Hope you like this. It is something I was working on for a while, and I think you will be surprised. Baby day has come! Well, I am going to be short in my A/N's, so I am done.

Thank you, Winter Sapphire, for helping me get this chapter up!

The next few months were hectic. Troy and Gabriella were preparing for the baby, which was coming any day now. The room had been painted, and the main things put in. There was a crib in the corner closest to the door, unsetup, a changing table right next to the it. Beside that was a blue, plastic dresser. It had three drawres in it, the top one filled with outfits for taking the baby out, the second one with plain things to where inside, and the third with coats, mittens and other little things. Their friends had donated some stuff as well. Kelsi's mom had given Gabriella a mobile that Kelisi had use when she was a baby. It was appropate, seeing as how her mom's untrasound had said that Kelsi was a boy, and she had bought it accordingly. It had little stuffed animals that spun around in circles, and it could be lowered and highered accordingly as the baby got older.

Troy flipped the directions to the crib upside down, trying to make sense of it.

"You know, in every language that I can read on this thing, the directions are different. I think they are just trying to mix us up." He took his icepack off the floor and held it to his head, where the crib had colappsed on him when he had tried to piece the crib together using the directions in Spanish. Gabriella had to help him read it.

"And how many would that be?" Ms. Montez asked, coming into the room and smiling.

"Three. Spanish, French and English. Now, the English directions say to put this little metel piece here." He took a naturally bent piece of metel and showed them where he was supposed to put it. "The Frence say's to put it here, and the Spanish says here." Each place was totally different than the last. Gabriella sighed and stuck her head inbetween her legs, which were drawn up to her chest and Ms. Montez laughed.

"Wow. Well, I'm confident that you'll get it." She patted Troy on the head and walked out of the room. Groaning, he resumed trying to make heads or tails of the directions. After ten minutes of looking at it every which way, Troy dropped them onto the ground and started piecing the crib together without them. Gabriella looked up, curious.

"Finally made it work?"

"No." He replied shortly, dropping onto his back and getting his head under the crib, taking themetel support bar and holding it up with one hand and grabbing the screw that would hold it in place with the other. The bar was slightly slippery, causing it to fall out of Troy's grasp and right onto his head.

"Ouch."

"Ouch" Troy said again as Ms. Montez probed at his head. Troy was beginning to think that that crib was cursed. That was the second time that ithad dropped on him.

"Well, it wouldn't hurt so much if you stayed still and let me look at it." She said, parting Troy's longish hair and touching the spot that the bar had hit him on. Troy closed his eye's, hissing in pain. "Well, it looks OK, but I want you to keep the icepack on it for a while." Troy nodded and grabbed the half-melted icepack he had used before and stuck it back on his head.

"On the bright side, I found a way to fix the crib." He smiled brightly and walked out of the kitchen, back up the stairs and into the nursery. Ms. Montez turned to her daughter.

"Well, he's going to make one heck of a father." Gabriella smiled at her mom and followed Troy upstairs. Ms. Montez smiled and watched her daughter. Walking over to the fridge, she took some stuff out to make dinner. After about twenty minutes, there was a yell of triumph from upstairs. Making sure that dinner wasn't going to burn, she started upstairs to see if the crib had finally been assembled. When she got in the nursery, Troy was smiling lopsidedly and Gabriella was looking over the crib. Ms. Montez stood by the door, wanting to hear what was going on.

"Troy, are you sure it is done right? I mean, is it going to fall out while the baby is sleeping?"

"No, Gabriella, it's fine. See," He pushed down on the bottom as hard as he could. Nothing happened. "It's sturdy." Gabriella still looked doubtful.

"But what if-"

"Well, if you still doubt it..." Troy reached over and proceded to pick Gabriella up. Ms. Montez had to hpld back laugther as Troy set Gabriella inside the crib. She was fighting against him, but him being the athelte he was, and Gabriella being pregnant, it didn't work. She finally settled for crossing her arms over her chest and just sitting in the crib, crosslegged. "It has metel bars underneeth, holding the bottom of the crib in. It's not going to fall." Finally not being to hold it back any longer, Ms. Montez started laughing and wandered into the room.

"See? It's up!" Troy smiled proudly, Gabriella still sitting in the crib.

"Great. Can I come out now?I think you proved your point." Troy nodded and helped Gabriella out of the crib, still smiling.

It was a Saturday morning, and Gabriella was shopping for some last minute things with Taylor. Chad and Troy had to go to Basketball practice, leaving them to do whatever they wanted for the day.

"So, how long till the little one is born?" Taylor asked as they looked through racks of baby boy clothes.

"Well, he was due yesterday. Troy and my mom are both getting a little anxious. I had to force him to go to Basketball practice today. He didn't want to leave." She now wandered over to te racks of pajamas. Picking through them, she came upon one that was a one-piece with booties and little mitten things attached. It was covered in basketballs, all different colors. Gabriella grinned and took it off of the rack, holding it up.

"That is very cute. Troy would love it" Taylor said, smiling at the tiny outfit. Gabriella suddenly dropped, hunching over and grabbing her stomach. Taylor was instantly beside her.

"Gabriella, what's wrong?" Gabriella looked up at her, smiling through her pain.

"The baby's coming."

Troy caught the basketball in mid-air. Running around several of his teammates, he threw the basketball to Chad, who, once Troy was out of the danger zone, threw it back. Jumping up in the air, Troy threw the ball, it swiched through the hoop without a problem. Chad ran over and high-fived him. Just then Mr. Bolten ran into the room.

"Troy, Taylor called. Gabriella went into labor!" He looked out of breath, like he had just ranfor a while.

"What?" Troy went pale, he knew this day was coming, but he also knew it was going to be hard. More so for Gabriella than him.

"Yea, come on, we gotta go. I think Taylor said that Gabriella threatened to hurt you if you wern't there." Thatw as all Troy needed, he ran into the locker room and quickly threw his sweaty gym shirt off, putting his light blue one back on. Shoes half tied, he hoppod out and ran to his dad's car, jumping in. It was a very quiet ride to the hospital. Troy was tapping his fingers on the back seat, and Mr. Bolten was trying his best not to tell him to stop. He knew how Troy felt. As he had felt the same way when Troy was born...except he had actually missed the birth. He hoped Troy made it on time, if not, he was never going to hear the end of it from Gabriella. When they arrived, Troy amotically went up to the front desk of the O.B. ward, asking for Gabriella.

"I'm sorry, I'll need a last name."

"Montez, Gabriella Montez." He was out of breath, for he had not thought of taking the elevator, and had ended up taking the stairs, giving Mr. Bolten a run for his money.

"She is in delivery room 3. What relation do you have with her? Only family is allowed in the room during delivery." The desk clerk was somewhat annoying.

"I'm the father." She popped the gum she had in her mouth and motioned for Troy to go back. He ran, coming to a screeching halt outside of delivery room 3, where Taylor was standing. Ms. Montez, who had also been called, but had beaten Troy there because she was closer, was inside with Gabriella. He took a deep breath and walked inside.

"Troy!" Gabriella called.

"I'm sorry. Took a while to get the stupid desk clerk to let me back here." He smiled at her, although he could see that she was in pain. He looked up at the doctor. She smiled at him. "Um...where's Dr. Chamberlin? Our O.B.?"

"I'm sorry, she was called into an emergency c-section, we can't call her out. I'm Dr. Lockhart, I'll be your nurse." Troy nodded and took Gabriella's hand in his own. He looked out the window, where his dad was now standing with Taylor. His attention was back on Gabriella when she let out a yell of pain.

"It's OK, Gabriella, breathe through the pain. It won't be much longer now." Dr. Lockhart said. It was twenty nerve wracking minutes before the doctor said it was time. "OK, Gabriella, I need you to push when I tell you to, alright?" Gabriella nodded, looking up at te ceiling, wishing it would all be over already.

"Gabriella, push, now." Gabriella did. Troy felt like his hand was broken in more than a few places from where Gabriella was squeasing it so hard. But he knew she was going through a lot more than him, and he probably shouldn't complain. Gabriella screamed loudly.

"It hurts..."

"I know, but your almost there. Just one more push. It looks like this little guy is gonna be nice and come out quick." Dr. Lockhart said, smiling at Gabriella from her position at the foot of the bed. "Ok, one last push."

"I can't...do it.." Gabriella said, shaking her head.

"Come on, Gabriella, your almost there. You need to push now. Your baby is half out. If you don't push, it could hurt him." This seemed to give Gabriella the will power she needed, and she pushed. Troy felt tears springing to his eyes. God, Gabriella had a strong grip. Suddenly, there was a loud, shrill cry in the room. Troy smiled, forgetting all about his hand. He looked down at Gabriella, who was also smiling, tears in her eyes.

"You did it." Troy said, kissing Gabriella on the head.

"See how he is, will you?" Gabriella asked Troy. Dr. Lockhart had handed the baby to another doctor in the room, and was now cleaning Gabriella up. Troy nodded and let go of Gabriella's hand, holding it with his other and walking over to the young man. He was cleaning the little baby up. He smiled when he saw Troy.

"Cute kid you have here." Troy smiled at the baby. He had a small amount of brownish-blond hair on his head, and his eyes were a light blue, like Troy's. (I am pretending that is the color of Troy's eyes. I don't really know...) The young doctor finished cleaning him and carefully dressed him in a light blue sleeper, wrapping him in a blanket and offering him to Troy. The baby was still screaming.

"Oh, I don't know. I haven't really held a baby bef-" He was cut off as the man showed him how to hold the baby and placed the tiny kid in Troy's arms. He immedatly stopped crying, looking up into Troy's face. Troy smiled at him. "Hey, little guy. I'm your daddy." the baby rubbed his hands over his face, yawning. It was the cutest thing Troy had ever seen. He was still grinning as he walked over to Gabriella and Ms. Montez.

"Can I hold him?" Troy nodded and was about to hand the baby over when Dr. Lockhart spoke.

"Jason, I need another bassenett."

"Sure, I'll get one soon. But what's wrong with ths one?"

"No, you don't understand, she's having contractions again!"

"What? Oh, no, no, no, I'm done." Gabriella said. Troy would have laughed if it were not for the current situation.

"Well, to bad, your having another baby." Ms. Montez gasped and Troy just stared at her.

"Dr. Chamberlin said it was just a boy, not two kids!" Troy shouted. Mr. Bolten, which had been joined by Mrs. Bolten, and Taylor were looking in, wondering what was going on.

"Well, the untrasound can be wrong, and Gabriella, this one is also coming quick. Almost time to push!" Gabriella was still shocked. Soon, Dr. Lockhart was ordering Gabriella to puch again. She was loud about it, but pushed nonetheless. Soon, another shrill yell filled the room.

"It's a girl! Troy, would you like to cut the cord?" Troy nodded numbly, walking over and taking the sizzors with his free hand. Soon, the baby was taken by Jason, the young man. Troy walked back over to Gabriella and handed her the baby, telling her that he was going to go tell everyone what was going on. Before he walked out, he stopped by Dr. Lockhart.

"Can my parents come in?"

"Yes, now that labor is over, sure." Troy thanked her and walked to the door, sticking his head out. There was a loud shriek from Taylor as she pressed her face to the glass, trying to see past everyone and to the second baby. Troy stepped aside to let his parents in. They walked over to the bed where Gabriella was holding her baby boy. Jason handed the little girl to Troy. She was a lot smaller than her brother, but had the same eyes and hair. Mrs. Bolton grinned from ear to ear. Dr. Lockhart stood.

"Well, we will be moving Gabriella to a private room soon, and we will need to watch her and the babys for a few days, make sure everything is OK. Oh, and they need names." Troy and Gabriella had already decided on a name for the boy, but hadn't even tought of a girl as well. She and Jason walked out, leaving everyone to talk.

"Wow." Is all that Mr. Bolton said. Troy smiled.

"So, did we agree on the name?" Gabriella nodded, still looking at her son. "Then he will be Rocket Skyler-" Gabriella cut him off.

"Bolton."

Well, there you are! Have fun, and I will hopefully be updateing soon. Oh, and PLEASE REVIEW!