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"I didn't get the chance to ask you, but how was the date with Troy?" Clara asked, cleaning the kitchen on a sunny Friday morning.
"It's not a date, mom." Gabriella said, sitting Chris and Natalie on the couch to watch Dora. "And it went fine. I told him about the kids, he's happy about that. We're just friends."
Clara smirked. "If your just friends…then why don't you ask him to move in?"
Gabby whipped her head toward her mother, her eyes widened. "What? Move in?"
"You said it yourself, you're just friends and he wants to be father, right?"
Gabby nodded slowly.
"Then call him, he'd be happy to be in their lives." Clara said, grabbing her purse and walking out the door to work.
Gabby sighed and grabbed the phone. She dialed Troy's number and waited for him to pick up. "Troy?"
"Oh, Gabby." Troy said, tiredly. "It's 9:00 in the morning."
Gabby giggled. "Sorry, um, you're okay about the whole kid situation, right?"
"Of course. I love the kids." He said with a little yawn.
"Um, do you want to move in? I mean—just for the kids. Yeah, we have an extra room upstairs, so if you want." Gabby said, nervously.
"Sure, I'll bring my things over."
"Okay, bye." Gabby said with a quick smile.
"You have hardly anything!" Gabriella cried, carrying a small box into Troy's new room. She placed it on the bed and smiled at Troy, who entered with a large brown box filled with prized possessions and he placed it on the cabinet.
"I'm a guy, all I need is a couple of boxes to carry my stuff." Troy chuckled.
"I hope you like the color peach," Gabby said, sitting on the peach colored sheets of the bed.
Troy laughed and jumped next to Gabby, shaking the bed. "I don't mind, it matches my complexion."
Gabriella laughed and threw her head back. "I guess you should start unpacking," she said, reaching for the first box she saw.
Troy reached for another box and started unpacking. He put a few clothes inside the cabinet. Gabriella pulled out the box full of his prized possessions—basketball trophies, awards, signed jerseys, and a few photos. She pulled the framed picture of his family and smiled to herself and she placed it on top of the drawer. She pulled out another frame, Troy and a thin blonde girl, wrapping their arms around each other.
"Girlfriend?" Gabby asked, putting the picture on the drawer.
Troy rushed over to Gabby's side to confiscate the picture. "It's old,"
"Really, you consider two months, old?" she said, reading the date on the picture before Troy put it away.
"Well…"
Gabriella smiled. "What's her name?"
"Melissa, she's a cheerleader for the team. We dated for…a month or two."
"That's definitely not unexpected."
Troy cocked an eyebrow and looked at Gabby. "What is that supposed to mean?"
Gabriella laughed. "Troy, face it, you're a player. All the girls want you," she said with a smirk.
"That's not…" Troy mumbled to himself as he continued unpacking.
Gabby reached for another frame. It was her and Troy, on the beach right after they got married in City Hall. Gabby and Troy had their arms wrapped around each other and bright smiles. She was in a simple white dress and Troy was in a dress pants and a tie, standing near a beautiful garden.
"Good times," Troy said, over her shoulder.
Gabby turned to Troy, their faces were an inch and a half away from each other. She stared into his navy eyes, mesmerized, but she quickly turned away. "Uh, yeah. I can't believe you still kept it, after all those years."
Troy smirked to himself and continued unpacking his clothes into the closet. "Yeah, you were the one, right?"
Gabriella couldn't help but blush, he was too charming, too sweet, too lovable, too perfect to be hers.
"Thanks, Troy, I really appreciate it." Gabriella smiled as they sat on the tiny couch in the nursery. She had just finished giving Natalie her diaper change.
"No problem," Troy smiled as he tidied up.
"You're okay with this…moving in here?"
Troy shrugged as he carried Chris. "Yeah, I guess, are you?"
Gabriella shrugged back. "At first I was a little uncomfortable…but now, it seems to have it's benefits." She said with a smile.
Troy laughed. "Yeah, I guess. They don't…ask about me?"
Gabriella made a quizzical look. "The kids? Troy, the can't speak English properly, the only ask for food and Barney."
Troy smiled. "Yeah, how am I gonna tell my dad?"
"You just say, 'Dad, when Gabriella and I were married we…' um, we can't say that…" Gabriella said, biting her lip.
Troy laughed as Chris began to play with his jacket. "Yeah, my mom would love to here that."
Gabriella smiled back. "Just say, 'Dad, when Gabriella and I were married, she was pregnant and didn't tell me and we have kids…and their adorably cute?'"
Troy smiled and held his neck. "That would totally win my mom over."
"I know," she smirked.
Then the doorbell rang.
"Troy?" Gabriella begged as she handed him Natalie.
"Yeah, yeah." He said, as he left the room. He jogged down the stairs with the kids in hand and opened the door, with the guy from the bathroom at McDonalds before him.
"Twins?" he asked, questionably.
Troy chuckled. "Cute, huh? What's up man?" he said, shaking his hand.
"I'm Tyler." He said with a charming smile.
"Troy," he said. "Come in," he said.
Tyler smiled as he stepped into the house. Troy gestured to take a seat on the couch. Tyler say down on one couch and Troy sat on the other and the two guys just look at each other as the twins look around oddly.
"Um…so how do you know Gabriella?" Tyler asked, pushing his soft blonde hair back.
Troy, feeling a little intimidated, gave a little nod. "We used to be married."
Tyler raised an eyebrow and let out a little chuckle.
"No, really, we used to be married. These are our kids,"
Tyler nodded understandingly. "Wait…she's married?"
"No, we kind of got separated…"
Tyler nodded again. "Oh, okay. Yeah, that's cool."
Gabriella walked down the stairs in a soft peach dress. Her hair was in their original bouncy girls and somehow, she looked better then Troy remembered. Both of them stood up, mesmerized by her smile, her soft glare, her presence.
"You look…great, Gabs." Troy said, softly.
"Thanks," Gabriella smiled as she walked to Tyler. "I'm Gabriella."
"You look lovely, I'm Tyler."
Gabriella's face light up when she shook his hand and Troy felt the jealousy inside him bubble. Wait, I don't like her…I…love her?
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