Chapter 24 – Regular Day At Home?

AN: Hey people! How are you all doing? Thank you for the reviews that I got for the last chapter. I'm glad that you guys were pleased that there will be one baby boy and one baby girl.

Anyway, here is the next chapter of the story.

Ps… sorry that this Chapter is a little shorter than usual, but it is mainly a filler leading up to the later chapters!

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"Troy?" I heard Gabriella call from the living room.

"Yes?"

"Could you please make me your sandwich? The one with peanut butter, jelly, and – "

"Pickles. Got it." I rolled my eyes as I headed to the fridge to gather the ingredients. "I still don't understand how you could like the taste of that."

"Hey! It's a craving."

"A weird craving." I muttered under my breath.

Gabriella had been feeling a tad under the weather lately, and so I sent Isabella off to April's so she didn't catch the cold, and also so Gabriella didn't have to worry about taking care of her. That also meant that Gabriella and I had some alone time.

When I finished assembling her sandwich, I walking into the living room to find Gabriella's eyes closed and her hand on her forehead.

"You still have that headache?" Her eyes opened.

"Yeah, but it's nothing."

"Brie, are you sure we shouldn't get it checked out?"

"I'll be fine." I sat down beside her on the coach, allowing her to put her feet on my lap.

"You're 5 ½ months pregnant, I don't think that we should be risking anything." Gabriella grabbed my hand, squeezing it.

"If it gets any worse, I'll tell you. Okay?"

"Promise?"

"I promise." I smiled. "Now, where's my sandwich."

"No please?"

"Trooooooy." Gabriella moaned.

"Alright here." I said, handing over the place. Gabriella sat up, leaning against the many pillows behind her, and smiled.

"Thank you." She said gratefully, taking a bite. I leaned forward, rubbing my hands soothingly on her belly.

"Mommy's eating strange food right now, but when you guys get out of there I promise I will teach you what real food it." Gabriella playfully rolled her eyes.

"Because mustard and cornflakes is real food."

"Hey! It's good." Gabriella laughed.

"Don't worry you two, I'll make sure that daddy never feeds you. I can blame my food tastes on hormones right now, but your father was just born strange."

"I am not strange. Just… unique."

"Keep telling yourself that honey." Gabriella had now finished with her sandwich, and was trying to put the place on the coffee table. After laughing, I took it from her.

"Belly preventing you from bending?" she groaned.

"It can be a pain, but then I remember that our little babies are in there and its all forgotten."

"That's right. Because we love our little precious ones." I said leaning forward and pressing a light kiss to her belly. Then, I felt a strange sensation against my hand.

A small kick.

I looked up quickly at Gabriella, to see tears in her eyes as she stared down at my hand on her stomach.

"Did that really happen?" she asked.

"Our baby kicked." Just as the words came out from my mouth, my second hand felt the same sensation. "And there goes the second." Gabriella's eyes brightened with happiness as she looked at me through tear filled eyes.

"I can't believe it." She said. "Both of them."

"I know."

"It's so beautiful."

"It's perfect." I said, stretching over her growing stomach and kissing her square on the lips.

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"That… was my bladder." I laughed. "It's not funny!"

"But it is darling."

"Just because you're not being used as a punching bag doesn't mean you have to be a meanie."

"Meanie? What are you like three?" Gabriella stuck out her tongue.

"If I were three, could I really be pregnant?"

"Did you really have to get all technical about it?" Gabriella smirked.

"I win."

We were silent for a while, Gabriella lying in my arms as we watched a movie in our bedroom. Unfortunately, we had been too preoccupied with the babies' kicks to notice the movie.

"Fine then. You have the heart of a three year old." Gabriella shifted so she was facing me.

"You're still on that. Didn't you give up already?"

"Troy Bolton never gives up."

"Careful of your ego Troy." I just smiled, reaching my arm forward to remove a hair from Gabriella's face. I pressed my hand against her forehead.

"Brie, you're burning up."

"It's nothing."

"Brie, first your headaches and now a fever. I really think I should take you to a doctor tomorrow to get things checked out."

"I'm honestly fine!" She groaned.

"Brie I really think we should just get it looked at. As a precaution." Gabriella rolled her eyes.

"You're worrying over nothing." I looked Gabriella straight in the eyes.

"I just don't want anything to happen to you." Gabriella smiled.

"That's sweet." She probably saw the worried expression on my face, for she continued. "Alright, how about we make a deal."

"I'm listening."

"If I still have a headache or fever tomorrow morning, then you can take me to Dr. Hues to get it checked out. But if not, you stop stressing about it. Deal?" I leaned forward and kissed her gently on the lips.

"Deal."

As Gabriella continued to lie in my arms, and eventually fall asleep, my mind wandered.

There was nothing seriously wrong with Gabriella, right?

I prayed to God that night to take care of Gabriella and our babies, and protect them from any harm.

Just hopefully, God heard my prayer, and listened.

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AN: Hey guys, so what did you think of the chapter? Liked it? Hated it?

On the plus side, who here is excited for the Oscars on Sunday. With Vanessa and Zac performing, Zac presenting an award, and the two of them walking the red carpet together, I couldn't be more excited! It's going to be really amazing.

Another side note, my sixteenth birthday is coming up in a week, on February 27th! I can't believe that I'm turning sixteen; it's just amazing!!!

Next Chapter: Surprise!

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Xoxo,

Lar