Hey, I just wrote this today. And since I'm busy tomorrow, I decided to update. It's a follow up to what's original.

I was possibly thinking about writing something about Audrey since I like writing about her. Anyway, just a thought. Enjoy!

"You did it baby. You did it. I'm so proud of you." He brushed away her sweaty strands of hair from her forehead and leaned down to kiss her gently on the lips. "You did it," he whispered again.

"How many hours of labor must one endure for a child to get out?" Gabriella shrieked, exhausted from the pain.

Gabriella turned, her eyes raging with frustration. "And wipe that goofy smirk off, Troy."

"I thought the moodiness ends when the pregnancy is over," he moaned.

A blond and pretty, wide-grinned nurse had then sauntered it, a soft pink, baby blanket in her hands with the baby snuggled and wrapped in.

"Congratulations on a beautiful and healthy baby girl, Mr. and Mrs. Bolton. Gabriella will be officially let out in 2 days.

"I want to hold her," Gabriella wistfully said as the baby walked near her in her bed.

"Of course." The nurse gently handed Audrey to her as Gabriella stared at her baby in awe.

"I'll be back soon to check on you. Please holler if you guys are in need of something."

The perky nurse left, leaving the new family gathered together for the first time.

"She's so beautiful," Gabriella whispered, her eyes watering up.

She giggled as the baby breathed softly. "Look at how small her fingers are, Troy." She silently counted her tiny fingers and toes, and then retreated back to admiring her newborn daughter.

"Daddy, can you hold her?"

Troy nodded eagerly and reached for her. As he held her, he saw tears coming from his eyes and rocked her gently in his arms, humming a lullaby. "Gabriella, she has your hair."

"And your eyes," she dazed off.

"I think that's my mother's nose."

"My father's forehead."

"And your cheekbones," Troy finally blurted out.

"Where's the baby?" Socorro Montez walked in, excitedly with Lucille and Coach Bolton following in.

"Shhhh…" Gabriella put a finger to her mouth and pointed to Troy's figure.

The new grandparents clustered around Troy, in admiration of the baby.

"Oh, mija! I am a grandma!"

"She looks just like Gabriella," Lucille whispered.

"Though she does have my forehead," Coach drifted, touching his own.

"Troy, honey. I am so proud of you and your family."

Lucille kissed his cheeks, and put a hand through his arm.

"We'll be out in the hall, guys. I want to hold her later," Coach led the two ecstatic women outside and closed the door.

After a few moments of silence, Gabriella finally piped out: "Your dad is such a softie."

Troy laughed. "He's going to be a pushover when she comes over for play dates. I can just picture her with Barbie dolls and stuffed animals around her when we reach home."

Troy finally sat down, resting nicely with his baby girl.

"Gabriella, I'm scared," he admitted, brushing the delicate infant's hair.

"I have such a fragile and delicate human being in my hands. What I do will affect her for the rest of our lives, I raise her. I can't even cook a Mac and Cheese right. How am I supposed to raise a daughter? Change diapers? Teach her what's right and wrong? I….I'm confused….and scared and…"

"Troy." Gabriella's eyes looked desperate for attention.

"Man, I wish I could get up now. But Troy, why didn't you tell me this sooner?"

"You already had so much on your hands, Gabriella. I can't pile this on you now."

"Troy, I'm scared too. Beyond belief, I am."

She then reached out for him to come near her.

He walked to her, handing the baby back to her once more.

"But we'll get through this, together, Troy. We've always had."

She looked back at their child, their living and breathing proof of their love.

"We have our parents, our friends, we have so many people that can help us and will support us along the way. We're not the only ones to get through this."

"But how are we going to get it right?"

"We're not going to always do this right, Troy. We will make so many mistakes as parents, but it doesn't stop us from raising good children, because they will make mistakes too and together, we'll fix them."

Both of them put their hands in the other, a usual perfect fit. Her tiny, delicate hands, and his big, rough ones were a match that no other hands could fit into.

"What do you think she'll be like, anyways?" Gabriella remarked, changing the subject.

Troy sat down, his body aching from Gabriella and her screaming self throughout the entire labor.

"She'll have a knack for math and science, but I have a feeling she won't like basketball, though we could always have another one and hope for a Troy Jr. She'll be a bookworm, be senior class President, and have all the guys chasing after her."

"She'll be reserved but still friendly to others."

"And bake cookies for the elderly."

"Watch Audrey Hepburn movies in her free time."

"And teach others how to play the piano."

"Will she be perfect?"

"In my eyes, she'll be daddy's little girl."

"No way, she's a total momma's girl!"

"Man, I hope we get a boy soon."

"Fine, how about I have dibs on Audrey and you on Troy Jr.?"

"No way, you'll teach her how to out joke me."

"All's fair in family and war."

"How about we have 3 kids? Maybe we'll have boy twins?"

"Oh goodness, I don't know why we are talking about more children when I just went through 15 hours of labor having one. Now I have to go through another having twins?"

"Or triplets."

"No way. I'm all for an only child now."

"NO way. We HAVE to have a boy. I'm not going through lectures about how to find the right blouse or which Juicy Couture purse is cuter or…"

"You girl! You know what Juicy Couture is…"

"And I am not, I am not letting her have a Sidekick or an IPhone until she can afford one. The only thing I will settle for are books, food, and a few shirts and jeans."

"Troy, I have to pay for dresses for her. When she gets baptized!"

"Fine. One dress."

"One dress? What about Easter? And the Christmas card?"

"We have to have a Christmas card?" he grumbled.

"Yes. And don't forget she has to watch Little Einstein and listen to Mozart."

"I was planning on her listening to Nirvana."

"I am not planning on our daughter being a future drug addict, Troy. She'll be a child prodigy."

"One sport."

"Fine. She can take ping pong in her free time."

"Ping pong? No way, soccer, basketball, track, or gymnastics."

"Ballet?"

"No way, am I helping her buy tutus or ballet slippers."

"But Troy, ballet for her will make her graceful. And get her exposed to art and culture."

"She can read or go on a class trip to get cultured. But she needs to get in shape."

"How about cheerleading?"

"No way, am I letting our daughter go ra, ra, ra while you play, Troy. Besides, our daughter prancing around in a skirt how many inches above the knee? The rule is no mini skirts in the house, anyways."

Troy sighed, giving up. "It's always up to the mom, huh?"

Gabriella looked seriously at him and reached for his hand to grasp hers.

"No. It's us."

Gabriella played with her toes and looked up at him. "We may have problems, but we're a family."

She caressed his hand in hers and stared into his eyes. "And I love you, Troy, for forever."

"Nah."

Gabriella rolled her eyes at his ruining the moment.

Troy then leaned down to passionately kiss her. "Forever's not enough."

Sigh.


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