A/N: Thanks for the reviews. I've decided that next chapter is the last chapter. I'll try to make it as best that I can. :) Please read and review!

"So, if you add the subtract symbol, you take away the 2, not add it," Gabriella said, demonstrating on the board. "So, are you guys ready for the worksheet?"

"But, it's the end of the school year!" Zack said. "I don't think we should get any work."

"Sorry, but it's not the last day yet," she smiled.

"What are we doing on the last day?"

"Well... let's see," she said, walking over to the calendar. "It looks like Friday is the last day, which is tomorrow, and we are going to the park down the street."

"Can we play sports?" One of them asked.

"I don't see why not. Okay, we're getting off track. I'm going to pass out the papers now," she said, which received a large amount of groans.

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Today was Troy's day off, so he had to take care of the babies all by himself. He just finished changing Abby, and set her in her crib, just as he heard a cry from Aiden. He groaned because he still had yet to feed Luke.

As soon as he left Abby and Dylan's room, Dylan began to cry. He went to get Aiden. He held him in one arm and went back into the room he just came out of and picked up Dylan. He went downstairs and set them in the playpen, as they still cried. He then rushed back up the stairs, getting to Luke since he hadn't fed him. Halfway down the stairs, he realized that he shouldn't leave his daughter by herself, so he ran into her room, Luke still in arms, and gently picked her up as well.

He brought them downstairs. He put Abby in the playpen with her brothers and then got out a bottle and some milk. He poured it in with one hand, since he was still holding Luke, and then stuck it in the microwave.

He then remembered that Dylan and Aiden were still crying. The noise just stuck in his ears, so he got used to it. He went back into the family room, set Luke down, and picked Aiden up. He rocked him back and forth.

"Sshh," he whispered. After he calmed down, Troy set him back and grabbed the other crying infant. "It's okay," he rocked him as well. When his tears subsided, he laid him down softly, just hearing the microwave beep.

"Come on, little guy," he said to Luke, as he picked him up and brought him to the kitchen. He took the bottle out of the microwave, felt the warm milk on his skin and then fed it to him. He sighed and leaned back against the counter, holding Luke with one hand, and feeding him with the other. When he was done, he set him in the playpen, where all the rest were sleeping.

He plopped on the couch, "This is a piece of cake." Right after saying that, Aiden let out another cry. "No, not again," he groaned and picked him up. "What's wrong?"

He continued to cry. His brown eyes became red with all the tears. He rocked him on his shoulder. "Sshh, it's okay. Daddy's here."

Aiden let out more wails and whimpers.

"Okay, there must be something wrong," Troy, said. He fed him no more than fifteen minutes ago, so he can't be hungry. He checked his diaper and found the problem. "Aiden," he whined, "I just changed you."

He brought the baby back upstairs, and changed him on the changing table. He then brought him downstairs and set him in the playpen. He had stopped crying, and began to yawn. Troy yawned right with him.

"You guys make me so tired," he sighed and rested on the couch. For once, they were all quiet. Suddenly, Luke made a cry. Troy opened his eyes. "That's it," he picked him up, and rested him over his shoulder as he grabbed the phone and dialed Chad's number.

"Hello?" He picked up.

"Chad, you've got to help me!" He pleaded.

"What? What's going on?"

"These kids. They never stop."

"Troy... you know I'm not an expert on kids..." he said, hoping he wouldn't have to.

"I'm not either, but I'm doing fine as a parent."

"Then you don't need my help."

"Yes. Yes, I do. Okay, when one of them cries, the other one does. They're either hungry, wanting to be fed, or just... crying for the heck of it. It's too hard. Please help me," he said, a bit calmer.

Chad paused for a minute and then spoke, "...Fine."

Troy let out a nervous sigh, "Thanks man, I owe you."

"It's okay. We're best friends. I would do anything for you. Okay, I'll be over in... five minutes."

"Alright. See you soon," he hung up and tended back to the crying baby. When he stopped and started to close his eyes, he set him back, and tucked him in. It was all quiet, until there was a rather loud knock on the door.

"Chad!" He yelled, and got off the couch to answer the door. He opened it to find his friend with big bushy hair standing there, grinning.

"Hey, guess what? I'm here," he walked in and walked over to the babies.

"Hey, dude, don't wake them. I just got them quiet," he whispered, walking over to Chad, hunching over the cribs.

"They are so cute. They look like little Troy's," he chuckled.

"Come on," he brought him over to the couch.

"So how did you manage to deal all morning?" Chad asked, trying to get serious. "I mean, weren't they loud and stuff?"

"Tell me about it. I had to change Aiden's diaper like two times in a row, and they're always hungry. It's like, I'm only one person here!"

"Well, I'm here now."

"What was I thinking? Now I have five kids to look after," he put his head in his hands.

"Yeah..." he trailed off. "Wait-hey!"

Troy got up and dialed a number on the phone, and then put it to his ear. Chad stared at him like 'what are you doing?' and got up after him.

"Who are you calling?" He hissed.

"Gabriella," he hissed back.

"No," he said, taking the phone from him.

He grabbed it back, "Yes."

"No," he yanked it out of Troy's hands.

"Why not?" He tried getting it back, but Chad hid it behind his back.

"Because, calling her shows you're weak."

"I am weak," he groaned and tried getting the phone back.

"Don't let her know that. She needs to be able to trust you. How can she leave you alone with the kids if she thinks they're too much for you to handle?"

Troy thought about it for a moment, "Yeah, you're right. This morning, she doubted that I could take care of them, but I'm going to prove her wrong! I can do this!"

"Yes, you can!" He said back. They paused in silence, hearing a woman's voice saying 'hello?'

"Do you hear something?" Troy asked.

"What? Oh yeah," he brought the phone from behind his back and could hear Gabriella. He pressed the 'end' button. "Woops."

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It was after school, and Chelsea was waiting for Jerry. Gabriella was sitting at her desk, grading papers as her phone rang for the second time that day. The first time it was a bunch of idiots yelling.

"Hello?"

"Gabi, it's Troy."

"Hi," she smiled, "how are they? Are they alive?"

"Yes," he laughed. "Hey, I don't take that as a compliment."

"What do you want, Troy?" She chuckled.

"Well, can Chad and Taylor come over for dinner?"

"Yeah, that sounds like a great idea," she said, putting the last of her files in her desk.

"Okay, be over right after work. I already started cooking, and Chad's over."

"Sounds good," she said.

"Love you. Bye."

"I love you too," she said, hanging up the phone. She turned back to her papers, finished them, and put them away. Suddenly the door opened, and there stood Jerry. Gabriella tried not to look up, but did anyway. His hair was a bit longer, but it has only been a few months since she last saw him.

Chelsea got up and hugged him and then left the room to go to the car. He walked over to Gabriella. She tensed up, sensing him looking at her.

"You're back," was all he said. His voice made her feel so uncomfortable. She nodded, looking down.

"Well, where have you been?" He asked.

"I was pregnant," she said, bluntly, hoping that would make him go away.

"Really?"

"Yep," she wrote a few things on papers, just so she seemed occupied with something. He stood there for a few moments, with out doing anything. She was starting to get a little freaked out.

"Where did Chelsea go?" She asked, getting up and straitening the desks.

"Her friend lives across the street and she wanted to go over there," he said.

"Okay..." she said, having a hard time believing him. She walked over to the garbage to throw a paper that was on a desk.

"Gabriella..." he walked over to her. "I just... I can't get over you."

"Well, I think you should. It's been what? 5, 6 years?"

"Don't talk to me like that!" He yelled.

She looked at him, surprised. He always does this. He always acts innocent and then comes on to me, she thought. "Well, then leave me the hell alone!"

"Gabriella, I will never leave you alone," he wrapped his arms around her.

"Stop!" She tried pushing him away.

"I know you want me," he tried kissing her. She looked away, pleading for him to let go. He kissed her neck. She felt so uncomfortable.

"Leave me alone you bastard!" She hit him as hard as she could. It was no use. He was too powerful. She had tears coming down her face, and all she wanted was to be in Troy's arms. She wanted to be with her babies. Her family.

"No," he tried kissing her again. She moved her head and smacked him. "Jerry! Stop! I'm calling the police!"

"Fine," he dropped her. "Don't think about telling your little husband. It's not like I raped you," he said, and then left.

She bent her legs to her chest and began to cry. She didn't know why, but he's never gone that far. She wanted Troy, really bad. And she was glad he didn't rape her. She didn't know what she would do. But what would happen next time?

She wiped her eyes, but tears still came out. She grabbed her purse, locked up the room, and left.

When she got home, she unlocked the door. In the car, she had managed to clear her eyes up. After all, they had guests tonight. She opened the door and set her purse on the table by the door.

She heard voices in the kitchen, and she could smell food cooking. She walked over to her babies in the playpen.

"Did you guys have a good day with daddy?" She tried to smile. She then walked into the kitchen to find Troy by the stove, and Chad and Taylor standing near with a glass of wine.

"Hey you guys," she said.

"Hey," Troy said, rushing over to her and kissing her on the cheek. "Have a good day?"

"Yeah," she muttered. "It was fine."

"That's good," he smiled. "Look, I'm cooking."

She let out a laugh, "Yes, I see that. I'm very proud of you."

During dinner, Chad and Taylor sat across from Troy and Gabriella. They were all eating and talking.

"So, how did you guys manage with the babies?" Taylor laughed, taking a sip of her wine.

"Ah!" Gabriella smiled and hit Troy's shoulder playfully. "I should have known you would ask for back-up."

"Well it was hard," he said, innocently.

"It's okay," she said, and continued eating. Deep down, she couldn't stop thinking about the incident after school. It kept playing in her head.

"Surprisingly, it was fun," Chad said.

"Really?" Taylor asked, suspiciously. "Troy, what did you do to him?"

"Nothing. He likes kids, despite what he thinks."

"Hey, I never said I didn't like kids. They can just be... you know?"

"Um... I don't think any of us really know," Troy laughed.

He scoffed, "Well, fine then."

"So does that mean you might want kids?" Taylor asked him. Troy and Gabriella looked at him for an answer.

"Taylor," he groaned. "We're not bringing this up in front of our friends."

"Why?" She asked. "I think it's a great topic."

"Um... so, dinner was good, huh?" Gabriella said, trying to change the subject. "Good job, Troy."

"Thank you," he put his arm around her waist and kissed her. "I love you."

"Aw, I love you too," she said.

"Yeah, be all mushy when we are arguing," Chad said.

"Sorry," Troy removed his hand from Gabriella's waist and cleared the dishes. She giggled.

After dinner, Troy and Chad were outside playing basketball (which they haven't done in a long time. lol), and Gabriella and Taylor were inside, playing with the babies.

"You guys have the cutest kids," Taylor said.

"Thanks," she said, changing Abby into her pink pajamas.

"Hey, what's wrong?" She said, as Gabriella wiped a tear from her eye. She shook her head and continued changing the rest of them.

"Gabi, what's wrong?" She put a hand on her back.

"Nothing," she wiped her eye with her sleeve.

"Did something happen? Does it have to do with Troy? The babies? Oh my god, Gabi, you need to tell me!"

She let out a soft laugh, and then became serious, "Well... today after school, Jerry, my old boyfriend, you know?"

Taylor nodded, wanting her to go on.

"He always comes on to me. He stopped for a while, and then I hadn't seen him because of my pregnancy. And then today..." she stopped and cried some more.

"Oh my god, Gabriella. He didn't...?"

She answered, quickly, "No, no, he didn't, but... he just wouldn't stop and I begged and I'm just really scared. What if next time... he does?"

"There's not going to be a next time."

"There could be!"

"Listen, tomorrow is the last day of school. You have all summer, and you won't see him. Then his daughter is going into fourth grade. You've got nothing to worry about."

"Yeah, but fourth grade is still in the same school. Should I quit my job?"

"Gabriella, no. Tell somebody. Did you tell Troy?" Taylor asked.

She shook her head.

"I think you should."

"Why?"

"Because he's there for you. To help you."

"I just don't want to talk about it. You're right; he won't do it again."

She sighed, "If it makes you feel better, I'll meet you at the park on the last day tomorrow? Didn't you say parents could come too?"

"Yeah," she muttered.

"Is Jerry going to be there?"'

"I don't know. Please come, Tay."

"I will. I promise."

"Thank you," she hugged her. She knew that she had people that loved her and a great family. Nothing would ever get in the way of that.

A/N: Thanks for reading. My fingers kind of hurt from they typing. LOL So, what did you think? I'm so sad. The next chapter I post will be the last one... :( Well, please review! I would really appreciate some, and they would make me feel better. :)