Why, thank you for reviewing. I had a reviewer ask a question: Is something wrong with the baby from the suicide thing? Well, the answer is no, I mentioned in one of the cnapters, I am not sure which one, the baby is fine. They couldn't see much because of how early Gabriella was in her pregnancy, but what they did see was that the baby was OK.

Thank you for asking. As promised, chapter on demand. D There will be one, maybe two, more chapters after this while Gabriella is still pregnant. Then will be the labor and everything after. I don't know how long this story is going to go on, might be only four or five more chapters, might be twenty. That would be cool! Depends on what you guys want: Only a few more chapters, or a whole lot more? Either way, I am fine with it.

Well, I'll shut up now. Oh, and THNAK YOU Winter Sapphire, for helping me get this uploaded. (((Hugs)))

Four months later...

Troy bent his paintbrush back after filling it with paint. Letting go of the edge, the contents of it flew right in Gabriella's direction. She turned and saw it coming just in time, ducking to avoid it. It hit right into the wall behind her. She turned to Troy with a look of pure surprise on her face. He quickly returned to painting the walls, pretending he hadn't done anything. Gabriella dipped her paintbrush in the blue paint and flung it at Troy. This one, however, didn't miss. He screeched loudly and spun around. Gabriella was not trying to hide anything, in fact, she was smiling brightly.

"What did you do that for?" Troy asked, as if he didn't know. Gabriella just smiled and went back to painting the walls. Both of them were covered in blue paint, and Troy had bits of green on him. He was painting the floor and ceiling lining, which was green. Deciding to take her off guard, Troy quickly dipped his paintbrush and held it back, letting go. Gabriella had, once again, seen it coming and ducked, leaving the paint to fly wherever it liked. Which was, unfortunately, right in Ms. Montez's face, who had just walked up the stairs. The room went silent. Gabriella pointed a finger at Troy. He looked betrayed. Suddenly Gabriella started laughing.

"Troy? Your mom is on the phone. I left it in the kitchen to come get you. Will you excuse me? I am going to wipe the paint off of my face. Troy quietly slipped out of the room, blushing. Running down the stairs, he picked up the phone and held it to his ear.

"Hi, mom!"

"Hello, Troy. Are you having fun painting?"

"Yup." Troy said, smiling. He looked up at clock and his mouth dropped open. Surely that hadn't been painting for that long? It had been five hours!

"Well, when are you going to be home? It is two now, and I am guessing you want to finish painting first."

"Yea, well, we should be done soon. Three of the walls are painted, and I am almost done with the lining, so it shouldn't be more than an hour, two at the most."

"OK. Well, I'll see you then. Can I talk to Karen again?" Troy paused.

"She is...busy at the moment."

"Troy..."

"Long story. Bye mom!" Troy said quickly, hanging up the phone so not to get in a very awkward conversation with his mom. Grinning to himself, he ran back upstairs. Gabriella was still painting. He leaned against the wall, watching her. She had painted the lower part, and was now trying to get the higher part. Giving up, she stuck the paintbrush back into the bucket and turned to Troy.

"Will you help me get the higher part? My mom won't let me stand on a chair, and I just can't get it!" She sounded a little frustrated, and Troy had learned not to argue with a pregnant lady. She had actually kicked him out once, and Ms. Montez had to let him back in so he could get his backpack before going home. They had been studying Math, and Troy had not understood what she was trying to tell him. Needless to say, she had gotten upset.

"Sure, here, hand me the paintbrush." They worked in silence for a few minutes.

"What did your mom say?" Gabriella asked.

"She just wants me home by five, at least I think that is when she said."

"OK, I am su-" She stopped talking and grabbed her stomach. Troy was instantly at her side.

"Are you OK? Whats wrong?"

"Nothings wrong." She looked up at him, smiling widely. "The baby kicked." Troy grinned along with her. They had been waiting for this. When Gabriella had went in for a checkup, the doctor told her that the baby should be kicking soon, she was to expect it.The doctor had also reported that their baby was perfectly healthy. Gabriella grabbed his hand and placed it over her stomach. Within a minute, the baby kicked again.

"Wow..." Troy said, this wasn't the first time had had felt a baby kick, but this baby was his. "Wow." Gabriella nodded, not noticing her mom in the doorway. She was smiling.

"Baby kick?" She asked, startling both Troy and Gabriella. Gabriella nodded. "Well, if he is anything like you were, Gabriella, then he is going to be kicking a lot. I just hope his kicking and twisting doesn't get him in trouble." When they had gone to see the doctor, Gabriella had also gotten another ultrasound. It had revealed that the baby was a boy. Troy was ecstatic. "Well, turns out that that paint comes off of skin, thank goodness." Troy looked at the ground, blushing, but still smiling.

"Sorry about that, Ms. Montez."

"It's OK. By the way, are you going to be staying for dinner?"

"Um..no. My mom wants me home by five."

"That's fine. Well, I think you and Gabbi should finish painting, then. We are going shopping tomorrow, and I would like a place to put what we get."

"Yep. We'll be done soon."

Troy ran up to the door of his house. It was five thirty, he apparently didn't have good timing. He was almost always late. Stopping momentarily to catch his breath, he opened the door.
"Troy, your late." His mom said from the other room. He dropped his backpack on the floor, walking into the kitchen where his mom, dad and new puppy, Russel, were sitting.

"Sorry. Couldn't find my backpack in the mess in the Montez's living room. They cleaned out the guest room so we could paint it for the baby." He sat down at the table, still trying to catch his breath. He had gotten a ride over to the Montez's house, and ran the whole way back. It was only a mile and a half, but it was enough to make you gasp.

"Did you finish painting?" The truth was, they had barely finished on time, for they had gotten in another paint war. Troy grinned.

"Yup. It's ready...empty, but painted." Mr. Bolton looked over at his son.

"Why are you so happy? When your mom roped me into painting your room when she was pregnant with you, it was hell. First she whined that I was not doing a good enough job, and then she said that I was doing too good, then she yelled and said she would do it herself." Mrs. Bolton smiled, looking at the floor. "I didn't know there was such a thing as too good of a job."

"Well, painting was fun. Besides the part where we got into a paint war, Gabriella got me five times and I didn't get her once, although I did get her mom. I still have paint in my ear." He frowned and stuck a finger in his ear, twisting it around.

"Paint war?" His mom looked at him disapprovingly.

"Uh...yea. I started it." Troy didn't look the least bit ashamed.

"Troy..."

"Sorry, mom. I was bored, Gabriella was driving me up the wall with her complaining about my painting job, so I was forced to resort to drastic measures."

"I wish I had thought of that." Mr. Bolton said. His wife scolded at him.

"She must have eyes in the back of her head, because she had no idea that I was going to flick paint at her. The second time, however, was my fault." He smiled, "I got Ms. Montez right in the face."

"That doesn't explain why your face is about to crack, your smile is so big." Mr. Bolton pushed.

"Oh, the baby kicked." At first, Troy had felt strange talking about the baby, but it had been four months. He and everyone else were starting to get comfortable with the idea. Troy was going to be a dad, the Bolton's and Ms. Montez were going to be grandparents, and Taylor, Chad, Kelsi and everyone else were just happy for them. Shocked at first, but happy nonetheless. Mrs. Bolton's frown turned into a smile.

"Wow. How far is Gabriella?" She asked.

"Six months." Troy felt comfortable talking about the baby with everyone but his parents. It was fine normally, but sometimes he would rather freeze to death than talk about it. The rest of the meal was silent, besides the occasional 'please pass the salt'. After it was finished, Troy walked up to his room, grabbing some things out of his dresser and walking into the bathroom, determined to get the paint out of his ears and hair. After he was out of the shower, he flopped down on his bed. When he had gotten out of the hospital, he had been overwhelmed with everything that was going on. Now, he felt very little of that load had been lifted off of his shoulders. Maybe more had been added. He now had the responsibility of being a dad looming over his head. One day soon. The day after he was realised, Gabriella had told him about the incident that had landed her in the hospital.

Flashback

Gabriella sat on the edge of Troy's bed. He was out of the hospital, though he was still having trouble walking, and was glad to be home. Gabriella was over to visit, and thought it was time she told him about her trying to commit suicide. She took a deep breath before starting.

"Troy, I have something to tell you."

"Yea?" Troy asked, he remembered the last news she had to tell him, and only hoped this wouldn't be exactly the same.

"W-while you were in a coma, I-I blamed myself for your accident, and I was worried sick. The doctor said you probably wouldn't wake up, and would be in a coma for the rest of your life. I didn't think I could do it. It was my fault..." Troy placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Come on, Gabriella. It wasn't your fault. I chose to go. Gabriella, nothing that happened was your fault."

"I understand that now, Troy, but I did blame myself then. I-I t-tried to kill m-myself." She started crying, the tears flowing freely down her face now. Troy sat up and wrapped his arms around her in a comforting hug. Emotion's of all kinds were surging through him. He was mad, confused, sad, and worried. Why would she do that? "I almost killed our baby, Troy, I'm so sorry."

"Shh...It's OK now, Gabriella, it's OK." She continued to cry, and Troy continued to hold her.

End Flashback

He still couldn't believe it. She had tried to kill herself. Sitting up, he took out his Science report from his backpack and picked up a pencil, sighing and starting on the report that was due the very next day.

Gabriella sighed and looked in the mirror. Troy was shuffling through one of her baby magazines, not really reading anything. He yawned and laid back on the fluffy pink pillow on Gabriella's bed. He was tired. He had been up half the night writing that report, and was still late for class, so Ms. Darbus had given him detention. It was nearly dinnertime, and he was over to help put the carpet down in the nursery.

"I'm fat."

"Yes Gabriella." Troy said without thinking. He wasn't thinking about anything but sleep. Suddenly, he realized what he had said and looked up sharply. Gabriella had turned to him and now had her hands on her hips.

"Well, you weren't supposed to agree with me." Troy's eyes widened.He tried to explain himself, be all that came out were a few squeaks.

"I-bu-uh..." He finally gave up, throwing his head back on the pillow. Gabriella gave him one last glare and turned back to her mirror.

"No, really, I am as fat as a hog, and I am only six months along." Troy groaned and stood up, walking over to Gabriella, wrapping his arms around her from behind.

"Your beautiful." He smiled and kissed her neck. Gabriella giggled and turned around in his arms, so now she was facing him.

"No, I'm fat. Your just saying that."

"Maybe. But you are for a very special reason, and I love you for it." He lowered his face to hers and captured her lips in a passionate kiss. Gabriella sighed and wrapped her arms around his neck. Suddenly, a voice from downstairs brought them back down to earth.

"Dinner!" Troy sighed.

"We will finish this later." He promised before taking her hand and leading her downstairs.

Well, sorry not to leave you on a cliffe. I wrote this in an hour! Weee! I am proud of me.

I gotta go, see you later, and I hope that this long chapter makes up for the last short one. Sorry 'bout that!