"Alexander Ryan!"

Chad looked at Zander for a few seconds. "What did you do, Buddy?"

"I no know," Zander said.

"Where's Zander!" Sharpay shouted.

"He's with me," Chad called.

Sharpay walked into the living room, holding a bottle and the bottle nipple in each hand. "How on earth did you manage to get the nipple off of this bottle, and why did you dump it on Mommy's bed?"

"I no know," Zander said.

"Zander, you know better than to do stuff like that, you are a big boy. Next time you do it, you get a time out."

"No, no time out."

"Yes, time out."

"No!"

"You shouldn't have poured your bottle on Mom's bed, Buddy," Chad said. "Dump it in the bath or the toilet next time."

"He doesn't need to pour it anywhere. If he's done with it, he needs to bring it to me. I mean it, Zander, don't do it again or you'll be in even more trouble," Sharpay said.

"No, I no twubble," Zander said with a sob.

Sharpay sighed and she put the bottle and nipple on the table and she picked Zander up, running her hand over his back. "Don't cry…"

"I no twubble."

"You're not in trouble right now, but next time, you will be," she said, kissing his head. "You wanna see the babies? Mommy has a doctor appointment today, and Peyton's coming in for Thanksgiving. Uncle Ryan and Auntie Kelsi will be here, and Aunt Taylor too. You get to see Grandma and Grandpa, and Nana and Papa are coming in, too."

"I see Gamma Gampa?"

"Yeah. They're coming over for dinner in a few days. Peytin's gonna be here today. He's been really excited to meet you."

"Otay."

"Okay. You can come with me and Peytin to see the babies, then, okay?"

"I see babies."

"Yeah. Uncle Chad, that means you can go home now," Sharpay said, looking at Chad.

"What, you're kicking me out?" Chad asked.

"Well, Taylor's home. You can always go bond with her."

"I told her about your sex dream."

"Why would you do that?"

"She laughed."

"Because it's so ridiculous?"

"Because I'm not good enough to give anybody a screaming orgasm, even in a dream."

Sharpay smiled, watching Peyton and Zander 'wrestle' with each other. She chuckled to herself and she grabbed the mail that was on the coffee table, sifting through it before eyeing an envelope addressed to her. She raised an eyebrow and opened it, taking out a small piece of paper that had a phone number written on it. She furrowed her brow and looked at Peyton for a few seconds.

"I'll be back," she said. "I have to make a phone call."

"Okay," Peyton said.

Sharpay stood up and she made her way upstairs to her room, closing the door behind her. She sat on her bed and grabbed her phone out of her pocket. She dialed the number on the paper and sighed, waiting for someone to pick up.

"Hello?"

Sharpay froze. Why was that voice so familiar? It was almost like… No, it couldn't be.

"Hello? Is anyone there?"

"I… I'm sorry, I just got a letter saying to call this number… I have no clue what I'm supposed to be doing, or anything. I'm just really confused," Sharpay said.

"…Who sent it?"

"It doesn't say. There's no return address."

"Oh. Well, I'm Gabriella Bolton, does that ring any bells?"

Sharpay's eyes widened and she gasped lightly, holding her stomach. "…Oh, my god…" she whispered.

"…Is there something wrong? Who is this?"

"…Sharpay."

There was a silence.

"Is this really Gabriella? Gabriella Montez?" Sharpay asked.

"Yes, that's my maiden name…"

"If this is Gabriella, you have a lot to explain. If this isn't, then you are a really sick fucking person," she snapped.

"What is all of this about?"

"It's me! Sharpay! Evans! You staged your death and left your fucking son with me!"

"…Sharpay…"

"What the fuck is wrong with you! Why would you stage a suicide!"

"Sharpay, please…"

"No! What the fuck were you thinking!"

"I don't… Please, Sharpay, let me explain…"

"Where are you?"

"I'm at home…"

"Which home, Montez?"

"My mom's."

"She knew? She knew and she didn't tell me!"

"Sharpay, nobody knows but my mom…"

Sharpay's eyes filled with tears, and she let out an angry grunt. "What about Troy? Where is he?"

"He's dead, Sharpay…"

"How the fuck did you manage to fake your death?"

"It's a long story."

"Come to my house. Now. We're talking about this."

"Sharpay…"

"Now!"

Sharpay hung up and she let out a sob, running her hands over her face. She'd always hated Gabriella, but now she hated her enough to kill her herself.

Sharpay opened her front door, staring at Gabriella with a cold glare. "You have some nerve, Montez," she muttered.

"I know…" Gabriella said.

Sharpay motioned for Gabriella to follow her, and she stopped in the doorway of the living room. "Watch him. I have something to do," she said, looking at Peyton.

"Mama," Zander said, running over to Sharpay.

Sharpay picked him up and kissed his cheek lightly. "What, buddy?"

"I doh wif Mama."

"No, you stay with Daddy. Mommy's just gonna be in her room, okay? I'm not going anywhere."

"I doh, too."

"No. You can't this time, buddy. I have Mommy things to do."

"Who dat?" Zander asked, pointing to Gabriella.

Sharpay looked at Gabriella for a few seconds. She saw the tears fill her eyes, and even she herself was confused at how Zander couldn't recognize his own mother. Then again, he hadn't seen her in a long time.

"…She's…" Sharpay froze. She didn't know what to call Gabriella. "Look, go play with Daddy," she said, putting Zander down.

"Mama be back?"

"Yes, Honey, I will be back. You can talk to the babies later if you go play with Daddy."

"I see babies?"

"Yeah, I'll show you their picture."

"Otay, I doh pway."

"You do that. Kick Daddy's butt in wrestling, okay? Peyton. Don't break any bones on that boy, I have no insurance for him yet."

"Whose fault is that?" Peyton said. He groaned when Zander jumped on him, and he gasped to breathe.

Sharpay laughed. "Good job, Zander. Be nice, though. No more jumping. You'll hurt Daddy."

"I no dump," Zander said.

Sharpay looked at Gabriella for a few seconds before motioning for her to follow her again.

"…He looks great, Sharpay," Gabriella said.

"Yeah, I know," Sharpay said, leading Gabriella up the stairs.

"…Where does he sleep?"

"He has his own room, but he usually ends up in bed with me. Little sneak keeps climbing out of his crib."

"Maybe you should get him a toddler bed."

"Maybe you should let me raise my kid my own damn way."

Sharpay knew she hurt Gabriella when she said that. She had every right to be hurt. Sharpay had every right to say what she did, though. He wasn't Gabriella's son anymore, he was hers, and that wouldn't change.

"…I'm sorry…" Gabriella said.

"Good."

"…Can I see his bedroom?"

"It's just a room."

"Please?"

Sharpay let out a small breath and walked towards Zander's bedroom. She opened the door and walked in, standing by his crib.

Gabriella felt her eyes fill with tears. She saw basketballs every where. The crib bedding. The wallpaper. A stuffed basketball was in his crib. She walked over to his dresser, and she noticed a picture. Staring at it, she realized that it was a picture of her and Troy. She covered her mouth, and picked the picture up, running her hand over it.

"…I miss him…" Gabriella said.

"Who?"

"Well, both of them…"

"Who do you miss more?"

Sharpay watched Gabriella for a few seconds. She knew she couldn't answer that. It wasn't fair that she asked that.

"…Zander," Gabriella said. "I miss nursing him… I miss giving him baths… I miss cuddling with him, and reading with him…"

"You still nursed him?"

"Yeah. I was weening him from it, but… It was just easier."

"So, that's why he's been getting handsy with me…"

Gabriella laughed. "It means he's hungry. I know it'll be weird, but it'll comfort him. It'll give you a little heads up for when those two get here," she said, nodding to Sharpay's stomach.

Sharpay looked down and put her hand on her stomach. "…Oh, god, nursing three kids at once. That's gonna suck ass. My boobs are gonna be dependent on them."

"Don't do it all the time, then. He doesn't have to depend on you nursing him. It's just a comfort thing."

"Yeah?"

"There's a lot to learn before you become a mother, Sharpay."

"I am a mother. I'm a mother of a very happy, healthy little boy that was abruptly stood up by his own parents. It's a damn good thing he adjusted to me so fast, because I honestly don't know what I would have done if he was as attached to you as you think he was."

"He was, Sharpay."

"Really? He's been calling me Mama since you suppsedly killed yourself. You saw him downstairs. He doesn't even know who you are. He doesn't remember you, and I thank God every day that he doesn't remember you, because you aren't someone I want my son remembering or knowing as his mother, or even a relative."

Gabriella stayed silent and she put the picture back on the dresser. "I guess I deserved that…"

"You did."

"…Look, can't we just talk? I don't want to fight…"

"Oh, trust me, there will be fighting," Sharpay said, leaving the room. She waited until Gabriella caught up with her in her bedroom before closing the door. "Look, I don't want to be buddies with you, I don't want anything to do with you. What you did to Zander, what you did to me, you should wish you'd actually killed yourself."

"I didn't do anything to you."

"Yes, you did. I thought you were dead, Gabriella. When I finally came to the reality that I'd be taking care of a baby, the only thing I thought about was that I wished you'd been here for me to tell me how to handle him. I actually wanted you alive to be my friend so I could run to you when I needed help with him," Sharpay said as her voice cracked.

"I'm sorry…"

"You should be! It scared me to death when that police officer told me you were dead! I actually cried for you! I hated you for dumping your kid on me, and I hated you for taking Troy down with you, but I missed you! For the first time in my life, I actually thought of you as a friend!"

"You did?"

"Yeah, did. Not anymore," she said, sitting on her bed. She stayed silent for a few seconds, before letting out a breath. "How'd you fool the police?"

"There was this girl when we got out of the car. She had a gun. I guess she thought Troy was someone else. She shot him, and she started coming after me but I took the gun from her, so she got me on the ground and started choking me, so I shot her in the head… And then I put the gun in her hand and planted my wallet on her."

"Okay, but this was just some random girl? How did the police not figure out that girl wasn't you?"

"Her face was pretty mangled."

"What did you do to her, stomp on her face?"

"…Maybe."

"That's pretty fucked."

"She killed my husband. That's fucked."

Sharpay nodded and she let tears slide down her cheeks. "…Why did you make me Zander's godmother?"

"Because I knew I could trust you with him."

"I know nothing about kids."

"You're learning."

"Still…"

"I chose you, because… I wasn't doing my job as a mother. I left him with you because, even though I knew you weren't prepared, you were going to do the best you could because you wanted people to know you're the best mother in the world, and trust me, you are."

"No, I'm not…"

"Yeah. You are. I saw the way he looked at you downstairs. He never looked at me like that. He was excited to see you, and you've been home with him all morning. He really loves you."

"You think so? …Sometimes he's just so… stubborn. It makes me think he doesn't want me."

"Well, maybe at the time he doesn't want you, but he does love you. It's hard to ignore. He's a lover."

"Okay, he's one, you can't call him a lover, that's just wrong."

Gabriella laughed a little. "Okay, he loves his mommy… And that's you."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah… Look, I better go. I didn't tell my mom where I was going, she's probably worried. We can talk again some other time if you want to… Or need to," she said, walking towards the door.

"Gabriella?"

"Yeah?"

"…Thank you."

"For what?"

"Trusting me with Zander. I think if he wasn't with me, I'd probably be beating myself up with stress. It's cheesy, but he's really the best thing that's come alone in my life. It wouldn't have happened if it weren't for you, so thank you."

Gabriella smiled. "You're welcome, Sharpay."