A/N: Second part. I will post the lyrics in the next few minutes so you know why everything happens. Except the end of this chapter. I just wanted to make it sweeter so I put it in lol

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Our song...part 2

4 years later...

I parked my car in the driveway of my house and tilted my head back, closing my eyes in frustration. I had graduated college and I'm now a teacher at East High. I was living with Troy and, yes, we're still together. Troy had had the opportunity to play for the New York Knicks but he had decided to stay home in Albuquerque and took over his Dad's job. He was staying late because the team was having an extra practice.

I had had a really rough day because all of my students were whispering about something that involved Troy and I and I know nothing about it. Everyone knows we're together but what could they know that I don't?

I grabbed my bag from the passenger seat and stepped out of the car. I locked the car and headed to the front door. I turned around, gazing at the park that was directly opposite our house. Troy had bought this house for us all on his own as a birthday present. It was the best birthday present ever.

Anyway, I walked through the front door and set my keys on the table under the coat hooks. I set my bag and jacket on the sofa and sighed. A long day and I come home to an empty house. Like always. I walked up the stairs and made my way down the hallway to our bedroom. I closed the door and just as I was about to closed my eyes, I opened them again when I noticed something.

The whole room was covered in rose petals. I gasped almost inaudibly and then I noticed a piece of paper on the pillow where I sleep. I walked over slowly and picked it up tentatively. I lifted it to my nose and inhaled the sweet smell I had grown so used to. Troy. I opened it up and started to read it, Troy's voice reading the words to me in my mind.

Our song is the slamming screen door,
Sneaking out late, tapping on your window,
When we're on the phone and you talk real slow,
'Cause it's late and you're mama don't know,
Our song is the way you laugh,
The first date 'Man, I didn't kiss her and I should have'.

Like my poem? Anyway, I bet you're thinking that you're hearing my voice in your head, right? Turn around.

I frowned in confusion but obeyed and turned around to see Troy standing on the balcony, leaning against the railing casually. I walked over to him and looked from the note to his blue eyes. "What happened to practice?"

Troy shrugged. "You really think I'd practice my boys on the night of our four year anniversary? I lied."

I laughed a little. "What's with all the roses?"

Troy walked past me, his left hand stuck in his jeans pocket and his right was waving about as he talked. "Well, I was thinking about it and it's so stupid, isn't it?"

I slowly followed him. "Troy, I'm not following."

He turned to me and sighed. "We've been together for four years. We've been living together for one and a half!"

"Troy, are you breaking up with me?" I asked quietly.

Troy snapped his eyes to mine and pulled me towards him, pressing his body as close to mine as was humanly body. "No. Of course not. I love you, Brie." He lifted my chin and placed a soft kiss on my lips. "Never doubt that."

I nodded my head, my arms still secured around his torso.

He walked us over to the balcony again. "So, anyway, I was thinking. We've been together for a long time, right?"

I rested my head on his chest. "I guess so."

Troy then pulled away from me. "Then, can I ask you something?" I gasped silently as he got down on one knee. He took my hand softly with his right hand and dug into his jeans pocket with his left. He retrieved a red velvet box. He opened it and said a sentence I never thought I'd hear. "Will you marry me?"

I felt a tear roll down my cheek and I knelt down in front of him. I wrapped both of my arms around his neck, burying my face into his chest. I felt him wrap his arms around my waist and I pulled back, caressing his cheek. "Troy, I'll marry you. If you want me to."

Troy leaned in and kissed me passionately. He then stood up, pulling me with him as we stared out at the Albuquerque landscape. "You marrying me would make me the happiest man alive!" Troy exclaimed before standing on the wooden bench that was on the balcony. "Hey, Albuquerque! Gabriella Montez has agreed to marry me!"

I quickly climbed up with him, clamping my hand over his mouth. "They'll hear you all the way in Seattle!"

Troy smile lopsidedly. "Let them. Let them know that the most amazing girl in the world has just agreed to marry me!"

I rolled my eyes. "Hold that thought." I quickly stepped off of the bench and ran into the bathroom, throwing up. I finished and flushed the toilet. My eyes suddenly got wide as I realised something. I reached for the cabinet on the left – my cabinet. I use that for everything that I use. Troy knows not to go in there because of all my things. I reached up and retrieved the box.

"Brie?" Troy's voice asked after a knock at the door.

I opened the door slowly before jumping into his arms. "Troy!" I squealed.

Troy stumbled back and we both fell backwards, with me landing on top of Troy. I lifted my head and smiled down at him. "What was this about?"

I thought about my answer. "You've asked me a question so now it's my turn."

Troy nodded. "Go on."

"Well, I was thinking..." I stopped for a moment. "We should change our names."

Troy frowned deeply. "Why? I love our names. And Gabriella Bolton has a nice ring to it."

I sighed. This would take a lot of work. I leaned down and whispered into his ear. "What if we changed our names to mummy and daddy?" I pulled back, looking for a reaction.

Troy just stared up at me. "You mean..."

I nodded. "We're having a baby." I whispered, stroking his cheek.

Troy then sat up and adjusted me on his lap. "I'm a father?"

I nodded my head once again. "I took two tests just now. Both positive."

Troy grinned and stood up. I got to my feet too and stood opposite him. Before I could think what was happening, he leaned in and kissing me fiercely and pushing me back until we both fell onto the bed. Troy pulled back and shifted so there wasn't any pressure on my stomach. He then stood up, drawing the curtains and turning the bedside lights on. He climbed back on the bed and removed both of our shirts, exposing his bare chest and my pink and black bra. He leaned down and kissed my stomach.

I laughed, holding his head. "Troy, what are you doing?"

Troy looked up at me. "My child is in there?" He pointed to my flat stomach.

I nodded.

"There? But how?"

I shot him a look. "I'm probably only a few weeks gone. I won't start to show until a few months."

Troy crawled over me so he was hovering above me. "Of course. You arethe smart one."

The next day I woke up and snuggled further into Troy's bare chest. I was shattered from last night. It was fun and I loved it but it could wear a pregnant girl out. I sighed in contentment and Troy started to stir.

"Hey, baby. How are you?" Troy asked, stroking my hair softly.

"Tired." I stated simply, wrapping the sheets tighter around my bare body.

Troy chuckled and kissed my lips softly. "You're going to be a great mum one day."

I nodded. "You'll be a great dad one day too."

Troy grinned. "So, how many kids do you want? Because, I was thinking a basketball team and cheerleaders."

I looked at him in shock. "Can I please get this baby out before we think of any more? And a basketball team?"

"What about a scholastic decathlon team?" Troy asked as he hovered above me.

"Are you thinking of the babies or baby making?" I asked cheekily.

"How'd you guess?" Troy smirked as he kissed my forehead and collapsing back on the bed next to me.

I rolled over to face him. "I think we need a new addition to our song." I smiled slightly at him before he leaned down and kissed me passionately.

So, that was our song...everything that meant something to us and only us.