AN: Thanks for the reviews and sorry about the last chapter! I know it was short. Well I'm trying to write a lot while I have a bit of time. I also wanted to add that Miley gave up being Hannah Montana after she started college, just wanting a normal life. Anyway, on with the story!

"Happy birthday Mom!" I rolled over in bed and sat up. I looked over at my family sitting on the end of the bed, Troy with a breakfast tray in his hands. He grinned at me and I grinned back.

"Wow! This is a surprise, thank-you." I said, giving Troy a kiss and each child a big hug.

"Eat your breakfast Mom! We all helped make it; I poured the juice, Zac made the toast and Rose and Dad made a HUGE pile of pancakes!" Lily said. I took a bite of the pancakes and the toast and sipped the juice. It was all good and I told them so.

"Thus is great! I'm surprised your dad didn't burn the pancakes." I said looking in the direction of the kids, but glancing at Troy out of the corner of my eye.

"Ha ha, very funny." He replied sarcastically, obviously remembering last year just as well as I did. Let's just say the smoke detector went crazy and leave it at that. Rose crawled over to me.

"That's because I told him when to flip them." She whispered in my ear.

We giggled while glancing at Troy. He didn't seem to know what was so funny. I finished my breakfast with Troy, occasionally feeding one another, while the kids left to go get the presents. Troy would give me mine later that night at dinner.

"Open mine first!" Lily exclaimed, as she raced into the room in front of the twins a few minutes later. I put the tray aside and patted the end of the bed, indicating for the children to sit. The three climbed back up and Lily handed me her present.

"We went shopping with Daddy last week. I hope you like it!" I smiled at her and looked at the hot pink bag in my hands. I took out the paper and then the present. It was a CD that I had been wanting for some time now. Leave it to Lily to go with the music. It was wonderful and I thanked her, giving her a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"Mine next!" Zac said, as he pushed a blue rapped box into my lap. I smiled and picked it up. Ripping off the paper, I saw it was a sweater, one that I had had my eye on since I saw it in the store last week. I hugged and kissed Zac, saying thank-you, before taking the last package from Rose's outstretched hands.

"What could this be?" I asked her, unwrapping the red paper. In my hand dropped a book. I smiled reading the title, Peter Pan. It was one of my favorites from when I was younger and was one of the books I had never purchased. Rose and I had discussed it last week while reading.

"Thank-you, Rose." I told her, giving her a hug as well.

"Now, everyone has to leave so Mom can get ready!" Troy announced to the kids. They wished me one more 'Happy Birthday' before scampering off the bed and out the door once more.

"Get ready for what?" I asked suspiciously, though I already had a pretty good idea what 'what' was.

"Just get into that bathroom, take a bath an put on a nice outfit." He said, walking out the door. "Oh", he remembered, walking in again, "and be downstairs in 45 minutes."

"Sir, yes sir!" I joked, saluting him. He laughed, rolled his eyes and gave me one last peck before leaving the room, closing the door behind him. I glanced at the clock (12:15pm), jumped out of bed and headed to the bathroom. Forty minutes later, I was dressed in a silver tank top and a black knee-length skirt with my hair falling in loose curls around my back.

I opened the bedroom door and padded my way down the hall and stairs. I knew what was coming but that didn't stop me from jumping when thirty-two voices yelled out,

"SURPRISE!"

"Happy Birthday, Gabriella!" My mom said to me, being the closest to the living room door. I gave her a hug and turned to the rest of the group. Troy's parents were there, as were Taylor, Miley, Sharpay, and the rest of the gang. I greeted them all while Troy made his way to me.

"Were you surprised?" He asked cockily, thinking I had no idea what was going on. I gave him a sly smile and answered.

"Actually, I had an idea that you were planning this. You're not the sneakiest person in the world, Mr. Bolton." Even though I knew about the party, Troy was still smiling, knowing that I loved it anyway.

"Well", he said, "I should have known that I couldn't keep any thing from the Freaky Genius Girl. I guess you're just too smart for me." I smiled at the use of the nickname.

"Well you live and learn, Freaky Callback Boy." I responded as he smiled a captured me in a kiss. We continued until…

"Ahem." We broke apart to the all too familiar interruption.

"Hey, Lover-boy! You can't keep the birthday girl all to yourself! This party has other people at it too that want to talk to the Birthday Girl, and she needs her tongue to talk! Aaand there are small children in the room that do not need to see you two act like this is Seven Minutes in Heaven or something!" Sharpay yelled at us, everyone watching. She was smiling but had a point. I looked up at Troy and giggled before walking over to Sharpay and linking arms with her. We skipped over to the rest of the girls, but not before I turned and blew a kiss in Troy's direction. I heard his laughter as I continued to make my way over to the girls.

"I swear Gabi, you're unbelievable." Miley said to me as I sat on the couch. I just laughed and we began talking.

The party went on with a lunch of my favorites and a HUGE cake with candles all over. I blew them out, making a wish, before cutting the cake and passing it out. Then I opened my presents, getting books, clothes and CDs, among others. The party continued for a while after, everyone laughing, talking and dancing. At 5:30pm, Troy and I were left alone, the kids having gone with various friends to spend the night so Troy and I could have the house to ourselves for the night.

Troy showered as I cleaned a little. A few minutes after I had started, Troy came downstairs.

"And what exactly do you think you're doing?" He asked in mock anger.

"Um… Cleaning?"

"Not today, this is your birthday! Birthday Girls do not clean in this house! Now, go upstairs right now!"

"No! This house is a mess and it needs to be cleaned." I stated, turning my back on him. This, I soon realized, was a mistake.

"Stop, Troy, stop!" I begged as I collapsed on the floor, in an effort to escape his tickling hands. Much to my surprise, he stopped. But before I could catch my breath, I was on my way upstairs, flung over Troy's right shoulder. I shrieked with laughter as he flung me on the bed.

"Now, will you please get ready to go? The reservation's in two hours."

"Fine, but you have to leave, I don't want you to see me before I'm all ready."

"Are you sure? He asked, giving me a small kiss, as if hoping that would change my mind.

"Yes, I'm sure. Now get your clothes and get out!" I ordered. Troy went to his closet and grabbed his things, mumbling about getting kicked out of his own bedroom. I leaned in to kiss him one last time before closing the door in his face, laughing to myself.

"Tease!" I heard him scream. That only made me laugh harder.

An hour and a half later, it was 6:30pm and I was ready to go. I was just picking my shoes up out of the closet when Troy yelled from downstairs that it was time to go. I glanced at myself in the mirror at my loose curls and red cocktail dress before opening the door and walking down the stairs to meet my husband.

"You look ravishing." Troy told me, as I entered the living room. I giggled at his word choice.

"Likewise." I replied.

"Ready to go?" He asked as I grabbed my coat off the hook. I nodded, slipping it on and he grabbed my hand, opening the front door. We walked out to face a limousine, parked at the curb.

"Troy, you didn't…"

"It's you birthday, of course I did." He answered. I said nothing else, knowing that it would be pointless to argue. We walked to the car and Troy opened my door before getting in himself. The limousine began to drive as soon as Troy got in so I assumed the driver knew where to take us. Troy and I kissed and talked on the way to the restaurant. The car stopped, we thanked the driver and stepped out of the car. We were at the new restaurant in town, I had heard it was amazing. After the meal, I definitely agreed with the reviews. The steak and salad that Troy and I had was some of the best I had ever tasted. And the chocolate fudge cake was delicious, coming only second to Zeke's. We paid for dinner and decided to take a walk in the park not far from the restaurant. We began walking down the sidewalk along the road to the little park.

"We're soaring, flying. There's not a star in heaven that we can't reach." Troy began to sing. I looked up at him to find him staring at me.

"If we're trying, yeah we're breakin' free." I continued. Soon we were singing at the top of our lungs and I thanked God that we weren't near any houses. When it came time for the spin, Troy grabbed my hand and I twirled along the walkway, not stopping. I just spun and laughed, Troy with me, until I fell on the ground, still giggling. Troy ran over to me with a worried look on his face and helped me up.

"Are you alright?" He asked, he must have thought that the tears in my eyes were ones of pain. I nodded, breathless with laughter.

"I'm fine, I was just laughing." I told him. He looked at me before bursting out laughing at my previous actions. We continued to walk along, hand in hand, until we came to the park. I ran to the swings and sat down.

"Push me!" I told Troy. He came over and began to push, whispering in my ear each time I swung back. This reminded me of high school when we would walk to the park after school a few times a week. This exact thing would happen. I laughed and giggled at some things he said to me, others making me want to cry they were so sweet. Eventually, he stopped and sat on the swing next to me. I took this opportunity to ask a question.

"So… what's my present?" I asked. Troy laughed at the question.

"Well, I guess I could give it to you now." He said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a rectangular box, rapped in red paper with a gold bow on top. He handed it to me and I eyed it apprehensively, with good reason. Last year, I was handed a package, not unlike this one, from Troy. I thought it was the necklace from Kay's that I had been hinting at but Troy, being Troy, had decided that it would be funny to trick me. So, I was very excited, opened the box and found a candy necklace in a plastic wrapper. Troy latter told me that the look on my face was priceless. He was laughing his head off at me. We almost go kicked out of the restaurant for goodness sake! He gave me the correct necklace afterwards, apologizing, and I forgave him. But let me tell you, if he tries it again…

"It's not made of candy", he said, seeing my face. I smiled and ripped off the paper and opened the box.

This was most definitely not made of candy. I pulled from the box one of the most beautiful bracelets I had ever seen. It was white gold, embedded with rubies, diamonds, and emeralds. It was perfect.

"Thank-you, Troy. It's beautiful." I managed speechless. He took it gently from my hand and put it on my wrist. He kissed me and I back. It was several minutes before we pulled away. He stood up and offered me his hand, which I accepted. We strolled back to the restaurant, under the starlit skies of New Mexico and entered the waiting limo. Once home, Troy and I spent the rest of the evening alone, without any interruptions.

The following morning, I awoke with a smile one my face. I rolled over to look at Troy, also sporting a grin. We kissed and got up, getting ready to pick up the kids. By 11:00am, we were in the car. An hour later we arrived back home, all three children in tow.

" I want dirty clothes in the hamper and bags put away." I said to the three. They nodded and headed up the stairs to do as they were told.

"I'll make lunch and you can start the laundry." I told Troy, stepping into the kitchen and opening the fridge. He gave me a light kiss before running up the steps to the laundry room. I turned on the oven and popped in some nuggets and fries for the Saturday lunch. Soon, lunch was finished and I called everyone into the living room.

"Okay guys, listen up. Christmas is in two weeks and this house needs to be decorated. So, today and tomorrow we will decorate! How does that sound?" The kids cheered. "Good now, Zac, you go with your dad and help him get the decorations out of the garage. Girls, let's go get some CDs!" The family parted and twenty minutes later, we began to decorate. We started with the entrance, then the kitchen, the rec.-room, the dinning room, the living room, the library, the stairs and, lastly, the family room. We decorated everything, taking the better part of three hours. The only thing left to do inside was the real tree (we had several fake ones spread throughout the house), which we would buy and decorate this evening. I made a lasagna for supper and at 6:00pm, we pilled into the car, heading for the tree lot.

It took us a while but at 7:30pm, we were home with the perfect tree. Troy carried it into the house and put it in the stand while Lily got some water and the twins and I prepared the decorations.

"Mom?" Rose asked.

"Yes, honey?"

"Can I put Belle in the kitchen while we decorate the tree? She might be in the way."

"Good idea Rose. Just make sure she has a toy and food."

"I will. Belle! Come!" The puppy ran to Rose and followed her into the kitchen.

"That girl's already smart, Gabi. Just think about it, we're going to have another genius in the family." Troy commented, walking up behind me. "I agree. Now, where's the stereo?" The rest of the night was spent decorating the tree, Christmas music playing in the background and intermingling with the laughs and conversations of the family. Later that night, everyone dropped into bed, exhausted, preparing for the next day of our Christmas tradition.

The following day, everyone woke up, showered, ate and then, the fun began. It had been tradition in our house since Zac and Rose were three that the guys would go outside to decorate the outside of the house while the girls made cookies. Then, when the cookies were done, the girls would go help the boys. Then, after supper, we would all decorate the gingerbread house. Some may think it sexist that they boys did the physical work while the girls worked in the kitchen but the truth was, neither Zac nor Troy could bake very well and The girls and I had a lot of fun dancing around the kitchen, baking the Christmas goods.

I kissed Troy and he and Zac headed out the door.

"Are you girls ready?" I asked. They ran into the kitchen and I placed one of my favorite Christmas CDs into the stereo. I made simple sandwiches for lunch and brought them out to the boys before I began rolling the shortbread dough. By 5:00pm, cookies, pies and cakes covered every inch of counter space in the kitchen. We had made apple and cherry pie; chocolate chip, gingerbread, sugar, and shortbread cookies; cherry, cheese, and pound cake; and apple tort. I smelt delicious! We cleaned up and then headed outside to help the boys with the reindeer decorations on the lawn. When the pizza I ordered came, we were done and went into the family room with paper plates to eat it. After, the gingerbread house was decorated and I set in on the kitchen table as we put the baked goods in cans and placed them in the freezer. Then, the whole family watched the Grinch and as the credits rolled, climbed up the stairs and into bed.

"Troy, Troy, get up! Everyone's going to be here at 2:00pm, in only 6 hours and we have to get ready for the Christmas Party!" It was December 24th, ten days after my birthday, and Troy and I were hosting the annual Christmas party. The gang and our parents would be here at 2pm and stay until 7pm, when everyone would go home and prepare for Santa.

"Gabi, are you kidding me? It's 8:00 IN THE MORNING!" he exclaimed, rolling over to face me, but I was sitting up in the bed.

"Come ooooooon, Troy. I'm too excited to sleep. Pleeeeease?" I said, giving him the puppy dog pout, which I knew he couldn't resist.

"No, Gabriella, not that. Please, not that… Fine, I'm getting up." He said, rising. I gave him a big kiss and pulled on my robe, flinging the door open and racing down the stairs, into the kitchen to make breakfast. I heard Troy laugh at me as I ran.

"If you're like this on Christmas Eve, what will you do on Christmas Day?" He asked.

"What I do every year." I replied, thinking of me waking up at four o'clock and waiting with Troy in the living room, long before the kids woke up, to open presents. He laughed and set the table as three happy looking kids opened the door to the kitchen. We ate bacon and eggs together as a family before the kids went to the playroom to watch cartoons before they had to dress for the party. Troy and I on the other hand, took the cookies and cake out of the freezer and put the stuffed turkey in the oven, it would be ready at five. I then began to make the other food, salads, potatoes, turnip, carrots, and Yorkshire puddings. At one I left my mom in the kitchen, she had arrived early, and went to get dressed. As was customary, I dressed in a fitted, red dress with white lace and a hat to match, yes I was to dress as Mrs. Claus and I help Santa (Troy would later put on the suit) deliver the Secret Santa presents.

And so the party began, as usual, at two and at three Troy and I gave out the presents everyone, both children and adults. Then, we had the Christmas Karaoke contest. We had two categories, children and adults. You could sing solo or in a pair. We had so much fun! Troy and I sang "Silver Bells" and took first place and Rose and Will sang "Silent night" and also took first place. I glanced at Troy as they sang and knew that our little girl had her first crush. Somehow, I don't think Troy was as happy as I was.

After karaoke it was dinner, ending with a Santa-head shaped cake. After dinner I sat with the girls in the living room.

"Do you all still want to do this?" I asked them.

"Yes! I can't think of a better time or place for this. I still can't get over the fact that it happened to all of us at the same time!" Miley said.

"It's pretty crazy." Kelsi added.

"Well, it's 6:30pm. Let's head to the stage." The six of us stood up and walked to the stage, climbing on. I turned off the music.

"Hey! Listen up!" Sharpay yelled into the microphone. The girls on stage laughed at her.

"Well now that we have everyone's attention", Heather giggled, "we have an announcement to make."

"The"

"Six"

"Of"

"Us"

"Are"

"Amazingly"

"PREGNANT!" We yelled at the same time, much to the shock of everyone in the room.

"Baby?" Kim asked.

"Yes, 'baby'. At least someone understood." Taylor said, folding her arms. The rest of the kids soon came up and hugged their mothers, the fathers still stock-still.

"You know what?" I began, "I knew these guys were slow but to have a two-year-old come to grips with something before them…"

"You're pregnant?" Troy asked, as if hearing my voice had awoken him.

"Yes, honey. I'm pregnant." I said, stepping off the stage. He grinned and ran to me, picking me up and twirling me around.

AN: Long chapter! I hope you like the twist I put in. I know I put out two quick updates but I probably won't be updating for a while. I also want to know if you want a boy or a girl and for who. Oh, and names. Please review!