Here is the next chapter. Thanks so much for the reviews!
I love writing these two, new story or not. (I'm actually a little stuck in the new story, as I knew I would be)
Anyways, here it is!
25 Weeks Along - About 6 1/2 Months
Named Road to Joy more because of the song title fitting than the song. It's Road to Joy, by Brand New.
I really have to pee. Like, badly. As much as I love Chad and Taylor, and as much as I love looking at my husband stand up there next to Chad for his wedding (he looks really good in his tux), I may have to run out of this church, or at least to the bathroom because I REALLY have to go. My wedding ceremony went fast, at least in my eyes, did it take this long? If I didn't have to pee so much, I would probably be getting sentimental, and close to crying like normal women.
"Hang in there, Gabs," Zeke whispered reassuringly, knowing my situation. I told him, I really do have to go. Junior is in his lap, facing me, and keeps touching my belly. It's cute. He's almost (a little farther away than almost) a year old, and all he knows is that there are babies in there. He wants to play with them. He wants to play with anyone.
"Baby," Junior garbled. It sounded more like bah-bee in baby speak.
Zeke smiled. "Sh, buddy," he said to his son, bouncing him on his knee.
I leaned back in my pew, crossing my legs as best as I could. It's about mid-April, and right now, Chad and Taylor are getting married. Taylor looks beautiful in her gold gown. Chad looks handsome in his tux, and all they see is each other. (Taylor's so close to crying up there, as is Chad.) Sharpay is next to Taylor, wearing her red dress, looking wonderful as well, Kelsi beside her. Ryan is across from Kelsi, next to Troy.
My stomach is huge now, but I love it. I love feeling the twins kick, and move (which I feel daily), and I can't wait for them to be here. Only a little while longer, we're almost in the home stretch. I don't have any stretch marks yet, thank God for bio-oil. I've been gaining an adequate amount of weight, so Dr. Hastings is proud. I'll go on a walk, more of a stroll, once in a while, but it works up a sweat. I lift a little, a very little, off and on, more off than on, too. But, other than that, I eat, pee, put my feet up, and grade papers. I've gained twenty seven pounds so far, but I don't care. Once the babies come out, along with all the gross afterbirth stuff, it won't be that much, and it's worth it for my little babies. I'd do anything for them.
"Did they just say 'I do'?" I questioned Zeke, perking up. See, I'm watching. I sat up, making Junior's hand slide up my stomach a little. I'm wearing a dark purple silky dress that shows off my big boobs well, but not too well, and has straps. I'm wearing a black cover up with it now, though. It stops right at my knees, hugging my pregnant body (which, I think looks pretty damn good). I'm wearing black heels with it, and it makes me so thankful that I brought black flats to wear as soon as we get to the reception. My hair is up in a clip with a few hairs framing my face.
Zeke nodded. "Uh-huh. As soon as they walk down the aisle, you go for the bathroom, I'll tell Troy where you are," he assured me.
"I love you, Zeke," I mumbled, sitting up more. After another minute, that did make me a little weepy, Chad and Taylor kissed, followed by practically running down the aisle.
"Hallelujah!" I exclaimed, getting up with the help of Zeke, then went as fast as I could for the bathroom, not caring if there was a line to get it, I'm pregnant, I get first dibs.
As I came out of the bathroom a few minutes later, Troy was leaning against the wall across from it, his jacket already off, and tie loose. "I hate uncomfortable tuxes," he stated, pushing off the wall. "You alright?" he questioned.
"Now," I answered with a nod, taking his hand when he offered it. "I had to pee sooo bad," I informed him, smiling. "You looked good up there," I added.
He smiled back at me. "Thanks. You look great in general," he complimented me with a kiss. "Besides, I knew you had to pee, I know your pee face," he admitted.
I let out a laugh. "That's interesting," I commented. "Are we gonna get to the reception or not? Taylor promised me good food, and I am getting hungry," I reminded him.
"I'd never deny you food," Troy replied, leading me out of the church.
"How does it feel?" I asked Chad about an hour later as we danced. It took him a while to get through Taylor's family, and his family, plus Sharpay and Kelsi. It's now my turn.
Chad smiled. "To be married? Good so far. I'll answer it again in about two months when Taylor and I are fighting," he joked as we swayed. It's all I really can do. I'm still wearing those damn heels. "I can't wait to go on the honeymoon," he mentioned. They are going to Flordia tomorrow, then getting on a cruise.
"That is a lot of fun," I agreed with a smile back at him. I still vividly remember Troy and I's honeymoon in Hawaii, a trip that we vowed to take again after a couple years, and a couple kids.
"Ella, I'm not going to lie," he started. "You look like you're about to pop," he confessed.
I laughed, looking down, "I do, don't I?" I questioned. "Still about two months or so to go," I reminded him. "I'm likely to go into labor before my due date," I said in case he forgot.
"I know," he responded. "So, when are you going to tell us the godparents?" he wondered.
I gave him a look. "Chad, you know we're going to announce the godparents as soon as the babies are born," I repeated for the fifth time tonight. I've heard it from Sharpay, Taylor, him, a brother, and my sister. My family was invited, too, because Taylor was practically a member of the family when we were growing up.
The truth is that we still have no idea who we want. My sister's have only ever made a sister a godmother, is it right for me to choose a friend? Then again, Sharpay chose Troy and I over Ryan and Kelsi, when Ryan is family. Ryan is promised next baby, and didn't really mind because unfortunately he couldn't make it for the christening anyways, which is why I think we were chosen. We taped it, re-enacted it, everything for the next time we saw him. Really, we did. Then again, we want the godparents to be a couple in themselves, just because it's easier that way. We're stuck.
"Fine, then, I'm still on Troy's side to name the boy Micheal Jordan," he said childishly.
I rolled my eyes. "I don't care about Troy's side, this boy's first name will begin with the letter T, and his initials will be TAB," I replied.
"True, but I am up for Micheala Jordana for the girl," Troy broke in, standing next to us.
I shook my head. "Nope," I merely said.
"I need my wife back because yours needs you. She's been trapped by your grandmother," Troy informed Chad.
His eyes went big. "Grandma Danforth or Williams?" he questioned.
"Williams," Troy answered. "She caught me three times, I'm still not sure how I am her grandson when I am white," he commented.
I laughed a little. "Dude, she remembers you from hanging out with me so much when we were kids," Chad told him.
"I get that, but she really does think I am your brother, man," Troy stated. "She called me little Troy Danforth," he admitted.
Chad and I laughed. "I need to go save Taylor," Chad said before running off.
"So, you up for a dance, or do you want to sit down?" Troy asked, standing in front of me.
I stepped up to him. "That depends on your definition of dance," I responded.
"Mm," he pretended to think about it. "Me standing here with you leaning on me," he informed me.
"Then, I'm up for a dance," I answered, wrapping my arms around his middle. I settled my head on his shoulder, my eyes closing.
His hands locked a round my waist, holding me up with ease. "How you feeling so far?" he questioned after a comfortable minute of silence.
I let out a content sound. "Fine," I assured him. "A little tired, a little hungry, I'm gonna have to pee soon," I listed off, making him chuckle in my ear before he kissed my neck lightly.
"I'll consider that good," he concluded softly, rubbing circles on the bottom of my back.
I nodded against his neck, smelling him. I still love the smell of him. "It is- ow," I commented, pulling away a little with a hand on my side.
"Baby kick?" Troy guessed, a hand on mine for a moment.
"Yep," I answered. "A kidney, pretty hard, too. I swear, these kids are gonna be on the soccer team," I joked, moving to lean back against him. These babies, or at least one of them, is a big kicker. "Or, a kicker for the football team."
Troy's arms went around me again. "If they want," he replied. Troy doesn't care if they play basketball or not, they can do what they want to do. I am a little against cheerleading, not gonna lie. "I kinda wish I knew what their kicks felt like on the inside," he mentioned.
I smiled. "Well, we can call Tommy over here, I'll punch him as hard as I feel it was, and he can hit you in the kidney a couple times," I suggested.
"I'll stick to feeling it when they kick the outside parts," he settled.
I kissed his neck this time. "I thought so," I responded, getting comfortable again.
The next day as Troy got dressed, and I layed on the bed with my feet up, something came to me. "I feel old," I stated, getting up on my elbows. Troy worked the late shift last night, and it was busy, so he woke up late today, which is Friday, and I had a half day. When I got home, it woke him up. Mickey jumped over Troy's face and came running for the steps, knowing it was me, or so I have been told. I think Troy embelished a little.
Troy buttoned his jeans. "Brie, we're twenty four," he reminded me, looking through his dresser drawers for a shirt now. His hair is wet, and his chest looks sparkly. It's a nice sight.
"I know," I said as he pulled on a gray shirt. "But, I feel old," I repeated. "We hardly go out anymore," I told him.
He crawled over to me on the bed, getting on his side next to me. "Well, you're six and a half months pregnant with twins, you really want to go a bar or club?" he questioned.
"No," I answered. "I mean, we go out to eat, all the stuff like that, but I want to do something fun and spontaneous," I confessed.
"You're not gonna, like, go into labor now just for that reason, are you?" he asked, totally serious. Tommy moment much?
I shook my head. "I don't consider two babies coming out of me exactly fun, that part will be hell, when it's over, that will be fun," I corrected. "Troy, you just said it yourself, we're twenty four, that is not old. Do you know what old is?" I wondered. "Fifty five! That is old, if that because of plastic surgery and other stuff," I said, yeah, you went to college alright. "That is another life time away from how old we are now," I answered myself. "You're off for the next two days, I'm off for the next two days, let's do something," I suggested, pulling on his shirt.
"Sex is fun and spontaneous, and knowing us, we can lock ourselves in here for two days doing it," Troy replied.
I rolled my eyes. "I want to leave!" I exclaimed, sitting up more. "We can have sex at some point, sure, but I want to do something," I said again, getting an idea. "Get packed," I ordered, making a move to get up.
"What? Gabriella, where are we going?" he wondered, stopping me.
I turned around. "On a road trip," I answered, going for my closet to get the luggage.
Troy was right behind me, blocking me from getting anything remotely heavy down. He practically pinned me against the wall. "You're six and a half months pregnant, where are we going?" he asked, a hand cupping my face.
"Arizona," I informed him. "Come on, if we leave now, we can make it to our parents around eight tonight," I told him. "Including the numerous bathroom breaks and food stops," I added. He gave me a look. "Please don't tell me how pregnant I am," I mumbled.
He kissed me. "For something fun and spontaneous you pick our parents house?" he wondered. Our parents moved in together last month.
I shrugged. "Yeah, it's not like we can do anything adventurous, I am pregnant," I answered matter-of-factly. "You can call Dr. Hastings, a two day trip will not be bad in anyway. I'll be sitting, I can even put my feet up on the dash!" I insisted. "Come on, Troy, seeing my Papi will be good for me," I said with a pleading face on. "And, I know your Mom would love to show us off," I added. "Plus, you can see some old friends!" He still didn't say anything, and I think I knew why. An old friend who lives there is He Who Must Not Be Named (Greg). After thinking about that, even I got second thoughts, but I wanted to see my dad and mother-in-law now. I don't have to see him, and if I do, well, I don't know. I'll hold Troy back. I'm past that piece of filth, he can go to Hell. "Baby, please," I pleaded, putting a pout on my face.
"Damn it," he swore, resting his forehead on mine. "Fine, but if I think you need a nap, or to eat, anything, you do as I say, deal?" he compromised.
I nodded. "Yes, sir," I agreed. "Now, get the bags down, I'll get some clothes ready," I ordered, slapping him on the butt on my way out.
I packed some comfy clothes, along with some nice ones in case we go out with our parents. It took more time than I thought, but an hour later, we were leaving the house. I had changed into a pair of comfy, white sweatpants, and a turquoise tank top that fit over my stomach easily. I paired it off with white flip flops, and put my hair up in a bun. Troy just threw shoes on, along with the aviators I gave him, and loaded the luggage in the car when I was done. I wouldn't let him pack, he's bad at it. Besides, I knew he was dying to call Dr. Hastings to make sure it was okay. He did, and I've been okayed.
Three hours into the trip we'd made one food stop, and three bathroom stops (we got snacks each time I went the bathroom), along with a few phone calls. Sharpay and Zeke were happy to take Minnie and Mickey for the weekend, Junior loves them. We told Vince we were going to Arizona to see them because I knew if I told my mother, she wouldn't be able to keep it to herself, and would call Lucy. Vince was ordered to call my mom after I called him, telling him we're there.
"Tanner?" I asked Troy, flipping through a baby names book with the radio low. My feet were up on dash as I promised, and a pillow was behind my head, making me super comfy, something I don't get too often.
Troy shrugged, watching the road. "Maybe," he answered. I put the name down on the maybe list we've been keeping. So far the names on it are Travis, Trevor, Tristan, and now Tanner. For the girls, we have one, one that Troy is pushing for. Carmen. I don't know about that one. We don't want the names to rhyme, but we want them to be alike, like Damon and Duncan, our nephews. They are alike, but don't exactly rhyme. Belle has an issue with rhyming. Eva and Evan, and Carla and Darla. They are all adorable, though.
"Can we fight more about Carmen now?" he questioned, changing hands on the steering wheel.
I sighed. "Troy, technically it's been vetoed, you just keep writing it down on the list," I reminded him.
"I want it, Brie," he replied. "What is so wrong with it? I ask you that every time, and every time you avoid the question, saying you don't like it when I know you do like your middle name," he went on.
"I like it as a middle name, not a first name," I responded, going through more T's. "Tucker?"
"No," he said immediately. He was quiet for a second or two. "I want Carmen," he repeated. "What is wrong with that name, Gabriella?" he questioned. "You want the boy named after me, fine. I want that, too, so we're making his middle name Alexander, and the first name with a T. You want our son named after me, so I want our daughter named after you, can't I have that?" he wondered.
I shrugged. "Fine, so we'll make her initials GCB like mine are," I suggested. "Oh, wouldn't that be cute, he'd have yours, she'd have mine?" I asked.
"No, I want her name to be Carmen Lucille Bolton, not something Carmen Bolton," he insisted.
Lucille? "Lucille?" I wondered.
He nodded. "Yeah, after my mom. Carmen is after you and my mom, so she would be after all the women in her family, besides her aunts," he explained.
"So, it wouldn't be Elizabeth?" I questioned.
"Where did you get that from?" he replied back in a slight laugh with a glance towards me. "Besides, Elizabeth is over used if you ask me," he commented.
I burrowed under my blanket some more. "I don't know," I mumbled.
"Oh, you know," he stated, one of his hands came over to to tickle me.
"Troy!" I exclaimed, laughing.
"Tell me where Elizabeth came from," he demanded. "Or, I'll do it again," he threatened.
I groaned. "Do you remember high school?" I asked him.
He smiled. "Seeing as it was only six years ago, I'm pretty sure I have some memories," he teased back, glancing at me again.
I rolled my eyes. "I meant the car accident. Remember when I had that crazy dream after, the dream that I died, and you married Britney?" I rephrased.
"I remember that you had a dream, but I don't remember the specifics. You died? I married Britney?" he let out a shutter. "Ewe," he muttered. They've met a total of twice in about six years, and we got into a big fight about it after we got back together. I don't like her, just like he'll never like Robbie.
I nodded. "Yeah, and you guys had a baby girl. You named her Carmen Elizabeth," I informed him. "I don't want to name out baby after your baby with her," I admitted.
"Seriously?" Troy questioned. "There is no Carmen Elizabeth, none. It's not fair that we can't name our daughter Carmen because of some wonky dream you had," he stated.
I shrugged. "Oh, well," I sighed. "I guess will just have to go back to the GCB thing, won't we?" I said, making Troy shake his head.
I fell asleep soon after because I was very comfortable in that seat. You gotta love new cars, right? When I woke up, it was four hours later, and Troy was still driving. It was about seven at night. I groaned, sitting up. "Hey, baby," he greeted, reaching over to squeeze my thigh lightly for a second. "Sleep good?" he asked.
I nodded. "Mm-hm," I answered, stretching a little. "I"m hungry," I informed him. "I have to pee, too," I added.
He chuckled. "I figured, we're getting off at the next exit, it's in four miles," he informed me. "Then, we'll be at our parents in a little less than an hour," he added.
I settled back against the seat. "Did you drive this whole time? No stops?" I questioned him.
"Yeah, I'm fine, though. I was entertained. You know that since you've been pregnant, you talk a little in your sleep?" he wondered.
"I do?" I asked, turning towards him. "Why didn't you tell me?"
He shrugged. "Dunno, didn't want you to stop, I thought if I did, you wouldn't anymore some how. I like listening to you dream," he confessed.
I yawned. "I don't like dreaming in general," I replied. "So, what'd I dream about?" I asked.
"Carmen," he answered with a smile. "It was cute, you were kinda talking like a toddler. You were like 'Carmen, no Elizabeth!' It was adorable," he stated. "It makes me think about how I know you want Carmen, and I want Carmen, you're just stubborn," he told me.
I glared. "I don't want Carmen, what I do want is Wendy's," I mumbled, turning on the radio. When we got there, Troy insisted on helping me out of the car. It's farther off the ground than I am used to. "I need to change when we are done," I informed him as we walked into the fast-food restaurant with our hands linked.
We made a rule that we will not get into really bad fights over baby names. "Why do you need to change?" he asked, stopping in front of the counter so we could look over the food before getting into line.
I shrugged. "I wanna look nice for when we see our parents, duh," I answered, looking over the menu. "I want a salad with ranch dressing. Oh, and french fries plus chicken nuggets so I can only not only put it on top, but eat them indivudually as well," I concluded. "Order for me, or at least get in line while I pee?" I questioned him.
Troy ran a hand through my hair. "Yeah, go on," he responded, dropping a kiss to my forehead.
"Gracias," I replied, rushing to the bathroom. We ate, and after I changed into a pair of dark fitted jeans, a yellow top, and black boots. The yellow top has straps, and the material over my boobs is silk, but the fabric flows over my belly in layers, nicely showing it off, but covering it well at the same time. I put on a black knit cover up over it so I wouldn't get chilly, and I knew Troy would say something if I didn't. The boots didn't have heels, so they were comfy. I re-did my hair, putting it up better, leaving a few hairs framing my face, like the wedding. I also put my make up back on.
I finally came out about twenty minutes later (a personal best while pregnant), and Troy looked downright bored. "You just set us back half an hour," he informed me, taking the bag from me.
I rolled my eyes. "Well, I did do it in a Wendy's bathroom, plus I am pregnant," I reminded him. "Doesn't that count for something?" I wondered.
"You do look beautiful," he responded. "Not that you don't normally-"
I kissed him. "I get it, let's go before we get more behind," I urged, pulling on his hand. I made it through a whole restaurant without one person touching my stomach. That's a first in a while.
We got on the road, and it was only half an hour before Troy brought it up again. "What do I have to do to get you to agree to Carmen Lucille?" he asked.
I sighed. "Forget it," I answered easily, my feet up with my watching the darkening landscape around me. It's getting pretty dark.
"Babe," Troy whined, looking over at me. "We have no other girl names, this is the only name we've come up with, and I like it. I want it. Not only would our daughter be named after her mother, but she's named after both of her grandmothers, I want that," he informed me. Carmen is my mother's middle name as well.
"I do not want our baby named after a dream baby you had with another woman," I stated. That even sounds stupid. I don't care, it's the way I feel. "So, I'm never going to agree to it, get over it," I went on.
"I didn't know of this dream baby! Okay, I did, but I forgot. I want our baby to be named Carmen Lucille Bolton, and until you agree, I won't agree to anything else," he told me.
I groaned, rubbing my face. "I'm stubborn, we both know this, and I do like the name, I do," I started, making him smile. "It just doesn't sit right with me that we would be naming our baby girl after-" I stopped when a baby kicked. I let out a noise, because it did kind of hurt.
"Kidney?" Troy asked.
I shook my head. "No, it's an outside one," I mumbled when a baby kicked again. I grabbed Troy's hand, and put it over the spot. He smiled widely as it kicked again. I have this theory, that the strong kicks are the boy, and the weaker ones are the girl. I get that it could be totally untrue, but it's what I think, so sue me. I can easily differentiate the kicks of hard and weak, and that was a weak one. "It's a sign," I whispered as the baby stopped, so I let go of Troy's hand.
Troy knows all about my theory. "What do you mean?" he questioned.
"I'm saying that we are talking about how I don't like this name, and as soon as I admit that I like the name, she kicks?" I guessed. "It's a sign," I repeated.
"Is it a sign that the baby wants to be named Carmen, or that she doesn't?" he asked.
I gave a slow nod. "I think she does, and who I am I to deny her the name she wants?" I responded, making him grin. "I have a request though," I added.
Troy held back his smile. "What?" he wondered.
"Can I spell it myself?" I asked him. "It will still be Carmen, but I don't want it spelled the same. She'll still be named after me, but she'll be her own person, too," I explained.
He reached over to take my hand. "I grant your request, go on," he said.
I laughed a little. I thought for a second before getting it. "Instead of C-A-R-M-E-N I want it to be C-A-R-M-I-N," I stated.
"Carmin Lucille Bolton?" he questioned.
I nodded. "Yep," I agreed.
"And, you won't change your mind?" he asked.
I shook my head. "No, I like it," I stated. "I want her to be named Carmin," I assured him.
He laughed a little, squeezing my hand. "I finally got my way, it took you long enough," he teased, not fighting the smile anymore.
I laughed. "Don't rub it in," I replied. Carmin (I think and hope) kicked again, but it didn't hurt as much, it was more of a nudge. "She did it again," I murmured, feeling the spot she hit.
"I don't want to tell anyone," Troy announced, putting his hand over the spot, too. "I want the names to be kept a secret until they are born," he said. "From everyone."
"Okay," I agreed again, leaning back in my seat. "One down, one to go," I mumbled, smiling to myself.
We walked up the steps to our parents house a little under half an hour later. Troy rang the doorbell. "She's going to freak, you know," he informed me. "She hasn't seen us since Christmas," he reminded me. "At least your dad saw us when Finn was born," he mentioned. Finn was born, he has Felix's dark hair, and our skin tone, but Jaymi's eyes. I wuv him. The godparents are Jaymi's sister, Jacqueline, and Alex. Alex is so excited because it's his first godchild.
"I know," I said, giddy.
Lucy opened the door, her hands full of money. Oh, take out? "How mu-" she stopped, the door open halfway. "Oh, my GOD!" she yelled, opening the screen door, and came barreling towards us.
Troy hopped into action, blocking her from me. "Ma, she's pregnant, you can't knock her down," he said, hugging her first.
Lucy hugged him a for a long moment, making her smile. "I know, I'm just excited," she replied, letting him go. "Gabi!" she exclaimed a hand on either side of my stomach.
I smiled at her again. "Hi, mom," I greeted, hugging her. "We thought, well I thought, we'd do a sneak attack," I answered her unasked question. "Besides, you haven't seen me blown up yet," I added.
"Oh, you are not blown up, if my son is telling you that, I'll kill him," she replied. "You're beautiful, and glowing, and perfect," she listed off.
I smiled. "He says those same things everyday," I assured her, hugging her again. "So, please don't kill him," I mumbled in her ear.
"Good, I raised him well," she stated, grabbing our hands. "Come on, Carlos is inside, he'll be so happy to see you, too," she said, pulling us in. "Carlos, you'll never guess who was at the door!" Lucy called in as she lead us through the house.
There were voices. "The delivery boy?" my dad asked sarcastically. I think it's the t.v. I hear.
"So, that is were you get it," Troy whispered, making me and his mother both smack him. "Ow!" he whined.
I stuck my tongue out at him. "I deal with baby movements, and kicks all day, one smack will not kill you," I assured him.
"No," Lucy answered, pulling us in. "Our children," she corrected him.
I smiled wider. "Papi!" I squealed, quickly going over to him.
He smiled just as I made it to him, hugging him tightly. His arms wrapped around me. "What are you doing here?" he asked, pulling away after a moment, and his hands rested on either side of my face.
"I was feeling old, so I decided to do something spontaneous, this seemed like the thing to do," I answered. "I had to talk Troy into it, but I won," I added.
My dad hugged me again, this time for longer. "It's so good to see you," he mumbled in my ear. "We were just talking about you," he informed me. "God, you look just like your mother when she was pregnant with the twins," he mentioned after.
I smiled at him. "Thanks," I replied. I knew it was a compliment. "We're here for the weekend, if that's okay," I told him.
"Of course it is," Lucy said from behind me. "If you were only here for the night, I might have to hurt you," she stated.
I laughed as Troy greeted my father. My phone rang in my pocket. I tugged it out. Vince. Oh, I forgot to call him. "Hi," I said into it.
"Are you there yet? Mami tried to call you a little while ago, the house phone, that is, and no one answered. She's on a rampage to find you," he informed me.
"You can tell her we're here. Why didn't she try our cells?" I questioned him just as Troy's phone rang. "Never mind," I added.
Vince laughed. "I'll call and tell Richard real quick," he offered.
I nodded. "Alright, Troy just answered, but you should call him anyways," I told him.
"Tell Papi I said hi, I miss him, and we all love him," he responded.
"I will," I agreed. "Bye, Vince, love you," I said.
There was a noise in his background. "Love you, too, Lala," he assured me. "Bye."
"So, was it just me, or did Mom have money for food? I may have just ate an hour ago, but I still have room for more," I stated, making them laugh. "Oh, Papi, Vince said he loves you, misses you, and hi," I told him.
Soon after, pizzafood arrived, and we ate in the living room while catching up. My dad promised to make Mexican food tomorrow, making me excited. No one makes authentic food like my parents. And, my grandparents, but half of them are dead, unfortunately. Also, aunt and uncles. Never the less, I was excited.
"Did you name both, or even one yet?" Lucy asked after we finished eating. I was sitting in the arm chair with my feet up (everyone's demand) and Troy was on the loveseat nearest to me. Our parents were sharing the big couch.
"Actually," Troy started, making his mom excited. "We did name the girl, but we're not saying anything," he confessed, causing her smile to turn upside down. "Don't hit me," he pleaded. I laughed, leaning back to try and get more comfortable. The more pregnant I get, the harder it is to get comfy. I don't sleep well anymore, but I try a lot.
My dad grinned at Troy's last sentence. "Are you waiting until you name the boy, too, or?" my dad left it open.
"Or," Troy and I answered together. "We're waiting until they are here to tell you all," I informed them.
Troy nodded. "Yeah, so no one can change our minds. It took me long enough to get her to agree to it," he finished. "She's stubborn," he stated, which made my dad nod in know.
It was about ten now. "Are you guys tired, yet? We have to get your bags in, and I have to show you your room," Lucy reminded us.
"I'm over six months pregnant with twins, I'm always tired," I replied, leaning my head into my hand.
"We should get our stuff in, though, before it gets too late," Troy spoke up while standing up.
My dad and Troy went for our bags, leaving Lucy to show me to our room. "I got you a nice set up," she said as we walked, making me laugh a little. "We have enough room to hold you and most of your siblings, but since you're the only ones here, you get the best," she went on. "And, you're pregnant so you'd get it anyways." I smiled. Being pregnant definitely has perks, a lot of them. She led me into a blue room, everything was in hues of blue, except the walls which were left white. Everything else was blue, though. "I did it after Troy's room growing up," she told me. "It was the school colors here."
Troy old school, the school where were the Raiders, the colors being black and blue. I remember this stuff. "Plus, it's the color he looks best in," I mentioned.
She laughed with a nod. "Exactly," she agreed. "You have a connecting bathroom, fully stocked with towels, and everything you'll need, so don't worry about that," she explained.
I crawled onto the bed. It was soft, and looked homey. "I wanted to do the nursery like this," I commented with a sigh. "If we were having two boys, or course, but ones a girl, so I can't," I said the obvious.
She was about to say something when Troy and my dad came in. "Flashback," he muttered, putting our bags next to the dresser, and climbed onto the bed with me. He was still looking around the room. "It's weird," he whispered.
I laughed, messing up his hair. He frowned, but I just rested my head on his shoulder. "Are you guys gonna go to bed now?" my dad asked, leaning against the door jam.
I yawned. "I guess that's your answer," Troy replied. I slept for four hours in the car, and I am still semi tired. One of the few drawbacks of pregnancy. Fatigue. We said goodnight to our parents, then went to get ready for bed. I put on a pair of red capri sweatpants, and a white tank top, plus I took my hair out.
Troy was in the bathroom, brushing his teeth, when I came in. "Are you really tired?" I questioned him, hopping up onto the sink with more difficulty than I expected.
He spit out before answering me. "Eh, a little, but not really, why?" he responded, washing his mouth out after.
"Because," I started, running a hand through my hair. "I may have embellished on how tired I was," I confessed.
Troy grinned, leaning against the sink next to me, done with his teeth. "Oh, yeah? Why?" he wondered. I just leaned forward and kissed him. "Mm, that's a good reason," he murmured, coming closer.
I nodded. "I thought so," I agreed, kissing him again.
"It's a good thing I know my mom is a neat freak, and will be changing these sheets when we leave," Troy commented a few hours later. We've been talking off an on for a few hours, too. I don't have it in me to be like we used to, but it's still good, just a little quicker.
I smiled, laying on my back, sleepy. "Uh-huh," I remembered. "Troy," I whispered a few moments later.
"Hm?" he asked, an arm around me. I had put his shirt on, and he put his boxers back on.
"I think I found a name for the boy," I revealed, cracking my eyes open. I'm pretty tired now, I hope I fall asleep soon.
He kissed my cheek. "Yeah? What is it?" he questioned.
"It's actually a name from our list," I mentioned. "Tristan. Only, spelled T-R-I-S-T-I-N," I spelled out. "Tristin Alexander," I put together. "Carmin and Tristin are alike, but they don't rhyme, just like we wanted," I added.
He kissed my shoulder now. "Tristin Alexander Bolton," he said aloud. I nodded a little. "And, Carmin Lucille Bolton," he muttered. "I like it," he stated. "It fits."
"We named them both in one day," I replied, my eyes closing again. "We should have made this trip a little while after we found out what they are. It would have saved time," I commented.
Troy chuckled. "Yeah. Go to sleep, Brie," he insisted, and like it was some command, I fell into a deep sleep, the first one in a long time.
When I woke up the next morning, Troy was already awake, but wouldn't get up until I did because he didn't want to disturb me. I woke up around nine, almost ten. We fell asleep around one, at least, I did. We showered, then went out for breakfast I knew my dad was making. Both him and Lucy worked today, but called off because of us. I wish they hadn't, I wanted Troy to show me around town today. I wanted to see were he grew up, his old house, his high school, hang outs, everything.
They shrugged, saying they needed a day off anyways. Around noon, Troy and I headed out. I was wearing a pair of dark jeans again, and a white top that had straps, and showed off my belly. The top kind of pushed up my boobs, something I wasn't too keen on showing off because they literally are almost huge, so I put on a purple scarf with it. I put on black sandals, leaving my hair down, and curly. Troy wore a light, light gray button up with a white t-shirt underneath, blue jeans, and black sneakers. His hair was spiked his way, again, and he had his aviators in his chest pocket.
"Come on," I urged, pulling him into his open, old high school. We already went to his old hang outs which were a basketball court, the movies, and an abandoned park with grafitti all over it. He said the grafitti wasn't there when he was a teenager.
"Brie, this is probably illegal," he informed me, coming along anyways.
I rolled my eyes. "Troy, the door is wide open, it is not illegal to come into an open gym," I stated. "Besides, if we get in trouble, we can say I am going into labor or something, so we'll get out of it," I assured him.
"No," he denied, looking around his old gym. "I do not want to chance that, we'll lie about something else," he said.
"Hey, I didn't know they retired your jersey here, too," I commented, looking up at the wall. Bolton was on the wall, with a fourteen under it. "Do that even do that at schools you didn't graduate from?" I questioned.
Troy shrugged. "I didn't think so, I don't know," he answered. "I broke their scoring record my sophomore year," he reminded me. Oh. "They weren't exactly a good team, pretty much sucked, actually, it wasn't hard," he explained.
"They were good with you on team," I said proudly, walking over to the trophy case. "See, you won the championship the last year you were here for the whole season," I told him. "But, they haven't since," I mentioned. "Does Jack still work here?" I asked him, turning to see him. He was standing right next to me. There was a picture of him in the case, him and his dad, their arms around each others shoulders, smiling. It was the day of the championship game.
He scratched his head. "Uh, yeah," he answered.
I linked my arm through his. "Look how cute you were," I cooed, looking from him to the picture. "You got manly," I stated.
"I did grow up, Brie," he reminded me sarcastically. "You didn't look like you do now in pictures from high school either," he said.
I rolled my eyes. "Oh, I wasn't six months pregnant with twins, and had huge boobs? Nice to know," I responded.
"They aren't huge," he assured me. "Bigger, yeah, well-" he stopped when we heard footsteps. We turned around, it was a group of guys walking into the gym.
"Should we pretend like we're looking for Lassie, our dog, who wandered in here?" I questioned softly.
Troy laughed at me. "No," he told me. "Hey," he called out to the guys, making them all notice me. "You wanna tell me why you didn't win shit after I left?" he asked them.
A guy with blond hair looked confused for a second, then grinned. "Troy motherfucking Bolton!" he exclaimed. I guess we know him.
We walked over, and Troy gave him that manly handshake slash hug, along with the others. "What the hell you doing here, man?" another guy asked, this one with dark red hair.
"Visiting our parents," Troy answered. "Guys, this is Gabriella, my wife. Brie, these are Quentin, Owen, Sam, Jake, and Eric," he introduced us. I waved with a smile.
"Whose that?" Quentin wondered, pointing to my stomach.
"Twins whose names will not be told until they are born," I told them.
The guy with the dark red hair, Owen, was leaning on Eric's shoulder. "Nice job, man," he complimented Troy as a joke.
"What are you doin' now, T?" the original guy with the blond hair, Eric, asked. "I remember all that talk of you goin' pro, I don't see you on my t.v. every night," he added, making the others laugh.
Troy's hand linked with mine. "Didn't see that in my future after a while," he replied. "I went to Duke for two years, then dropped out. I'm a firefighter now," he answered.
"And, you?" Sam asked, involving me.
I was caught off guard, not expecting to say much because I didn't know these guys. "A teacher," I said after a hesitant moment. "And, children-carrier," I joked.
"You do it well," Jake assured me, making me laugh.
"I saw your dad the other day," Eric told him. "With Jackie and Tiffany," he added. "I gotta tell you, T, you're step-mom is hott," he stated.
The other guys nodded in agreement. "Man, my step mom is barely a year older than me," Troy replied. "Besides, I haven't talked to my dad since I told him we were getting married last year," he informed them, holding up our linked hands.
"You guys still don't get along?" Sam wondered.
"Nope," he answered easily. "It only got worse when I dropped out of Duke," he added. They went on talking to each other for another half an hour, the convo turned from Troy, to them, and then they offered a game. Troy was about to say no, when I cut in, telling him to do it, and I would hang out on the bleachers.
As I sat on the bleachers, Taylor called from her and Chad's honeymoon two-week cruise. "Hey," I greeted, watching Troy play basketball with his old friends, all joking around and smiling.
"Hey, mon," she replied, making me laugh. "Sorry, there is his Jamaican bartender on the ship, we love him. Plus, he's really hott," she stated. "I know you can hear it, Chad," she told him.
I laughed a little more. "I guess that means the ship is cool, and you're having a wonderful time?" I questioned, biting my nails. They aren't painted now, I usually try and keep them painted, because when they are, I don't bite them.
"Of course! Well, we only left the cabin for maybe a combined total of three hours so far," she admitted.
I chuckled. "That's fine. Troy and I didn't leave our bungalow for days, really, we didn't," I reminded her. "I had to force him to stop touching me, and leave with me half the time we did leave," I explained.
"I remember," she said. "How are things there? Shar said you guys when to visit your parents?" she asked.
I nodded. "Yeah," I confirmed. "I felt old, so we packed up and left," I went on. "We're coming home Sunday night," I finished. "We named the babies!" I exclaimed a moment later. I can't believe we forgot.
She squealed. "What are they?" she wondered. "Chad they named the babies! No, I'm sure they didn't name one Chaddeus the II," she assured him. "Did you?"
I rolled my eyes. "Yes, Taylor. We named our first son Chaddeus the II after our best friend who brought us together," I said sarcastically, but I think she believed it. After I said this, the guy's game wrapped up, leaving them all sweaty. Troy wasn't that bad, I'm glad he took off his button up. "Oh, Troy's done playing his game with his friends, you wanna talk to him?" I asked her.
"I'm sure Chad does, Chad- oh, you're right there," she said. I heard a giggle. Odd.
As Troy approached, I handed him the phone. He took it without question, and held it up to his ear, then laughed. "Babe, all I hear is moaning," he informed me, pulling it away from his ear now.
I shrugged. "They weren't doing that a second ago," I mumbled. "Who won?" I questioned them.
"Troy's team," Owen muttered grumpily. "Does he, like, ever lose?" he asked me.
I shook my head as Troy sat down on the bleacher below me. "Not that I know of," I replied. "Actually, I beat him," I corrected with a proud smile.
"You cheat," Troy said, leaning against my row right next to me.
"No, I just play with different rules," I responded. "Rules you better not use with anyone else," I added.
Troy let out a laugh. "They aren't rules. What you do is be a tease, and do.. girly things," he told me, making the guys laugh. "It's actually a lot of fun," he assured them.
I smiled, fixing his hair. We left the gym about twenty minutes later after some more talking. "That was fun," I said as he helped me into the car.
He stayed in my doorway, not closing it yet. "Yeah," he agreed, kissing me. "You hungry yet?" he questioned.
I shook my head. "Not really," I answered, so he nodded, and closed the door to get in over on his side. Right after he got in and started the car, another car pulled up behind us. I looked in the rear view mirror. "Troy, I think your dad is behind us," I informed him, making him turn around. I turned, too. There was a blond girl in the driver's seat. They spoke for a moment, then kissed as he moved to get out of the car. Before he did, he reached into the backseat, and touched what looked like a baby foot. It was Jackie, Troy's little brother.
Troy turned around before I did. "Let's go," he stated, putting his seat belt on.
"Troy-" I tried as he pressed on the gas.
"It's fine, Gabriella," he cut me off as he steered our way out of the school parking lot.
I was quiet, but couldn't help but think that it wasn't okay. Troy Bolton was in town, and I wasn't sure if Jack would find out or not, or if he cared at all.
Now you see my drama here... oooh, Jack! This is actually going to lead into another storyline.
And, the babies are named! Do you like them? Someone pmed me about Carmen Elizabeth as soon as I started this story, and I told them I would work it into the story.
Review please!
-- Kayleigh