A/N: Thank you so much to those of you who reviewed. Your comments mean a lot to me! This chapter is really short, but I'll have another one up in a couple of hours. Sorry about any mistakes.
Disclaimer: As I mentioned before, I would love it if I owned them, but I don't.
Gabriella returned from her doctor's appointment in an incredibly bad mood. This was rare for the girl known for her sweet disposition, but she was pissed all the same.
"Bed rest?" she exclaimed to Miriam for the third time as the midwife helped her out of the car.
"It isn't uncommon in twin pregnancies," the woman tried to reason with the seventeen year old.
"I swear to God if I could get my hands on Troy, I would throttle him!" Gabi growled angrily as she avoided Miriam's attempt to help her and struggled to get out of the car on her own. Spotting the woman's puzzled expression she grumbled, "The father."
"Ah. Perhaps when he comes into town for the birth you'll be able to kill him. Assuming he's the one who will be with you," Miriam said airily, not realizing how wrong she was about her client's life.
"He's not." Gabriella mumbled almost inaudibly as she finally managed to stand up. Once Gabriela was settled in bed, Miriam said her goodbyes and let herself out, leaving the girl to fume in peace.
"Urgh!" Gabriella shouted. She had never imagined she would end up on bed rest. Keeping herself busy was what kept her from contacting Troy or any of her old friends. Without anything to distract her, she was afraid she would give in to temptation. She grabbed her cell phone and used the speed dial to call her mother. She started yelling as soon as she heard the click at the other end.
"They put me on bed rest! I still have three months left before they're born! Three months! I want to kill Troy for doing this to me. Three months of laying in bed, just getting bigger and bigger. I know what you're going to say, twin pregnancies are usually shorter than average ones. Who cares? How am I supposed to keep myself busy? I mean, running errands and going for walks, it was all that kept me from calling any of them. Did I tell you? They called me today. All of my old friends! Of course I can't answer any of their calls but it's only going to get harder, especially know that I don't have anything else to do!" Gabriella shouted into the phone, not giving her mother any chance to respond.
"Gabi? Is that you?" the voice on the other end asked tentatively. Gabriella's face went pale. One glance at the phone confirmed her worst fears. That was definitely not her mother's number.