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Troy woke up the next morning with a sickening feeling in his stomach. He remembered last night. Everything. He couldn't believe it. He had a son! He never even knew about him. Who else knew? Did his parents? He wondered how Gabriella was feeling right now. He rubbed his eyes, hoping they could talk about this a little more.

He slowly got up and made his way to the kitchen. He scratched his head, opening the refrigerator. He got out the milk and sat down at the table. Gabriella was probably still in her room. He felt a little bad about how he acted, but c'mon! How were you supposed to act when you find out you have a kid for three years that you never knew about?

After waiting for a half an hour, she still hadn't come out of her room. He was beginning to get worried. He made his way down the hall and looked at the closed white door. He brought his fist up and knocked, quietly. There was no answer. He must have really hurt her. He knocked a little firmer this time. Nobody answered the door. He knocked again, but when there was still no answer, he turned the knob to an empty room. Her stuff was gone, and the bed was neatly made.

He looked everywhere in the room, but couldn't find her. The only thing that was resting on the bed was a piece of paper. He picked it up. It was a note from her.

Dear Troy,

First of all, I just want to say that I'm incredibly sorry about everything. I know I should have told you and I feel stupid. I was young, and didn't think about the consequences. If I could turn back time, you know I would. Thanks for letting me stay. It was really kind of you. I had a great time, and I only wish things ended better.

-Gabriella

Troy read it over and over again. She left. She was already gone. He threw the note back on the bed and went into the living and slouched on he couch. He put his head in his hands and started to cry.

Now that he thought about it, he realized he was just a bit harsh on her. Her voice rang in his head. 'I'm so sorry, Troy. I'm so sorry.' He knew she meant it. He knew she didn't mean to hurt him. Then his voice rang in his head. 'Whatever. It's too late for apologies.'

How could he say that to Gabriella?

"Excuse me," Gabriella said, pushing her way through the crowd to get to her gate number. She smiled politely at the passing people, even though; deep inside she wanted to cry and collapse on the ground.

The plane ride wasn't too long. She had started to cry, and the woman next to her, asked if she was okay. She had nodded and put her head in her pillow and let more tears fall. When she got off, she went to baggage claim, grabbed her suitcase, and called her mom to pick her up.

"Gabi, you sound horrible," she said.

Gabriella sniffled and wiped her eyes, "Just pick me up by the entrance."

"Okay," her mom said. "Bye."

She hung up and slipped it into her purse. She sat on the bench, along with a few other people, waiting for rides. Waiting for fifteen minutes, finally the mom pulled up. She saw Luke in his car seat, smiling in the backseat. Her mom came out, gave her a hug, and helped put her luggage in the trunk.

Before getting in the front seat, she stopped in the back, and gave Luke a big hug. She kissed him and went to the front. When they stopped at Gabriella's apartment, her mom helped her with the suitcase as Gabriella held Luke.

When they got inside, she set her son down, and sat down in a chair. Her mom sat across from her.

"Are you okay?" She asked, reaching out and touching her hand.

She shook her head and began to cry.

"Did you tell him?"

She nodded this time and hit her head on the table.

"And?"

"I don't think he wants anything to do with me… or Luke. I told him I was sorry and I wrote him a note this morning… and he just didn't care."

"Oh, honey, I'm sorry, but you know that you did the right thing."

"Yeah, but before I did, I thought of the worst that could happen, you know? That he would get mad. And it did happen."

They sat in silence for a few more minutes, as Ms. Montez comforted her.

"You can leave if you want, Mom," she sniffled.

"Are you sure?" She asked. "Do you want me to take Luke for the rest of the day?"

"No, no, no. I know how to take care of a child. I've been doing it for three years now," she let out a small smile.

"Okay," her mom returned the warm smile.

"Thanks again for doing this. It was really sweet."

"No problem," she hugged her. After saying their good byes and hugging a long hug, Gabriella rubbed her eyes and sighed, looking around. She looked at a picture on the coffee table of her and Warren. She took the picture out of the frame and threw it away.

"Mommy?" Luke asked, sitting on the floor.

She was sitting on the couch, "Yeah, honey?" She could feel a migraine coming on.

"I missed you."

She couldn't help but smile. She walked over to him and picked him up, cradling him in her arms, "I missed you so, so, so much too."

He giggled as she tickled him. "You had fun?"

"I did have fun," she smiled, despite everything else. "I wish you came there with me. I wanted you to meet someone."

He laughed, "I'm hungry."

"You should be. I'll make you some soup."

"Okay!" He exclaimed, playing with some toys.

She went into the kitchen and got out the contents. She couldn't hold it in any longer. She hovered over the counter and broke down. All the feelings went through her eyes and down her cheeks.

"Mama?" He came into the kitchen. "Why you sad?"

She wiped her eyes and forced a smile for him, "Oh, just a lot of things going on right now. But you know what makes it all better?"

"What?"

"You do," she kissed his cheek. She then scooped him up and set him in is high chair. After feeding him, she wiped his face off and changed him into pajamas. She set him in his crib.

"Sleep good, baby," she kissed his forehead, then turned of the light and left the room. She cleaned up the house a bit, and then went into her room. She changed for bed, and then got in her cold sheets. She remembered sleeping in Troy's guest bed. She remembered in sleeping in Troy's bed. She liked the feeling of having somebody by her. She had that with Warren, but Troy was different. She regretted not telling him, but she didn't regret having Luke.

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