"Oh, fuck…" she whispered, rocking her hips with his. "Mm…"
"I thought you weren't good at keeping up," he said.
"I lied."
His hips slammed against hers, and she raised hers up to meet his.
"I'm so close…" she said as he pushed into her even deeper. "Oh, god…"
Her body shuddered a bit and she let out a screaming moan, digging her nails into his back and moving her hips to ride out her orgasm. "Fuck! Chad… Ugh, god…"
"Shar…"
Sharpay gasped, sitting up in bed. She breathed heavily, biting her lip. That dream was way too real. She could actually feel herself throbbing. She really wished Peyton was here right now. At least he would have been able to cure her arousal. She could do it herself, but there was no way she was masturbating with her son sleeping right next to her.
Did she just think of him as her son? Hers? Not Troy and Gabriella's?
She looked over to her left and smiled, seeing the sixteen-month-old happily sucking his thumb and snoring lightly. She looked towards the window and saw the light shining through. At least she wouldn't have to worry about trying to get back to sleep after that dream. She looked at the clock. 6:45, holy crap. I never sleep in this late, she thought.
Sharpay got out of bed and she let out a grunt, putting her hand on her stomach. "You two stop that right now. I just woke up, can't you give me a pee break at least?"
She'd finally gotten her ultrasound done about two weeks ago, like she'd promised Taylor and Chad. She was four and a half months along. Her doctor gave her prenatal vitamins. They were the biggest horse pills she'd ever seen. Every time she takes them, she gags. As far as the doctor can tell, she's having a little girl and a little boy. She'd always wanted unisex twins. She and Ryan always wanted to compare their kids to themselves.
Damn it, I forgot to call him yesterday, she cursed to herself. After using the restroom and getting dressed, she picked her cell phone up and scrolled through her phone to find Ryan's number. She held the phone to her ear as she laid down on her bed and she poked her stomach lightly, laughing when she felt all four feet pounding against her.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Ry."
"Hey. What happened to calling me yesterday?"
"I forgot. I'm sorry. How's Kelsi? How's my niece?"
"Kelsi's great, Sharla's loud and demanding."
"Aw… I've taught her so well."
"What about my niece and nephews?"
"Zander's sleeping. Tyler and Mikayla are kicking up a storm, but I guess that's because I keep poking them."
"That's mean."
"Mama…" Zander said.
"Morning, Baby. Are you wet?"
"No…"
"Who's that?" Ryan asked.
"It's just Zander," she said, feeling Zander's diaper. "Alright, buddy, a whole night without wetting your diaper. I think it's time for potty training."
"No," Zander said, cuddling up to Sharpay.
Sharpay chuckled and she ran her hand over Zander's back. "I think I'm really getting the hang of this whole mommy thing, Ry…"
"I knew you would. It just means you'll be a great mother to the twins," Ryan said.
"I just hope they're as cooperative as Zander. Oh! The lady from Social Services called me a few weeks ago. His name is Alexander Ryan Bolton. I'm gonna change his last name to Evans, though."
"That's nice. Is he adjusting okay?"
"Yeah. He has his moments, but other than that, he's an angel."
"Baby," Zander said, patting Sharpay's stomach.
"Yeah, there's babies in Mommy's tummy."
"I talk?"
"Yeah," she said, putting Ryan on speaker. "Talk."
"Hi, phone!" Zander said, waving to the phone.
"Hi, buddy, how are you doing?" Ryan asked.
Zander gasped. "Mama, phone talk!"
"Yeah, I heard. That's your Uncle Ryan. Can you say 'Hi, Uncle Ryan'?" Sharpay said.
"Hi, Untle Wyan."
"Hi, Zander. Are you being good for Mommy?" Ryan asked.
"Yeah, I be dood. Mama, I see babies?"
"I'll show you the pictures in a little bit," Sharpay said.
"Alright Shar, I gotta go. Sharla's crying. I'll call you later this week. Give everyone a hug for me," Ryan said.
"Okay. I love you."
"Love you, too."
Sharpay hung up and she ran her hand through Zander's hair. "Mommy's gonna go make breakfast. What do you want?"
"Tandy," Zander said.
"Uh, no. It's too early for candy, young man."
"No tandy?"
"No candy."
"Pantates."
"Pancakes sound good right about now. Let's go make some," she said, getting up from the bed and placing Zander on her hip. "What else should we do with our pancakes? What would be yummy?"
"Tandy."
Sharpay let out a small breath, straightening up in her chair to crack her back. Ah, that's better… she thought. She looked at the papers in front of her and mentally groaned, hating herself for the assignment. She told her class she wanted them to write their own songs, to base it off of their lives, then choose a recorded song that was the inspiration for it, and write a five-paragraph essay on why they chose it. She'd gotten done with four so far. The first two essays were front and back, the third one was just the right amount and the fourth one was two whole pages, front and back. She admired that her students had so much to write, but her eyes were killing her. The good thing was, all four of those students got A's on the assignment.
She didn't give her students a deadline, she told them to get it done as soon as possible and hand it in to her. She was a pretty easy going teacher. She never gave deadlines unless they were performing a song. She gave them a month to get ready and to learn it really well. That's more time than most, but she likes it when her students are nearly perfect in their performances.
As the bell rang, she gave out a small sigh and stood up from her chair as Jordan walked up to her. "Sharpay, I lost my paper," he said.
"You can re-write it, can't you?" she asked.
"Yeah, but it won't mean as much."
"Well, re-write it and if you find it, give it to me."
"You're not supposed to tell your students to give it to you. It's sexual hairment," Bradley said.
Sharpay stared at Bradley for a few seconds and blinked. "It's sexual harassment, Bradley. Get out of my class. Now."
"Why?"
"Go, or I'll make you sing a Broadway song."
Sharpay sighed as Bradley left, and she looked at Jordan. "Look, talk to me at home. My kids are using my bladder as a trampoline."
"See ya. Hope you actually make it this time," Jordan said, kissing her cheek before leaving the room.
"Yeah. Me, too."
Now that the school day was over, Sharpay was happy to finally be able to go home. She had a pit stop to make at the gymnasium, to talk to Jack Bolton about Zander.
Walking into the gym, she was passed by a few of her students, almost losing her balance before she was caught.
"Sorry about that, Miss Evans. You alright?"
Sharpay smiled and nodded. "Yep. Thanks, Jimmy."
"You can always call me Rocket Man."
"…Thanks again, Jimmy. Let me go."
"Right. Sorry."
Sharpay walked over to Jack, and she tapped his shoulder.
"Yes, Tiara, what do you want this time?" Jack asked, not bothering to turn around.
Sharpay raised an eyebrow and she walking in front of him. "It's Sharpay."
Jack looked up from a clipboard and smiled, giving her a hug. "Hey, kiddo, how's it going?"
"Good. I just have some papers from the social worker about Zander that I thought you and Lisa might want," she said, handing him an envelope.
"Oh, what's in it?"
"Just official stuff. You know, a copy of his birth certificate, all of his medical history, Troy and Gabriella's backgrounds, a statement that he's under my custody. Just stuff like that."
"Okay. I'll have a look at it. How's he doing?"
"He's great. I have a meeting with the social worker next week, so I'm putting in a request form that you and Lisa, and Gabriella's mother are also co-guardians, just in case something happens to me or Peyton."
"I doubt anything will happen to the two of you."
"That's what we thought about Troy and Gabriella…"
Jack nodded and stayed quiet for a few seconds. "Yeah… I know, kiddo. How are the new kids on the block?" he asked, putting his hand on Sharpay's stomach.
"Rough. I'm constantly kicked or punched. One sleeps, the other tortures me, and it goes on and on like that all damn day. I'm so ready to just pull them out myself."
"That'll hurt."
"That's the only thing that's stopping me. Oh, listen, I usually have Chad baby sit Zander when I'm at work or I have a meeting or something like that, but he and Taylor are going to be in the delivery room with me and Peyton. I was wondering if you'd keep an eye on him? You and Lisa are more than welcome to come up to the hospital, but I'd still need someone watching Zander."
"I'll talk to Lisa about it, I'm sure she wouldn't mind it. She's been missing the little guy."
"I know, I can imagine. Chad's barbequing tonight, do you guys wanna come over? It'll give you a chance to see Zander."
"I'll see if she's up to it. I'll be there, though."
"Is she still… y'know, depressed?"
Jack nodded. "Yeah… I think she's taking it harder than anybody."
"Well, she was his mother."
"I was his father. I'm not still like that."
"No offense, Jack, but she carried him for nine months. She had that bonding time, she literally tore open her body giving birth to him, and she nursed him day and night, even through his teething stage. Mothers always go through more. It's actually a statistic. Mothers grieve the loss of a child longer and worse than fathers."
"I know. I just feel bad that I can't help her."
"You can."
"How?"
"Love her. Show her. Tell her. Prove it. Take her out to dinner, cuddle with her on the couch, let her pick what you guys do. It'll make her feel included and important, and she'll realize that you need her as much as she needs you. Talk to her. Maybe if you talk about how much like her Troy was and how much he looked up to her. Make her feel like he's still looking up to her as an example. Make her realize that to keep Troy happy, she has to be happy too."
Jack looked at Sharpay for a few seconds and he hugged her again, kissing her head. "Why couldn't you be our daughter? You really come in handy at times."
Sharpay giggled. "I know."
"Chad? Where are you?" Sharpay called out, closing the front door behind her.
"Living room," Chad called back.
Sharpay hung up her purse and she walked to the living room, sitting down on the couch next to him.
"How was your day?" Chad asked.
"It was good. My morning was quite interesting," she said. "Where's Zander?"
"Taking a nap. Interesting, huh? How so?"
"I had a dream."
"A dream? Of what?"
"Me and you."
"Yeah? Were we hot and heavy in bed? Oh, wait, we were in a hot tub, huh? Ooh, maybe the Lava Springs pool? Or the kitchen. I've always wanted to have sex in a kitchen."
Sharpay raised an eyebrow, staring at him for a few seconds. "The hot tub sounds romantic, but a kitchen? Really?"
"Hey, we all have our fantasies. What was your dream about?"
"Well, us, like I said."
"Uh huh, and what were we doing?"
"We were fucking like crazy."
Chad looked at Sharpay. "That's not funny."
Sharpay laughed. "I'm serious, dude. We had the sexiest, most wild, roughest, fastest, hottest sex ever. And then I woke up. And I still felt like I'd just gotten over my orgasm. Let me tell you, it was the best fake sex of my life, so thank you, Chad Danforth, for fake rocking my world."
"I finally nailed the popular girl."