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Named Don't Stop Believin' by Journey. Mainly because they are still trying to get preggers.

"Gabriella Bolton, you are so.." Troy trailed off, not sure how to threaten me.

I sprinted into my mother's house, mainly for cover, partly because I was unsure what he would do. I wasn't scared, what's he gonna do, hurt me? I was frightened, and it was instinct. I didn't think to lock the door. I went into the living room, only to see AJ, along with friends. "Damn it," I swore, knowing Troy was getting closer.

"Dude, our teacher just swore," Ethan, one of his friend's, said. "Hey, Mrs. B," he greeted afterwards.

I nodded a hello, ignoring AJ for obvious reasons. "Gabriella!" Troy exclaimed, finally getting to the house. "My car!" he said, while making his way towards me.

I ran away, stepped in between Dylan and Ethan, effectively jumping over the ouch, all while in heels. "Back away, buddy. I have six brothers, I know how to fight," I warned him, pointing.

"What do you think I'm going to do? Fight you? No, because torture is so much better," he informed me.

"All is fair in love and war, baby," I reminded him, a sly smile overtaking my lips. "Isn't that what you said to me the other day?" I wondered.

"The other day you didn't mess with my car," he replied, stepping forward. "I didn't mind when you stole all my clothes, or when you drenched me with a water gun. I minded when you kicked me out of the bedroom, so I've been sleeping on the couch," he went on, coming closer each time. AJ's friend's stayed silent. "But, I haven't changed it because I deserved it after the late-night t.v. thing, but I will not be okay with you messing with my car," he told me.

I shook my head. "The rules did not leave out your car. They said no other can participate in a prank other than the four of us, pranks can't happen when any of us are at work or school, and the prank should not be bad enough to where the person gets hurt. Right, AJ?" I asked, not even looking at him.

"Sorry, partner, she's right," AJ said to him.

"AJ, I wouldn't speak right now," Troy told him. "I am this close to dropping out of this fucking prank war," he started, putting his finger and thumb close together. "Do you realize what I am giving up in this thing that you aren't?" he asked, his anger shifting. Oooh, friendly fire, me likey.

This whole prank war started about two weeks ago, a little less. Technically, though, it was about three, but the war wasn't started until two weeks ago. AJ got into a fight at school. I was the closest teacher to it, so I had to break it up. AJ didn't know it was me, and went back after the guy. When he did this, he pushed me over. I proceeded to stand up, rip them apart, literally, and get applause from the school. I told AJ I would get revenge. After his suspension, which lasted a week, I got him back. I put yellow bath beads in his back pockets, so when he sat down, they broke and looked like he peed.

After school that day when I was hiding behind Troy for protection, he remembered in high school when Chad did it to him. I knew about it in high school, but didn't tell him then, so Chad suggested the prank war. AJ readily agreed, and after Troy and I got into it, it was defintely on. The teams are Chad and me versus AJ and Troy.

"Troy, bro-"

"Don't 'brother' me," Troy interrupted him. "You're not in this stupid war against Mandy, if you're even together right now," he told him.

I got confused. Right before Troy and I got grounded, Mandy and AJ had sex. "What do you mean? You're having problems? Why didn't you come to me? Why'd you go to Troy?" I asked AJ, let down. I'm his older sister! Well, Troy is his older brother, but I was there first.

"What? I'm not good enough for advice now? It's not like we didn't have any drama in high school, right?" Troy questioned.

"Oh, that's not what I meant," I snapped. "I'm a girl, you're a boy," I told him the obvious.

"That doesn't matter," he insisted. "Back to you, though," he said, looking at AJ. "See what you've done? I'm fighting with my wife, a wife I hardly fight with, and one I hate to fight with," he told him. "I'm sleeping on the couch, AJ! I don't shower with hot water anymore, and do you know how many times she's gone to Victoria's Secret in the past week?" he asked him.

I cleared my throat. "Troy, I do have students here, you know," I reminded him, gesturing to Dylan and Ethan. Besides, I've only gone once. I just keep a stash of Victoria's Secret bags in my car so I put whatever I did buy I put in one to make him think I went there. I'm smart, I know.

"They won't say anything," AJ spoke up. "Troy, buddy, walk with me," he said to my husband, pulling him away.

I jumped over the couch, landing on it this time. "I didn't go to Victoria's Secret, you know," I mentioned, stealing the remote. "I just made him think I did."

AJ must have talked some sense into Troy, if you would call it sense. He must have, because after Troy looked at me with a slight glare because I messed with his car, and reached for a beer. We didn't talk much for the rest of the night, we played with our nieces and nephews, and ate. We hung out with my siblings, all while not communicating with each other. I didn't like it. This is the bad part of the war, one of us always gets mad.

After dinner, while everyone was inside talking, Troy was out in the backyard. I sighed, leaving the kitchen to go to him. He was on the steps, drinking his third beer, a lighter going up and down the label just to distract him.

"Hey," I greeted softly, shoving my hands into the pockets of the black leather jacket I was wearing. I'm wearing it with light holey jeans that hug my legs, and my gray slightly see through top that I put a dark bra on underneath. I wore black high heeled boots with it. My hair was in silky waves instead of curls, though.

Troy turned his head back, wearing a white and blue plaid button up with a white t-shirt underneath. Her wore jeans, and white converse with it. "Hey," he copied me, the lighter going out.

I tilted my head to the side. "Mind if I sit, babe?" I asked, kicking the deck lightly.

He shook his head. "No," he replied, so I sat down next to him.

"I'm sorry I messed with your car," I apologized, unzipping my jacket. "I fixed it, you know. I know your car is important to you and all," I rambled.

"I may have overreacted a little," Troy replied, looking over at me. I heard him set his beer bottle down. "I was already in a bad mood. We've barely slept in the same bed lately, and all I've been having are cold showers. Bottom line, I'm sorry, too," he told me.

"Wars aren't meant for couples," I concluded, looping my arms through one of his.

He shrugged. "It's the only war in which you can sleep with the enemy," he responded with a slight smile. I returned the smile. "Come here," he urged, tugging on my arm. He scooted back on the porch so I could sit in front of him in between his legs. "Here, take this off," he suggested, unzipping my jacket. Once it was off of me, he turned it around so it would be own backwards, only my arms weren't through the holes. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me back against him further.

I relaxed against him, warm, and my head settled back on his shoulder. "I love you," I told him, turning my head a little to kiss him on the underside of his jaw.

He pulled me tighter. "I love you, too," he promised, kissing my hair.

I tilted my head up to look at the stars, and let out a breath. I felt Troy's lips brushing against my neck. My hand made it's way up to entangle into his hair. "Ben and Belle had a pregnancy scare this month," I spoke up a few minutes later. "We've been trying for six months, and we haven't even had a scare. It wouldn't even be a scare, it would be a let down, another let down," I mumbled.

"Brie-"

"I know, we'll get tested in a year, well, six months, now," I cut him off. "I know you believe I am fine, and I hope I am fine, but it's frustrating," I told him.

I felt his body shift behind me. He made it so we could look at each other better. "Gabriella, I love you," he restated. "But, I don't need a baby to love you," he went on. "I want them, hell yes, I want five. Do I believe you are fine, and you're just not pregnant yet? Yes. And, I know you're frustrated about all of this because you think it's your fault, but it's not. You can't control when you get pregnant, not really. All we can do is try, and hope, and we've been doing both. It will happen, baby, I know it will. No matter what happens, I'll still love you, you know that."

"I know. Nothing can make me stop loving you, either," I agreed. "I also know you hate when I feel guilty that we're not pregnant yet. I'm sorry for that," I told him.

"Don't be sorry," Troy insisted. "I'll happen," he repeated. "Don't worry."

The next day at school, Troy was supposed to pick me up. He still was, he's just running late. We decided to have a prank free day, or at least afternoon, and go out. Because of this, I dressed a little casual-er than usual. I wore a pair of light faded jeans and a white blousey top that had small ruffles down the button area, and the sleeves went to my elbows. I wore silver high heels with it. I have my white purse with me, along with a big black bag full of my school stuff.

Troy pulled up into the empty spot I was standing next to, turned off the car, and got out to greet me. "Hey, babe. How was school?" he asked, kissing me gently.

I shrugged. "It was school. I am watching high school drama unfold as we speak," I informed him, letting him take my purse and bag away from me to put in the car through his open window.

He leaned against the car, pulling me against him. "You are, are you?" he questioned, wrapping his arms around me.

I nodded. "Uh-huh," I confirmed. Before he could ask, I went on. "You see that girl right there?" I wondered, gesturing towards the pretty brunette that all the 'popular' kids were crowded around. "Tricia Debson, just started today. She's a junior, beautiful, and already well on her way to fitting into that clique," I told him.

"Ookay. Why do I really care, no offense?" Troy asked nicely, still holding onto me.

I sighed. Boys. "Because, if you look to the left of her, you'll see our little brother, practically drooling. If you look to the left of him you'll see his on-again off-again girlfriend, who doesn't seem too happy about it, especially since her and AJ are on the off-again part of the relationship," I answered. "You should have seen them this morning. AJ was in my room talking to me about a project I gave out for family living. She came in because I'm her first period now. It was love at first sight, for both of them. Poor Mandy," I commented.

"Go AJ," he cheered softly in my ear.

I turned to him. "A girl's heart is about to get crushed, and you say 'go AJ'?" I questioned.

Troy shrugged. "That sucks for Mandy, but you remember getting together when we were around that age. Falling in love, everything was new, and interesting, and we'd spend hours on the phone, and made out in the halls so much that we hold the record for the most PDA," he reminded me.

"Sh!" I ordered, looking around. "I don't want any of the students to know that," I told him.

"Students to know what?" AJ asked, walking up, Tricia next to him.

Troy grinned. "Nothing," he assured him.

"Hey, partner," AJ greeted him, making me roll my eyes.

"Hey, buddy," Troy said back. "Who is your friend?" he wondered.

AJ smiled widely. "Tricia, this is Troy, Gabriella's husband," he introduced them. "Tricia moved into your old house, Troy," he told us. "The one behind the Danforth's."

"Go for the bedroom on the first floor, it's easy to sneak out of," Troy instructed her, making her laugh.

"You would know," I mentioned, smiling.

Troy smiled back. "And, you would know about sneaking in," he reminded me.

"Not the point," I responded. "Hi, Tricia," I greeted her.

"Hi, Mrs. Bolton," she replied.

I waved her off. "Not that I don't love hearing my new last name, you can call me Gabriella outside of school, all of AJ's friends do," I informed her.

She smiled with a nod. "So, you two go on your date to improve Troy's mood, the war is back on at five," AJ told me. "We have stuff planned."

"Dude, you're not supposed to tell her," Troy reprimanded him.

I groaned. "Am I going to be embarrassed or have to change?" I asked.

"Embarrassed? Maybe. Change? I wouldn't, no," Troy answered for me. "Then, again, I'm your husband, I like water and white," he teased.

"I'm confused," Tricia stated.

I looked to her. "All you have to know is that it's AJ's fault," I assured her.

"It is not!" AJ exclaimed. "Don't lie to her," he said. "We're in a prank war," he explained to Tricia.

I sighed. "Don't you have basketball practice?" I questioned him.

"Shit. Yes. I was just walking Tricia to her car. I'll see you later," he said, while walking with Tricia again, who said goodbye.

"So, you have stuff planned?" I said to Troy.

He smiled at me. "Don't worry about it. Come on, let's go get something to eat," he suggested, leading me to the passenger side of the car.

Later, around six when Troy and I were getting home, we were attempting to kiss our way up the walkway to the door. "If you don't do whatever you have planned, I'll let you sleep in the bedroom tonight," I whispered against his lips, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"You let me sleep in the bedroom last night," he reminded me, stopping when we reached the steps to the porch. He pressed his lips to mine in a kiss.

I kissed him for a moment. "I know. We'll do more than sleep, though," I told him, kissing him again.

"We did more than sleep last night, too," he informed me, pulling out of the kiss.

I made a mean face. "What if I do something like I did for your birthday?" I questioned, kissing his lips gently. "Would that change your mind?" I wondered.

He was already grinning. "You'd repeat my infamous birthday?" he asked, pressing me more firmly against him. I smiled, remembering it. I may have been a little slutty, but when it's with your husband, it's okay. I'm his wife, so I always get his birthday to myself. We went out to eat, I gave him his present, then we came home. I pretended to have to go upstairs for something. After half hour of him waiting, he came upstairs, a little annoyed. His annoyance quickly vanished when he found me in the shortest hot pink dress. Things only improved from there when I gave him a strip tease and a lap dance. Fun birthday, right?

"Possibly," I answered, and let him unwrap my arms from around his neck.

"Aw, baby, if you had said yes, so many thing could be different right now," he murmured, kissed me quickly, then ran up the steps.

Huh? As soon as he was away from me, water balloons rained down from above me. AJ! "AJ!" I screamed, trying to cover my head. I heard Troy's laughing from the porch, where some balloons came from, too. I ran up the porch steps to take water balloons from Troy. We fought over them, breaking a few. "This is so unfair, Chad isn't even here!" I yelled, happy Troy took my bags off of me earlier so they wouldn't be getting wet right now.

"Actually.." Troy started, stopping his movement of keeping the water balloons from me. Chad's jeep was heard in the driveway.

"Ella, you okay? You said it was important," he asked, walking up the walkway.

Huh? "Chad, no!" I shouted just as AJ hit him with balloons from one of the windows on the second floor. Troy and I went back to fighting over balloons, getting both of us more wet. Chad was dodging balloons on the front lawn, not thinking to run up onto the porch, too.

"No! No! Brie, you broke the last one!" Troy whined almost ten minutes later as I had him cornered on the porch. AJ had come out of the house with more balloons to bombard Chad with on the lawn.

I smiled in satisfaction. "I don't care, my shirt is see-though," I reminded him, looking down. He looked down at my chest, which was partly see-through. I am wearing a bra, you know.

"What do you think I was going to use the balloon on? Your shirt isn't nearly wet enough," he stated, pushing wet hair away from my face.

I glared. "We so have issues, hubby. Don't think we don't," I told him, wrapping my arms around myself because I felt cold.

"I think we need to hug them out," he replied, wrapping his arms around me. "Come on, baby," he urged, wrapping his arms around me.

I let him hug me, getting an idea. I slowly slid his keys out of his pocket, and hugged him with one arm. Once I had them, I bit his neck while pinching him, and got lose from his grip. "Chad!" I called out, running for the front door.

Chad was already running for me. We ran inside, locking the door behind us. Chad and I looked at each other. "I'll lock the garage door, you get the French doors," he quickly ordered, then we both took off running.

Once I was done, I ran downstairs, hearing a commotion. Chad had the door locked, but they were fighting. ".. this is my house, Chad!" Troy was yelling at him.

"It's mine, too!" I shouted, high-fiving Chad. "Don't you wish you hadn't drenched me with water balloons, while wearing white, now?" I questioned. "Especially since Chad can look at my boobs now!" I reminded him.

Chad looked at me, disgusted. I shrugged. "Oh, ewe, I can. Gross!" he whined, closing his eyes.

"I agree!" AJ called from the other side of the door.

"You are so sleeping on the couch tonight, Troy!" I informed him in a yell.

"We'll see about that!" Troy screamed back.

I pulled on Chad's arm. "Come on, Chad, I have to change out of these SEE-THROUGH clothes," I told him, leading him through the basement and up the steps.

"How long until you're going to let him back into the house?" Chad questioned two hours later as we hung out on the couch. Chad changed into some of Troy's baggy sweatpants, and a t-shirt, while I put on short jean shorts, a white wife beater, and one of Troy's hoodies.

I shrugged. "I unlocked the door an hour ago, it's up to him," I replied with a smile, making Chad shake his head at me.

"You know AJ left a while ago, right? He's been out there by himself, wet, so he's cold, and he thinks you're really mad at him, right?" he wondered.

I frowned. "Why are you on his side?" I asked.

"Because, I can't leave without him knowing the door is unlocked, and I kind of want to see my fiancee," he responded honestly.

"Kind of?" I questioned.

Chad nodded. "Kind of," he repeated.

I stood up. "I'll sacrifice myself for your happiness," I joked, straightening out my shirt.

Chad chuckled. "Thanks, buddy," he said, and we slapped hands as I passed him.

"Whatever, you owe me," I informed him, making my way through the house to the front door. Troy was sitting on the swing that was on the porch. "Hey, baby," I greeted nicely, sitting down next to him, facing him.

He glanced at me, then looked away.

"Aw, you're not mad at me, are you?" I asked, linking one of my hands through his. "You drenched me, remember?" He stayed quiet again. "Troy!" He still didn't say anything. I pouted. Is he really that mad? "Fine, I'll just go in the house," I stated, getting up.

I felt a tug on my hand, and I was in Troy's lap in an instant. "Gotcha," he said with a smile.

"Troy! I thought you were seriously mad at me," I mumbled, resting my forehead on his.

He shook his head. "Nope," he muttered, kissing me. He picked me up bridal style.

Before we could enter our house, Chad came walking out. "Thanks, I can go now," he commented, leaving.

Troy chuckled, walking in with me in his arms, then kicked the door shut.

"Damien-" I tried to cut my friend off half an hour later. He called me almost crying about ten minutes ago.

"He's everything to me, Gabriella," Damien repeated to me for what seemed like the twentieth time.

Damien has been dating Steven since July. It's been about five months. Damien fell for him fast, like Damien so often does, only this time Steven fell with him, so I thought they would last a long time, possibly forever. The only thing is that Steven hasn't been so 'Steven-y', in Damien's words, lately. "Dame, you have to talk to him. You can't let him treat you like shit," I told him. "You don't deserve that, and obviously something happened that made him start acting like an asshat," I insisted, moving my feet so Troy could sit down.

"Gabi, you don't know what it's like. You've always had Troy, this is the first guy that actually accepts me for who I am. I know some people don't like me because of my personality, or at least, it's hard to like me for long periods of time, that is why I only have a few close friends," he told me. I've never heard Damien this serious. My heart went out to him. "I finally know how you and Shyanne feel with Troy and Adam. I can't let him go," he stated.

I let out a breath. "I know, hunny, that is why you have to talk to him," I replied. "I've never met Steven, but I've talk to him on the phone, so I know he is as crazy about you as you are him. Talk to him," I repeated myself.

"I know I should. I'm afraid if I force him into a talk, he'll pull further away, and we might break up. I can't take that," he informed me.

"Damien, there are so many times that I was going through things in my life, and I wish I had told Troy when they happened. Every time I thought I could handle it myself, and every time I couldn't, so I messed things up with him. Maybe Steven is like me. Maybe he thinks whatever he is going through he can handle himself, or that you can't handle it. Talk to him, in the end, you need to know whatever it is. If he was holding back his real self for five months, and this is who he really is, you don't want to be with him," I told him.

He was quiet for a moment. "Are you talking about your rape?" he questioned softly.

I nodded. "Yes, among other things. Every time Troy made me tell him what was going on, and every time he could handle it. He went through it with me, and in the end he made them better because he was there for me. Just like I am there for him. It's what couples do," I responded. "So, you have to get off the phone with me, go to Steven's apartment, and talk to him. It will probably be hard, but you have to," I reminded him. "You call me after, if he breaks up with you, Shyanne and I, with Troy and Adam if they are needed, will come down there and kick his ass," I stated, making him laugh a little.

"Thanks, love," he told me.

"Any time, Dame," I replied. We hung up soon after. "Ugh, dating drama. I am so glad we're through with that," I said to Troy, tossing the phone onto the coffee table.

Troy smiled at me, patting the cushion next to him. I scooted over. "I can't believe I finally got it through your head," he commented, wrapping an arm around me.

"What are you talking about?" I wondered, loosely wrapping my arms around him, too.

"To tell me everything you're going through," he answered, kissing my head.

I sat up more so I could look into his eyes. "Then, you should probably know something," I mentioned, running a hand down his chest.

"What now?" he asked, a down look on his face.

"You really smell," I told him, making him almost smile. It wasn't even true. "And, because of that you can't sleep in my bedroom tonight."

He grinned at me. "Oh, so it's your bedroom now?" he questioned.

I nodded. "Yes," I assured him.

He leaned forward to kiss me, but I arched my back away from me. "That's not nice, Mrs. Bolton," he stated, still trying to kiss me.

"If you want to kiss me, Mr. Bolton, you're gonna have to work for it," I told him, squirming away, then ran for it.

I ran behind the dining room table. "Damn, you weren't even this hard in high school," he commented, trying to anticipate my moves.

I glared. "Is that an insult? Oh, you are so not sleeping with me tonight now. At least before you had a chance," I informed him.

I dodged him while going up the steps. "I really hate that you keep keeping me out of our bedroom. Are you gonna do that forever?" he wondered, running up the stairs after me.

"Probably not, since I've been getting crap sleep lately," I called out honestly, getting to the bedroom.

I tried to close the door on him, but he easily overpowered me, getting through the door. He caught me by the waist, lifting me off the ground with ease. He carried me to the bed in seconds, dropping me onto it, causing me to bounce several times. Before I was even done bouncing, he was kissing me.

"You know," I started, quickly pushing his plaid button up off. "This whole manly caveman throw my girl in bed and have sex with her is a turn on," I admitted, kissing him again.

He smiled into the kiss. "I'll have to remember that."

Later that night, I was getting ready for bed, while Troy was finishing up in the shower. My hair was up in a bun so it wouldn't be getting in my way as I brushed my teeth, and washed my face. I'm wearing black panties, and a light purple spaghetti strapped pajama top that was made of silk, and had a built in supportive bra that pushed my boobs up some, and the neckline scooped down pretty low. It didn't even reach the top of my panties. I was splashing water on my face to wash off my acne mask I try to do every night (hey, it takes work to keep my face clear) when I heard the shower turn off.

I was drying off my face, during this act I felt my hair fall out of it's bun. "Troy," I muttered, putting the towel down.

"Hm?" I heard him garble back, his lips against my neck.

He pressed against me. "Troy, are you naked?" I questioned, smiling a little.

"Maybe," he replied, his arms slipping around my waist.

"Baby, you're getting me all wet," I told him, leaning back against him.

"That's the point," he insisted, turning me around. He sat me down in between the sinks. As we kissed, he pulled on the back of my knees so I was on the edge of the sinks.

His hands inched up my top. I pulled away, glancing down then back up into his eyes. "Fine, we can do this, but we have to be done by three because we both have work tomorrow," I reminded him.

"Are you putting a time limit on sex?" he wondered, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes," I started, making him laugh at me. "But only because I'm already tired from earlier," I told him.

Troy picked me up, and began to walk towards our bed. "Here is the deal," he started. "We're going to make love for as long as we feel like it, if that is before three or after three, it's no problem. We're both tired, but we're young, in our prime, and still newlyweds, we'll be fine," he assured me, coming down on me.

"I think I am definitely okay with that."

That week in school was short. We only had Monday and Tuesday because Thanksgiving was on Thursday. My dad and Lucy are flying in tomorrow, Wednesday, for it. Like always, a big dinner was planned to be at my mother's house. As I left school on Tuesday, though, that wasn't what I was thinking about.

My period usually comes around the twenty fifth. It's the twenty sixth, and I don't have it. I was expecting to wake up this morning with it, I was supposed to get it yesterday, but I don't know, other things made me forget to, like, see if I had it.

I knew it was early, maybe too early to get my hopes up, but I couldn't help it. On the way home, I stopped by the drug store, just because I felt like I needed to. I needed to see what it would say. If it was negative, I would accept that my period was coming, just a little delayed, if it was positive... I don't know. There aren't many false positives, I learned that in high school, the hard way.

I went home, was happy I had to pee, and waited. I waited for the longest five minutes of my life. Troy wasn't expected home until six. He may be a little late, though, depending on what is happening right before he gets off. It was nerve racking, I was biting my nails, tapping my foot, and contantly running a hand through my hair. When my phone vibrated in my hand, my heart was beating so fast I could swear it was a heart attack. I stood up, took a few steps forward to the sinks, and closed my eyes while picking up the white stick.

One word, one word is what I am praying for. Pregnant. I don't want not pregnant, I want pregnant. I opened my eyes, and bit my lip while my eyes stared at the writing.

Pregnant.

Holy fuck.

My heart leapt for joy, but also was worried as hell it was a false positive. They do happen. I was scared, happy, worried, and excited at one time. How confusing is that? I ran into the bedroom, bringing the stick with me. I quickly went out the door, down the steps, and into the living room. I reached for our address book, hurriedly flipping through the pages for my doctor's number. I needed to know, I needed to confirm it. I knew there was the smallest chance my doctor was actually open tomorrow, a smaller chance that they had an opening for me to come in, but I had to do something.

I pushed the number into my cell phone, pressing send quickly. They picked up a few rings earlier, greeting me. I patiently waited for the woman to stop talking.

"Hi, my name is Gabriella Bolton, and I was wondering if you guys are, like, open tomorrow," I told her. Yeah, that sounded intelligent. I don't care, I'm not exactly functioning at my best here.

"Is it an emergency?" the woman questioned.

I took in a deep breath. "It depends on your definition of an emergency," I replied. She paused for a second. "Look, I know Thanksgiving is literally two days away, and everything is going to be closed because it's a family holiday and all, but me and my husband have been trying to get pregnant for six months now. For the first time in six months, I'm late. I took a pregnancy test today, and it's positive. I need to know if I am or not, and I need to know soon. I really need to know before the holiday, just so I don't wonder for the whole weekend. So, if you are open tomorrow, is there anyway you can fit me in?" I pleaded with her.

There was a moment of silence. "You're lucky. I just got a call because of holiday traveling, and our four fifteen canceled. I can fit you in then for a pregnancy test," she told me.

Thank God. "You are a God in my book," I informed her, then heard her hardy laugh.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Mrs. Bolton," she replied.

"Yes, you will," I assured her, hanging up the phone.

This all seemed surreal. I've waited so long to just to miss a period, and take a pregnancy test, only to have it come out positive, and tell Troy I'm pregnant. It's not confirmed yet, but I couldn't help but dance around the living room with glee. The always-seeming worry bubbled up in my stomach, but I was going to suppress it for now. I need this one moment, this one happy moment.

I decided to wait to tell Troy. Not until tomorrow, or after I found out, I'm through with that, especially since he wants this just as much as I do. I'm telling him when he gets home. That just happened to be the longest two and a half hours of my life.

I tried to get my mind off of it, if that's possible. I gave a test today, so I graded papers. After I got sick of that, I read some of the book I was in the middle of. After I couldn't concentrate on that anymore, I went on the Internet, checked my email, emailed friends, all that. I was finally watching some boring movie on t.v. when I heard Troy's camaro pull up. In between all that waiting I went to the bathroom every ten minutes to see if I got my period. Usually, you can feel it, sometimes you can't. I don't feel like its coming, and I hope I stay that way.

"Finally," I mumbled under my breath, letting out a long sigh. I hoped he was alone. I didn't want to put this off any longer.

It was a minute or two until I heard him coming up the steps of the basement. He parked in the garage, I guess. I didn't hear talking, so I guessed he was alone. As soon as he reached the top, he was pulling off his jacket, then thew it onto a dining room chair.

I was in his arms not a second later, hugging the daylights out of him. "Whoa," Troy sputtered, surprised I was this happy to see him. I literally almost knocked him over. "Are you okay?" he asked, his arms wrapping around my waist. "Wait, is this some prank-"

"No, Troy," I cut him off, my face pressed against the side of his neck. I had already changed into a pair of dark jeans, and a red plaid shirt. This shirt is actually mine, so it fits to my figure, and isn't buttoned all the way up. The sleeves were rolled up a little, too.

"What's going on, or are you just happy to see me?" he wondered, pulling away a little.

My hands slid down to his forearms. "I'm late, Troy," I admitted.

"Okay. Do you mean we're late for something we both forgot, or period late?" he questioned.

"Period late," I confirmed. "I already went out and got a home pregnancy test. I took it, and it's positive. I called my doctor, which is actually open tomorrow. They had an opening, so we're going to know if I'm-"

He pressed his finger to my lips to shut me up. "It was positive?" he asked, just to make sure.

I nodded, pulling it out of my pocket. "Yes. See?" I said while handing it to him.

He looked at the word pregnant for a few moments. "What time is your appointment?" he questioned me, one arm slithering around me again.

"Four fifteen," I answered. "I know you work, but I have to know, Troy. Besides, you only work until five tomorrow. I can't not know over the holidays," I informed him.

He leaned over, and put my pregnancy test down on the dining room table. "You have to call me, okay?" he stated, his other arm going around me.

I nodded. "I will. I know," I assured him.

His hands slid down past my butt so he could lift me up. "You're pregnant," he said, spinning me around for a second.

"I could be pregnant," I corrected, my arms lacing around his neck.

"You have to think positively, Brie," Troy replied, walking me over to the couch. He sat down, putting me in his lap. "Let's see the odds here. You're late for your period."

"I'm a day late," I spoke up.

He ignored me. "You took a pregnancy test, a test that came back positive. And, last week, you felt nauseous," he told me.

"What? When did I feel nauseous?" I asked him.

"Like, every other morning last week, remember?" he responded. "You did, don't deny it," he insisted.

I rolled my eyes. "Okay, I did. But, I've felt nauseous in mornings a lot in my life. Sometimes food in the morning does not seem appetizing, and it makes me queasy," I reminded him.

"Can you please just get on the baby train with me?" he pleaded, kissing my cheek sweetly.

"I want to, babe, I do, but if my blood test comes back tomorrow negative, I don't want to be completely crushed by it," I told him.

He kissed my lips this time. "If you are, we'll go through it together," he whispered, kissing me again.

The next day, I went to the doctor's. I showed up at the office around four, then proceeded to wait for about thirty minutes. You know doctor's offices, especially before holidays, there are delays.

"Mrs. Bolton," my doctor, Dr. Hastings, a woman, greeted as she walked into my examination room. "I haven't seen you in a while," she commented, looking through what I assumed to be my chart.

I shook my head. "I haven't had to see you," I replied. My sister's and I all have the same doctor. "No one has been pregnant for a while," I joked, smiling.

"Hopefully, it's your turn. Lord knows your family practically keeps me in business," Dr. Hastings responded in a smile. "Where is your husband?" she asked.

I pushed hair out of my eyes. "Work. He wanted to be here, but it's hard to get out of being a firefighter," I answered.

She nodded. "So, when was your last period?" she questioned me.

"Uh, last month," I answered. "I usually get it around the twenty fifth," I explained.

"How long do they usually last, and how long did your last period last?" she asked, writing something down.

I thought back. "Well, it's usually about six days, but last month was about three, I think. I remember I was happy it was so short," I told her.

Dr. Hastings smiled. "Was it a flow like your regular period, or a different?"

"Different, I guess," I tried to answer correctly. "It was more of spotting," I said.

She nodded again. "You've been off of birth control for about six months, right?" she wondered. I nodded instead of answering. "Well, from everything you're telling me, there is a possibility you're pregnant. Now, we'll take some blood and get an answer," she said.

Worry filled me, so I tried to take calming breathes.

It's the moment of truth.

Here it is! I wrote this in, like, two days. I actually like it! Yay.

I don't know how a pregnancy test goes or anything seeing as I am 17 and don't sleep around. So, that might not be right. IDC, it' something like it, ya know.

I can't wait to start the next one! Just because, well, I know the answer, duh.

After the next chapter, a storyline is starting. Can't wait.

REVIEW PLEASE.

-- Kayleigh