"What's up sweetheart?" Cristina asked. Apparently her daughter had some revelation. She closed the door.

"Mom I'm pregnant." Gabriella said after a few minutes of complete silence.

Cristina asked, "You're what?"

"I'm pregnant." Gabriella repeated.

"But you took a test. It was negative." Cristina said.

Gabriella nodded, "Then I went to the hospital and took another one."

"Oh my God." Cristina screeched. "Are you ok? Do you know what you want to do?"

Gabriella nodded, "I want to have an abortion."

Cristina gasped again, "What? Why?"

"I don't think I am ready for a child." Gabriella replied.

"But you have family. We can help you." Cristina argued.

Gabriella sighed, "I know but still."

Cristina gave her daughter a hug, "Whose the father?"

"Troy." Gabriella answered.

"Bolton?" Cristina guessed.

Gabriella nodded, "Yeah."

"But isn't he dating that rude girl from New Zealand?"

"She's from Australia and yes mom."

Cristina shook her head, ""Aw Gabi. Does he know?"

"Yeah and I don't think he is the most supportive of my decision." Gabriella told her mother. "He wants me to keep it."

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Cristina questioned. "Once it's gone, it's gone forever."

Gabriella didn't want to admit that she had an unsettling feeling about the whole situation. "Yes."

Cristina sighed, "Ok. I'll call and make you an appointment."

"I'm sorry." Gabriella apologized.

"I know sweetheart. But you don't owe me an apology."

Gabriella laughed, "I feel like I do."

"Just go to bed. We can talk more if you want in the morning." Cristina gave her daughter one more hug before leaving her room.

~The Next Morning~

Gabriella woke up and saw her dad staring at her. "Hi daddy. What's up?"

Greg walked in, "Your mother told me."

"Pardon me."

Greg sat down on the chaise in the corner, "Your mother told me your pregnant."

Gabriella groaned, "Really?"

"Gabriella don't get the abortion." Greg said.

"Dad I don't want to talk about this right now." Gabriella told him.

Greg stood up, "Were you ever going to tell me?"

Gabriella sighed, "No, probably not." She replied honestly. She looked down at her hands so she didn't have to look at the hurt on her dad's face. When he walked out of the room, she grabbed her phone and dialed Troy's number.

"Hi Gabriella." Troy greeted.

"Troy I can't meet you." Gabriella told him.

"Why?"

"Something came up." Gabriella told him honestly. "Let's reschedule."

Troy sighed, "Ok. I'll talk to you later."

"Bye." Gabriella hangs up. She couldn't get the image of her dad's face out of her head. It was something she had never seen before. Out of nowhere, she started crying. Gabriella had never been much of a cryer. Crying showed that she had no control over her emotions and that she was weak. But the more she started thinking, the more she thought that she was a horrible person, the more she cried.

After what seemed like hours, the tears finally stopped. It's not that Gabriella was done crying. She had just ran out of tears and was now breathing like a maniac.

Angelo walked in, "Hey ugly."

"We're twins jackass." Gabriella shot back.

"Are you alright?" Angelo asked.

Gabriella frowned, "What do you mean?"

"Your eyes are red. And your nose is so red it rivals Rudolph's." Angelo answered.

Gabriella wiped her nose, "I'm fine."

Angelo rolled his eyes, "You're crying a lot lately. It's like permanent PMS."

"Get out Angelo." Gabriella ordered.

"And would it kill you stop throwing up so loudly?" Angelo said. "You're skinny. An eating disorder isn't a good look for you. Do I need to tell mom and dad?"

Gabriella shook her head, "Bye Angelo."

"Try sound proofing your walls." Angelo suggested before walking out.

~Later That Night~

"Daddy do you know where my house keys are?" Gabriella asked.

Greg sighed, "No." He replied dryly.

Gabriella frowned but soon realized something, "It's Sunday. What to go to the grocery store and get Ben & Jerry's and rent movies?"

Greg shook his head, "I'm not really in the mood for that this week Gabriella."

"Oh." She said softly.

Cristina frowned, "Greg honey, let's go upstairs and talk.

"Crissy leave me alone."

"Gregory Manuel Montez, upstairs. Now." Cristina demanded. Angelo, Lola, and Gabriella knew things were about to get heated. Cristina only used Greg's full name when he was in trouble.

Reluctantly, Greg stood up and made his way upstairs. Cristina turned to her children, "We'll be back." She follows her husband up to their bedroom and closes the door.

"Greg you can't ice Gabriella out." Cristina stated.

Greg rolled his eyes, "I'm not icing Gabriella out. This is my way of dealing."

"This is not a productive way to deal."

"I don't want her to have the abortion." Greg told her.

"Neither do I." Cristina said honestly.

"You aren't acting like you're really torn up about this." Greg snapped.

Cristina sat down, "This is her decision."

"She is a minor." Greg said. "She can't do this if she does not have parental consent. I don't approve."

"Well I will go with her. She only needs one parent."
Cristina argued.

Greg shook his head, "I can't believe you. Since abortion is so amazing why don't you go back 18 years when you found out you were pregnant and get an abortion. Then fast forward two years and abort the twins."

"Abortion may not be a choice for me but it is for Gabriella and it's not a choice I agree with but she is our daughter and we as her parents have to support her." Cristina explained.

They didn't realize that they were yelling pretty loudly. Angelo turned to Gabriella, "You're pregnant?"

Gabriella sighed and started towards the door, "I won't be for long." She left the house.

A few minutes later, Cristina and Greg walked back downstairs. "Who was at the door?" Greg asked.

"Gabriella left." Angelo replied. "We heard you guys arguing. You weren't really quiet."

Cristina gasped, "Kids we're sorry you had to hear that."

Lola shrugged, "Yeah. We are to."

"Well where did Gabriella go?" Greg asked.

Angelo shrugged, "She just left. Her phone is on the table."

"And you let her leave?"

Lola rolled her eyes, "Mom she's 16 years not months."

Cristina frowned, "Your sister has had a bad day. You know she has blind anger and no control when she's upset. She made her 7th grade teacher cry that day she got into that fight with Lola."

"Ms. Sharp and her mole were asking for it." Angelo defended.

~With Gabriella~

"Gabriella what's the matter?" Lucille asked.

"Is Troy here?" Gabriella asked.

"Marcus get your brother." Lucille ordered.

Marcus gets off the kitchen counter and walks toward the living room, "Troy, Gabriella is here."

Troy gets up, "Hey Br...what's wrong?"

Gabriella shakes her head, "Can we talk please?"

"Of course." Troy replied. They sat down on the couch. "Whats the matter?"

Gabriella laughed, "Whats not the matter? My parents hate me."

Troy rolled his eyes, "Thats not possible. What happened?"

"I told my mom I was pregnant and she told my dad. Now he can barely look at me." Gabriella told him.

"That makes no sense." Troy said.

"But its true." Gabriella cried.

"Dont cry." Troy said. He put a soothing hand on her back to try to calm her down. When Gabriella got upset, she overstressed herself. "Its alright Brie."

Gabriella shook her head, "Its not alright. Nothing will ever be alright ever again in my life."

Troy sighed. He honestly had nothing to say. He felt like he ruined her life. Her precious, sacred, privlegded drama-free life. "Im so sorry. I really am."

"I know you are." Gabriella told him.

"Gabriella why cant you at least consider keeping it?" Troy questioned.

Gabriella sighed, "Because Troy, you and I like to play games with each other's minds and feeling and emotions. Dont want our baby to be apart of that."

Troy smiled and kissed Gabriella's forehead, "You called it our baby."

Gabriella frowned, "Please dont get attached." She didnt know who sje was trying to convince: Troy or herself.

"Ok. When is your appointment?"

Gabriella shrugged, "I dont know yet. I havent got a call back."

"Oh." Troy replied quietly.

Gabriella didnt want to talk anymore. She knew how much Troy wanted her to keep the baby. She looked up at him, "Your eye is purple."

"Last time I looked in the mirror, they were blue." Troy said sarcastically.

Gabriella shook her head, "Duh I mean it looks like you got hit. Did you get into a fight?"

Troy sighed, "Leah hit me with a shoe."

Gabriella laughed, "Why?"

"We had an arguement and took one of my tennis shoes and hit me." Troy answered.

"Ha. About time you two get sick of each other." Gabriella joked.

"Shut up Montez."

"Seriously what were you two arguing about?"

Troy sighed, "You."

Gabriella frowned, "What did I do?"

"I accidentally told her that you were pregnant...with my baby."