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I am so sorry this took soooo long! I did not think it would take this long. I had a little trouble starting this chapter, then after that, I was busy. I was either with friends, had homework or projects, or just plain could not right something good, so I refused to write. I have a storyline coming soon (sorta soon) that I love, and I can't wait for, so don't fret, this won't be going on hiatus! I just have a life.. finally!

FunFact:
Carmin and Tristin's original names in the beginning when I first thought of this story were Cassandra and Travis.

13 weeks pregnant
(Time jump)

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Named Our Lips Are Sealed by The Go-Go's because of the end...


I woke up to the feeling of something on my shoulder. It wasn't annoying, I enjoyed it although it was waking me from my sleep. I buried into my pillows while letting a humming noise escape my throat.

"Mm, baby, wake up," Troy insisted, his lips continuing down my shoulder and onto my open back. I am wearing a white cami and purple short sleep shorts.

I shook my head defiantly. "So tired. Up late; studying," I mumbled, feeling well rested even though I had stayed up later than Troy would have let me had be been home. I have a test tonight, a big one.

"I know, I came home to you passed in a mountain of books," he replied in between slow, warm kisses. Troy had the night shift last night. I felt the covers slowly be taken off of me as he went on kissing. I wish he would do this every morning. Maybe it would make me more of a morning person like him. He's so chipper in the morning, it pisses me off.

I rolled over closer to him so I was on my back and practically in his lap. My eyes still didn't open. "Time?" I mumbled as he kissed my chest now (no, not there, above there, I know what you were thinking. Well, it's what I was thinking).

"Past eleven," he answered, his mouth moving down my shirt and lifted up the bottom to uncover my bump.

I have a baby bump, a baby bump you wouldn't think was a baby if you didn't know me. We still haven't told anyone besides Chad and Vince. I wish I had told a girl, just so I could do all the girlie things with them. Vince is slightly girlie, hello he is bi, but it only goes so far. Especially since he is so crushed on out this new girl, Zoe, he's been acting too much like a boy if you ask me.

My first trimester went by so quickly and was such a breeze it's unbelievable. I had some morning sickness, but it wasn't every morning, it and it wasn't unmanageable. I was sleepy, but not completely exhausted. I had odd dreams, but not too much. It was so much easier than when I was preggers with the twins. It helps that I have a craving for well, Troy, so his life is more than a-okay at the moment (at least in our world). He's fighting with Tommy, but won't tell me why. They haven't hung out in over a week in a half. That hasn't happened since I met Tommy, not even Kara knows why they're fighting, but she is worried about it.

Also, right now with school, I am completely caught up, and not totally stressed out. Troy has been making sure I get sufficient time to get through everything while attempting to relax, and of course, be a mom. I have no idea where I would be without that man.

My eyes popped open after the time sprang from his lips. By now, his lips were moving over my bump slowly. "Eleven? AM?" I questioned. "Where are the twins, wha-"

"They are not home," Troy cut me off.

"What do you mean they're not home? They're sixteen months old, they can't just leave," I reminded him. Duh.

He chuckled, setting himself on his elbow above me. "Yes, I know. Your sister called this morning. She was taking her kids to that new, huge park on the other side of town. She wondered if we wanted a kid free afternoon, I said yes, obviously. I got them ready, brought them in to say goodbye to you while you were asleep, fed them, and sent them on their way," he informed me. "We're free today, baby," he stated as his hand rested on my stomach.

I shook my head as my eyes slipped closed again. "I need to look over my notes."

"No, you don't," my husband interrupted me. "You've done nothing but study for this damn test for almost two weeks. I've quizzed you, I know our friends have, and I know you studied a lot last night. Your brain needs a break, you need a break," he told me.

"Mm-hm," I sighed, snuggling into him. "Thank you for waking me up nicely," I said softly against his chest,

He chuckled again. "What was a I going to do? Be mean to my pregnant wife?" he questioned rhetorically. "You look beautiful," he added in a low voice.

"You're biased, I'm pregnant and the love of your life," I replied. "I want a shower, I am so hungry, I-"

"I intend of granting your every wish. It is your birthday in-"

"Ah, la la la la la la," I repeated over and over again, holding my hands to my ears.

I heard his laugh. "Brie, you," he stopped when I continued. "Gabriella, we are not old!" he stated as he pulled my hands away.

"Easy for you to say! Even though we're getting older, you seem to either stay exactly the same, or get sexier than you were somehow. I, on the other hand," I started.

Troy put a finger over my lips. "You get sexier too," he stated.

"You're biased," I managed to repeat against his finger. "I'm pregnant with your child," I reminded him once I removed his finger.

"You are pregnant with my baby, but that doesn't mean I am the only one who thinks you're beautiful and sexy," he insisted. He began kissed down my neck again. "What happened to sixty is old? Remember when you thought that?"

I smiled at his actions. "When will the twins be home?" I wondered, one of my hands threading into his hair.

"Four or five," he answered against my skin. It made me shiver.

"Which sister took them?" I questioned.

His mouth hovered over my most sensitive spots on my neck. "Super mom Isabelle Maria James," he told me. "Can I kiss you now?" he asked, his breath tickling my spot.

"Mm, not there," I replied.

Troy sighed before obliging my request, knowing I could go hormonal on him. "How you feeling?" he questioned, wrapping his arms around me.

I bit my lip. "I want to look over my notes," I answered honestly.

He laughed lightly. "I figured as much," he commented as his fingers traced shapes into my side. "I'll make you a deal," he started.

"I'll listen," I told him, nuzzling my head against his neck.

"You put on minimal clothes and stay in here and look over your notes for half an hour," he said. "The minimal clothes merely for my benefit, of course. I'll finish cutting the grass and order food for us. When I come back up here to get you, you have to stop studying," he went on. "That means no studying for the rest of the night," he finished. "Deal?"

I bit my lip before nodding. "Deal," I agreed with a smile. I put on my lacy royal purple booty underwear (Troy picked it out) along with a black lacy cami. I also put in a call to my sister.

"Well, good morning, sleepy head," she greeted me in a cheery voice.

I smiled. "Hey, Belle, how is everything going?" I questioned her as I took out my school work.

"I'm pregnant," she started, making me laugh. I know. Almost nine months pregnant. "I am very pregnant, running around with too many kids, and I have a baby using my bladder like a treadmill," she continued to whine. "But, the kids are being manageable, I have a few friends with me, so everything is alright," she told me.

I nodded. "The twins are being good?" I wondered.

"Better than my kids," she replied.

I laughed. "If you have any problems, bring them home, okay? I don't mind if it's a little earlier than you said," I insisted.

"Gabi, they're angels, enjoy your afternoon off," Belle stated. "You're gonna owe me, especially when the baby comes," she assured me. She's having a boy, so is Serena. What a ca-winky-dink, right? They do everything together.

I nodded. "I'll pay you back, love ya," I said in goodbye before we hung up.

I studied for over twenty minutes when I heard the lawn mower turn off. It was a moment later I heard something hit the balcony door. In annoyance, I got off the bed and went out onto the balcony. Sure enough, Troy was standing in the backyard, looking up at me.

"You beckoned?" I questioned over the railing.

He smiled. "I need something," he called up. "And, you're pretty to look at this way," he added with a grin.

I shook my head at him. "Don't flatter me, you're cutting into my study time," I reminded him. "So, tell me what I want so I can go in," I ordered.

"Hey, Mrs. Bolton!" I heard a loud voice call. It was the boy next door, Chris, who is about sixteen. He's sixteen, hanging out with his friends, and I am out on my balcony, wearing underwear and a tight tank top. I think Arlene will have a problem with me soon. Arlene is the mother of Chris.

I waved awkwardly. "Hi," I shouted back, ignoring Troy's laugh and Chris's high five to his friend. "What do you want, Bolton, tell me now," I demanded.

He was quiet for a moment. "I, uh, forget," he told me.

I sighed and turned to go back in.

"Wait!" he yelled. "I'll remember in a second," he ensured me.

"You have thirty seconds, Troy, I have jail bait checking me out," I told him.

"It's not my fault you didn't put more clothes on before coming out here!" he defended himself.

I glared. "Fifteen seconds!" I warned.

"Excuse me for getting sidetracked when I see my wife come out in practically nothing and have the sun behind her. It creates a very pretty picture and you're beautiful," he informed me.

My heart swelled at the cheesy response. He's adorable. "Get your head out of your pants and tell me what you need," I rephrased.

He looked confused for a moment. I wanted to go back in seeing as Chris as still staring at me, plus his friends, and I want to study. Troy came forward on to the deck, up onto the table, and climbed up the balcony. It did not look as easy as it did in high school, especially since I had a tree, and this is just all arm strength. Man, did his muscles ripple as he did it. I think I salivated a little bit. He threw himself over the railing then blocked me from Chris's vision.

"Why did you just do that?" I laughed as he approached me.

He shrugged. "It occurred to me that I never have before," he replied. "It's a good workout for my arms," he mentioned. "I'm glad I added you wearing sexy clothes into the deal."

I giggled. "Well, you didn't finish the lawn, the food isn't here, and you haven't come up to get me, so our deal has yet to be completed," I stated.

"Yeah, yeah, use you're sexy teacher language against me," he breathed. "Can I have a kiss before I climb back down?" he questioned.

I pretended to contemplate it before pulling on his shirt until his lips were against mine. "Now, go," I ordered a second later after pushing him away.

"Tease," he accused as he swing his leg over the railing. "Brie, get back inside, I think Chris is getting off on the show," he told me.

I gasped. "Troy Bolton!" I warned.

He laughed and lowered himself down. "Love you," he said, then dropped.

I smiled. "You too, now get back to work," I ordered in a playful voice as I made my way back into the house.

Fifteen minutes later, I heard a noise coming from downstairs, and since Troy had finished the lawn, I knew it was him. Normally, it wouldn't matter, but I heard his guitar. I don't remember the last time I heard him play. I pulled on a pair of white sweatpant capris before going was on the couch, a new shirt on for some odd reason, and his guitar in his arms.

He was faced more towards the French doors leading out of the house, so I slipped behind him with my legs around him. "What are you up to?" I questioned in his ear before nipping at it.

He chuckled. "I thought you were studying?" he asked as he played a few notes.

"I thought you were cutting the grass," I replied with my hands at his shoulders.

"Finished," he answered. "I got really sweaty, so I changed, why aren't you studying, Bolton?" he wondered.

I smiled. "I heard you playing," I told him and began to massage his shoulders lightly.

"Yeah, I saw the case in the basement. I guess I had an urge to play," he informed me, strumming lightly.

"I like when you play, it's a turn on," I confessed.

I felt his body vibrate with a laugh. "Really? I should play more often then, not that you haven't been turned on lately," he commented.

I laughed. "Remember it after the baby comes," I suggested, moving to lay back on the ouch with one of my legs in his lap, the other behind him.

"Will do," he assured me as he played a light song I didn't know.

My eyes closed. "Why'd you stop playing, babe?" I wondered a moment later.

"Dunno," he told me. "We moved, it was out of sight, then we had kids, and we're having another. It just slipped my mind, I guess," he summed up. "I like it, though. I think I'm gonna start playing again," he added.

I smiled. "Good, I like when you play, it calms me," I told him.

"Then, I'll play more often, you're too stressed as it is in my opinion," he replied.

I heard him put the guitar down and was about to open my eyes and ask why when I felt him move. His head rested over my stomach and his body covering the rest of mine while his arms wrapped around me. Oh. "You're a good blanket," I yawned.

"Are you tired?" he asked in a suspicious voice.

"No," I assured him quickly. I could see his doubt look even with my eyes closed. "Maybe a little, but I'm pregnant, it happens," I reminded him while threading my fingers into his hair.

"Mm-hm, I'm gonna make sure you start to get more sleep," he stated.

I nodded a little. "Troy," I started. "What do you want to name the baby?" I questioned him.

I felt his shrug. "I dunno, we'll talk about it when we know if it's a boy or girl or not," he said.

"If it's a boy, I wanna make his initials TAB again," I informed him anyways.

"No, we have too many T's in our life," he responded. "Troy, Tristin, Taylor, Tara, Tanya, Tommy, Tricia," he listed off. Geez, that is a lot. "We can make it ATB or something," he suggested.

I frowned. "No, I wanna make it TAB!" I insisted.

"We'll talk about it next month," he told me.

"You're not gonna talk me out of it. I want our boys to be named after you," I stated.

I heard his sigh. "If you want all our boys named after me, then I want our girls to be named after you," he proposed. "Carmin is named after you, we can mix it up a little, give the next one the same intitals or something," I said.

"Something," I agreed.

"Yeah, like a Spanish name because you're Mexican," Troy went on.

I smiled. "As long as we can agree on something and our boys are all TABs, okay," I told him.

"Named after me, I agree, TAB, maybe," he muttered.

I let out a breath. "I'll get my way, trust me," I warned. "Seeing me give birth has a strong effect on you. When you have me begging you to name our child TAB, you'll cave," I responded.

"Don't use your pain against me, it's unfair," he whined, burying into my belly a little.

That was the last thing I remember before falling asleep. I woke to subtle movement. I wasn't sure what it was until I tried to move and felt what it really was. With my eyes closed, my hands slowly inched towards it. I wasn't sure how effective it would be, but I began to tickle anyways. One baby squealed, Carmin.

"Guys!" Troy whined as I opened my eyes. "I said no bothering Mommy," he reminded them as he came over to us.

I hugged Carmin and Tristin close to me. "Like that was gonna happen," I said, kissing their heads. "I don't mind, I've been woken up very well all day today," I commented and kissed Troy when he leaned down for one.

He sat down next to my thigh. "We Bolton's try," he said while he smiled down at us.

"Boun!" Tristin exclaimed. That is his variation of Bolton. He's Trinin Boun. He hasn't even attempted Alexander. Carmin is Caamin Boun. The Ca part sounds like caw, like a hawk. She has tried Lucille, but it sounds like Loo-eel.

"What time is it?" I questioned, watching Carmin's body as she tried to move.

"About five," Troy answered, plucking Carmin up from next to me all together, giving me room to be more comfortable. "There's a baby in there," he told her, holding a hand over my stomach.

She looked at him blankly. "Uh-uh!" she insisted like she knew what we were talking about.

Troy chuckled. "Uh-huh!" he ensured her with a kiss on her forehead. She wiggled out of his lap and onto the ground. "Are you gonna leave too?" he asked towards Tristin. Our son merely snuggled into me more. "I like laying on your mom too," he told him. "Especially right here," he said while leaning down to kiss my stomach gently.

"You're son is like you, that's all," I breathed as I shifted Tristin against me better.

A moment later there was a crash and Carmin's cry. Troy was instantly up and on his way to her. She was in the bathroom, I think. He brought her back to us. She was no longer crying, but her face was red and she looked embarrassed.

"What did she do?" I asked, sitting up against the arm of the chair, then scooted Tristin into my lap more.

"Knocked over some stuff she shouldn't have been touching," Troy answered and looked at her with disappointment. She refused to look at him and had a frown on her face. They are so much alike, it's weird.

I lifted her chin up with my fingers and gave her a smile. She smiled in return before crawling into my lap with Tristin.

"You shouldn't baby her," Troy mentioned as he gave me a look.

I let out a laugh. "I baby her?" I questioned. "Yeah, right. One look from either of these two and they get what they want," I reminded him.

"Only sometimes," he attempted to defend himself. "Well, it depends on what they've done," he said.

I chuckled. "Did they have fun at the park?" I asked towards both Troy and the twins.

"Tristin got a little beat up on, but it was all right," Troy answered, rubbing Tristin's back. "They got fed, stuffed animals, and are the best kids in our family, apparently," he went on.

"He got beat up?" I asked with worry in my voice.

Troy chuckled. "As a rite of passage he'll have to suffer through for the rest of his life. The cousins did it, but there's no damage," he assured me. "Belle said he fought back gallantly, huh, buddy?" he asked, scuffing up his hair some.

My stomach growled loudly before anyone could say anything else. Carmin thought it was hilarious, even Troy and Tristin laughed a bit. "Mommy and baby are hungry," I stated the obvious.

"I took care of that," Troy said, standing up. "I made dinner."

The next night, Troy worked the night shift. He has been working a lot of those lately, it seems, and because of this I have not been getting the best sleep. Since that happens, I have been taking longer naps in the daytime, or just naps in general. That night, it took forever to fall asleep. I kept tossing and turning, and just could not get comfortable. And, if I had known what I would dream about, I wouldn't have gone to sleep at all.

I wasn't pregnant, I knew that much. My bump wasn't present, and I just plain did not feel pregnant. It was cold out, and cold too. Troy wasn't anywhere to be seen, which bothered me because I was all alone in a strange yet familiar place. It doesn't make sense, but I knew where I was, I just didn't exactly know.

"Troy!" I called out as I slowly walked around. I could barely see where I was going.

I heard a noise behind me. I turned, startled. No one was there that I could see, but I definitely heard something. I looked down at myself, then noticed something. I was wearing the same outfit I was wearing on the night I was raped. I stopped dead in my tracks.

"No," I stated. "No, no, no, no," I repeated to myself. I refused to go through this again. "Wake up," I whispered to myself.

I heard the noise again. This time, it caused me to start running as fast as I could. I felt as though I was running so fast, but getting no where. I looked behind me only to run into something in front of me. It knocked me down on my butt. "Hey, Brie," a voice greeted in an evil tone. Although the man said Brie, it was NOT Troy.

I began to scoot away. Greg. "This isn't real, it's a dream!" I squeaked the last line when Greg grabbed a chunk of my hair to get a hold of me.

"This is real, baby, this is what should have happened that night," Greg insisted, pushing me against the wall.

I cried out in fright, trying to push against him. "No, no," I repeated again.

Greg just chuckled and forced a kiss onto my mouth. I resisted against it. When he pulled away, he turned to reveal another figure. He didn't have a face, but I recognized him. I knew his clothes, I knew his body type, I knew him. It was my rapist. As he started towards me, I screamed.

I woke with a gasp and was drenched in sweat. I took in a deep breath, pushing my hair behind my ears. My hands were shaking. I've never had a dream with both Greg and the man who raped me in it. I woke up behind anything happened, but it still scared the fuck out of me.

My hand reached for the phone to call Troy, but I couldn't bring myself to dial the numbers. I wanted to hear his voice, just hear him tell me everything is okay. Even though I wanted it, that didn't mean I should do it. Troy is working, plus his sleeping, he didn't need to start worrying about me and get a call out to put out a fire. That does not end well. I'd tell him about it, just not yet.

Still, I did not want to be alone. Although it was not the smartest idea, I went to get my children and bring them to bed with me. Tristin didn't wake up, he sleeps like the dead. Carmin woke for a moment, whined, then fell asleep as soon as she hit my mattress. I put a pillow down besides Tristin, so if he rolled he wouldn't roll off the bed. Carmin was right next to me, so she was fine.

I wrapped my arms around my babies, burrowing into my pillow. With my kids right next to me, I felt better and was able to fall asleep.

The next time I woke up, I had slept dreamlessly, and was not sure how long I had slept. When I opened my eyes, Troy was there, and Carmin and Tristin were still asleep. "What time is it?" I groaned lightly, yawning as I did.

"I just got home, go to sleep, baby," Troy requested as he tossed an arm over the twins but also me. "Why are they here?" he wondered a moment later.

I bit my lip. "I-I had a bad dream and," I stopped. "I wanted to call you, but I didn't want worry you, so I brought them in here," I explained.

"What happened?" he asked, pulling me a little closer. We all fit in our bed well, but that won't last for long.

I let out a breath. "I was, and it was dark, and there was Greg, and-" I made no sense.

"Greg?" Troy questioned. "You had a dream about Greg?"

"Not just him," I replied. "Him and the guy who raped me," I corrected him. "They were both there, and it was dark, and I was cold, and you were no where around, and," I stopped, closing my eyes while shaking my head a little.

Troy took his hand in mine. "Hey, it's alright, I'm here now," he assured me.

"I know," I whispered. "I didn't want to be alone, so I brought them here," I told him.

Troy stayed quiet, but I didn't mind. There wasn't anything he could say that would change anything. What happened, happened, I cannot control my dreams.

"I never want our kids to know," I confessed, looking into his eyes. "I don't want them to know I was raped, or attacked, or anything," I clarified. "Once they know, they'll look at me differently. Almost everyone who knows besides you acted weird around me once they found out about it. I don't want them to be like that with me. I don't think I'll ever want to see their face if they found out, I've seen it on so many.." I trailed off. "I can't see it on my own kids," I told him.

"Then, you won't," Troy responded. "It's your decision, you went through it, you get to decide who knows or not. If you don't want anyone to know other than who knows right now, that is how it will stay. If you want that to change, you know I am right behind you," he said.

I nodded slightly. "I love you," I murmured.

"I love you too," Troy replied automatically. "Always," he stated.

I smiled softly. "Always," I agreed, squeezing his hand.

"Go to bed, it won't be long before these two are up, I'm surprised Carmin isn't already," he commented. "I'm off today, of course, so you're gonna take a few naps if you need to," he assured me as I already began to fall asleep once again. "Brie, come on!" Troy called to me on Friday.

I was woken up this morning by two toddlers and their father jumping on my bed, wishing me a happy birthday. I thought it was an interesting way to wake me up, and very cute on the twins part. Troy, however, knows I am not exactly excited for this day. I'm twenty six, whoop-dee-doo. I know I've said before that forty isn't even old, and I believe it, I just wish I wasn't getting old-er. I want to stay this age forever, and keep being with Troy, and continue on having kids. Is that so bad? I mean, they can stop aging too, around seventeen or so.. yeah, that would never work, but it's my fantasy, no criticizing it!

"One second!" I yelled back as I scrunched my hair up once more before giving my hair one last hit of hairspray. I'm spending the morning with Troy and the kids, then my friends this afternoon, and dinner with Troy alone. Plus, phone calls in between from everyone else. If anyone has anything for me, they can drop it by, and my siblings are having a mini party for me on Sunday when we all go to Felix's.

I have myself one last once over before leaving. It's almost ten now. Troy let me sleep in some, plus take a normal length shower. I am grateful. I put on a pair of dark faded jeans and a cheetah print sleeveless top. It is flowy down my stomach to the top of my jeans and I am wearing a black cami underneath to help contain my growing boobs (and a bra, of course). I also wore a pair of black gladiator heels with my hair down in bouncy curls. I wore a few rings along with my usual and a black beaded necklace too.

"Do I look pregnant?" I asked my husband as soon as I reached the first floor.

Troy turned from where he was at the bar with Carmin and Tristin at his feet. "Sexy and pregnant," he answered with a nod along with a smile. "Go on, get her," he told our children, tapping them on their backs to get them going.

I sat down on the bottom step so they could hug me again. They don't really understand that it's Mommy's birthday, but Troy's made them excited today. I hugged them happily. "Troy, I don't want to look pregnant," I reminded him, smiling down at the twins.

"Well, you do to me," he replied honestly. "I know you're body better than you do, I know when your boobs get bigger, I know when you are glowing, I know when you get a bump, it's easy for me to tell," he insisted.

"We don't want anyone to know for more than two weeks," I reminded him. "By then, I'll be fifteen weeks," I went on.

Troy nodded. "You can count well," he teased.

"Troy!" I scolded in my mom voice. "What I am trying to say that this pregnancy is going to get harder and harder to keep a secret especially since I am surrounded by pregnant women," I said. "Think about it, my sister's are, Taylor is, Sharpay is, Jaymi and Felix are trying, next thing you know Kara or Tanya or Shyanne will end up pregnant want I won't be able to say that I am!" I Whined.

He chuckled. "Baby, it's two weeks, and if you want to tell people, then tell them. I've wanted so since we found out you are for sure," he mentioned.

I sighed. "No, I want my mom here when we do," I mumbled.

"Then, get over it. Now, it's present time," Troy exclaimed happily, mostly for the twins' sake I think. Once they heard presents a switch went off in their heads and they got excited once again. Do they even know what presents are? Probably, they are kids, and all kids love presents. Plus, they're my kids, they're smart. "Come on," Troy urged, lifting them over the baby gate, then helped me over it as well.

I was taken to the couch to be given my presents to. "How did one year olds get me presents?" I wondered aloud as Troy grabbed the hidden gifts.

"Uh, you set them loose in a store and buy what they grab that you also like," he informed me as he sat down on the ground with Tristin in his lap.

I laughed with a nod. "Alrightie then, give me my first one, I love opening presents," I urged, holding my hands out, ready.

Troy helped Carmin hand me the gift. I could tell what it was before I unwrapped it, but I still made a show of it for her. I also let her help me because they love ripping off the paper. Once it was out in the open, she smiled up at me, expecting a reaction. Well, she got one.

"Wow, it's so nice!" I said genuinely about the coffee mug. It was purple with splashes of color all over it and the word 'Mom' written in a creative scrawl on the front. I gave her a tight squeeze for a hug and kissed her. "This is so great, Mommy hasn't had a permanent mug since she broke hers a few years ago," I insisted, smiling at her. "It's perfect, thank you, Carma-Lu," I finished with another kiss.

Carmin smiled so wide and clapped her hands together. Troy even chuckled at her because she is so cute. The sad part is that she knows it. I still don't know how Carmin will react to the new baby. She'll either be really excited, or hate it. I am hoping excited, just to make my life easier. I know Tristin will be amazing with it, he'll want to help, and see the baby all the time, and just be great. Carmin will be that way if she doesn't mind the attention off of her, but I know she'll mind at least a little.

"Next one," Troy spoke up, switching kids with me. After, he gave me a bigger wrapped present.

I could tell what this one was too, but again, I let him help and made a show of it. "It's a blanket!" I exclaimed once I saw it. "And, it matches my shirt," I laughed, looking down at my top. It was a fleece type blanket with a cheetah pattern. I could tell it was really warm, and I really liked it. "It's beautiful buddy, thank you," I said. He smiled up at me, pleased with my reaction. "We're gonna put it over the back of the couch so we can use it everyday," I informed him before pulling him into a hug and kissed his head.

"Alright, everyone give Mommy a big birthday hug!" Troy suggested before both him and Carmin hugged Tristin and I.

I sighed contently as I rested back against the couch with Troy next to me, Carmin in his lap while Tristin was in mine. "You always make my birthday such an event," I teased, leaning against him as well.

"Why wouldn't I? Do you have any idea how happy I am that you were born today twenty six years ago?" he questioned me. "If it weren't for you, I would be happy, and these two little Bolton's wouldn't exsist," he said, tickling our daughter. "Plus, one wouldn't be growing inside of you," he added.

I nodded slowly. "I know, but birthdays aren't what they used to be," I commented. "When you're a teenager, you're like, yeah! It's awesome, getting older. Even when you're in the single digits, you're so excited to be ten. Then, when you're ten, you want to be thirteen. And, when you're thirteen, you want to be sixteen. When you're sixteen, you want to be eighteen. Finally, when you're eighteen, you want to be twenty one. After that, you really don't care anymore," I rambled on.

"I care," Troy replied. "I don't care about my age, I feel good, I'm happy, my family is healthy, what more can I want?" he asked. "Age is just a number."

I was about to respond when the phone rang. "That's my mom," I stated.

"Are you gonna cry during the birth story?" he wondered as I reached for the phone.

I glared at him. "Sh," I ordered, answering the phone only to hear my mother begin to sing Happy Birthday to me. I really do miss her at times like these.

Per usual, Troy did not tell me where he is taking me for my birthday. All he said is that I should dress a bit fancy (and sexy for his benefit), and that it's no where I will guess, so I shouldn't bug him about it. Throughout the day I was bombarded with calls from our parents, distant friends, siblings, cousins, firefighters and wives, everyone. It made me feel good that everyone called to say happy birthday to me. I went out with the girls for lunch, they all gave me a present in their own way.

Sharpay said next time we go shopping and I fall in love with something out of my price range, she'll buy it for me. Taylor said that I am going to be the godmother of her daughter (yeah, it's a girl, I think Chad cried. Don't worry, he's over it now). Kara gave me a purse I saw a while ago and loved. Tanya (yes, she came) gave me a pair of amazing shoes. Oh, and Junior made me a card himself. I thought that was adorable. As for the guys, Zeke ordered me into some more cooking lessons. Chad got me a first edition of a book I love. Tommy gave me a note that said if I ever want to kick him out of the house for being an ass, he'll actually listen, but only that once. It was very creative and made me laugh.

When seven thirty rolled around, Troy and I left the twins with Vince and he took me out on our date. We drove the camaro. "So, we're out of the house and on our way to our destination. I think it's about time I know where I am going," I stated from next to Troy.

"I don't think the same," he replied. "I do think you're sexy as hell though," he commented.

I laughed and shook my head from my seat. I am wearing a black dress that does to mid thigh and actually shows off my growing chest a little. There is an elegant design of lace, plus three buttons going down between my breasts. I am wearing my leather jacket over top right now, but it shows off my shoulders some and has sleeves that go down to my arms. The arms are lace too and see through. For shoes I am wearing open toed sling backs with my hair clipped to one side of my head and curly and my make up light.

"I know that, but I want an answer, Mister," I ordered, linking our hands together in his lap while the other was on the steering wheel.

Troy merely kept driving without an answer for me. I had no idea where he was taking me. He's been getting odd phone calls he has to leave the room for, but I just thought it was because he was planning our date. He is prone to doing something very romantic at times like these. When he finally parked the car, I thought the place looked familiar, but couldn't put my finger on it.

"Where are we?" I asked him as he turned off the car. We'd been driving for a while.

"Where we are having our date," he stated the obvious before getting out of the car. He came around to my side to help me out. "Come on, I put a lot of work into doing this for you," he informed me as we began to walk towards the building.

I nodded. "I'm not doubting that, babe, I just have no idea where we are or what we are doing," I reminded him.

"We're on our date for your birthday, that's what is important. I just wanted to do something special for you," he told me.

I stopped as he opened the door to where we are headed. It just looks like an unmarked building from my point of view. That was when it clicked in my head. "Hey, this is where I had my bachelorette par-"

"SURPRISE!" everyone shouted as soon as the door was open and the lights were flicked on.

My first reaction was to scream, which I did, then I laughed. "Oh, my God!" I gasped as Troy chuckled from next to me.

"You know, babe, you are very nosey," my husband commented as everyone laughed and talked about my reaction.

"You threw me a surprise party," I pieced together very slowly in my head as he laughed.

Troy nodded. "Yep," he assured me with a hug and a kiss. "Happy birthday, Brie," he said. "The surprises don't end there, either," he mentioned once I pulled away. I gave him a questioning look. "Turn around," he instructed.

I did as I was told and saw our parents. "Mami!" I exclaimed, giving her a hug hug, then went on to Papi and Lucy. "I just talked to you all today!" I reminded them as I finished hugged them all.

"I was already here," my mother announced. "At your brother's house, but Carlos and Lucy just got in this afternoon," she told me.

I sent a look over Troy who just smiled sheepishly. Everyone was there, literally. Our friends, family, and the firefighting family, not to mention Ryan, Kelsi, Damien, Shyanne, and Adam. Apparently, as soon as we left our house, a babysitter showed up, then Zeke and Sharpay sped here while Troy took the long way. My surprise party was thrown in the warehouse I had my bachelorette party in, so there is a bar, a stage, and a lot of room to hang out.

I spent a lot of the time going around to see everyone, so I wasn't with Troy, but he seemed to be having a grand old time with the firefighters and his other friends. I spoke with Ryan and Kelsi for about half an hour because it's been so long since I have seen or heard from them. They're so busy in New York doing a hundred different things, it's hard to get a hold of them. They've made their home there, and I know that is where they will probably be for the rest of their lives. I also spent a long time with Damien, Shyanne, and Adam. Shyanne and Adam are now trying to get pregnant, finally, and Damien is still with the same guy. It's hard to believe four years ago we were inseperable and now we don't even live in the same states. And, of course, I spent time with my siblings and friends. That is a given. I had no idea this was going on. They found it hilarious. Apparently, I'm oblivious.

Because there is a bar in the place, a few people are getting drunk, and because there is karaoke, a few people are making fools out of themselves. My favorite by far has to be Lucas and Marcus, who keep getting rounds of applause and going back up to sing some more. My father has is video camera, but they don't know that. Allie and Delilah are loving it. Delilah is Marcus's girlfriend, who he calls Lilah, but he is the only one who calls her that. Everyone else calls her D.

"Hey, you," I greeted Troy a few short hours after my party started.

He turned from his circle. "Hey, birthday girl," he responded, then hugged me. "Are you having fun?" he asked when he let me go.

I nodded. "Yep, thank you for everything," I said for what has to the fifteenth time since we got here.

"I told you, your birthday is like a holiday for me," he reminded me with a peck on the lips. "The surprise didn't scare you, did it? I know you hate being surprised sometimes," he questioned.

I shook my head. "I was confused and freaked for a moment, but I'm perfect," I assured him. Ever since my rape, people sneaking up on me or scaring me seriously pertrifies me. Today, however, I'm fine. "I still can't believe you got our parents here," I breathed with a smile.

"I'm very good at persuasion," he gloated and smiled at me. "You know, since they are all here, we might be able to spill the pregnant beans," he said in a low voice.

"I know," I responded. "That is why I am here, the karaoke mic is free," I informed him. "First, I want to thank you for keeping it a secret even though you didn't want to," I told him.

He shrugged. "Anything for you, babe," he insisted. "Now, I've been wanting to do this for three months," he stated, pulling me towards the stage.

I laughed as I flanked behind him. Once we were on stage, everyone began hooting and hollering. I am the birthday girl after all. "No, we're not singing," I said into the mic after Troy handed it to me.

My family and friends booed, but I glared as Troy laughed. "I'd sing, but I need a few drinks in me first," he admitted.

"I'm working on it!" Chad shouted from the bar, making everyone laugh.

I shook my head. "We're actually up here for two reasons," I started. "The first thing is to say thank you for coming. It means a lot to me that you all came for my birthday," I told them.

Everyone clapped again. Once they died down, Troy spoke. "I guess my wife is letting me do the honors of saying this because she got to last time," he went on, then looked to me for the okay, which I gave him. "Gabriella's pregnant," he announced. That instantly received a huge round of applause. "That isn't all," he spoke as they quieted again. "But, I'll let Brie tell you the rest because I value my life and no one will hurt her," he wussied out.

I rolled my eyes. "I am pregnant, but we've been keeping it a secret until our parents were here in person to tell everyone. So, I'm three months pregnant," I informed everyone. "And, this time, it's only one."

Everyone was shocked for a moment, then began clapping again. I saw our mother's exchange glances while my father moved out of the middle of them with his hands up in surrender. I think we're in trouble.


The dress Gabriella is wearing is what Vanessa wore to her actual birthday surprise party in real life. Look it up if you can't see it clearly. Anyways, someone said I never include birthdays, so I decided to add G's. I hope you like it. I am SO sorry it took so long. Hopefully it won't for the next one!

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I won't have much time to write this weekend, I have two big physics things to do this weekend. I have to wire a house and write a paper. I'm gonna try to have the next one of this out in about two weeks, and Meant To Live next week sometimes. Hang in here with me, school is almost over!

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-- Kayleigh