A/N- I changed it all. Ugh, ugh, ugh... hopefully you'll like this once cuz I am really insecure about this!!! The emotions were too strong and I have no idea if I was able to put it all in words! Please say yeah, haha! Take care and behave! ;)

Disclaimer: I dont own HSM or Joshua Radin.

"I need to be bold,
Need to jump in the cold water,
Need to grow older with a girl like you,
Finally see you are naturally
The one to make it so easy.
When you show me the truth,
I'd rather be with you,
Say you want the same thing too."

ALBUQUERQUE, NEW MEXICO.
AUGUST 22, 2008.

"I was solving fucking problems, Kia. That's why I didn't answer the damn phone. No, no," he shook his head strongly, cussing under his breath as the woman back in NYC kept yelling fervently, "I am not angry. I was not angry till you called with that nonsense bullshit. Yeah, exactly Kia, I don't mind if you feel the need to talk to me every freaking second of your day. I don't want you calling me at the top of her lungs because you couldn't find me for a day. You are my employee. You don't tell the rules, I tell the rules" he growled the last part lowly, squeezing his eyes shut as she continued her speech, "Of course I will fire you if you talk to me like that again. Yes I am sure and I'm not being mean"

Troy Bolton knew the reason he was so mad was not Kia. He knew that not being polite and treating her bad was not the solution to resolve what he had with Gabriella. But the fact that she talked as if she owned his life was ridiculous and he for, what he planned to be the last time, had to tell her that. If she didn't understand calmly, he'd argue and cuss obviously. Everything to protect his almost inexistent freedom.

He cleared his throat, trying to calm himself or else he'd end up breaking another cell phone, "Fine I'm sorry as well. I'm just worried about something and you're right, it's not your fault. Hmm mm," he nodded his head slowly, "But never yell at me again. You are neither my mom nor my wife, so don't do that. And nope, we're not friends as well so I won't tell you what's going on with my life as long as I don't need you to do your job" he sighed tiredly, opening his eyes again, "Yes, goodnight Kia Uma"

Snapping his phone closed, he groaned darkly as he walked to the street and sat on the kerb, still mouthing a few low curses to himself. He had to use all his strength to recompose everytime he had an argument with Kia. There wasn't one person that he admitted screaming at him and the rules weren't going to change because of his fucking spoiled PR.

Troy squeezed the breath in and out of his lungs as he tried to normalize his breathing, his hand still trembling furiously around the silver and black mobile. He needed to calm down or he'd have a stroke at age 21. Releasing the air through his nostrils, he touched the phone to the ground, maybe a bit stronger than he wanted, but still managing to keep the device intact.

He hated the pressure people back home put on his shoulders. Troy felt like he was on the edge of losing his mind every fucking day and that was so frustrating. He detested knowing people like Kia could control him. The fact there were people in New York City that had to know everything about his life, where he was going, what he was thinking infuriated him. Troy was never one to like talking about his plans; he didn't feel like sharing what was on his mind with them. He was a man of his own and he wanted to preserve the mystery he always adored in his life.

"So much for being famous" he muttered to himself, shaking his head annoyed. Damn what happened to his life? When it all became this chaos? "Shit"

Distantly the sound of life could be heard in the wind blowing through the trees, the faint incessant talking coming from the houses' living room, as his neighbors shared dinner. He looked back at Ollie's former house that was not his father's, the lights illuminating the dinner room where they were probably talking and eating the delicious food his mother made. Troy wanted to be there, but his heart was breaking as he watched his family. Yes, he wanted things different from what he was living right now. He wanted his own family as well. He wanted to have dinner with Gabriella and Emerson every day and tell them how his day went. Troy wanted to sit on an arm chair and watch the two girls of his life interact, he just wanted to feel loved too.

And then Kia called and he excused himself from the table before he could get sick, using the opportunity of his PR calling to run away from the strange atmosphere he was envying so much now. Troy hated himself so much for never being able to express his feelings. He felt like crying, but there weren't one single tear rolling down his cheeks. All he could release was a suppressed groan as his face twisted with disgust.

"Damn" he massaged his forehead with the back of his hands, smacking his head slowly a couple of times, punishing himself for being so stupid with Gabriella three years ago. Yes, he knew he had fucked everything up, but yet he couldn't help but think she was overreacting. It was only a kiss. He never dated Sharpay after the incident, he never slept with her. He never said anything to Gabriella again; on the contrary, he ignored her existence. Why was she so mad at him than? Why was a kiss such of a big deal? Why it had to fuck his life so badly?

Troy closed his eyes, inhaling deeply. He stretched his neck and shoulders gently, rolling his shoulders back in an attempt to release the tension that was stationed there. Sighing deeply, he exhaled slowly and ran one hand through his untidy hair. He reopened his eyes and stared at the slightly wet and dark street. Damn, he felt lonely like never before and he hated the feeling.

"What's up Bolton?" he tilted his head to the side as he heard the familiar voice and looked back, moving his gaze up all the way so he could see the very tall person smirking at him. The sight of his best friend pleased Troy immensely and he immediately smiled a half-smile, "Nada"

"Bullshit" Jason laughed lightly, sitting down on the kerb beside Troy, "If you didn't go out tonight that's cuz something's bugging you"

He raised his eyebrows, studying the black haired man beside him as if it was the first time they saw each other in a long period. Jason still conserved the boyish grin from high school years, the same 'I don't give a shit' expression present on him from the first summer they became friends and ran from the police, invaded parties and drank the whole night. However Jason had changed, a bit at least.

After Troy had suffered so badly because of Gabriella he became a true friend. He was always there, trying to motivate him to keep going on with his life, to advice, just to listen. It was a good thing knowing he had someone he could talk and trust. Apart from Gabriella, he had been the only person Troy could really be himself around.

"Meh," he shook his head, slapping Jason playfully on the chest, "you know me too well Cross"

"What's going on, man?" Jason asked quietly, tilting his head to the side to study Troy's perturbed expression, "Is it work?" his eyes fell on his cell phone on the ground, "Kia?"

"Naw man" Troy ran a hand across his neck, rubbing the side of his temple with his knuckles, "I saw Gabriella"

"Oh…" Jason frowned and surprisingly laughed after a minute that both of them drowned in complete silence, "I should have imagined. Kia wouldn't have this effect on you. You'd just tell her to fuck off"

The silence lingered in their ears again. The streets were still slightly wet, the air heavy with humidity. A faint yellow glow flowed from the lamps along the way, partially revealing what lay down the road and where the real night began. The choked sound of Troy's breathing was loud and painful to hear, but Jason waited patiently till he talked again. He had learned not to push Troy.

"I saw her daughter" he said quietly, cradling his head in between the palms of his hands, his fingertips tapping his forehead rhythmically. "She's the spitting image of me"

"Oh…" he nodded slowly, trying to process the information Troy had just shared with him. "Do you think she's yours?"

Troy nodded, locking eyes with him, "I hope so"

"Really dude?" Jason grimaced, "You really want to have a baby right now? You're only 21. You have everything in life to be fucking happy without a whining baby"

"She's precious" he protested, shaking his head, "I only saw her twice and I'm already in love with her. Is it so bad I want her to be mine too?"

"Yeah…" Jason nodded his head sincerely.

"Man, seriously"

"I'm being serious, Troy. You are my friend and I support you on everything, but man a kid? You have no idea how to take care of a baby, you stay out all night, you play ball when you wake up, you travel the whole time and you have that boring pussy to fuck every day"

"Dude, I already told you I don't fuck Kia, she's just my PR—"

"Whatever," he interrupted him, "She wants you and she is a pain anyway"

"The thing is" he breathed deeply through his mouth, finally saying in front of his friend what his heart proclaimed so proudly, "Emerson is my kid and I'm sure of it. I'm asking for a DNA test and if Gabriella says no, I'll go to court and request formally"

"Don't you think about the stress you'll put Gabriella and her daughter through?"

"If you saw Emmy you'd see she's mine, you can't fucking deny that" Troy snapped impatiently, already tired of his friend trying to convince him to forget about his baby, "I know I can't have Gabriella back if she doesn't want, but at least I can have our daughter in my life, it will be like having a piece of El with me everyday"

"What if she's not your daughter?"

"She is—"

"What if Gabriella always told you the truth?"

Troy frowned deeply. He never considered Gabriella telling the truth, he didn't want to believe she actually cheated on him and had a baby with someone else. He was positive of her feelings for him when they dated. But wait, he was positive of his feelings for her when he cheated on her too. His heart constricted with the possibility of Gabriella telling the truth and he bit his lower lip. Could she be telling the truth?

"If she's not…" he wet his bottom lip, shrugging his shoulders trying not to be so affected with the fact, "then I'll say sorry and walk away…"

"Oh yeah, right… Exactly" Jason laughed sarcastically, "Let me advise you, Troy. I'm no fucking responsible and you know that, but apparently I can use my head more often than you can use yours. You have that fucking bullshit of thinking with your heart, totally gay by the way" he rolled his eyes and continued, "But I really think that if you become part of the girl's life and then you discover she's not yours and fucking disappear, she'll miss you… she'll suffer dude"

He knew it, and he didn't want Emerson to get hurt because of him. But he was holding to the possibility of her being his daughter as strongly as he could. It didn't matter what Jason was trying to tell him in, his eyes wouldn't play tricks on him. He saw how she looked, that beautiful hazel eyes, his smile. He felt the warmth when he held her. She was his. He knew it. He also knew he should back off while he couldn't prove Emerson was biologically his, but he was not strong enough for that.

"I know" Troy agreed sheepishly, "I should back off, but I can't stay away from her"

"From her or her mother? Are you sure you're not doing this because you want Gabriella again? Aren't you trying to tell a lie to yourself that you can work things out with Gabriella if she didn't cheat on you? Man, even if she didn't, it doesn't mean she'll forgive you and you two are having a fucking happy ending. Woman lose trust easily, you know that boring blah, blah, blah. A lot happened between you two. You both said things that can't be forgotten. It's not that easy, Troy"

"Man…" Troy shook his head, decided not to listen to his best friend this time. He was following his heart, enough of people pushing him in and out of things. "I'm serious this time. I want the baby too, it's not everything about El in my world. She's not Ryan's. I'm sure of that"

"So, you're really doing it? You're really becoming a father?" Jason grimaced as he spoke the word father and Troy rolled his eyes, "Are you really playing mommy and daddy thing? You're ready to be responsible?"

"Yeah" he nodded fervently, "I'm really doing it"

Jason sighed, "Alright, so you have a lot of work to do"

ALBUQUERQUE, NEW MEXICO.
AUGUST 23, 2008.

"We are just going to trim it up a bit, sweetheart" Taylor sat Emerson down in a shiny chair that had the format of a red car and smiled warmly. She hummed excitedly as she flipped the hairdressers' gown around her tiny body, slowly settling it around her and the chair underneath hair. Fastening the velcro, she nuzzled her nose against the toddler's side of hair playfully, "You are going to look so beautiful after I finish with you"

Taking a comb and colorful scissors, she carefully trimmed the back of Emerson's hair, gently fingering a strand of it and cutting it till got to the length of the toddler's neck, to match up the other side of hair that she had cut by herself with scissors she found in the Skin Deep tattoo shop.

Gabriella sighed and leaned against the wall in front of her daughter, careful not to scare the baby and make her move. She crossed her arms against her chest and glared at Taylor with the corner of her eyes, "I almost fainted when I found her with the scissors in hand" Gabriella admitted, biting the bottom of her lip, "Thank God I took it off her before she cut herself"

Taylor laughed, "It happens all the time. There are lots of mom's here everyday with kids partially bald" she smirked as Gabriella grimaced, "And I like the fact she trimmed the cat's fur too" she stated casually and looked down to the toddler's lap tenderly.

She found herself following her friend's gaze and locking eyes with Emerson's favorite stuffed cat. She grimaced again as the cat looked in worse state than her daughter, the fur on his face messily trimmed. "At least she didn't screw it all up" Taylor continued, snapping her off her trance.

"Yeah" Gabriella nodded slowly, looking at her daughter, studying as her big hazel eyes widened as she watched her stuffed cat on her lap disappear as hair covered it almost completely, "But I'll miss her curls"

Taylor smiled sympathetically at her friend, knowing that she was suffering more than her two years old daughter seeing her beautiful chestnut hair in a pile on the floor. She reached her hand and touched the bottom of Emerson's now straight hair, the soft curls she had now completely gone due to the fact her hair was only shoulders length now.

"Gabs… I was here thinking…" she started in a whisper, tilting her head to the side, "you know about what…" she looked from Emerson to Gabriella, "I'm sure he's bluffing"

"You really think so?" Gabriella frowned deeply, shaking her head, "I'm not sure Tay. He seemed pretty serious about it"

"I'm positive. I think he's only trying to make you admit Emmy is his" she assured her, combing Emerson's bangs, "What about her bangs?"

"She's shy, she likes it long so she can hide her eyes" Gabriella informed softly, smiling as her daughter played with a comb on her cat's head just like Taylor was doing with her, "Just trim a bit"

She nodded and trimmed her bangs slightly in a way that still had Emerson comfortable. Clicking her tongue when she finished she tickled the baby's stomach, "Don't you look pretty?" she asked, swinging the chair around so she could see herself in the mirror, "You look like a celebrity toddler"

"She has such beautiful eyes, Gabs" Taylor stated, using a clip to pin her floppy hair out of her eyes, "It's a crime to hid it"

Shrugging her shoulders, she collected the baby from the chair and kissed her forehead, "She likes it, what can I do?" Emerson touched her cheek tenderly and then her hair, Gabriella couldn't help but smile, "You look beautiful Em"

The toddler smiled a toothy smile, showing her stuffed cat, wanting compliments for him as well. "Yeah, kitty looks fine too, baby. How much do I owe you for saving my daughter's hair?"

"Shh" Taylor waved her off. "Shut up Gabriella" she shook her head offended, giving Emerson a lolly-pop as a prize for being such a great little girl while cutting her hair, "Like I need you paying me to cut the princess hair"

"Tay—"

"I'll be more than happy to trim her hair whenever you need it" she smiled warmly, "For free"

"Thank you" Gabriella hugged her former high school friend, letting Taylor peck Emerson on the cheek, "Say bye to auntie Tay, Emmy"

The toddler waved quickly and hid her face into the crook of her mother's neck, blushing slightly, "I told you she's shy"

Taylor laughed, "Call me after you talk to Troy, alright?"

"Yeah" she nodded, "Wish me luck"

"You don't need luck. He's just playing you around, be strong and kick him off your store"

As soon as Troy walked inside the tattoo shop that afternoon, he couldn't help but grin at the sight of Gabriella leaned against a chubby guy, tattooing something to his chest. A woman watched them intently, talking with Gabriella contently as she inked someone from her family. He observed as the woman he was madly in love with grinned, nodding her head up and down as she flickered her bangs from her eyes, frowning when she locked eyes with his piece of skin.

He lost track of time as he saw the chubby talk and tilt his head to the side to study his tattoo, smirking and showing a thumb up for her. God, she looked so beautiful working, so mature and so professional. He loved the new Gabriella she transformed into. He adored the fact she was now so confident and independent; it was what he always expected her to be.

It was only after Gabriella had stood up and pulled her shiny dark hair up in a messy bun that he succeeded in moving his gaze from her hypnotic figure. Troy's heart accelerated though as he spotted the other girl he thought about the whole night sitting on the arm chair, playing lazily with the stuffed cat he had seen her with before. Emerson was murmuring something very quietly to the cat, as if they were really having a conversation. He couldn't help but want to grab her in his arms again and see that adorable dimple she had on her face every time she smiled. She was so adorable.

"Hey kitty cat" he whispered, bending down beside the arm chair. Emmy looked up at him and as she recognized the man in front of her, she smiled. Troy held his breath as she smiled her famous toothy smile, clapping her tiny hands together. Was she happy he was there? Man, that felt amazing… to have someone happy to see you. He wished Gabriella was happy to see him again as well someday. He'd give anything for her to be happy at him again.

"Wow, what happened with your hair kitty?" he touched her shoulder gently, laughing when she shrugged her small shoulders, "Gone"

"She cut it by herself yesterday" Gabriella's soft voice made him look up and he smirked automatically as she crossed her arms against her chest, raising a single eyebrow. Man, what an incredibly sexy woman. "I had to take her to Taylor and she unfortunately had to trim it to match the other side of her creation"

Troy laughed lightly and he could swear he saw Gabriella smiling a bit, "Well, I think it looks great Emmy. The tattoo, the hair, you never cease to surprise me, kitty"

Gabriella picked the little girl from the arm chair, attaching her to her crooked hip. Troy stood up too and raised his hand, showing a big pink bag, "I bought her a present"

Emerson's eyes blinked and she grinned, "She doesn't need presents, Troy. She has everything she needs"

"Gabriella—"

She shook her head, but Emmy pressed her tiny soft hand to her mother's cheek, pleading, "Momma!"

"No Emmy. You don't even know him"

"Kitty cat" she whispered as she looked at Troy, proving that she in fact knew him. Emerson raised her little arms, as though she wanted him to pick her up. Troy smiled warmly at her, stepping closer to the toddler, freezing at the same place when Gabriella narrowed her eyes at him. "It's just a present, El. I'm not doing anything wrong"

"Troy, I give her enough presents" she tried to be reasonable, but the proximity to him was making her stomach flutter with butterflies. Gabriella knew she needed to focus on keeping her daughter away from her father, but her strength was easily vanishing from her body. And the way he had treated her when he saw her playing with the cat... Stop it, Gabriella, focus. "You don't have to do anything"

"I want to" he insisted and locked his blue eyes with her brown ones, sending a shiver through both of their bodies. Emerson shifted in Gabriella's arms and for a second she wondered if her daughter could feel the shockwaves that, because of Troy, assaulted her body.

"Kelsi is waiting for you" she sighed, "You have an appointment"

"I'll be fast"

Emerson whined a bit louder, her little hands balling into fists as she looked pleading at her mother. God only knew how Gabriella hated to deprive her daughter from something. Her baby seemed so comfortable around Troy, she wasn't even hiding behind her and that was something huge. Emerson was not a baby to like everybody and she already seemed to like Troy. Wow.

"Momma" she whispered again, her tiny arms locking around Gabriella's neck as she touched her mouth to her jaw, bargaining her with kisses she peppered sweetly to her mother's cheek and jaw. She couldn't help but laugh at her daughter's behavior, she was really her father's baby. Troy was the only person that could win her over with kisses when they were together – now Emerson too.

The two would still be the death of her.

Troy had a silly grin on his face as he observed the two of them interact and the fact Emmy was one of her mother's weaknesses. Damn, the baby was extremely cute and intelligent for a two year old. She really was Gabriella's daughter and he couldn't be more proud of her.

"Fine" she put the toddler on the floor and she quickly ran closer to Troy, reaching for his hand when he offered. Gabriella felt her heart skipping a beat as he bent down in front of his daughter and smiled warmly at her. God, was it love in his eyes as he looked at Emerson?

"I think you're going to love it, Emmy" he whispered to her, grinning when her hazel eyes blinked with anxiety and happiness. Troy looked up at Gabriella for a second and she was biting her lip, scanning them intently. Their eyes locked and he felt goosebumps. Focus on your daughter right now Troy, he told himself, reluctantly moving his gaze from his beautiful ex-girlfriend to the amazing baby in front of him. He breathed through his mouth rapidly, retrieving the package from inside the pink bag. The toddler squealed contently as she saw her present and Gabriella rolled her eyes, crouching down behind her daughter to control the overexcited baby, "You know she loves cats, Troy" she said calmly, fighting the smile that wanted to form on her lips as he smiled proudly at her, "That's not fair"

He worked on releasing the white medium sized robot cat from the box with a boyish grin on his face, more in love with Emerson's expression than anything else in the world. Gabriella ran one hand through her dark hair as she heard herself laughing quietly at her daughter's excitement. She licked her lower lip and Troy winked at her before he patted the floor for Emerson to sit. The toddler obeyed immediately, sitting cross-legged, waiting impatiently for him to give her the new cat.

"I didn't know if your mummy would let you have a normal cat, so I bought this one" he turned the cat on and it began moving like it was real, opening and closing its eyes and mouth at the same time it swished its tail. Emerson looked up at Troy and then at Gabriella and smiled when her mother nodded up and down, encouraging her to touch the toy.

"Momma!" she squealed again as the cat meowed and Troy and Gabriella shared a look of complete pleasure seeing her. She was definitely their best creation. Such a perfect tiny person that came to life from a quick but very strong love. Emerson was surely sent from above straight to their arms.

"Your new cat is beautiful, baby" Gabriella said softly as she bent down behind her daughter, brushing her hand on her daughter's arm, "What are you going to call it?"

"Mo" Emerson said happily and Troy laughed, "Mo is a good name"

"Em, say thank you to Troy" Gabriella suggested, pointing to the man kneeled beside her. The toddler looked up and smiled to her 'kitty cat' with adoration, "thank you Twoy" she repeated shyly. He smirked, knowing he'd be pushing his luck if he asked for a hug, but craving to try it anyway, "Do you think I can have a hug, Emmy?"

The time stopped as Gabriella observed Emerson nod her little head up and down, a few strands of her hair escaping from the hair clip as she moved decided to Troy and wrapped her arms clumsy around his muscular neck. Her heart thumped in her chest and her throat was suddenly dry. It was funny how her heart seemed to be forgetting so fast the pain she went through once she saw Troy hold her daughter in his arms… his daughter as well. Their precious little baby.

She didn't know why, but an overwhelming joy and consternation filled her heart. For the first time in two years she imagined this scene, she was not feeling insecure Troy was near them. On the contrary, she felt so proud, elated. She wanted this to her daughter's life, she wanted him to protect and love her, just like she did every day.

Gabriella didn't know if she was going to break out laughing at the excitement of watching them two, of if she was going to cry or both of the emotions. Damn, how she ended up so thrilled like this? Where did all these sensations come from? She heard him saying that Emerson was the most beautiful thing in the world and her heart accelerated as realization hit her.

Her baby deserved him.

Emerson should have the opportunity to have a relationship with her father.

She was partly disappointed with herself, because she wasn't supposed to feel this love flooding in, not because she didn't want Emerson to know her father, but most because she was still hurting, she still couldn't trust Troy or know if he changed for the better. At the same time, she was elated as she could literally feel warmth embracing her figure pleasurably, as though that was supposed to be really happening. As if it was their fate to be together.

The overwhelming sense of love was so strong she felt like she was losing her breath. All the love and protectiveness towards them was intoxicating, and she couldn't help but want them together forever. It was nothing like she ever experienced before and it was so intense, as if it could suffocate her body in a good way. Gabriella knew she would never forget this feeling. The constant butterflies she felt every time Troy was around were present this time as well, but stronger and it ran madly inside of her tummy. Gabriella Montez was completely and utterly in love with them.

Please remember this moment forever, she thought to herself as she literally felt like her body could explode with adoration. She was not only overwhelmed, but overjoyed, over the moon and there was only one word that could describe how she felt right now: complete.

Gabriella felt completeness fill her body and soul, gluing all the broken pieces of her heart together, and she knew that moment that Troy had the right to know that Emerson was his daughter. That he deserved to know it even if she still couldn't trust him. She was not the one to decide if he was going to be a good or bad parent to their daughter, but she was going to give him a second chance. She would tell him what he wanted so much to hear, because they simply belong together. A match made the moment he got her pregnant, the moment they unintentionally became a family.

As she finally snapped out of her trance what felt like decades after, Troy was locking eyes with her, his expression confused as if he expected her to retrieve the little girl from his arms, something that never happened. She had let him touch her daughter without complaining. He couldn't help but feel gratitude towards her. With a swift movement, he wrapped his arms tightly around the toddler and smiled a half-smile, mouthing a clear 'thank you' to Gabriella.

Gabriella was only able to nod once, before the cat lay down and hissed, catching Emerson's attention again. The toddler moved away from Troy's embrace and, cupping her knees with her small hands, touched Mo's head, making it move again. She giggled and rubbed her hand on his neck and it purred lightly and the two adults that still locked eyes intently finally stood up, swallowing their unsaid words.

Because Troy wanted nothing more than to declare himself for her, to have them as family.

And Gabriella still had a secret she needed to tell. Something that would change her life and her daughter's forever.

"NEXT!"

"Uhm… Troy" she recomposed herself, breathing through her mouth as she squeezed her eyes shut, "Are you still getting the tattoo? Kelsi is waiting…"

"I changed my mind" his husky voice made her shiver and as he moved considerably closer to her, her knees weakened. Troy touched her arm and their bodies heated immediately. She opened her mouth to say something, but he shook his head slowly, resting his forehead against hers, "I want you to tattoo me"

Her eyes widened slightly as he backed off to look her in the eyes, wanting nothing more than to see in her expression she wouldn't deny him this favor. "I thought you didn't trust me with a needle"

"I lied" his large hand cupped her hip and he leaned closer to her ear, like he always did when they were in fact together. "I'd trust you my life Ellie" he admitted in a whisper, "Cuz I know that deep inside, you wouldn't do anything to the father of your daughter"

"Troy…" she cried out helplessly, feeling the force of his proximity hit her body furiously. She closed her eyes and he stroked the side of her face lovingly, "Would you do anything to me?"

She bit her bottom lip, her cheeks flushing a faint tone of pink as she felt his hot breath against her ear sooth her agitated and needy body, "Would you stick a needle in my vein like you said you would?"

Gabriella sighed, the truth escaping her lips before she could even realize what she just said. "No..."

He smiled as his heart fluttered inside his chest, "Then I want you inking me"

"I could have saved so much time for us,
Had I seen the way to get to where I am today,
You waited on me for so long,
So now listen to me say,
I'd rather be with you,
Say you want the same thing too,
Say you feel the way I do."

A/N: Tell me what you thought of their interaction! I love short reviews, but I love long ones too! Ah, I wanna know if someone can guess what Troy's tattooing, haha! I bet you can't... but if someone guess it, you'll get a preview to next chapter :p