After getting all of Zander's legal work sorted out, Gabriella started watching him during the school hours. It had been a month of that arrangement, and it was still going pretty well. Right now, it was three-thirty, but Sharpay called Gabriella to let her know she had a few students to talk to, so she'd be by to pick Zander up at about four or so.

"Gab!"

Gabriella looked up from her book and she smiled when Zander ran over to her, with a toy cell phone in his hand. "What?" she asked.

"Talk."

"Who is it?" she asked, taking the phone from him and putting the phone to her ear. "Hello?"

"Babies!"

"You're right, it's your brother and sister. Hello, Tyler and Mikayla, how are you today? Yeah? Yeah, I think your big brother is very handsome. Do you wanna talk to him? Okay, here you go," she said, handing the phone to Zander. "The babies wanna talk to you."

"I talk to babies?"

"Yeah, you go talk to them. Mommy's going to be here to pick you up in a little bit and then you can talk to them at home, too. Go talk."

Gabriella watched Zander walk back over to the toy box in the corner of the room, and she looked at her mother, Maria as she came into the room and sat on the couch next to her. "Hi, Mama," she said.

"Hi. How's your arrangement going?" Maria asked.

"It's great. I get to see him almost all day every day. I wouldn't have it any other way."

"Except having him with you permanently."

"Mama…"

"What? Gabby, this is your son. You should have custody of him."

"I lost my rights when I decided to pretend I was dead. I'm happy with this arrangement. I'm fine with it."

"But, I'm not. This is my grandson, and I don't want some stranger raising him."

"Mama, Sharpay is not a stranger. She's a really good friend of mine and Troy's."

"I've never met her."

"I tried inviting her over for dinner plenty of times, and you keep saying no."

"Well, can you blame me? She's rude to you."

"No she's not!" Gabriella said, standing up from the couch.

"You were always complaining about her in high school."

"Yeah, high school. We aren't in high school anymore. We're adults. I'm not having this conversation with you right now. Not with Zander in the room," she said, walking over to Zander and picking him up. "You wanna go play outside? Aunt Gabby will push you in the swing."

"Why are you calling yourself his aunt?" Maria asked.

"Because I'm not his mother anymore. His mother is Sharpay. End of discussion."

"I swing, Gab," Zander said.

Gabriella walked out of the living room and she walked out the front door, over to the baby swing that hung in the tree in the front yard. She got Zander in the swing and locked the guard into place before swinging him lightly.

"Up," Zander said.

"We can't go too high, you'll get scared again," Gabriella said, pushing the swing a little harder.

"No, I no scared."

"We aren't going any higher, you're fine with how high you are right now."

"No, up!"

"No, Zander, you're fine."

"Up!"

"Stop. Now."

Zander let out a scream and he started sobbing, only resulting in Gabriella stopping the swing and taking him out. "Okay, we're going in," she said, resting him on her hip.

"No in! I stay out!"

"You need to calm down. Stop it right now," she said, walking up to the porch and sitting on the bench swing.

"I stay out!"

"We're staying outside. Calm down, you're fine."

"Mama!"

"Mommy will be here soon, Honey, just calm down," she said, kissing his head. "You're hot, you need to calm down."

"I want Mama!"

"You're okay, calm down," Gabriella said, laying Zander down and swinging gently back and forth.

Gabriella watched Zander cry for a few seconds, and she let out a small breath as tears filled her eyes. Getting him to calm down had never been this hard. When his cries got louder, she bit her lip, sighing lightly, and she unbuttoned her shirt before unclipping her bra and getting Zander positioned to her breast.

The second he started sucking on her, his cries stopped and he calmed down instantly. She looked up when she heard a car pull up and she looked back down at Zander when she saw that it was Sharpay.

Sharpay shut her car off and got out, shutting and locking her door. She looked up to the porch and a small smile came to her face as she walked up the lawn and porch, and sat next to Gabriella, watching Zander for a few seconds.

"Is he okay?" Sharpay asked.

"I don't know. He freaked out when I said he didn't need to be swung any higher, and I noticed he was warm," Gabriella said.

Sharpay felt his forehead for a few seconds. "He was warm last night, too. I'm gonna call and get an appointment for him. It's probably just teething, but I'd rather be safe than sorry."

"He always got a fever when he was teething. He could be going through a growth spurt. If he starts playing with his legs a lot when he's throwing a fit, he just needs to get in the bath tub. The water helps."

"I'll keep that in mind."

"How'd today go?"

Sharpay sighed, running her hand through her hair. "Would have been better if I hadn't been going to the bathroom every twenty minutes to throw up."

"That could be a sign of labor, Sharpay. I got really sick a few days before I went into labor with Zander."

"I'm only seven months along."

"I was only eight."

"That's not seven."

"Early labor is early labor. You shoulld get it checked out."

"I know… I keep forgetting you went through this. For some reason, my brain has itself thinking that I gave birth to Zander and I never went through the things I'm going through right now."

Gabriella laughed a little. "You'll be used to it the next time you get pregnant."

"Who says there's going to be a next time? I've got two kids in here, Peyton should be lucky I'm even letting him touch me, let alone having sex after birth."

"Gabby, your phone was ringing," Maria said, walking out onto the porch.

"It's okay, Mama, I'll call them back later."

"I didn't realize you had company."

"Oh, this is Sharpay. Zander's mother. Sharpay, this is my mom."

"It's very nice to meet you, Mrs. Montez," Sharpay said, standing up and shaking hands with Maria. "I can't believe we haven't met until today."

"Yes, well, I have work. I got the day off today," Maria said before looking at Gabriella. "Gabby, you shouldn't be nursing someone else's baby."

"Oh, it's fine. If it calms him down, it doesn't matter to me."

"Just as well… It was nice meeting you, Sharpay, but I have to get dinner finished. You and Zander are welcome to stay if you want."

"Oh, thank you but my boyfriend is in town. We're trying to spend as much time together as possible before he has to leave for school again."

"Alright. Maybe some other time."

Gabriella sighed when Maria walked inside and shut the door, and she carefully took Zander away from her breast when she noticed he was asleep. "I'm sorry about her," she said, fixing her bra and shirt.

"It's fine," Sharpay said. "I know how moms are. I have one, too."

"Yeah, but not mine," she said, standing up and laying Zander over her shoulder. "He's asleep. I think you're safe from a tantrum until you get home."

"Thank you. Can you get him in his car seat? I had a hell of a time trying this morning."

"Sure. You know, you can blame Peyton. He got you pregnant with twins. That must suck big time," she said, following Sharpay to her car.

"I'm the one that carries the twins gene, he just got me pregnant."

"Still the same. It wasn't your fault your egg split."

"Actually, it didn't. Two got fertilized. They're fraternal twins. They're in their own sack."

"Nifty. I hope I never get twins. I'd go nuts," Gabriella said, getting Zander into his car seat. "There you go, buddy…" she said, putting a stuffed animal in his lap. "He's all set," she said, closing the back door. She looked at Sharpay for a few seconds, who was leaning against the car, taking slow breaths. "Sharpay."

"I'm fine," Sharpay said, standing up. "I'm good. It's over."

"What's over?"

"…Nothing."

"Sharpay, you're in labor! I told you earlier that's what it was!"

"I'm not in labor, I just got a cramp."

"Yeah, it's called a contraction. Sharpay, you can't drive home."

"I'm two blocks away. I'll go home, I'll tell Peyton and he can take me to the hospital. I'm not in labor, I'm okay."

"You are in labor. I went through this too, you know. This is dangerous for the babies, Sharpay, you're only seven months along. They aren't developed, they can get hurt by this."

"I'm fine."

"No you're not."

"I am. I'll get home and I'll let Peyton know. I'll be okay."

"You better tell him."

"I will. I promise. Good bye," Sharpay said, getting into her car.

Chad walked into Sharpay's house, closing the door behind him. He'd gotten a call from her saying she needed him to come over as soon as possible because Peyton wasn't home. She'd sounded worried on the phone, so he came over right away to see if she was alright.

"Sharpay?" he called out. "Where are you?"

"My room, hurry!" Sharpay shouted.

Chad ran upstairs to Sharpay's room, and he saw her sitting on her bed with her hand on her lower stomach, tears running down her cheeks and her underwear no where to be seen. "What's going on? What's wrong?"

"I thought I just had to pee, and my water broke. I can feel one of the babies, Chad, I can't get to the hospital on time. Please tell me Taylor's in town this weekend."

"She is, she is. She's at my house, I'll call her," he said, getting his phone out of his pocket.

Sharpay got her own phone from the nightstand and she dialed Gabriella's number, not even waiting for her to answer when she picked up. "Get over here. I'm in labor," she said.

"I told you! I'm on my way, I'll take you to the hospital," Gabriella said.

"I'm not gonna make it to the hospital. Chad's calling Taylor right now."

"I'll call an ambulance, then."

"No, it's okay. Taylor's my midwife. She was put through training. Just get over here."

"On my way."

Sharpay hung her phone up and put it back on the nightstand, just as Chad hung his own phone up.

"Okay, she'll be over in two minutes. She's getting her birthing kit together. Where's Peyton?" Chad asked.

"He took Zander to McDonalds. I didn't feel good so I told him to take him anyway."

"How long ago did they leave?"

"About an hour ago."

"He should be home soon, then. Taylor says you need to be laying down and propped up."

"How the hell to you lay down and sit up at the same time?"

"Beats me, ask her. She's the genius."

Chad helped Sharpay get laid down on the bed, and he sat at the end of it between her legs. "Oh man, Shar, one of the babies is already crowning, you should see this."

"Does it look like I have an elongated neck, Chad?" Sharpay snapped.

"Chad, where are you!" Taylor shouted from downstairs.

"In Sharpay's room! She's crowning!"

Taylor got into the room and she looked at Sharpay and the Chad, before setting up her kit on the bed. "What stupid thing did you say to her?" she asked.

"He told me I should see what's happening," Sharpay said.

"She's not a contortionist, Chad."

"That's what I said."

"Do you want to see what's going on?"

"Not if it's gross."

"It's beautiful, your baby has a pretty little head," Taylor said, getting a round mirror and holding it by Sharpay's legs. "Can you see?"

Sharpay smiled. "Aw…"

"Alright, who else is coming?"

"Gabriella's on her way over. Will you suffice with her in the room?"

"I'm a mature adult, I assure you I won't start any unnecessary drama."

"Okay."

"Chad, get up there behind her so she's propped up."

"Sharpay!" Gabriella shouted.

"My room!" Sharpay said.

"Are you okay? I told you earlier you were in labor, did you listen to me? Hell no," Gabriella said as she walked into the room. "Where's Peyton?"

"He should be home soon, he took Zander out to eat," she said as a door closed. "That's him."

"I'll go get him," she said, running out of the room.

"Okay Sharpay, take a deep breath and push," Taylor said.

"But, Peyton's not in here yet," Sharpay said.

"I know, but we need to get these babies out as fast as we can so we can get them checked out. He's not going to miss it, it's still going to take a little bit."

"He won't miss it?"

"He's just downstairs. Push."

Sharpay grabbed Chad's hand when he held it up for her, and she took a deep breath, pushing.

"You're doing good. Keep going," Taylor said.

"My bedding is going to have to be burned after this…" Sharpay said before pushing again.

"You can buy new ones."

"Sharpay! Why didn't you call me?" Peyton asked, rushing into the room with Gabriella behind him, holding Zander.

"Because I figured you were on your way back. My water broke fifteen minutes ago, I thought I'd be okay, but I was already crowning when Chad got here," Sharpay said. "Hand. Here. Now."

Peyton walked over to the bed and he knelt on the floor, taking the hand Chad wasn't holding.

"Do you want me to put him in his room or anything?" Gabriella asked.

"No, he's fine," Sharpay said.

"Push," Taylor said.

Sharpay pushed again, and she whined, before letting out a rack of sobs and leaning her head back against Chad.

"It's a girl," Taylor said, laying the baby on a towel. "Gabriella, you know how to use an aspirator?"

"Yeah," Gabriella said.

"Get everything out of her nose and mouth and swaddle her the best you can, it doesn't have to be perfect, just get her warm."

As Gabriella put Zander down and did what she was instructed, Sharpay let out a cry.

"Mama," Zander said.

"Mommy's okay. Look, your sister's here," Gabriella said, getting the baby wrapped up in the towel.

"Baby?"

"Yeah, she's right here."

"I see baby!"

"Push, Sharpay," Taylor said.

Sharpay took a breath and pushed, leaning up a little. She let out a grunt sounding scream before letting out a breath.

"This baby's bigger than the other one, Sharpay, you have to push harder."

Sharpay pushed again a little harder and she let out a rack of sobs.

"Mama cry…" Zander said as his bottom lip quivered.

"No, no, don't cry. Mommy's fine, Zander," Gabriella said.

"Mama cry!"

"Mommy's having the other baby, she's gonna be okay in a minute. She's okay."

"Okay Sharpy, I want you to push and really bare down, okay?" Taylor said.

"What the fuck does that mean?" Sharpay said.

"Give it your all. Push as hard as possible."

"Now?"

"Push."

Sharpay took a deep breath and she leaned forward, squeezing Chad and Peyton's hands, pushing as hard as she could.

"You're doing great, Babe, keep it up," Peyton said, kissing her cheek.

"Don't kiss me! That's what got me pregnant!"

"Sharpay, keep pushing," Taylor said.

Sharpay pushed again and she let out a scream, letting out a rack of sobs.

"One more and he'll be here. Push as hard as you can."

Sharpay took a breath and she grunted, pushing as hard as she could, letting out another small scream when the baby slid out.

"It's a boy," Taylor said, holding the baby up.

Sharpay laughed through a rack of sobs and she shared a kiss with Peyton.

"Can she have her?" Gabriella asked, picking Mikayla up.

"Yeah," Taylor said.

Sharpay smiled, looking at Mikayla when Gabriella handed her to her and she ran her finger over her cheek, kissing her head. "Hi there…" she whispered.

"She's beautiful," Peyton said, kissing Sharpay's head.

"God, I can't believe they're finally here…" she said as her voice cracked.

"He seems healthy. I don't hear any congestion or wheezing," Taylor said, wrapping Tyler up and handing him to Peyton. "I still want you to go to the hospital, though. Just to be safe. At least for the babies."

"Can't it wait? I just pushed two kids out of my body, and ruined my favorite bedding at the same time. I'm tired."

"You can rest for a little bit and take a shower to get cleaned up, but we are definitely going tonight."

"Fine…"

"Mama," Zander said.

"Come here, baby. You wanna see the babies?"

"Yeah, I see babies."

Gabriella lifted Zander up onto the bed. "They're gorgeous, Sharpay," she said. "Congratulations."

"Thanks…" Sharpay said.

"Baby," Zander hair, patting the towel on Mikayla.

"That's Mikayla. Can you say 'hi, Mikayla'?"

"Hi, Mitaywa, I Zanner."

"What are you to Mikayla and Tyler?"

"I big brover."

"You did it," Peyton whispered, kissing her head.

"I did it," Sharpay said with a nod. "…How are we gonna do this? How are we gonna take care of them, while I'm here and you're in New York?"

"We're not going to be apart for long. I only have four more months of school. Well get through it."

"How?"

"Baby steps."