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Still Seven, Almost Eight Weeks Pregnant (Christmas is in about two weeks)(Remember, a little over a week passed since the chapter before last)
Named Use Somebody by Kings of Leon because Troy and Gabriella need each other.
The doctor walked in after what seemed like forever, but I knew was only a few minutes, if that.
"Ah, Mrs. Bolton, you're finally awake," he said, a smile on the aging man's face. He seemed to be about forty something, maybe fifty.
I nodded a little. "Do you think the baby is okay?" I questioned, sitting up little, but not much.
"Well," Dr. Brown started, sitting down on a stool next to my bed as another nurse set up an ultrasound machine. "After an examination, it looks like your cervix is closed, and I saw no signs of rupture," he told me.
"That's good, right?" Troy asked from next to me, sitting on the bed on the other side of the doctor. He should know, he's had medical training.
Dr. Brown nodded. "Yes, that is very good," he assured us. "You're almost eight weeks along, correct?" he questioned us.
We both nodded. "Yeah, we have a doctor's appointment in three days, which is when I will be eight weeks exactly," I answered. Will I? If I am still pregnant. Just do the ultrasound already!
"Before we start talking about why this happened, let's do the ultrasound to see what is going on," he suggested right after the nurse told him the machine was hooked up and ready. "This will be cold," he told me like you see in all the movies. My gown had been pulled up by a nurse as he was talking. It's not like anyone can see anything, a blanket is over my lower half, along with underwear. He held some chunky thing over my stomach, rubbing it in with the gel. Troy was holding my hand, both of his around mine, rubbing gently. A grayness appeared on the screen. "Now, we can't hear the heart beat yet, it's too early, but you can see it," he said, pointing at the screen.
"The baby is okay? I didn't," I stopped, not wanting to say it yet. I don't want to jinx this.
"Yes, everything looks-" he didn't finish either. That's not good.
I squeezed Troy's hand. "What's wrong?" Troy asked, squeezing back.
"Nothing is wrong," Dr. Brown answered, holding the chunky thing over my stomach in one particular area. "I can see now why you have been so nauseous, Mrs. Bolton, along with so tired as your husband told us," he commented.
"What?" I questioned, a knot in my throat.
"You see these two spots right here?" Dr. Brown wondered, pointing at the screen. We both nodded. "There should only be one, meaning you're having twins," he informed us. "I'm assuming twins run in your family?" he asked, looking towards me. That's our babies? As in plural?
I nodded wordlessly. Two? Twins? "I- yes," I stuttered, stunned.
"Everything is normal other than that," the doctor concluded. "Sorry for ruining the surprise," he mentioned, turning off the ultrasound machine before wiping off my belly. We still hadn't said anything. "Now, from what Stacy put on your chart, you hadn't eaten today?" he wondered. I nodded to confirm. "That is the reason you fainted. As she told you, the babies are taking everything from you, and since you are having two, it's very important you eat regularly, even if you aren't hungry," he stated. "The pain was caused from stress, but everything is okay, as I said before. I'm not putting you on bed rest, but you should take the next few days off of work to relax. Try to stay stress free," he went on.
I was still shocked, stunned, every synonym you can find. Two? He left about ten minutes later, after a page, and said after Stacy came back in to take my IV out. I would be discharged with the understanding to eat as soon as I left, and to take it easy.
"Wow," Troy said pretty well once the doctor was gone.
"Uh-huh," I agreed as he turned to face me. "Do you do anything half assed?" I questioned him.
He laughed, squeezing my hand again before leaning down to kiss me. "Two," he muttered, a hand resting on my belly. "That's weird right? It's not just me?" he asked.
I shook my head. "No, I'm on the weirded out train," I told him.
"Good," Troy replied, letting out a breath. "It's just a lot to take in," he insisted.
I nodded. "For my first pregnancy, yep," I agreed with him again. "But I- I don't know," I carried on. "We tried for five months, Troy, maybe this is like payback," I said.
"Payback?" he questioned.
"Or, a gift in other words," I rephrased. "We tried so hard, it's what we get for the five months I thought it was my fault. This is a good thing," I told him.
He scoffed. "Of course it's a good thing," he responded. "I was just scared of being a dad to one baby, now it's two, that's twice the amount of fear," he reminded me.
"You're going to be a great Dad," I assured him.
"And, you're going to be a wonderful Mom, the best Mom," he told me.
I nodded, biting my lip. "This isn't going to happen again. I don't care, I'll teach from a recliner from the front of the classroom, I'm not going to mess up," I stated. "I already put them in jeopardy once, and I am so sorry for that. I promise, this won't happen again. I will go on-"
Troy kissed me. "Sh, calm down," he whispered. "I want to get out of here, we'll talk about this when we get home. I don't blame you, though," he informed me.
I let out a sigh. "We've spent too much time in here today," I muttered.
"Yes, we have," Troy agreed.
On the way home, we stopped and got McDonald's. We'd be ordering out again tonight, but for now, this would be good. I knew it wasn't exactly good for me, but I need three times the calories I would usually need, and Mickey D's is known for it's calories. Plus, it tasted good.
Troy parked in the parking lot for a few minutes so we could eat. He needed to take his pain killers he hadn't because of me, but he needed to eat first. We ate a lot in the car (we caught almost all the red lights), so when we got home, all that was left was some fries. We had gotten three burgers, chicken nuggets, a snack wrap, and lots of french fries. By the time we got home, it was around five.
I sighed walking into our home. I felt different, pregnanter, if that is a word. I should know, I'm the English teacher here, but I am too tired to think. It's been an emotionally exhausting day.
"Okay," Troy started, turning to me before I could even pass the steps. "You're going to go upstairs, change into my clothes, and lay down for the rest of the day," he stated.
"What about you? You were it the hospital today, too, remember?" I questioned. "We have matching IV bandages," I reminded him, holding out my arm even though it was covered by my jacket. That seems like forever ago for some reason. Not only was Troy in danger today, our babies were, too. It's been crazy today.
He nodded, pulling me close. "I know, that is why I am going to make a call I will probably regret," he replied, holding up his cell. "I'm going to call your mom to come take care of us," he admitted.
I took the phone from him. "I think we should wait," I said, gripping it in my hand.
"Have you met your mother?" he asked skeptically. "She's probably already on her way after my mom talked to her," he commented. "What if she came here while we were gone, and she's more pissed? That would be just a wonderful topping on his day, don't you think?" he wondered sarcastically.
I rolled my eyes. "I just think that before we call her to come take care of us, which she will do in a second, you know that, we should talk. As soon as she gets here and goes into motherly mode, she won't leave us alone," I informed him.
He let out a breath. "Okay, but while we are talking, you will be changed into my clothes, comfy, and finishing off these fries," he compromised, holding up the McDonald's bag.
I nodded. "I'm completely fine with that. I'm not against relaxing, and eating," I assured him. Anything for my babies. Babies. Wow, still in shock here, but a good kind of shock.
"Good, now, up the steps," he somewhat demanded, pointing towards the stairs.
I held up my hands as if in defeat, and went up the steps. I changed into one of his white shirts, along with a pair of comfy black sweatpants, then put my hair up into a bun. He wore a white wife beater, and dark blue basketball shorts. When he came out of the bathroom, I was laying on the bed, facing the balcony after eating a little french fries, and drinking some applejuice. Troy already cleaned up the mess I made when I dropped things before we left.
I was laying on our bed when I felt him get into it from behind me. As soon as his arms wrapped around me from behind, I burst into tears. "Brie," he murmured against my cheek, holding me. He didn't say much more, and I didn't want to hear much more. I just needed to cry, I needed to get the weight off my shoulders I was feeling. It felt good to. Crying is, like, a step in the healing process.
As my crying slowed about five minutes later, I fell onto my back. Troy kissed the corners of my eyes. "I'm sorry," I apologized, letting him wipe away my tears. "I know you hate to see me cry," I got out in tearless sobs. He nodded silently. "I can't stop thinking about how I could have-"
"Don't start in the would haves, or what ifs. What happened, happened, we can't change it, and the outcome isn't all bad," he cut me off. "I'm okay, you're okay, our babies are healthy," he reminded me, his hand over my stomach as it usually is. I don't mind it when he does it. I nodded, wiping my face off myself now. "We're having two, how crazy wonderful is that?" he asked.
"Crazy wonderful?" I asked with a slight smile, thinking of our children.
"Don't make fun of my vocabulary Mrs English Teacher," he replied mock-warningly. I couldn't help but laugh a little. "The point is that what happened today happened, we can't change it, and we learned from it," he stated. "I shouldn't be an ass and stand on bad floors, and you have to eat and stay relaxed," he told me.
I nodded, sniffling. "That seems to be a habit with you, bad floors," I commented, my eyes feeling glassy from crying.
"I know," Troy agreed. "At the end of this, we know the fault is on both of our shoulders, equally," he informed me. "I shouldn't have got hurt, which stressed you out, and you need to stay hydrated, eating, and relaxed, at least when you can be. You are pregnant, your emotions are a little haywire," he mentioned.
I tried to move closer to him, I wanted to smell him, I wasn't sure why, I just had the urge to. "I wish this day never happened," I confessed, my eyes watering over again. "I don't want to cry," I mumbled, wiping my eyes.
"It's okay," Troy assured me in a soft, comforting voice, and pressed his lips to my forehead. I tried to stop the tears with no avail. I sobbed again a moment later, and Troy hugged me, our bodies a mass of limbs all intertwined.
"What's wrong with me?" I questioned into his ear mid-sob, holding onto him tighter than I should since he got hurt today. Being with him at the hospital with him in the bed instead of me seems like forever ago.
He was holding me close himself. "Nothings wrong with you, Gabriella, you're pregnant-"
"No, Troy, I'm-" I stopped, pulling away so I was laying on the bed again, and he was on his side, pressed against me. "I'm not talking about why I'm crying, I know it's because I'm over emotional, but I also know it's because I'm exhausted from everything that happened today, and I feel like I had a warning, and did nothing about it," I admitted.
He looked at me questioningly. "What are you talking about?" he wondered, his thumbs brushing away my tear tracks.
I answered when he was done. "I had a dream last night. What is it with me and dreams?" I asked aloud. "I had this dream, I was more pregnant than I am now, a couple more months. And, in the dream, you kept telling me it was okay that I couldn't do it, and I was confused. Then, there was this terrible pain in my stomach, like what I felt today. I was having a miscarriage, and-" I stopped again. "And, you said it was okay that I couldn't do it."
"It was just a dream," he reminded me.
"I know it was a dream, but why do I always have these dreams? I always have them of you getting hurt, and my past, and-"
"Hey," he interrupted me, kissing my temple. "You need to stay relaxed, okay?" he said soothingly, stroking my hair gently.
I nodded, sniffling, and tried to calm myself down. "I know," I muttered in a low tone.
"Baby, you know you always are in touch with your dreams," he started, looking at me with loving eyes, his free hand laying over my stomach, still. "On some level, you were probably thinking about it, or the thought crossed your mind more than a couple times," he said. "Dreams come out of no where sometimes, yours just seem to hone in on your fears," he stated.
I blinked, so tired that it wasn't fair because I got a lot of sleep. "I can't lose them, Troy," I told him, not denying it has crossed my mind. It has, I'll admit that. "We tried for so long, and want them so much, I love them," I went on. "I can't," I repeated.
"You didn't, and you won't," he reassured me. "I love them, too. They, whatever they are boys or girls, are our children, and we'll always protect them," he informed me.
"I'm supposed to right now, Troy," I spoke up. "It's my job, you help all you can, in every way you can, and I love you so much more than I thought someone could love anyone, but this is my job. I'm a woman, I have these parts, and this is what I am supposed to do. I just can't do it right. I know I'm obviously fertile, maybe a little over fertile since we have twins. Other than that, I suck at this, Troy. Something is wrong with me, something isn't right-"
"Don't say that," he ordered, stopping me. "I got hurt, I stressed you out, I made you not want to eat, hell, Gabriella, I got you pregnant," he told me. "Don't blame yourself, at least, it wasn't only you that caused this. Yes, you should have ate, okay? But, if I hadn't gotten hurt, I would have made you eat, you know it. You always blame yourself, and I hate it," he informed me.
My eyes left his, looking anywhere but at him. "I'm sorry," I squeaked, barely in a real voice.
"Don't be, baby, I'm not trying to," he didn't go on. He waited until my eyes were on his to finish. "I'm not trying to make you feel bad, I'm not, that is not what I want for you. I don't want you to blame yourself, I don't want you to feel bad, I don't want you to think this is your fault because of some dream that just happens to be a coincidence with what happened today," he told me. "Like I said earlier, what happened today, happened. We can't change it, but we can learn from it. This won't happen again, both us won't let it happen. I will not get hurt again while you're pregnant with these babies, I promise. I promise that this pregnancy from here on out will be normal for you."
I sighed. "This isn't your fault, either," I whispered.
"Okay. Then, let's stop doing this. Stop going over it, thinking about what could have happened, and accept what did happen. We found out you are carrying twins. We're bringing two babies into this world, you more than me. Do you realize how amazing that is?" he questioned.
"Of course I do," I assured him, resting one of my hands over his. "But, I'm scared," I confessed.
Troy kissed me. "Don't be," he demanded. "Nothing bad is going to happen, I promise, and I don't break my promises to you," he reminded me.
I nodded. "I believe you," I informed him, sniffling a little. I did, I do. "I love you so much, Troy," I stated.
"I love you more," he insisted, his forehead resting on mine. "I love all three of you," he said. I sent him a small smile. "You look so tired," he commented.
I let out a laugh that I didn't even know why I did it. "I am," I agreed, situating my pillow under me. "So do you," I mentioned.
"I am," he repeated.
I was about to move off the covers so we could both take a nap when a loud yell startled us both. "Troy Alexander Bolton!" my mother yelled from downstairs.
"Damn, I don't have the strength to even agree with her about how much an ass I am," he groaned, falling back onto the bed.
I smiled slightly, getting under the blankets. "I'll protect you," I stated. "She would never hurt her pregnant daughter," I assured him.
She finally made it to our bedroom. "You are so dead," she told him, looking rather scary.
"You can't kill him, then who would pay the bills on time?" I asked, cuddling into him.
"Thanks so much, babe," Troy replied, his arms wrapping around me. "You can go ahead and yell at me, Mom, I'm listening," he encouraged her. "I'm just going to make sure Gabriella, who is carrying your grandchildren, is comfy," he added. Oh, my boy is so smart.
My eyes were closed, but I heard footsteps. "Okay, first of all you're an- wait," she already stopped. "Children?" she questioned.
I nodded. "Mm-hm," I agreed sleepily.
"After a series of unfortunate events, we had to go the hospital twice today, and everyone in this room is fine. Especially the twins," he told my mother.
My mother was silent for a second before speaking, which made me open my eyes. "Do not think I am not staying with you two for a while, and I have to call Lucy."
xoxo
(Beginning of her tenth week, end of the ninth)
xoxo
"Troy!" I screamed, holding onto my stomach on Christmas Eve.
I heard him running. "What?" Troy asked, appearing in our bedroom door, a little out of breath.
"I think I have a bump!" I exclaimed, turning to him, and pointed at my stomach. "Okay, I would call it a teeny tiny bump," I corrected.
"That is what you are yelling about?" he questioned. "You scared the hell out of me," he stated.
I smiled as he walked towards me. "Sorry," I apologized. "Do you think there is one? Both my sisters said they could tell they were showing by their thirteenth week, I'm only ten," I reminded him.
"Baby, I don't see anything," he replied, looking from my stomach to me. "I see you, standing in front of an open door with only a bra on when Tommy, Kara, Taylor, and Chad are all downstairs," he said. "And, Sharpay and Zeke and Junior are on their way."
I rolled my eyes. "No one was gonna come up here, who would want to watch me throw up?" I asked as he handed me my shirt, and I pulled it on. I'm wearing a pair of black pants, a white tank top, and a plaid shirt over top that a little more than half the buttons are done up on. Well, they are now that I just put it on. It's black and white plaid, with lines of light pink. Along, with gray comfy heel less boots that aren't on now. My hair was in curls because I didn't want to do anything with it this morning.
"You threw up?" he questioned back.
I nodded. "Uh, yeah. You miss a lot when all you are doing is talking to Chad and Tommy about what car I should be getting," I mentioned. "Don't worry, I feel better now. That was about ten minutes ago, I got caught up in looking at myself," I added.
Troy shook his head, grabbing my hand. "You need a new hobbie, come on," he urged, pulling on my hand.
"Well, I'm not in the mood to shop lately, and school has been out for a few days, and my mother cleaned the house top to bottom, what do you expect me to do?" I wondered as he led me downstairs. My mom finally left a few days ago in preparation for Christmas. I kinda forced her out, happily. She walked in on me and Troy having sex for the first time since I found out I was pregnant, claiming she heard a noise, and was worried. I knew she had to go after that. Thank God it was after my.. you know, or I might've went pregnant lady on her ass. I do love the women, though.
"Watch a movie, a movie that won't make you cry, or get you angry. A comedy, enjoy a comedy," he instructed, reaching the landing.
I frowned. "They make me pee my pants," I confessed. "I have to pee literally every twenty minutes, too much laughter, and having to pee does not mix," I stated, not at all feeling embarrassed. He's my husband, he wants to know these things.
He sighed. "Fine, keep trying to find a bump that is not there," he mumbled. "You're not even ten weeks yet, the tenth week starts in two days," he reminded me.
Spoil sport! "Well-"
"Gabi!" Sharpay shouted seeing me, and I smiled, meeting her for a hug. "I heard you were puking your guts up," she commented, letting me go. "Let me see," she ordered, pulling at my stomach.
I smiled wider, lifting up my shirts. "Troy says he doesn't see anything," I informed her.
She was bent down as if she was inspecting me. Troy walked by, dropping a kiss onto my head as he did, along with his hand sliding across my butt, to rejoin his car conversation. "I don't see anything either," she concluded, straightening up. "That's good, the longer it takes you to show, the better, trust me," she said.
I nodded. "I know, I'm dreading it and excited for it at the same time," I admitted. "Where is my godson?" I asked her.
"Being passed around," she told me, looping her arm through mine to walk through the house. "He's actually getting sleepy, so you better get to him quick," she stated.
"Too late," Kara spoke up, Junior passed out in her arms already as she sat down on the couch.
I frowned. "Unfair!" I exclaimed, crossing my arms. Taylor laughed, being the closest to us. The guys are outside, at Troy's new grill he loves so much, grilling because of me. I was in the mood for Troy's cheeseburgers. No one makes them like Troy does, he seasons them perfectly, and all that. They are amazing, being the pregnant person that I am, he is outside making them. At least it's warm by the grill. "Excuse me for being pregnant, geez," I grumbled, sitting down on the recliner.
"I didn't see the whole glowing thing when I was pregnant, but I see it on you," Sharpay told me, picking Junior up with skill only a parent would have, and went to put him to sleep in the small unflolding bassinet type thing they always bring with them.
"I saw it," Taylor informed her when she came back.
I nodded. "Me, too," I agreed, crossing my legs Indian style.
"What are you craving?" Kara questioned, very interested.
"Today? Twix," I answered.
She looked sad. "Ugh, I knew he said Brie not eat," she mumbled, handing me a bag. "Sorry, Taylor and I ate five," she apologized.
I opened the bag. A whole bunch of Twix were in it. "I love him so much," I said aloud to no one in particular, taking one out, then ripped it open. "I am so hungry, you have no idea," I muttered with my mouth full.
They laughed. "Did you hear that Troy and Gabriella's parents missed their plane yesterday because they were busy, if you know what I mean," Taylor mentioned, sipping her drink.
Kara and Sharpay both bust out laughing. I swallowed. "Tay! You said you wouldn't tell anyone!" I reminded her. "They only people who know are us because it's weird, and awkward, and wrong," I said mid-chew shuddering at the thought.
"How did you find out?" Sharpay wondered as she stopped laughing.
"I was upset that they won't be here until tomorrow afternoon now. I was talking to my dad, and he accidentally admitted it during an apology," I answered. "Apparently you can't lie to hormonal pregnant women," I commented with a shrug. "Are they almost done out there? Seriously, I'm so hungry," I whined, my stomach grumbling.
Sharpay nodded, swallowing the liquid in her mouth. "So was I," she agreed.
"Good God, girl, will you stop comparing yourself to Gabriella?" Taylor asked. "Your pregnancies are nothing alike. You were a little nauseous at the end of your first trimester, she's throwing up all day every day, that is, when she's not eating or sleeping. Hell, you didn't even know you were pregnant until practically your second trimester. You were only getting hungry all the time around your fifth month, she's hungry now. She's pregnant with twins, you only had one," she went on.
Sharpay gave her a friendly glare, if there is such a thing. "You don't have to be so mean about it," she replied.
"I can't picture it," Kara announced, speaking up. "I can't picture you, pregnant with twins, in your eighth month. You're petite, and tiny, our own little munchkin. Soon, you'll be wobbling around.." she started in, and I wasn't so hungry any more. I was going to eat, hell yes, but I wasn't as hungry now. "I had this friend in college who was pregnant with twins. She was as small as you, and after she gave birth, her skin was so stretched, it just layed there as dead skin.." she was still talking.
I frowned, putting the bag down. I don't want some gross dead skin! "Kara, you're scaring the girl! You know how emotional she is," Taylor scolded. I feel like I'm five.
Sharpay nodded. "Yeah, hunny, you'll be fine. Serena isn't like that, and she's about as small as you," she assured me. "She worked out some throughout her whole pregnancy, and put that good lotion on every night, her stomach is just as skinned as it ever was," she reminded me. Skinned? I won't point out that that verb did not belong in that sentence.
"But, I'm smaller than Serena," I told her. "She's more Mexican than I am somehow. She's curvy, she has normally big boobs, and curves!" I repeated. "Who is going to want to have sex with some fat girl with dead skin?" I wondered.
"You won't be fat," Kara insisted. "My friend, she was smaller than you, and she was having boys, and she gained more weight than they wanted her to. You'll be fine," she reassured me.
Tommy walked in after, I grabbed him as he passed. "You, would you still want Kara if she had dead skin?" I questioned him, gripping into his shirt.
"Uh-uh. I have been ordered not to answer any of your pregnancy-driven questions," he responded, trying to pull away.
I tugged him closer. "I don't care, it's an easy question-"
"Brie, what are you doing to him?" Troy wondered, walking in, making me let go.
"Will you have sex with me when I have dead skin?" I asked him, ignoring Tommy who was claiming I ripped his shirt.
Troy was confused as he walked over to me, Chad and Zeke behind him, both carrying platters of burgers. They smelled so good. "What?" he wondered, holding a hand out to me. "Yes, I would, aren't you hungry?"
"You don't even know what I mean!" I accused, getting up. Everyone else was already going to grab food.
"It doesn't matter, I'll always want to have sex with you, whatever the hell you mean or not," he replied, kissing me.
I was unsure. "Are you sure? Because soon enough I'll be big, and huge, and-"
"Beautiful," he finished for me. "Yes, you'll be big, but you'll be that because you're pregnant with my children, do you realize how much of a turn on that is?" he questioned me.
I shrugged. "No," I mumbled.
He cupped my face. "Well, it is," he whispered, kissing me again. "I think you should go get something to eat before they clean us out," he added lowly.
My eyes brightened. "Hey! I called first!" I called out, grabbing Troy's hand to lead him into the kitchen.
I woke up the next morning by bobbing up and down. "Brie," Troy kept repeating.
I made an annoyed face, and buried deeper into my pillow. He kept saying my name over and over again like a five year old. "Oh, my God, man, what?" I questioned angrily, moving onto my back to face him after I found out that he was on his knees above me.
"It's Christmas," he stated simply, in fact, he looked like I was stupid. "Duh," he mumbled.
"Troy, it's," I looked over at the clock. "Nine?! You woke me up at nine?" I asked him, madder now.
He shook his head. "No, I woke you up at nine fourteen, convenient, huh?" he replied, thinking he was so smart. "My number."
"Troy, baby, I love you, and I love that you act like you're ten on Christmas morning, but Santa does not exist anymore. Our presents will still be down there in two hours. Now," I went back to lay down.
"Brie," he whined, making me sigh. "I can't open anything without you," he stated childishly, frowning. "Come on, it's Christmas morning!" he said again.
I nodded, rubbing my eyes. "I know, sweetie, I do. But, we had sex last night, and I'm tired," I reminded him. We still make love from time to time, but it is way less frequent since I'm either tired, or nauseous, or plain just not in the mood.
He waved me off. "You fell asleep at one thirty!" he said. "It's nine twenty now, you're fine. You can take a nap at your mom's, which is where we are due at noon, remember?" he asked.
I groaned. "Fine!" I agreed, I'm awake now anyways. "You have to get off of me so I can get up," I told him.
"First, raise your arms," he requested, one of his shirts in his hands for me to put on. Oh, right, naked. I did as I was told, and the shirt slipped on. "And," he started, holding up underwear on a finger so it swung back and forth. It was lacy, booty underwear, on of his favorites on me.
I couldn't help but laugh. "How long have you been awake?" I wondered, ripping it from him to put on underneath the covers.
He shrugged. "Dunno. I fell asleep around two-ish, and woke up a little bit ago. Your hair was covering the clock, and I didn't want to wake you up by looking. So, I layed with you for a while. Finally, I really had to pee, so I moved, and you kinda groaned, but didn't wake up, so I figured that I was good, and I peed," he informed me.
"Thanks for the detail," I responded sarcastically, making a move to get up.
He was so excited it was adorable. He pulled on my hand once I was standing. "Come on," he urged when I didn't move.
"I have to pee, too, wait a minute," I said, letting his hand go.
We made our way downstairs about five minutes later after I peed, and brushed my hair. I didn't feel sick yet, and prayed I stayed this way. Thanksgiving was horrible. Troy and I put a five gift restriction on each other, but the cost didn't matter. Our tree is up in the corner of the room a good-ways away from the fireplace. It took us hours to find the perfect tree. We went around for hours at the live tree sale, and I would not stop until we found the perfect one. When I finally did, we came home and decorated it. We had to get ornaments, too. There is one of us in a small silver frame, a picture of us smiling, and happy from our honeymoon, the others are the normal ornaments. It looks awesome, I spent a long time perfecting our tree.
"Mine first, mine first!" Troy insisted, sitting me down on the end of the couch, and brough the ottoman over so he could sit in front of me. Then, he went under the tree, and grabbed a box to give to me.
I smiled, and kissed his cheek before opening it. It was a necklace, a necklace with a red stone hanging off of it. The chain was silver, along with the boarder of the stone. "It's beautiful," I breathed, touching my finger to it.
Troy ran his hand up and down the back of my arms as I held the box. "It's a ruby birthstone," he informed me. I looked from the necklace to him. I opened my mouth to speak, but he did first. "You're born in November?" he questioned. I nodded. "I know," he said. "It's the birthstone for the month of July, the same month the twins are due," he explained.
"Aw, Troy," I cooed, leaning forward to kiss him.
He held me close, and kissed me deeply for a moment. "I was thinking, I could do this every time you get pregnant, give you the birthstone of the baby's month. This one is necklace, but I can get you bracelets, rings, earrings, whatever," he told me.
I kissed him again. "I love it, I'll wear it every time I can," I stated, running my thumb over it. "What about you?" I asked him.
He shrugged. "I get the luxury of seeing you wearing it," he replied. His hand came up to cup my cheek.
"It's perfect," I assured him, kissing him again. "I have red pants I'm going to wear today, so I can wear this," I started to ramble. After a minute or so, I stopped, kissed him again, and closed the box because I can't wear it until after my shower.
Troy and I put a five gift limit on each other, but the money didn't matter (Troy's rule). "Alright," I went over to the tree, and grabbed Troy's first gift. I sat back down in front of him.
"You know, that was a good view when you bent down," he mentioned as I handed him the small box. I went to take it back. "Hey! No take backs!" he exclaimed.
I stuck my tongue out at him. "You're being mean!" I reminded him.
He kissed me softly. "I'm sorry, but it's true, you have a nice ass," he responded, pulling the blue bow apart, and opened the gift. Inside it was a watch, a nice watch.
"I know you don't wear one that often, only when me and you go out on nice dates like for anniversaries. But, the one you have know, the only one you have now, is your grandfather's, and I know you don't like to wear it because you're scared you'll break it. So, I gave you this one so you can wear it when we go out, and one day you can pass down your grandfather's watch to one of our sons," I told him.
Troy smiled at me, then down at the watch. "It's perfect," he repeated me from a few minutes ago, and kissed me. He got greedy, and opened another gift. This one a new pair of original converse because he was complaining a little while back that his were getting too worn out and uncomfortable. His third gift was a shirt box full of new plaid shirts I knew he would look sexy in. He still builds muscle periodically, and some of his shirts are tight on his arms, also something he mentions to me. I'm a girl, I take these things seriously. His forth was a new pair of Aviators, a good pair, because he broke his.
In return, he got me a purse I had been wanting (a tip from Sharpay, I knew, but didn't care). He also got me a new coffee maker seeing as our other one recently broke. It was a nice one, too, it made me squeal and hug him for five minutes straight. The present I am opening now is a ring box. But, there wasn't anything it besides a folded piece of paper. I threw him a questioning glance.
"Don't be like that, open it," he instructed, rubbing my knee.
I did as I was told. It was a note. "'I, Troy Bolton, here by swear-'" I stopped, laughing. He grinned at me. "'Swear to give my beautiful wife Gabriella input on car selection when the time comes. I will really listen when she has opinions even though she knows nothing about cars, she can even pick the color.' Signed, Troy Bolton," I read aloud. I laughed and pecked him on the lips. "I love it," I said while still laughing a little. "And, my car is so going to be blue," I informed him.
He laughed. "I figured," he replied as I folded the note back up. "Gimme my last present," he ordered childish, holding his hands out.
I made a face. "Fine!" I exclaimed, slapping an envelope into his hand. He smiled widely, ripping it open.
He pulled out a picture of a motorcycle, and a key. His face lit up. "You didn't!?" he said excitedly.
"I didn't," I assured him, causing him to get let down. "But, I did talk to Riley at the junkyard, and found an old beat up one. It needs some fixing it up, but it's all yours," I informed him. "I'm sure your experienced hands can handle that," I commented.
"So you did!" he responded happily. "This is the best gift ever!" he stated, clutching the key into my hand. "I love you," he told me, and pressed his lips to mine.
I laughed a little. "I know you've always wanted one, and you love fixing stuff, so there you go," I rephrased as he practically jumped up and down in his seat. "I figured you could do this when I'm more pregnant and crazy, and you need to get out of the house without literally getting out of the house," I mentioned.
"Will you ride with me?" he questioned, grabbing my hand.
"That death trap? Not now, it doesn't even have wheels now. But, hell yes after the twins are born," I assured him. "And, you know, I lost most of my pregnancy weight," I added.
He waved me off. "Whatever you say, it's not like a few more pounds would kill you," he said, still happy he has an old, crappy motorcycle. I gave him a look. "Baby, I love all of you more than anything, literally seeing as our children are still inside you, and I'm not saying you're too skinny, you're not, but a little more weight on you wouldn't be bad. You'd still be sexy, and all that. You ever weigh less than you do now, and we got a problem, that's not healthy," he explained.
I shook my head, and kissed him. "Okay, now, Mister, I want my last present," I informed him, holding my hands out.
"First," he started, putting the key on the coffee table. "This isn't your last gift, more like a gift for the babies," he told me. I nodded. He handed me a box to open. I did. It had two name plates in it, along with four ribbons, two pink, two blue. "I was thinking, when we know what they are, and what their names are, we can engrave them and use them as ornaments ever year," he said. "We have a picture of us up there, we should make if a family thing."
I smiled at the box, then him. "It's a great idea," I agreed, kissing him. "You're really creative, you know," I told him. "All this stuff, with the note, and the necklace, and this," I listed off. "Artistic guys are kinda hott," I commented. "Well, anything you do is hott," I sighed. "You're just stuck being sexy, Troy Bolton," I stated.
"I think I can leave with that," he responded, smiling. "And, thank you," he added. "Now, for your last gift, take this," he said handing me a small box again. "And, close your eyes," he finished. I scoffed. "Brie, it's for, like, two minutes, just do it," he pleaded.
I sighed, and closed my eyes. A minute or two passed by without me peeking, and I was bored. Finally, I heard Troy back in the room, and him sit down. "Can I open my eyes now?" I asked, annoyed.
"Yes," he answered, and I did. A yellow lab puppy was in his arms, practically asleep.
I cooed. "Troy!" I exclaimed, taking her in my arms, and she nuzzled into the warmth I provided. "She's so cute! What's her name? Do I get to name her? When did you get her?" I questioned.
Troy laughed, petting her. "Well, she's a he," he started off. Oh. "No, you don't get to name him, I already did, and he's already used to it," he answered. "Open the box to find out what it is," he said.
I opened it. It was a collar for him, and the name tag said Mickey on it. "Mickey?" I asked, and he nodded. He took the collar out, and clipped it onto the sleepy puppy. "So, our animals are Mickey and Minnie?" I laughed.
He laughed, too. "Uh-huh," he assured me. "I didn't go with MJ because I'm gonna persuade you to name one of our children Micheal Jordan Bolton," he stated.
"Oh, baby, have fun trying," I challenged, kissing Mickey's head.
"I got him a little less than week ago, he's been at Tommy's," he told me. "I've been in the process of getting him for a few weeks now, though," he mentioned.
I smiled from the puppy to Troy. "I love him, thank you," I replied, holding him close.
We brought Mickey with us to my mom's. I wore my necklace with a pair of red pants, and a white shirt that had a v-neck, and sleeves that went to my elbows. I did my hair normally, leaving it in curls, and but tamed them a little. I put on black gladiator heels with it, along with a black coat. I actually took time on my make up, too. I felt pretty good this morning, only throwing up once after breakfast, but felt better after. Troy styled his hair a little, with my help, spiking the front in a modern way with a swish, making it look good. He wore a black sweater with spaced one white lines horizontally across it, and a pair of new dark jeans with his new converse.
"Will you stop eating?" Belle asked me as I chewed, making me glare. "There will be nothing left in this kitchen if you keep going like this," she said, taking the chips away from me.
"Mami! Belle won't let me eat!" I taddle-taled, pointing at her.
Belle sighed. "Isabelle," my mother threatened from the dining room.
"Big baby," she called me, giving them back to me.
I nodded. "Big baby carrying two babies," I agreed, eating some more.
"Big baby whose husband gives the best gifts," Belle carried on. "Ben got me lingerie," she told us.
"Oh, Kris got me some," Serena spoke up from her magazine at the island.
Belle rolled her eyes. "The point is that I cared, you wanted it. You asked him for it, you told him your size and all that," she reminded her. Serena shrugged. "I wanted something meaningful," she whined.
"He gave you six kids, what more do you want? Wait, you don't want more do you?" Serena asked, lifting her head.
Belle shrugged. "Not now, in a few years, maybe. We have a big enough house," she answered. "I love having a big family," she cooed.
"I'm stopping at four, once that happens." Serena made a pair of scissors with her fingers.
"He's getting a vasectomy?" I asked, surprised.
Serena nodded. "Hell yes, whether he wants to or not. This family is way to fertile to take chances," she replied. "If he wants to see me in anything remotely sexy, or naked, he'll do it," she stated.
"I wouldn't do that to Troy," I mumbled through my mouthful of food.
Belle smiled at me. "Oh, sweetie, you'll think differently after you've given birth," she assured me. "Are you taking drugs during the birth?" she asked me.
I nodded continuously. "Yeah, yes, yep, hell yes," I agreed. "I have seen enough of you two doing it to not to," I said.
They laughed as Tara ran into the kitchen. "Grandpa and Lucy are here! Presents!" she stated, grabbing Serena's hand, and tugged. My sister's and I made our way out to the living room where Lucy wouldn't let Troy go because of the events about two weeks ago.
"Ma," Troy said as he tried to pull away. "Mom," he repeated, sighing. "I'm fine- look, there's Gabriella. She's carrying your grandchildren, go hug her," he suggested.
Lucy wouldn't let go of me for more than five minutes. Troy finally pried her away so I could hug my dad, then Tara and all the other kids wouldn't stop demanding we open presents. It took a while to get through them all, seeing as everyone got everyone else at least one thing, besides the kids who made a few homemade stuff. Over all, I got some new clothes, books, CDs, and accessories. Troy got some good stuff, too, mostly having to do with sports or cars, except my sisters who got him clohes. After, people scattered, either going to the bathroom, to talk with someone else, or to get a snack. The kids went running after Mickey. Our mom's told us to stay put, so we did.
"We got you two a joint gift," my mother informed us, a wrapped package in her arms.
Lucy nodded. "And, don't start in on how we already got you two something, this didn't cost that much, but we know it will mean a lot to you," she added.
"Open it, then we'll explain," my mom ordered. I took the package, slapping Troy's hand away, making him frown.
I stuck my tongue out at him. "I wanna do it," I stated, opening it. He rolled his eyes at me, and watched closely over my shoulder. It was a silver picture frame with a velvet back, I knew this because I opened it upside down.
"I could have done better," Troy teased, and I lightly elbowed him. "Meanie," he whispered in my ear.
I flipped it over, ignoring him mocking me. It was a picture of me when I was little and... Troy. I looked up at our moms. "Is this photoshopped?" I questioned, looking at us. We were little, maybe six or so, sleeping on what looked like a blanket. My long, dark hair was spilling over my shoulder as I slept, and my head was on Troy's chest as I curled into him. His small arms were around me, like we were cold. We looked peaceful.
"Nope," Lucy answered easily, smilling at us.
"But, we didn't meet until we were seventeen," he reminded her, one of his hands holding the picture, too. "Right?" he asked, unsure.
"Well," my mother started. "Troy, you guys lived here until you were eight," she said, and looked to Lucy for confirmation, who nodded. "Lucy and I didn't know each other then, but we ran into each other once, and realized we had kids the same age, you two," she went on.
Lucy nodded, again. "Yeah, so we set up a play date. We took you guys to the park," she carried it on. "We thought you two would get along because you are both so sweet, but," she stopped.
"What?" I wondered, intrigued.
"You guys hated each other," my mother admitted.
Lucy laughed. "You threw sand in her hair," she said to Troy.
I gasped dramatically. "You big meanie," I name called, leaning away for effect.
"I was a very misunderstood child," Troy insisted, pulling me back to him.
"Don't get into sorrys, Troy, she kicked you in the shin, then pushed you down," my mother spoke up.
He mimicked my gasp. "Bully!" he stated.
I laughed. "I was a tomboy!" I reminded him. "You can't grow up with that many brothers being mean to you and not fight back," I urged.
"We got sick of your bickering, it was constant," Lucy started up again, shaking her head. "So, we put you on a blanket with food, hoping that would shut you up. It did, as Maria and I got to talking, and you two were silent, we just thought you were pouting."
"But you weren't," my mom picked up. "You were both asleep, cuddled into each other. We took a picture, and decided not to get you two together again," she said. "We spoke a little after that, then you guys moved, and we completely lost touch until you moved back," she finished.
"How old were we?" I asked, eying the photo.
"The summer before you guys turned seven, so six," Lucy answered. "Maria and I were talking the other day, and I remembered. She hoped she still had the picture somewhere," she also answered my unasked question.
Our mother's left a minute or so after that, leaving us alone. I turned to Troy. "Baby, we knew each other," I cooed, kissing him.
He smiled, resting his forehead on mine. "We hated each other," he corrected. "I'm sorry I threw sand in your hair," he apologized cutely.
I giggled, clutching the picture. "I'm sorry I just kinda hurt you in general," I replied, kissing his cheek. I glanced back down at the picture. "We have to put his in the nursery," I stated, holding it away so we could both see it.
Troy ran a thumb over my face in the picture. "I think that is where it belongs."
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