
"I know you're excited," my mom stated as we sat on the porch, at the able, underneath the umbrella.
I nodded. "I am," I agreed. "It's just going to be a lot to manage, but we can do it," I assured her. I start college late August. I'm excited with tad of nervous. It's going to be difficult raising two one year old's, plus doing well in school, but I am going to do it.
"You'll be fine, mija," she told me, patting my hand. "If anyone can do it, it'd be you," she said. "At least you aren't pregnant," she added with a laugh.
I faked a smile. "Yeah," I mumbled. No one knows we're trying again. I didn't see the point in telling them, when I become pregnant, I'll mention it. I'm not pregnant yet, it's barely been a month, and I am on my period right now. I could tell Troy was let down when I told him I had it, but I really wasn't.
"Do you two know when you're going to have another?" Lucy wondered, my dad's arm stretching across her lap, with her arms wrapped around it.
I cleared my throat. "I- not really," came out of my mouth. What? "It'll happen eventually, you know," I added on. Why am I lying?
"I'm sure in a few months, you two will figure it out," my dad mentioned.
I nodded, scratching my head. "Sounds good," I muttered.
"Hey, Gabi, can I talk to you?" Shyanne broke in.
Yes! "Yeah," I answered, standing. "I'll talk to you guys later," I said as I was about to leave.
"Wait, Gabi," Lucy stopped me.
I turned. "Yeah, Mom?" I asked her.
"Would you mind if I stole the twins tomorrow?" she questioned me. "It'll only be for a lit-"
I shook my head to cut her off. "It's completely fine. I'll need some time to clean up some, anyways. That's not exactly the easiest thing to do with two toddlers running around," I told her. Oh, they're toddlers now, not babies. That's so sad. They'll always be my babies, though, that is for sure. She laughed and nodded in agreement. "Swing by whenever," I added before letting Shyanne drag me off.
She took me all the way down the back yard to the fence. She acutally brought me right outside the fence. I opened my mouth to ask her why we left, but she began speaking. "Are you happy?" she questioned me.
"Yes," I assured her. "Why?" I wondered.
She ignored me. "I'm serious, one hundred percent completely happy?" she questioned again.
I let out a breath. "Truthfully? One hundred percent? No," I corrected myself. "Shy, no on is one hundred percent happy, no one's life is perfect," I told her.
"Then, what would make your life one hundred percent happy?" she asked me.
"Shy, why are you asking me this?" I replied instead of answering.
Shyanne looked around for a moment. "Just go with me here, what would it take to make your lift perfect? Tell me," she pleaded.
I nodded. "I hate that Troy is a firefighter," I started. "It's dangerous and scary, and sometimes when I kiss him before he leaves, the fact that it could be the last time I never see him crosses my mind," I confessed. "But, he loves it, it's in his blood, so I could never take that away from him. Part of the reason I'm not happy is the small things, you know," I went on. "For example, sometimes, when I wake up in the middle of the night, for whatever reason, I find that Troy and I are on completely different sides of the bed. We go to bed in a knot, and now, half the time, we don't wake up that way. I don't know if it symbolizes something, or it's just me being a girl, but it bothers me. We used to shower together a lot, too. We didn't have sex every time, not even half the time, it was just one of our things, I don't even remember the last time we did it. I don't like that Troy and I don't go out as much," I admitted. "Actually, it's not even that, it's that we don't get as much time together, alone. Some days, we barely get to have an adult conversation. Lately, we have, but that's not always how it is. I miss hanging out with my friends more. I miss having no responsibilities, but I guess everyone does. I miss teaching, I miss it so much. I loved getting up every morning and going to school, and making a difference in kids' lives. It was rewarding, I thrived at it, and I miss it. I miss when Tristin and Carmin were babies who needed me for everything. I miss holding them in my arms when they were so small, and rocking them back and forth in a chair, watching them sleep and wondering what they'll be one day. I still do it, but it's not the same. Sometimes, rare times, I miss being pregnant with them. I miss feeling them move around in my belly and their kicks. I'm not exactly happy I went off birth control either," I said.
Shyanne's eyes widened. "You went off birth control?"
I nodded. "Yep. I'm not ready to be pregnant again, I'm not ready to blow up, or have cravings, or be exhausted, I get exhausted now, I don't need more. I'm not ready to raise a newborn," I informed her.
"Then, why did you do it?" she wondered.
"Troy wants another baby," I easily answering. "We got into a fight over it. He wants another, and he made some very good points on me getting pregnant around now. I can't be angry at him for wanting to make another life with me," I reminded her. "It's not fair to him if the only reason is that I'm worried, and nervous, and slightly scared."
Shyanne nodded slowly. "Are you pregnant yet?"
"Nope," I told her. "I'm not let down or sad, and Troy was, so I feel bad. Shyanne, marriage includes sacrifice, and I am more than willing to give Troy another baby, I'm just not all aboard yet," I stated.
"How do you do that?" she questioned me. "Just, give in like that when it's your body? It's your body that has to go through that nine months, and the birth, and breast feeding, and being awake for days at a time, and not to mention-"
"Shy," I cut her off. "You do realize Adam will be there, right? He'll help with everything, it's not just you," I reminded her. I did think that way not too long ago, but she does have Adam. "Is this all because Adam wants a baby, and you're not ready?" I wondered.
Tears blurred her vision. I stepped forward and grabbed her hand. "He's not happy, Gabriella," she muttered in a low tone. "I can't give him a baby, and he's not happy," she explained.
"Sweetie," I mumbled, hugging her. "You can do it," I assured her.
"I'm not ready, I can't do it. I don't do babies, I'm not maternal. I'll babysit, sure, but raising my own? No," she stated, hugging me back.
I pulled away. "You do realize it's completely different with your own child, right?" I asked her. "It's so different, knowing that the baby you are holding is yours," I told her. "The connection is so strong, they know who you are when they're right out of the womb, it's indescribable."
"I've been told that, but how do you know what to do. What if I have one, and it dies of hunger because I don't know it's hungry?" She asked me.
I couldn't help but chuckle. "You're telling me you have a screaming baby and you aren't going to try and feed it?" I responded. Hello, that is like first on the list of what you do, then changing it. "It's not like that Shyanne. It is scary, right when you bring that baby home, you're scared shitless, I am not going to lie. You are in charge of this whole other life. But, you have Adam, you have your parents, your brother, your friends, a whole support system. Next thing you know, you know what cry means what, you know what they want around the time they want it. It gets easier," I assured her.
"Raising a child is not easy," she replied, staring me right in the eye.
"Oh, I know that," I agreed. "What I am saying is that you're not going to kill the baby. It will be hard teaching them to walk, talk, be a good person, but you'll figure it out," I told her. "You'll figure it out with Adam right there next to you," I stated.
Shyanne wiped her eyes. "I don't think I can do it, I don't think I could raise another life and not second guess myself the entire time. Everything you do as a parent shapes your child," she reminded me.
I nodded. "I know," I said. "But, it's not like if I feed Carmin Lucky Charms tomorrow, it's going to change her whole outlook on life. She's one," I commented. "As you raise them, as you find out their personality, as you bond more and more with them each day, you'll realize these things as a parent, you'll teach them things, they'll teach you things. If I ground Tristin when he is thirteen for, I don't know, pushing some other kid, I'm sure he won't hate me for the rest of this life," I told her. "It'll teach him not to hurt others."
"I am just so scared, Gabi," she confessed, leaning against the fence. "I don't know how to get over this fear and actually let myself get pregnant. I am so scared, Gabi, that it's been over a month since Adam and I have had sex," she informed me.
I opened my mouth to reply. "I-" Adam started, but stopped when he saw our serious faces, and that Shyanne was clearly upset. "What's going on?" he wondered.
I backed up. "I think you two should talk, openly and honestly," I said, giving Shyanne a hard look. "Then, come back to the party for a little bit, and you can continue talking before bed, and so on," I mentioned, entering the back yard and closing the door behind me so they could have some privacy.
As soon I closed the door and overlooked the yard, I saw Troy at the sprinkler. Carmin and Tristin were with him, and his hand was in the water as he spoke to them. They looked a mixture of confused and excited. He pulled his hand from the spray then held it over theirs, letting the water drip down. Carmin smiled instantly, stepping forward to feel it herself. She fell as she stepped, but Troy caught her. Tristin didn't look as excited. In fact, he stepped back. He nodded him forward, showing him his wet hand again. Carmin was already waving her hands through the spray, amused by it. Troy picked our son up to bring him closer. Troy held his hand over the spray, then quickly retracted it before he could react. Instead of crying as I thought he might, he smiled widely, sticking his hand back.
After this, I strode over to join the fun. "Hey," I greeted, bending down.
Tristin held his hand out to me. "Mama!" he exclaimed, waving it around, making flying water droplets land all over me.
"Thank you for that," I said, catching his hand.
"Carmin!" Troy said loudly, causing me to look over. She was standing right in front of the water, giggling as it wetted her down.
I smiled, wrapping my arms around Tristin when he walked in between my legs. "She is a dare devil," I sighed, kissing Tristin's head.
"I am going to learn to hate that, aren't I?" Troy questioned, glancing back at me.
I nodded. "Yep," I assured him. "Should we change her?" I asked.
"Nah," he replied. "It's practically a hundred degrees out here, she probably loved it," he said. "I mean, look at her," he commented seeing as she was still being doused in water. "Alright, that's enough, little girl," he stated, plucking her up.
"Cama," Tristin spoke up, drawing my eyes to him. "Cama," he repeated.
I smiled at him. "You want to be like Carma, bubba?" I wondered.
"Your wish is about to be granted, buddy," Troy said loudly, and I looked up only to be sprayed with the sprinkler. Troy had pointed it towards us. "Happy birthday," he laughed at our shocked expressions.
I stood up, wiping off my face. "Bolton, you are so.." I trailed off, already going after him.
Troy ran. "Which one?" he asked, dodging me.
"Troy!" I called after him. For some reason, it made him stop, making it so I collided into him. I landed on top, laughing, and getting him wet. "You are such a jackass," I ensured him.
He laughed too, his arms winding around my waist. "For what reason?" he wondered.
"You got me all wet!" I reminded him, splitting my legs so I was straddling him. No kids are around other than Carmin and Tristin right now, they're all eating something. They worked up an appetite.
Troy grinned. "I've been known to do that," he commented, causing me to smack him. He laughed. "What? You could not expect me to reply in a non-guy way right there," he insisted, laughing.
I shook my head at him as two little bodies ran into me. "You, ya little firegirl," I said, picking her up. "I wasn't on fire, you know," I informed her. Troy laughed some more then tickled her from behind, making her laugh in a squeal. She wiggled in my arms. I kissed her before putting her back on the grass.
"Don't forget the mama's boy," Troy said when Tristin began to climb on him, partially hugging me.
I glared towards Troy, helping Tristin up. "He is not a mama's boy!" I exclaimed, sitting him down in front of me. "Even if he was, why would it matter? You're one," I said, tickling him a little too.
"I know, hey! When did I become a jungle gym?" he wondered when Carmin tried to sit on him like Tristin and I were.
I laughed, standing up, bringing Tristin with me. I stood him on the grass as Troy did the same with Carmin.
"Come on, guys, I'll get ya something to eat," Troy suggested, holding onto their hands.
I followed them onto porch, but too a detour to Chad. "Hi, Chaddy," I greeted, plopping down onto his lap sideways. Maybe this will make Troy jealous. Heh, who am I kidding, this is Chad. "I'm glad you could make it, Chaddeus, because all you have done lately is hang out with Rick," I told him. Rick was a teacher at school Chad befriended last year. He's kind of his new best friend.
"Have not," he denied, having no reaction to me sitting in his lap.
"Have too," I insisted. "Who is your best man friend Chad?" I demanded you to know. He opened his mouth to ask some stupid question, I knew it. "Chaddeus," I ordered an answer.
"Troy," he answered, sighing.
I nodded. "Who is your best woman friend?" I asked.
"You," he assured me.
"Who made you the godfather of their first son?" I wondered.
Chad looked like I was scolding him. "You and Troy," he mumbled.
"Who misses you?" I questioned him.
"Everyone, everyone loves me," he said with a smile.
I laughed. "True. I meant Tristin though," I informed him. "Troy does too, your bromance means a lot to him," I stated.
Chad laughed. "Ella, we've been best friends since birth, that isn't gonna change. Friends are like scissors, El, they grow apart only to come back together," he told me. I raised my eyebrows at him. Where did that line come from? "Tay and I got Chinese the other day, it was my fortune cookie," he admitted.
I laughed also. "I'm serious, Chad, Troy does miss you. He asked me to play video games with him yesterday," I mentioned. Chad gasped dramatically. "I know! I can play them and beat all your asses, but I don't want to," I said. "I know you are into Rick right now, sure, but remember our Troysie," I told him. Chad laughed again. "Or me for that matter, you seem to hang out with more boys than girls these days," I commented. Because that is bad thing.
"You're a mom now, Gabi, you have no free time, and all the free time you do have is devoted to your more girlie friends. Actually, Troy then your girlfriends," he corrected himself. "Besides, you aren't working right now, and we used to spend a lot of time together at work," he reminded me.
That's true, we did. "I know," I muttered. "I miss work," I whined.
"You're starting college next month, you won't miss it for long," he assured me.
I nodded, shrugging a little as I did. I saw Troy coming over out of the corner of my eye. "Hey, if I suddenly started making out with you right now, would that make us awkward?" I asked him. Maybe that will make Troy jealous? It may be Chad, but it's worth a shot.
He responded with a look full of disgust.
"Hey," Troy greeted. "What's going on?" he wondered.
"I'm hitting on Chad," I answered with a smile.
Troy chuckled. "Yeah, how is that going?" he replied.
"Not good, take her, please," Chad answered.
"Deal," Troy agreed, picking me up, then threw me over his shoulder.
"Troy!" I exclaimed. I heard their laughs. "Where are you taking me?" I asked.
Instead of answering, he put me down in a chair before setting Carmin in my lap. "Present time," he merely stated with a sexy smile on his face.
The twins received a whole bunch of stuff, toys, clothes, money (for Troy and I to go shopping with for them, of course), and a voucher from Belle saying she'll give them their first haircuts. The main gift Troy and I have Tristin was a mini basketball hoop with a few soft basketballs. He still hasn't stopped playing with it. The main gift we got Carmin was a doll set, she's already dressing them up and undressing them. They're not barbies, I never liked barbies, they're more baby made, so it's easier for her to try and put clothes on them. So far, she hasn't put one thing on correctly by herself, or clasped them right, but it's adorable watching her put something one one, then show it around with pride on her face. Sharpay is already playing with her.
"I am so tired," I yawned around ten, collapsing on the couch. Everyone was gone by nine, but we had to clean up some before even thinking about going to bed.
"Same here," Troy agreed, settling himself behind me, an arm around my middle.
I snuggled back into him. "I am so tired I want to sleep for twelve hours to feel that delirious feeling because you slept too long," I mentioned.
"Mm, me too," Troy mumbled against the back of my neck. "The twins went to sleep late, maybe they'll wake up late, and then my mom is taking them. We'll get time to rest tomorrow," he reminded me.
I expelled a breath. "Babe, have you seen our house, we have to clean tomorrow," I responded.
"I know, but I'm still forcing you into a nap with me," he told me, his hand slipping underneath my shirt. Adam and Shyanne already turned in to go to sleep. They are on a time difference, to them, it's an hour later than it actually is, plus today was tiring. Everyone took part in playing with the kids for a while.
I flipped over to face him and snuggled in again. "We're never doing this again," I stated, breathing in his scent.
"Okay," Troy muttered, sounding sleepy.
"Mm, Troy, we should go upstairs," I suggested, getting up on my elbow. "We could sleep down here, but not them," I said, nodding my head towards the twins, who fell asleep on the arm chair, cuddled into each other. I placed a blanket over them earlier.
Troy sat up, groaning with a yawn as he did. "I don't like when you make sense, so stop it," he mumbled, rubbing his eyes.
I stood up and stretched, not wanting to put the twins to sleep. I'll have to change them, at least their diapers if nothing else, and they will not like it. They might just have to Tommy Pickle it tonight, wearing only a shirt and diaper to bed.
"Wait, we're forgetting someone," Troy said, leaving through the backdoor. A minute later, he came in the house, Tommy over his shoulder. Tommy got into a fight with Kara about commitment, so be began to drink more than he should have. Then, Kara took his car and left without him. He passed out on the jacuzzi cover a while ago. He tossed Tommy down on the couch, making him groan loudly. "Don't throw up on my carpet or I'll kick your ass," he warned his friend.
After, we grabbed the twins, who like I thought, did not want to be moved. We ended up putting them in clean onesies, just because they didn't get bathes tonight. I made sure to use a few extra baby wipes just so they were sorta clean. They went to sleep easily afterwards. I changed Carmin, and she wasn't a happy camper.
"Troy, can you do me a favor?" I asked him as we turned the light out in our bedroom.
"Does it require me moving?" he replied, already trying to get comfier.
"Not really," I answered. "When you wake up in the middle of the night, and we're not cuddling, will you cuddle with me?" I questioned.
Troy let out a breath, pulling me closer. "I don't want to wake you up," he insisted.
"I don't care, just do it," I responded.
"Okay," he agreed, making me smile. It wasn't long before we both fell asleep, in each others arms.
I woke to the sunlight streaming through the French doors leading to the balcony. I rolled over to get the sun out of my eyes, and rolled over onto Troy. We both groaned. "Bright, sorry," I muttered out. As soon as I finished my sentece, I shot up in bed. "Bright? Troy, it's noon!" I exclaimed, looking at the clock. What about the twins? How long have they been up, crying, probably wet in their cribs? Before I got up, I noticed there was a piece of paper next to my clock with my name on it.
Gabriella and Troy,
We're letting you sleep in. Sleep in for as long as you want, we'll take care of the twins. (Take a shower together!)
love,
Shyanne and Adam
I smiled a little. I dropped the paper then fell back to bed. "The twins are with Shyanne and Adam," I informed him, settling back against the mattress and pillows.
Troy nodded, his eyes closed, his arm wrapping around me. "Mmkay," Troy mumbled, looking like he was well on his way back to sleep. I'm more away due to my mom moment as Troy as come to call them. We got about thirteen hours of sleep, that hasn't happened since I was pregnant.
Because of this, I spent some time watching Troy sleep. He wasn't completely asleep, I could tell, but he was in that in between area. I got up on my elbow and kissed his cheek. A small 'mm' came from his throat. I smiled and did it to the other cheek. From there, I peppered kisses all over his face, his nose, his chin, his forehead. When he fell back onto his back, I moved to straddle him so I could continue. Finally, he opened his eyes with a smile, then stretched, arching his back, causing me to become unsteady.
"Good way to wake up," he garbled, his hands making their way onto my bare thighs. We were so tired last night, we just went to the bathroom, stripped down to our underwear, and went to sleep. I could've put one of Troy's shirts on, but I was a little hot, so I decided against it. This means I am only wearing a matching orange bra and pantie set. At least it's pretty.
"Good afternoon, baby," I greeted, tapping his chest.
Troy cleared his throat, sitting up. His arms wrapped around my waist lowly, his face buried into my shoulder as he did. "G'morning," he mumbled out. I giggled as my arms wound around his shoulders.
"It's twelve fifteen, babe," I informed him, a hand in his hair already.
"Where are the twins?" he wondered, pulling away.
I smiled at him, running a hand through his still-perfect hair. It's a little messy, but nothing a brush couldn't fix, while I look like Medusa. "With Shyanne and Adam," I answered. "I told you all of this fifteen minutes ago," I reminded him.
"I was sleeping, that doesn't count," he insisted, moving to rest his head on my shoulder again. He suddenly groaned. "I have to work tonight."
"I am spending the night with Shyanne and Adam, they're going home tomorrow morning," I mentioned. "And, the twins of course," I added. "But, I think your mom is taking them at some point today," I said.
Troy nodded, letting out a breath against my neck, making me shudder. "Your mom probably will to," he commented. "She said something about taking all the grandkids with your dad," he told me.
"All my siblings are probably partying it up, then," I responded. "You wanna shower with me, Bolton?" I asked a moment later.
I felt the smile against my skin. "Yeah," he agreed, taking his head from my shoulder. "Why don't you go get it started, then I'll be in right after you?" he questioned.
I wanted to ask why, then shrugged, deciding I didn't care. "Alright," I replied, hopping off of him and going into the bathroom. "Troy!" I yelled, making him shoot up in bed. I crossed my arms.
"What's wrong?" he wondered, rubbing his eyes.
I gave him a look, an evil look. He saw that I was dressed in a pair of comfy, stretchy black pants that look like they are lace, but aren't. My black top is oversized, so it hangs off my shoulder, and my hair is curly, like normal. I put on a pair of black sandals with it. I also put put on light make up.
"Our shower," he recalled, yawning. "Baby, I'm sorry," he apologized, reaching for me.
I scooched away. "I don't care," I replied. Instead of showering with me, Sleeping Beauty here, fell back asleep. "You had a hot, naked, wet wife in there, and you forgot all about her," I accused.
"It's not like we could have done anything, you have your period," he replied.
I glared even more. "So?!" I exclaimed. It'll be gone by tomorrow, anyways. "There was time when you would have thrown me over your shoulder and tossed me in there, and now you don't even want to shower with me anymore," I stated. "And, we don't always have sex in the shower, you know that."
"I was tired, Gabriella. Why are you making such a big deal about this?" he questioned.
I shook my head, walking away. "Figure it out yourself," I responded, leaving the room. I went downstairs to find an empty, messy house, and another note on the kitchen table. It was two in one.
Troy and Gabriella,
We took the twins out, and agreed with your friends to let you sleep. They probably won't be back until dinnertime, so have fun together.
Love,
Mom, Mami, and Papi
Underneath that was a note from Shyanne and Adam.
Gabs,
We went out for a picnic, and took some leftovers from yesterday. Hope you don't mind, but you said we needed to talk more. We'll be back later.
Love ya,
Shy
I did want to see my children, but they never get to see them. I got to doing the dishes, especially when I knew Troy went in the shower, less hot water for him. I can't believe he forgot about me. I actually got most of the dishes either done, or put in the dish washer, the trash picked up, and surfaces cleaned when Troy came down.
"Geez, you must me angry, you're cleaning," he commented, striding into the kitchen, but I ignored him.
I nodded silently, drying off my hands. I reached for a garbage bag, but Troy picked me up. I didn't make a noise, signalling I am pissed. He walked out of the kitchen and sat me down on the bar. He pulled me to the edge of the counter, standing in the middle of my legs, his hands traveling up my thighs. This isn't working.
"I love you," he offered, kissing my neck.
I shrugged, letting out a breath. It's not like I can deny that. I flinched away when he came to one of my spots.
"Aw, Brie, come on," he urged. "It was one shower, we can have one later if you want," he said.
I shook my head. "Later, Adam and Shyanne will be here, then the twins will be back, and you'll have to go to work," I reminded him.
"Alright, we'll have one tomorrow," he insisted.
"When do you suppose we do that?" I asked. "In the morning? Nope, the twins will be waking up. During a nap? Nope, we have to clean the house, or do laundry, or you have to pay bills, or I have to go grocery shopping. When they go to bed? Nope, a friend is over, or one of us will be going out to be with a friend and get out of the house, or neither of us are in the mood because we're tired and have been doing stuff all day," I told him. "When was the last time we even showered together, Troy?"
Troy thought back for a moment. "I don't know," he replied.
"You don't remember. Neither do I, it's been that long," I responded. "You know, yesterday Shyanne asked me why I'm not happy, and the reason is because we don't shower together anymore," I stated, picking up the garbage back, turning around, and hopping off the counter.
I made my way outside, bringing Mickey with me so he can do his business. I began to pick up all the plastic cups and plates when Troy came outside. "What do you mean you're not happy, Gabriella?" he questioned.
"Oh, don't take it so literal," I told him, stepping over a pile of.. something. Troy is going to have to hose down the whole porch.
"How do you want me to take it? You said you're not happy," he reminded me.
I turned to face him. "In general, yes, I am happy. But, I am not one hundred completely percent happy, no one is. And, one of the reasons I'm not is because you don't want to shower with me anymore," I informed him.
"Does this have to do with me cuddling with you when we sleep?" he wondered.
"I am so glad you remember that, but not that your wife is naked in the shower, waiting for you," I told him. I don't care that we're outside, one of many reasons Troy and I love this house is that it's a considerable ways away from neighhors. "But, yes, it has to do with that. We don't wake up tangled together anymore," I said.
Troy ran a hand down his face. "Gabriella-"
"Do you know how many times you've called me Gabriella lately?" I asked. "I don't like that, you're supposed to call me Brie," I told him.
"I do call you Brie most of the time!" he assured me. "Why are you acting like such a girl?" he questioned.
I glared at him. "I am a girl!" I stated, dropping the garbage bag and going back into the house.
Troy caught me in the house, picking me up Bridal style. "You're my girl," he corrected, sitting down on the couch with me in his lap. "Why aren't you happy, really?"
I shrugged, expelling a breath. "I don't know, we don't get as much time together as we used to," I told him, listing off some of the things I did to Shyanne. "And, I know we don't do as much as we used to because of the twins, so I don't mind. I love being a mom," I stated.
"I know you do," Troy murmured.
"I seriously love it. I love waking up in the morning to their baby talk over the monitor. I love going into their room to see their faces brighten up because they see that it's me. I love playing with them, and making the smile, and laugh. I love watching you with them. I love watching them in general. I love the look Carmin gives us when she knows she did something right, and wants attention. I love the look Tristin gives me when he wants something, and I can't resist it. I love that Carmin is finally walking," I explained. "I love everything about them, they are so much like you and me, and I love it. Before you become a parent, you know you'll love your child so much, but you don't know how much 'til you see your baby. I can't even begin to understand how much I love them-"
"Gab-Brie, I know," he cut me off. "I feel the same, but don't you think I miss going out as much too? Don't you think I miss showering with you two or three times a week?" he questioned me. "We can't help it though, Brie. When you have kids, it becomes less about us, and more about them," he said.
I nodded. "I know, it's supposed to be that way. I just don't want to grow apart," I confessed. "My parents did, they were so in love when I was a kid, and not they're divorced. They're happy, but divorced," I told him.
"I know, but we're not your parents. Why do you think we're growing apart? Because we don't shower together as much? Because we don't wake up tangled together every single morning? Because I didn't get jealous you kissed Tommy for five seconds longer than normal?" he asked me.
I shrugged. "I don't know, I just kind of jumped to conclusions there," I mumbled.
"Baby, do you realize that it was less than a month ago that out in Sharpay's parent's backyard I fingered you, you have me hand job, then we made love right there, where we got married?" he wondered. I blushed, as I often do when he brings up that incident. "Does it seem like we're growing apart to you?" he questioned.
"No, but it could happen-"
"It won't happen," he stated. He picked me up again, then began walking further into the house.
I didn't fight him. "Where are you taking me?" I asked as he turned for the steps.
"To the shower, we have some time before Shyanne and Adam come back," he answered, making me smile.
We didn't have sex, we couldn't, but it was fun. When we got out, I changed back into my clothes, and didn't feel like dealing with my hair again, so I put it up in a messy bun. The phone rang as I was putting some make up back on. "Hello?" I picked it up, putting my eyeliner pen down. No one said anything. "Hello?" I repeated.
There was a noise. "Hi, um, is this the Bolton residence?" someone asked.
"Yes, whose calling?" I questioned.
The woman cleared her throat. "This is Tiffany Bolton, Jack Bolton's wife."
So sorry this is so late!!! I was busy, and I was having trouble writing the chapter.
I don't like this chapter.. I don't know why. I don't think I got Gabriella's speech to Shyanne right, or Gabriella's speech in the end about the twins..
So, here is the chapter..
REVIEW PLEASE! Read MTL: Rewritten and REVIEW IT. I am worried about REVIEWS for it.
-- Kayleigh