Thanks for all the reviews! I'm sorry some of you couldn't review because you took the poll for the same chapter! Anyway, they're married! Finally! That's probably what you all were saying. Here is chapter 16!

Troy and Gabriella stayed one more night at the hotel, and then went home, as a married couple! When they got there, they unloaded their suitcases in the guestroom. They had loads of stuff, like luggage, wedding dress, tuxedo, and some left over wedding cake. They didn't feel like unpacking right away. After setting the heavy suitcases on the bed, Troy grabbed Gabriella around the waist and kissed her.

She giggled, "Oh, I love you so much."

He kissed her neck, "I love you, too."

She wrapped her arms around his neck, "We're married now! It's so hard to believe. The engagement felt like ten years."

"I know. I'm glad you're not going to be stressed anymore."

"Actually, I am. I don't know, maybe you forgot, but I'm pregnant."

He chuckled, "I remembered that."

"You better because you're going to be the one right there when I'm giving birth," she laughed.

"I figured that."

"Hey!"

He scooped her up, "So, what would you like for dinner, Mrs. Bolton?"

She smiled, "Hhmm, I don't know. What've you got?"

"Let's go check," he put her down and they went into the kitchen. Troy ended up making some chicken. They were both so exhausted from this weekend. Gabriella was sitting on the living room chair, looking at the newspaper.

"Troy?" She said, still looking at the paper.

He looked up from the counter at the kitchen, "What?"

"There are a few houses for sale in the newspaper that I'm looking at. They look about in our budget."

"How about we talk to a realtor and see what they have to offer. They're going to show us some more houses, but we'll keep those on the list, okay?"

She nodded, "And we also need to make another appointment at the doctors."

"You're right. Let's call them soon," he said.

"And we also need to book the honeymoon! Troy! We forgot about the honeymoon!"

"Calm down, baby," he said, walking over to her.

"Troy, we won't have time if I'm pregnant."

"What do you mean? Aren't you just like two months or something?"

"Yeah, but still. I'm carrying five. I need to be on full bed rest soon," she sighed.

"I know, you're right. Um, how about after we have them?"

"Troy, no. I don't want to go and be worried about them. I'm going to be a new mom, and I want to spend every little minute there."

"What are you saying, you don't want to go on a honeymoon?"

"No, I do. You know I do, but I just don't see how we're going to be able to fit it in with our schedules. I mean, we both have work, we're having quite a few kids, we're buying a new house, and we just have a million other little things. I'm going to have to take a lot of time off work for maternity leave. And I might have to leave early, because I'm having five. Everything's just really, really hectic right now. You understand that, right?" She asked, after explaining her planner.

He sighed, "Yeah. I know. We have to do something special."

"We will," she kissed him, lightly on the lips.

"Are we ever going to have a honeymoon?" He asked.

"Well, eventually, probably. I want to, but we may have to postpone it for quite a while."

"I'm okay with that, I guess."

"Good. You know I'm so sorry. Don't think I don't want to go. Ah, I'm just imagining it. Some place tropical, you, and me. That would be amazing, but we can't do it right now."

"I understand. Let's focus on the kids and the house," he said, kissing her on her forehead. He then, got up and went back to the kitchen.

She sighed and turned the T.V. on. After dinner, they got in bed and snuggled close.

"So, when should we make the doctors appointment?" Troy asked.

"Let's call tomorrow. I work, so you can call."

"Okay, and I suppose you want me to call the realtor, too."

She grinned, "If it's not too much to ask."

"Nope. I'm used to it by now," he laughed.

She pushed his shoulder, "Shut up! I don't ask that much of you."

"I know, I know."

The next morning, Gabriella woke up to a sunny room, which only hurt her eyes, since she had a headache. Troy was next to her, sleeping. She slowly got out of bed, to feel her stomach hurt. She groaned, and then walked over to her dresser and picked out an outfit.

"Gabriella?" Troy sat up and rubbed his eyes.

"Don't mind me. I'm going to work."

"You don't looks so good," he said.

"Thanks, mom."

"Sorry, but are you sure you want to go? Do you feel alright?"

"No. But, I have to go. We have to make money, or were not going to be able to support us all."

"Okay, but if you start to feel any kind of pain, you come home, alright?"

"I will. I'll be fine. My head just hurts a bit. You go back to bed," she kissed him on the cheek and walked out of the room, "Bye. I love you."

"Love you too," he rested his head back on the pillow.

When Gabriella got to school, she was already late.

"Sorry, everyone. I'm running late," she said, walking in the classroom. Her principal was in the room, obviously watching the students, since nobody else was there for them.

"I'm so sorry," she said, walking up to Mr. Marshall, the principal.

"Gabriella, you can't keep doing this," he said, shaking his head.

"I know. I'm sorry. I just got married this weekend and I have a bunch of other things on my plate. I'll really try."

"I understand, but I can't keep finding out all these kids are unsupervised. They need an adult at all times."

"I know. I'll come on time, everyday from now on."

"You better. These kids really love you, and I don't want to let you go," he said, walking out of the room.

When work was over, she went home. She walked in the house, and Troy was on the phone. He held up his index finger, and covered the mouthpiece.

"I'm talking to the realtor," he whispered.

"Okay," she whispered back. She went into their room, and lay on the bed. She rested for about five minutes, when Troy came in. He crawled on the bed and kissed her.

"I needed that, right about now," she smiled.

"Rough day?"

"Well, my boss lectured me to stop being late, and I don't want to tell him that I'm going to be taking more time off for maternity leave. I'm afraid he'll fire me."

"He won't. You're great with the students."

"I know," she sighed, "so, what did John (realtor) say?"

"He's going to show us some houses next week, on Wednesday."

"Sounds good. Did you call the doctors?"

"Yep. Next week, on Monday."

"Oh, you're good," she giggled and kissed him on the lips. She pulled him down and they continued more passionately.

After dinner, they went to bed. Gabriella thought about the principal and decided to start becoming more serious about waking up. It was just hard, since she's usually not feeling good in the mornings. Now all she has to worry about is telling Mr. Marshall about her leaving for a few months.

A/N: Thanks for reading! I updated! I feel very accomplished. I'm so happy! I bought High School Musical on Tuesday! I'm so happy! Anyway, please review! Ideas and feedback are awesome!