A/N: Thanks for the reviews! They make me so happy:) Okay, here's chapter 24!

Over the next few weeks, Troy and Gabriella were just settling into their new house. They had finished most of the work, mostly thanks to Troy. He made sure to paint two rooms. One had green paint and the other had yellow. It was for both sexes, so they didn't need to stress about it. She was now eight months pregnant, and they were ready for the babies any day. They were prepared with the bag they were taking to the hospital sitting in the closet.

It was a rainy Sunday, and they were hanging out on the couch. He had made it really clear that she needed to be on bed rest, but she sat on the couch once in a while.

"I'm bored," she sighed, and took a bite of her ice cream.

"That's life."

"Shut up," she giggled. "But, I want to do something."

"Well, that's going to be a little hard for you, isn't it?"

"Ugh. Well, you should do something at least," she said, setting the bowl on the table.

"Me? With out you?" He asked, as if she was born yesterday. "No. I can't leave you alone."

"Well, I'm not going to want to watch the game today. You should go over to Chad's," she suggested.

"Nah. You need my attention twenty-four-seven."

"What do you think, I'm going to go into labor when you're not home?"

"Yeah," he nodded, quickly.

"Troy, every time I tell you to go out, you always say I'm going to have the babies. And every time, I don't. Go; have fun," she smiled.

"Agh, fine," he said. "I guess it'll be nice to see Chad."

"Aaahhh," she yelled, and grabbed her stomach.

"What?" He rushed by her side. "What's wrong? Are you in labor? I'll get the bag."

She laughed after it passed, "No; I'm having a contraction. I've been getting those a lot lately."

"That's it. I'm not going," he said, feeling her forehead.

"Troy! I'm not going into labor. Everyone has contractions. If anything happens, I'll call you. This is going to be one of last times you hang out with Chad, before becoming a father."

"You're right. You're fine. Okay, I love you very much," he kissed her.

"I love you too," she smiled, and rubbed her hand over her stomach.

"I'll be back later, I guess. I'm probably going to watch the game and stuff. I'll call to check in, okay?"

"Yep."

After he called Chad to make sure it was okay, he helped Gabriella back in bed. He situated her with a book, some soup, and the phone.

"Alright, I'll be back at five, and it's..." he looked at his wrist watch, "noon right now."

"Okay. Ooohh," she put her hand on her stomach. He looked at her. "Another contraction."

He nodded, said good bye, and left. She sighed and leaned back against the pillow. She was happy for Troy, but she wanted company. Of course, she was the one who suggested he go, but he deserved it since he had to put up with her and her mood swings. After sitting for a while, she finished her soup, and read for a while. She rested for a half an hour, until the phone woke her up. She grabbed it, and pressed the 'talk' button.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Gabriella," a voice said on the other end.

"Hi," she sat up. "Who is this?"

"Rachael!"

"Rachael! Oh my gosh, I feel like I haven't talked to you in such a long time," she smiled at hearing her old friends' voice.

"Yeah, so how have you been?" She asked.

"Okay. You know, I'm eight months pregnant and due any time, since they said I would be having a premature labor. I'm just scared it could be any day now," she said, softly.

"Yeah, I know. When I was pregnant, they said Alicia was so small, she might be premature, so I was expecting her around seven months, but she came out strong at nine."

"Well, I'm not so sure that's how mine will turn out," she laughed.

"True. When you do go into labor, you have to call me immediatly."

"I will, and believe me, I hope it's soon. I'm huge and I just want to be thin again!" She giggled. "I'm sick of being fat and not able to move."

"I'm sorry," she said. "So, how is the new house?"

"Really good, actually. We're ready with the rooms and we have mostly everything set up. Troy is so good. Ah, I love him to death," she smiled to herself.

"I remember when you first told me about him. Did you know that if it weren't for me, you two would never be together?"

"What?"

"I told you to give him a chance."

"Whatever," she laughed, softly.

"I have to get going grocery shopping, but I'll be waiting for your call very soon," Rachael said in a sing-song voice.

"Okay. Bye," Gabriella hung up as Rachael said 'bye' too. She smiled, thinking of how her life will be in less than a month. She would be holding babies in her arms. She was going to be a mother.

Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain and knew that it couldn't be a contraction. She started to squirm and realized something wet on the sheets.

"Oh no," she muttered and grabbed the phone. This was it. Her water broke, and Troy wasn't home. How could this have happened? How could she not know? She dialed Troy's cell phone number, yelling out in pain. She heard the distinct ringing of his phone on the bedside table next to the bed.

"No!" She screamed, and tried to think of what to do. Should she call the hospital first? Call a cab? Or try and get a hold of Troy? She decided to call Chad and Taylor's house.

"What's that damn number!" She screamed, ready to pull her hair out. "Ugh!" She tried thinking of it, putting in the first three digits, and forgetting. How could she forget her best friends number? This has never happened before. She yelped out in pain and dialed in the last four digits she tried to remember.

It rang a few times before Taylor picked up, "Hello?"

"Taylor! It's me Gabriella!" She yelled.

"Gabriella? What's wrong?"

"I need Troy!" Gabriella said.

"What's going on?"

"I need to talk to Troy. I'm in labor!"

"Oh my god! Hang on, hang on, hang on," Taylor screamed and handed the phone to Troy. There was a pause and he came on the phone.

"Gabriella, okay. Calm down. I'll be right there!" He said.

"Troy! It hurts! My water broke," she said, grasping her stomach.

"I know. How far apart are the contractions?"

"I don't know! I'm not really in the mood to count! What do I do?" She panted.

"Stay there. I'll be home in no time!" He hung up.

She hung up and threw the phone on the bed. When Troy got there after what felt like three hours, he rushed to her side.

"How are you feeling?" He felt her forehead.

"Hurt! Troy, get to the hospital now!"

"Okay, let me just get the bag," he said, running over to the closet and getting the bag from the top shelf and then helping her up.

"I'm right here," he whispered in her ear.

"Aaahh," she groaned.

The hard part was getting downstairs, but they managed. When he brought her to the car, he strapped her in and shut the door.

"Maybe going to Chad's was not a very good idea," he muttered, running around the car to the drivers seat. As soon as he got in, he started the car and they were off. He went pretty quickly, so they arrived soon. When he helped her out, they grabbed a wheelchair in the lobby.

He rushed up to the counter, "Hi. My wife is in labor."

"Okay, name please?" The secretary said, picking up a phone.

"Gabriella Bolton," he said, drumming his fingers on the counter.

She typed something in, "Hang on. An orderly is coming down. Please, just wait."

"Okay," he said, going back over to Gabriella. "Are you alright?"

"Never better," she smiled sarcastically, and continued to do the breathing exercise they practiced in class.

They sat there for a few minutes when the orderly came down. They rushed her up to the maternity ward, where Dr. Pederson was waiting. When they her got situated, Dr. Pederson checked her.

"Wow, I'm very surprised you came out an extra month. Okay, well it looks like you are about four centimeters along, so it should be a couple hours of waiting," he said.

"Thanks," Troy said, kissing her forehead. "I'm going to make some phone calls okay?"

She nodded, and rested for a bit, wanting it to be over.

She woke up to some people coming in the room.

"Hey," Taylor said, coming by her side. Chad came in as well.

"Hi," she smiled. "You guys came here quick."

"Well, I was the first one to know your water broke," she let out a small laugh. "So, we just came here after Troy left."

"Thanks so much. I really appreciate it."

"No problem. We're here for you no matter what," Chad said.

"Where's Troy?" She asked.

"Making more phone calls," Taylor said, sitting down in the chair next to the bed.

Within two hours, Troy's parents, Ms. Montez, Zeke, Ariella, Kelsi, Jason, Ryan, Rachael, and Tom arrived. They stayed with her for a half an hour and then went into the waiting room. Troy stayed, since it was almost time. About another half an hour later, the doctor came back in.

He checked to see how far along she was, "Alright, Gabriella you're now nine centimeters apart, so we're going to move you up to the delivery room."

"Okay," she nodded, and continued to breathe in and out. When they got up their, Dr. Pederson had a nurse hook Gabriella to some machines, and soon after, her midwife arrived.

After getting ready the doctor said, "Now you're ten centimeters and it's time to start pushing. When I count to five, I need you to take a deep breath and push as hard as you can, okay?"

She nodded and waited for the most painful experience of her life to happen.

A/N: Okay, so I stopped it where they're about to push. I know, pretty mean, but it sounded like a good place to stop. Anyway, what did you think? She's in labor! I know: it's about time! LOL Please review! The more reviews, the faster I update!