A/N: Thanks for the reviews! I love them! I think that I've decided to have Mr. Bolton walk her down the aisle. Here's chapter 11!

Takes place at their apartment right after car ride from doctors:

It was now 7:30 at night. Troy and Gabriella got back to their apartment in silence. They were both extremely shocked. Can it really be... five? That's like impossible. Well, obviously not.

"So, do you want to order pizza or something?" Troy asked, as they settled.

"Uh, sure," she said, putting her coat on the chair. She sat on the couch as Troy ordered pizza. Everything was going through her mind at once. 'How are we going to support five kids? What about financial stuff? What about her job? Would she become a stay at home mom?' Gabriella didn't know what to do. She loved her job. She didn't want to be a stay at home mom. Then she thought about what the doctor said. Some might now live. Maybe none. That scared her. She wanted kids, maybe not all at once, but the thought of losing her babies scared her.

When they finished dinner, they sat on their bed, together.

"I just can't believe it," she whispered.

"Me neither. It's just so... weird, and rare. We didn't even try."

"I know. Troy, what are we going to do?"

"I don't know."

"How can you not know? We have to figure something out, and our wedding is in less than a week!"

"We'll figure it all out."

"What about the dresses, huh?"

"We'll get new ones," he said.

She stood up. "Troy, no! We don't have time! And, I'm not waiting two weeks."

"Just calm down and stop stressing! That's all you ever do!" Troy said.

"Uh, well our weddings in less than a week, we had to get new decorations, my dresses are missing, and I don't maybe you forgot, but we're having quintuplets!"

"Okay, sshhh," he said, trying to get her calmed. "Everything's going to be okay."

"No it's not! How can you just pretend that it'll all be okay? You don't know, so come back to reality!" She yelled.

"At least I'm positive about it!"

"Maybe…," her voice said, getting shaky. "Getting married... is a bad idea."

Troy just stood in disbelief of what he just heard. Did she just say that getting married is a bad idea? He started getting tears in his eyes.

"You know," he muttered. "Maybe it is."

He walked out of the room and slammed the door. Gabriella sat back down on the bed. She didn't mean to say that. It came out all wrong. Did he really mean what he just said? She couldn't hold it in. She started crying into her pillow. Everything was going wrong! She grabbed the phone and dialed Taylor's number.

"Hello?" She answered after four rings.

Gabriella just started sobbing. She didn't want to say anything, just cry.

"Gabi? Is that you?" Taylor asked. She heard more crying and took that as a 'yes.'

"What happened? What's wrong? Please, talk to me."

"T...T...Troy," her voice started to crack. "W...we got into a huge fight."

"Oh, it's okay. I'm here. Do you want me to come over?"

"No, I don't want to go out in the living room and face him."

"Well, what happened?"

"Well first of all, I'm having five babies," she said, still crying faintly.

"What? Quintuplets?" She squealed.

"Yep."

"Oh my gosh! That is unbelievable. Well, we'll talk about that later, but um... so what happened with Troy?"

"Well, he told me that I stress too much and I told him that he doesn't care and thinks like it's all going to be okay, but he needs to face reality because not everything is going to be okay," she said, crying more. "I might have said that getting married was a bad idea, too."

"What? Gabi, did you mean it?"

"No. It just came out. I love him, but we're so different. I was so mad and stressed, and it just happened."

"It's okay. If you need a shoulder to cry on, I'm here."

"Okay, thanks so much. So, I'll call you soon, okay?"

"Yeah. Bye."

"Bye," Gabriella hung up the phone and set it down. She looked at the clock and it said 9:30. She wiped her eyes then changed into some comfortable clothes. She crawled into her lonely bed and lay there and cried, silently. Pretty soon, she fell asleep.

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The next morning, she woke up to her bright, sunny room. She stretched her legs and remembers Troy was probably in the living room. This is how most of her mornings were, except she wasn't in big fights with him. She didn't want to go in the living room, but she did have work today. Oh yeah, and going to Jerry's. It was no big deal; they were just going to talk about how he could be a better parent and maybe how Chelsea was doing in school. She got up and got dresses. She wore her hair down, in loose curls. She went into the living room, expecting the worst, but Troy wasn't even here. She didn't see or hear anything.

When Gabriella got to work, she put up the warm-up and sat at her desk, grading papers. She really didn't want to come to school today. Any day but today. She felt miserable with pregnancy sicknesses and Troy and everything with the wedding. After school, she went back home and nobody was home. She saw a note on the table.

'Dresses are back. Hope your happy.'

She looked at the writing. He seemed mad. Well, they did get into a fight. She became a little less stressed, now knowing that she didn't have to worry about them. She wanted to make up with him. She hated fighting, especially when you like a half a week before your wedding, but he wasn't home. She grabbed her purse and headed over to Jerry's. When she got their, she slowly rang the doorbell.

Chelsea answered the door. "Ms. Montez!"

"Hi, sweetie," she hugged her.

"Gabriella!" Jerry came out of the kitchen and gave her a hug like they were lifetime friends.

"Hey," she muttered.

"I'm making dinner. You're staying, right?" He asked.

Chelsea looked at her with puppy dog eyes.

"Yeah, sure! Why not?"

After dinner, he gave her a tour of their house.

"So... what exactly do you need help with?" She asked, as they sat on the couch in the living room in front of the television.

"I just think I'm doing a bad job."

"Don't think that. Well, you feed her food, pick her up from school, and seem to have a nice house." She said, as Chelsea was playing with her Barbie dolls in the room.

"Okay, well It's just hard, you know, being a single parent. I can't give her all the attention she deserves."

"Well, just make sure you spend enough time with her, so that she's happy," she smiled, looking at Chelsea play.

"I'll be right back. I've got to go to the bathroom," Chelsea said, standing up and rushing to the bathroom.

"You know, she's really a great girl. And she's doing great in school too," Gabriella said.

"Yeah," Jerry muttered. He put his arms around her and kissed her.

Gabriella almost gave in, tired and stressed with everything going on, but quickly pushed him away. "What are you doing?"

"I'm sorry," he said. "But you have to admit, you felt something between us."

"N...no. I didn't feel anything. Jerry, how many times do I have to tell you? This wasn't supposed to end up like this. I can't trust you anymore!"

"Gabriella, I'm sorry-"

"That's all you ever say! I think I should leave now," she said, getting up and heading to the door.

"No, I love you!" He yelled to her as she was walking across the street.

She stopped in the street and turned around to face him in the doorway. "If you loved me, then you would want me happy. So please, this is best for us, and even more, Chelsea. I'm sorry," she got in her car and drove home.

A/N: Again, thanks for reading! I know, drama! They're mad at each other! And what are we going to do about Jerry? Hhhmm, please review!