A/N: Thanks for the reviews. Sorry it took me a long time, but my computer wasn't letting me go on the Internet and I was getting really, really mad. Thanks for all the name ideas too! It's a very hard decision, and I'm sorry if I didn't use one of the names you suggested. Well, here's chapter 23!
Night before moving day:
"Must be the pizza," Gabriella said, sitting up in the couch, as the doorbell just rang.
"I'll get it," Troy came got up and answered the door. Sure enough, it was the pizza. He paid him and got out the paper plates and they sat on the couch, and ate.
"Can you believe this is our last meal here?" She asked.
"Yeah, I know. And were using paper plates!"
She laughed, "I'm sorry, but we packed all the dishes."
"I know," he said, looking around at the empty house. Literally everything off the shelves was gone and all that was left were the many boxes by the door. They were moving the couch and bed tomorrow morning.
"Are you excited for moving? I am. I'm ready too," she said.
"I guess. I'll miss it, but you're right: it's time to move on," he smiled. "Time to start something new."
"That was a good one."
"You think?"
"Yeah," she nodded.
"Cool. I got it from that song we sang at the lodge-"
"No duh," she laughed at how he barely understood her sarcasm.
"I knew that," he gathered her plate and his and threw it in the garbage after having a couple more slices.
After dinner, they got in bed. It was getting late and they needed to wake up early to bring things out. Well, not really Gabriella. Since she wouldn't be doing too much. She was still scared about giving birth. At the last appointment, the doctor told her that they were probably going to be doing a C-section. That was something she really didn't want.
They faced each other and sat in silence. Troy looked into her eyes and knew what he wanted. He leaned in and kissed her lips. She pulled her arms out from under the covers and put them around his neck. She deepened it and they rolled over, so he was on top. He lifted her shirt up, but she stopped him.
"We can't do this."
"Ugh," he sighed.
"I want to, it's just... you know."
"Yeah, I know. I guess I forgot. But, I thought you can still do it when you're pregnant."
"We can, but maybe you forgot the little part about having four! How can we, if I'm on bed rest all the time anyway?"
"I just wanted our last night here to be special," he leaned back against the pillow.
"I know, and I do too. But it is special, because we're here together."
Moving Day:
"I think that's the last of them," Troy said shutting the trunk of his car and talking to Chad, who was helping them move. They also had the U-Haul help them, but they used the car for their smaller items. Gabriella was in the front seat. She brought down one or two boxes and let the guys do the rest.
"Thanks so much for helping," Troy said, hugging him.
"Ah, no problem. What are friends for?"
"Helping you move," he laughed.
"Very funny. So, can you give me the address to your house again," Chad said. He was taking some of their stuff in his car to bring to the house, just so there wouldn't be as many trips to take.
"Sure," he wrote down the address on a ripped piece of paper and handed it to Chad. He hoped that was the right address, but he didn't feel like going back in the car and getting out the address written on a slip under some boxes.
"Thanks. I'll follow you, but this is if I get lost," Chad stuck it in his pocket, and then went back in his car.
When Troy hopped in the drivers seat, he started the car and looked at the rear-view mirror and saw Chad pull out too.
"Man, was that hard," he panted. He didn't know if they were going to unpack this week, or how long. He was definitely going to have some more of their friends come over to help. Gabriella was going to be able to do kind of a lot of stuff. She could organize things and decorate rooms. She was excited to do stuff with the nurseries.
"Sorry, I didn't help much," she played with her hands.
He looked over at her, "Oh, it's okay. It's not your fault. I know that if you could, you would want to help pack."
"Hhhmm, 'want to' may not be what I was going for. Maybe like, if I could, I would do it. But all that exercise from basketball is really paying off for you," she said, feeling his bicep.
He laughed, "Yeah. I guess so."
When they pulled up to the new house, she stepped out of the car, looking it up and down.
"Wow. It seems bigger than last time we came," she smiled.
He looked at it too, "Not really."
"Shut up!" She laughed and hit his back, lightly. He grabbed her and pulled her in for a kiss. She kissed back, caressing his face in her hands.
"Hey, hey, hey," Chad said, getting out of his car.
They pulled away, and looked around embarrassed.
"When did you pull up?" Troy asked, trying to see how much he saw.
"Few minutes ago. Anyway, I've got the boxes. What do you want me to do with them?"
"Let's just set them in the yard," he stretched, and they walked over to Chad's car and took out the boxes and began carrying them to the open green yard.
Within a couple hours, the U-Haul trucks came, unloaded the stuff, and set it up. They got the bed, couch, desks, dining set, and more chairs in. They were doing pretty good for it being the first day. They had bought a little more furniture that they ordered and it was to be delivered in a couple weeks. That night, they ordered Chinese to take-out and used paper plates once again because they didn't unpack the dishes and silverware yet.
Troy took the next day off of work to work on the house. He was putting dishes in the cabinets and she was organizing the books on the bookshelf. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
"Stay where you are!" Troy yelled to her from the other room, knowing she was probably getting up at that moment to answer it.
"Fine," she sighed and sat back down.
He opened the door, and Ms. Montez was outside with some bags.
"Hey," he said. "Let me get those." He took the bags from her.
"Thanks. That's some paint I picked up yesterday. It's the colors you guys told me."
"Thank you. That's so nice of you. I mean, since we have like no time," he laughed.
"Yeah, well it was no problem. How is Gabi?"
"Impatient," he chuckled.
"Of course," she smiled. "Where is she?"
"In the living room," he led her into the living room, where Gabriella was resting and pouting.
"Mom!" She sat up. "Ugh, I'm so bored."
Ms. Montez rubbed her back, "Well, you'll be happy to know that I picked out the yellow and green paint you told me you liked."
"Are you serious?" She exclaimed and hugged her mom. "Thank you so much!"
"It was no problem. Do you guys need any help painting?"
"Yeah, sure. It's always nice to have an extra hand," he said, hugging her.
"Sure. So, when should I come?"
"I took tomorrow off too, so how about then?" He suggested.
"Sounds good. I'll be here," she smiled and patted Gabriella on the leg. "Wow, this place sure is nice."
"Yeah. I think it'll be a great place to raise a family," she said, looking around the room.
"I'm so happy for you guys," Ms. Montez said. "I remember how happy I was, when I found out I was pregnant," she kissed Gabriella's forehead. "Well, I better get going. I'll see you tomorrow, and if you need any help, just give me a call, okay?"
"Yes, mom, we will," she said, hugging and kissing her. "Bye, see you tomorrow."
"Bye," she said as Troy said 'goodbye' and closed the door after her.
Over the week, they got a lot done. Troy, Ms. Montez, Gabriella, and some more of their friends painted the nurseries. They still weren't quite done, but they were close. Gabriella was helping out a lot more than any of them expected her too, but she wanted to be off bed rest more than anything. Troy was almost starting to worry about how often she was getting up. The rest of the rooms were pretty organized... and boring. After all, they haven't even lived here for a whole week. They had all the furniture and most things organized.
That night, they lay in bed, looking around the room.
"So... what do you think of it so far?" She asked.
"It's good."
"Just good?"
"Well, it's going to take more getting used to, but I don't think that'll be very hard," he said.
"Good. Hey, Troy?"
"Yeah," he yawned.
"We haven't thought of names yet."
"You're right."
"I know," she said, waiting for him to suggest something. "Well, don't you think we should start thinking about it?"
"Sure. When?"
"How about now?"
"Uh, okay. Well, I don't have any," he said, flatly.
"Come on," she smiled, "you have to have thought about it just a little."
"Nope."
"You know you have," she laughed.
"No, I haven't," he chuckled.
"Just say one!"
"I don't know any."
"You know, you're not making this very easy."
"Actually, I am. It gives you more opportunity to choose what you want."
"But, you have to name some too!"
"Okay, okay, okay. Let's think. What do you have in mind?" He asked, leaning his head in his hand, propped up by his elbow.
"How about Troy Jr.?" She laughed.
"What?"
"Yeah."
"No."
"Why?"
"That's weird."
"No, it's cute."
"No, it's weird."
"You said I could pick what I want."
"Anything but that," he chuckled. "Hey, how about Gabriella Jr.?"
"Ew, no."
"See what I mean? Although, Gabriella is a very beautiful name," he leaned and kissed her.
"Thank you," she blushed. "So, pick one!"
"Okay, let me think. Ah... what about... Dylan?"
"Hhmm, hang on," she said, looking up, thinking. "Dylan Bolton," she muttered, trying to see how it sounds.
"Well?"
"Okay, sounds good. Remember, we need to pick three more. Actually, seven more, because of middle names."
"Alright, well I picked the name Dylan, so you pick his middle name."
"Andrew."
"That was easy," he said, surprised.
"It's not that hard. But the hard thing is, is that we don't know the rest of the sexes. The rest could be girls, or boys. This is just too hard."
"Well, let's pick out three boy names, and three girl names, and then narrow it down later," he suggested.
"Okay. Um... what about Aiden for a boy?" She said.
"Uh..."
"I like it!"
"Okay, calm down. We'll put it on the list."
"Oh, I have an idea! Let's have his middle name be Troy!" She exclaimed.
"Don't think so."
"Excuse me, but that's a compliment. Come on, I think it'll be adorable."
"I'll think about it," he mumbled. "What about the name Rose?"
"Nah."
"Why?"
"Too... flower-ish."
"No it's not!"
"Okay, let's put it on the list," she sighed. "Well, um... if that's going on the list, then so is Vanessa. I like that name."
"Fine. That's okay, actually. So, put down... Luke then."
"Alright. That's a cool name. Hey, I think we're making some good progress here," she joked.
"Yes, of course we are. Planning a wedding was a piece of cake, so why shouldn't naming kids?" he smiled.
"Yeah, a piece of cake."
"What about Abigail? It reminds me of Gabriella."
"Abigail reminds you of Gabriella?" She sighed and let out a soft laugh.
"What? Doesn't it?"
"Not really."
"Well, I like it, so put it on the list. And then we could call her Abby for short, and it sounds like Gabi."
"You're such an idiot," she giggled. "But in a good way."
"That's what I thought. So... are you ready for them?"
"More ready than ever," she replied, sarcastically.
A/N: Thanks for reading. What did you think? What did you like of the name list? Which ones were your favorites out of those? Please review!
