Thanks so much for the reviews. I am glad you liked it! I wish there were more, but you get what you get. I am needy, I know.
Here is the next! Obviously this is late, the holidays screwed up my writing schedule, not to mention the many school projects I was buried under for a while there (whew!) So, the only thing that may hold me off now is finals, which are next week. If you don't get another one for two weeks, that is why. After that, I should be getting back on track. Just wanted to let you know!
I am jumping time. Older babies are more fun. I am going to be jumping a lot of time now, because I have storylines in my head that are years down the line... really, I do.
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Named Forever and Always from the Taylor Swift. I am aware that the lyrics DO NOT fit, but the title does.
Twins are just over five months...
"Stop," I heard in my ear. It made me jump and spill a little of my drink. Troy's hand reached around me, grabbing my hand. He took the phone from it before his other hand linked through mine. "Come on," he urged, leading me through the club.
I was pouting. I want my phone back. He led me back to the area our friends and us have occupied. "Can I have my phone back?" I asked, setting my rum and coke down, it was way more coke than rum.
Troy shook his head. I didn't see it on him. I started to feel around his pockets. "Baby, stop," he said, taking a hold of my hands. "Stop calling your mom, she called me. She begged me to make you stop calling," he informed me.
I scoffed. "It's only been like.." I trailed off, thinking about it.
"Nine times," he finished.
"It wasn't nine," I denied. "That is an embelishment," I assured him.
He shook his head again. "No, it was nine," he stated. "Last time, you woke up Carmin," he said.
I felt bad when I heard that. "Oh," I mumbled.
Troy's arms wound around my waist. He looked down at me for a moment. I wondered if he was looking at me, or trying to see through my shirt. I am wearing a sheer black shirt that has actual black material around the boob area, and a little delving down onto my stomach, it's cute, and I actually fit into it. I finally lost all my baby weight this month. With it, I am wearing ripped plue jeans with a thin, stylish belt, and black strappy heels. My hair was wavy with a slight curly and my make up was done nicely.
It's a little too.. breezy for December, even in New Mexico, but I have a black leather jacket to go over it. It's old, but it goes with the whole motorcycle look. He has one too, of course, one that is nicer. It matches his dark denim jeans and black shirt with black motorcycle boots. He has a dark vibe thing goin' on.
He touched our foreheads and noses before kissing me. "Brie, I miss them too, but we need nights like this," he reminded me.
I nodded a little, my arms going around his neck. "I know, and I love being with you," I replied. "But I-" I stopped. "I worry."
He kissed me quickly again. "I know you do, babe, but you don't have to," he responded. "Your mom has raised nine kids, two for one night is nothing to her," he assured me. "This is her Christmas present to us, remember? Taking the twins so we could have a night together," he said. "One night we can hang out with out friends and have fun, and be a couple. We need this night. Do you know how long it has been since we've gone out together to a club or a bar?" he questioned.
"A while," I answered, biting my lip.
"Months," he told me. "If we don't start spending more time together, as a couple, we're going to end up like our parents," he informed me. "Divorced, not that they aren't happy seperately. I want to be happy with you," he kept going on.
I pressed my lips against his. "I know what you mean," I replied. I got up on my tiptoes so I could kiss him better. "I am happy to be here, with you, especially since you look so good," I whispered against his lips before kissing him again. This kiss was longer than the others, deeper too. His tongue slipped into his mouth while his hands went down to my butt. I smiled into it and my hands grabbed onto clumps of his hair.
It was getting really good, my heart was racing, it felt like I was on fire when Troy pulled away. "What?" he asked, his eyes closed. I was confused. What what? His head then turned, and I saw Tommy there.
"Do you want to dance?" he asked, making Troy raise his eyebrows. "Aw, dude, not you, you," he looked towards me. "Wanna?" he questioned again.
"You stopped us for that?" Troy wondered, sounding a little pissed.
I smacked him on the chest, but he didn't seem to mind. "Be nice, Troy, Tom Tom here has saved your life," I reminded him.
"Yeah, be nice, Troy," Tommy mimicked. "Besides, Kara is pissed at me, so I have to dance with the next hottest woman in this club," he said. "No offense, but I have seen Kara naked, not that I would mind-"
"Tommy, if you want to dance with you, you shouldn't say what you are about to in front of my husband," I cut him off.
Tommy nodded, waiting for my official answer. "Don't go," Troy said in my ear, knowing I have no real reason to say no to Tommy other than the fact I would want to fool around with him, Troy that is, not Tommy.
"Bet you wish you didn't take my phone now, huh?" I responded, leaving his arms. "Come on, Tom Tom," I said, linking my arm through his. "So, why is Kara pissed at you?" I asked as he brought me to the outer area of the dance floor.
Tommy shrugged. "Hell if I know," he responded. "She's always getting mad at me for stupid reasons I don't understand," he explained as we danced. I don't dance with any guy like I dance with Troy, but I still dance, just not as sensual. Tommy is a funny dancer, he cracks me up all the time. The man has no rhythm. "Now, watch this," he ordered, then did a dance move. Of course, it made him look like an idiot.
He pretended like he was rolling dice. I pushed on his chest with a laugh. "You saw that in Knocked Up!" I laughed, making him laugh too.
"That guy copied me," he insisted. I laughed again. "Let me show ya another one," he said.
I shook my head, grabbing his arms. "No, you might hurt yourself," I teased.
"Hey, I will have you know that I am a firefighter, only certain things hurt me," he told me.
I rolled my eyes. "Because that makes sense," I responded.
"Ooooh, I am in trouble," Tommy spoke up five minutes later.
"Why?" I asked, confused.
"She's found me out, and our affair," he carried on, nodding towards Kara. "Baby, I swear she made me!" he exclaimed as she came forward. I laughed at his idiotic behavior. "I was thinking about you the whole time," he insisted.
I gasped. "Hey! Am I not a fun time?" I questioned. "I hope you thought about be a little," I joked.
"I lied, I did think about you," Tommy corrected. "A little, but I thought about Kara more," he said, wrapping an arm around her.
Kara pushed him away. "Oh, no you don't, I'm still mad at you," she informed him. They started bickering right then and there, so I made a quiet exit. I didn't get far, someone wrapped an around around my waist. I knew it was Troy a moment later.
"Guess what I did," he mumbled in my ear.
I smiled, turning around in his arms. "You told Kara I was off dancing with Tommy, knowing she would want him to be trying to get her not pissed at him, but he wasn't. So, she came and found us, which has led them to be fighting right over there," I guessed.
"You couldn't let me tell you of my achievement myself?" he muttered, keeping me close.
"Well, then, you shouldn't have told me to guess," I replied, wrapping my arms around his neck.
He buried his face into my neck. "I shouldn't have fallen in love with a smart person," he sighed. I smiled, a hand of mine going through his messy, spikey hair. "You wanna dance with me, baby?" he asked, pulling away so I could see his face.
I shook my head. "No, every time we dance, something sexual happens, and we leave," I reminded him. "I do want to spend some time with my friends," I told him.
He sighed again, this time for real. "Can we dance later?" he asked, hope in his voice. "I love dancing with you. It can be a slow song," he assured me.
"Of course we'll dance later, babe," I responded, pressing a kiss to his lips. I dragged Troy back to our friends.
Once we sat down, Zeke groaned. "I told you they would be back. You owe me five bucks, Zeke!" Chad said happily. Zeke handed over five dollars sadly.
"We're not rabbits you know," I reminded them, taking a sip of my drink.
"Tell me about it," Troy mentioned. I smacked his leg. "What? I am agreeing with you," he said, resting a hand on my thigh.
"Troy, stop!" I giggled the next afternoon, trying to wiggle away. He didn't, he just continued to kiss my stomach and tickle my sides. "Tr-oy!" I squealed when he hit a particularly ticklish spot.
"Say it!" he prompted, stopping is tickling for a moment. I was catching my breath. I guess he found my breathing not as important as telling him what he wanted to hear, so he started tickling again.
I went on laughing, unable to not to since he hit my worst tickle spot ever, and would not leave it. "I can't breathe!" I laughed. I was trying to get him away, but he is just too damn strong.
He stopped again, this time holding my arms so I couldn't attempt to leave. "Just say it and I'll stop," he reminded me.
"If you would give me some time, here," I mumbled, leaning back on the pillow on the couch. "Okay, okay," I started a moment later. His hands went down to my sides, silently threatening me. "Troy Bolton makes his bacon the way he likes his bacon, so it's the best bacon ever, happy?" I questioned.
"Quite," he replied, giving me stomach one last kiss before pulling my black tank top down. There was a light blue artsy design in the center, and I wore white short shorts with it. My hair is down and curly, and I am not wearing any shoes. Troy is wearing black basketball shorts and a blue t-shirt.
"That was evil," I stated, making him smile and bury his face into my neck. "No, get out of there, you are no longer wel-come," I stuttered when he bit my neck. I just shut up now and wound my arms around his neck. Troy and I woke up this morning around ten thirty. We then showered together and got ready, naming today a lazy day, at least for now. He made breakfast, then I insulted his bacon, which did not go over well with him. My mom said she was dropping the twins off later in the afternoon. I'm glad, I miss them.
He kissed my neck sweetly before shifting down to rest his head on my chest. "I'll be nice," he promised, his eyes closed.
I smiled at him, kissing his hair. "We haven't done this in so long," I mentioned, my own eyes closing.
"I know," Troy agreed. I could feel his heart against my skin, plus when he spoke, it rumbled into me. I liked it. We were both quiet for a few moments. My hands slowly began to creep up his shirt, then my nails gently raked up and down his back. After a minute, he looked up at me. "I love when you do that," he said, moving up my body a little.
"I know you do," I murmured back, reaching up to take his shirt all the way off. He finished taking it off for me. "There, a much better view," I mentioned, causing him to grin. "I love you, Troy," I whispered before kissing him. He readily kissed me back, a hand delving into my dark curls. It was only when we ran out of breath that his lips left mine, but just moved on down to my neck. Almost a decade together, and he still loves my neck. I gasped a little when he brushed his teeth against a sensitive spot. "Ya- you know," I started, but had trouble getting the words out. "We should do what we did last night more often."
His lips left my neck as his pelvis pressed against mine. The smallest things he does still turn me to goo. "Aren't we trying that right now?" he asked, getting up on his knees to tug at my shirt.
I sat up so it would be easier. He quickly pulled my shirt off. "That isn't what I meant, but I agree with what you are thinking," I said, my hands slowly slipping into his basketball shorts. Troy pushed on my shoulders until I was falling back against the pillows again. "I meant going out, without the twins, but not very often, if you know what I mean," I corrected.
He nodded, connecting our lips again. His hands slid up my sides slowly, causing goosebumps to errupt over my skin and me center throb a little more. He was kissing me slowly and thoroughly, effectively killing me inside because of the slow pace. "We should stop talking now," he suggested minutes later, his hands drifting towards me back, making my back arch instinctively.
"Talk," I started, then had to clear my throat. "Talk about what?" I asked, confused now. My mind was a little blank.
Troy's hands didn't undo my bra, I suspected he only did that so I would arch my back into his chest. He smirked at me, his body shifting downward so he could kiss my chest. I wanted him to take off my bra, I wanted him to take off something, hell I wanted him to do anything more than what he was doing. All he would do was kiss and suck on my exposed skin, making me want more, but he wouldn't give it just yet. I liked it and hated it at the same time. When he brought a hand to the mix, I hated it a little more. His thumb would dip under my bra, his fingers would pinch my nipple, and I wanted to kill him for doing all these small little things that made me react with a gasp or a moan. He knows me too damn well.
"Evil," I moaned as his hand kneaded my breast and his tongue flicked over one of my sensitive spots. His hand stopped and his head came up to my height. "You are so evil," I stated. It just made him smirk. "Troy Bolton, if you do not do something more than what you are doing, and I mean something big, there are going to be consequences," I threatened.
His smirked got wider. His hands found their way the button of my shorts. "Yes, ma'am," he agreed, pulling a blanket down over us, then disappeared underneath it.
That's more like it.
"I don't want to, baby," Troy insisted a while later. He was now against the arm of the couch with me in between his legs, resting on his chest. His arms were around me, and my hand was playing with his. "I want to spend Christmas Eve with you and the twins, you know it," he reminded me.
I nodded, leaning my head back against his bare chest. His shirt is still off, but we're dressed. "I do, I just wish it wasn't a twelve hour shift," I sighed.
"It's only seven to seven, then I am home and I am yours," he assured me. "And the twins," he added, his lips at my neck. "I love you so much," he murmured into my ear.
"I love you too," I whispered, kissing his palm. "Mm, I miss the babies," I admitted a minute later.
Troy chuckled. "Me too," he agreed.
"Isn't it amazing how two little people can come into your life and it make it that much more worth while?" I lightly questioned.
"Yeah," he said, kissing my temple.
It was only a few minutes later that our front door opened, but Mickey didn't dare bark because it was my mom with the twins. "Hello!" she called into the house.
Troy and I sat up at the same time, looking back towards the door. We both got up, Troy shrugging a t-shirt on as he did. "Hey," I greeted my mother, taking a baby carrier off of her. "Hey, baby boy, did you have fun with Grandma?" I asked him, putting his carrier down on the dining room table then began to unbuckle him.
The twins are so big now, more than double their birth weight. They can sit up all on their own and can hold up their bottles to feed themselves. They eat some solid food, but more milk than it right now. That will be changing soon, though.
They laugh for real and their smiles are so big. They can't stand yet, not even if they hold onto something, they usually just fall back on their bums, or we catch them. Sleeping through the night has made it's presence. Well, you can call it that, but they wake up around three to be changed and fed a little, then get put back to sleep. They are finally in their cribs too, because they got too big to fit in the bassinet together.
Crawling isn't happening yet, but Carmin is trying her hardest. She gets on her stomach just fine, and both of them can roll until they hit something, but haven't quite grasped crawling. Carmin just does the worm, making us to laugh, and Tristin watches like he is studying for when he can do it too.
'Ma-ma' or 'Da-da' hasn't come from their mouths yet, but we're working on it, me especially. The main word they say is 'ba-ba' which is when they see their bottles. Other words are just 'ga-ga,' and 'na-na,' the normal baby speak. As they get older, the more they look like the both of us. They are an even, beautiful mix. I already know their skin tone will be dark than Troy's, but lighter than mine.
"They would have had more fun if their mother had stopped calling," my mother commented as I took Tristin from his car seat and into my arms.
I kissed his cheek. "I'm sorry, Mami," I apologized. "I was just worried about you, wasn't I?" I asked Tristin, bouncing him a little. "But, Daddy talked some sense into me," I said.
"I thank you, Troy," Mami told him, making him laugh with Carmin in his arms. "So, you two had fun, then?" she wondered.
We both nodded. "Yep," I answered, kissing Tristin's face everywhere as he tugged on my hair. "We were actually talking about going out more often, maybe once a week or something," I told her. "The twins wouldn't sleep over every time, but I have enough siblings to have someone babysit," I mentioned.
"I think that is a good idea, you two need couple time. Your father and I stopped doing that after Vince, and look where we are," she replied, giving me a motherly smile. "Speaking of, him and Lucy get in tomorrow, right?" she asked.
I nodded. "Yeah, and they insist on staying at a hotel. I don't know why, we have enough room, and I know Lucy is dying to spend time with the twins," I responded, hearing Carmin's squeal of laughter as Troy tickled her belly a little.
"They just want you and Troy to wake up on Christmas morning with the twins alone. It's their first Christmas, you guys spending it together as a family is a good thing," my mother assured me.
"I know," I said. "Thanks for watching them, Mami," I told her.
Since the twins are only five months old, the most of what they got for Christmas is clothes. A few toys were included, of course. Troy had a blast picking some out, it's like when he goes to pick out car parts, I don't see him for a whole day. My brother's always overload on toys too, plus we have to think of the firefighters who will be getting them gifts too.
The firefighters and wives all do a gift exchange. Each couple pulls another couple's name out of a hat, then you get that couple a gift, less money that way. We got Nick and Paula, and Gavin and Amelia got us. The kids are free range though, we all get them something. They are so spoiled.
Troy walked over. "Yeah, thanks so much, Mom," he repeated, jiggling Carmin to make her giggle.
"Anytime," she replied, then thought about it. "Within reason. Anyways, I have to go now. AJ, Alex, and Vince are home, who knows what I will find when I get back," she said.
I laughed and hugged her, Troy following suit. She said a quick goodbye to the twins then was on her way. "Hey, bubba, say hi to Daddy," I urged, lifting him up to Troy's level. It resulted in Tristin just drooling down his cheek. I tried not to laugh. "Oopsies."
"Thanks, babe, I needed that," he replied, using Carmin's bib to wipe it off. "What do you think, Car? Retaliation?" he questioned our daughter who made a loud 'ga!' noise. "I thought so too," he told her. "Oh, Brie," he called out to me, holding a drooling Carmin out to my face.
I laughed, moving away. "No!" I played along, walking away quickly with Tristin in my arms, looking over my shoulder at his father.
"We just want to love you!" Troy said, coming after me.
I woke up the next morning to a baby crying and my husband gone. I tried to ignore it, knowing Troy was with Tristin, who was crying, but the crying just would not stop. It got louder too and I didn't want Carmin to wake, so I got out of bed. I checked on her first, not recalling waking up to change and feed her. She was fine, holding onto her teddy bear, sleeping soundly. I felt around her diaper, it wasn't wet, nor did I smell anything, so I assumed Troy took care of it.
I went downstairs only to find my husband in a pair of pajama pants and t-shirt, trying to sooth our son. "What's going on?" I asked sleepily, walking over. I kissed Tristin's back, letting him know I was there.
"Sorry, I didn't want to wake you," Troy apologized over Tristin's crying. "I don't know anymore, at first I thought it was because he needed changed, but he hasn't done anything. Maybe he had a bad dream or something," he guessed, kissing Tristin's forehead.
I shook my head. "No, if it was a bad dream, you would have been able to calm him down by now," I replied, rubbing a hand over Tristin's back. "What's wrong, bubba?" I asked him, kissing his cheek, worry growing within me. I noticed her kept putting his fingers in his mouth. I took them out and pulled his lip down. Sure enough, his front gum was all red, and I saw a tiny spot of white. "He's teething, that's why he's crying," I stated, letting his lip go.
"Aw, bubba, you getting a tooth?" Troy questioned, handing him off to me. "My arm hurts," he said. "Do we have any teething rings?" he asked, taking a hold of Tristin's foot to rub a little.
I shook my head again, trying to bounce him a little with a 'sh' sound. "Yeah, but none of them are frozen, a room temperature one won't do anything," I answered. "We don't have any medicine for them yet either," I added, feeling horrible my son is crying so hard, in pain, and I can't do anything. It breaks your heart as a parent to see those tears rolling down their cheeks, wailing. They rarely even have tears, so when you see tears, you know it's bad. When they are fussy, it's just a loud cry plus them getting red, no tears.
"I have an idea," Troy stated, disappearing into the kitchen.
"What is Daddy gonna do, Tristin?" I asked him, kissing his temple.
Troy reemerged a minute later, something in his hand. Whatever it was, he slipped it in Tristin's mouth. His chubby little hands took a hold of it to hold it himself, but Troy wouldn't let him. It lowered his crying drastically though. "There ya go, bud," he mumbled, a smile on his face.
"What did you do?" I wondered, amazed. Tristin was only whimpering a bit now.
"I gave him a french fry," he confessed, chuckling. "They're frozen, small, and convenient. We can freeze some of those rings tonight, and I'll get some medicine for him before I go to work in two hours," he said, taking Tristin back into his arms. "You, Mrs. Bolton, go back to bed, I can handle this now," he assured me.
"I know you can handle it, Troy, but are you sure?" I questioned. "Your mom will be taking the babies today, you know she will, I can nap then," I reminded him.
He shook his head, leaning over to kiss me. "Nope, when you get free time today, you can go shopping or out to eat with friends. Go back to bed," he repeated.
I frowned before kissing both of my boy's and went back to bed.
Troy had gotten Tristin to sleep somehow, went out and got medicine, and got Carmin happy before going to work. I realized this when I woke up around nine thirty instead of eight. There was a post-it on my forehead saying so too.
I got both of the babies up and dressed after my shower. I dressed myself in a pair of light ripped jeans and a gray sleeveless top that looks like it has a few white splotches on it, plus a big black, tightly knit beanie on my head. It was over crown on my head, so it wasn't covering my face. I wore it with black knee-high boots, along with a gray sweater that was a little small on me, but looked good. My hair was wavy underneath my hat and my make up was light.
I was dressing the babies semi-nicely since Lucy was coming over. When they were newborns, they hated being naked, now they love to wiggle around that way. "Come on, Car," I pleaded, putting her arms through the sleeves of her shirt as she tried to roll away. "I'd let you run around naked, but your daddy would be very mad," I informed her, putting her up on her butt. "There, roll away," I suggested, setting her down in the middle of the room. I leaned back against the coffee table and looked over at Tristin, who looked back up at me.
He was chewing on a teething ring, slobbering uncontrollably because the front part of his mouth is numb from the medicine I gave him twenty minutes ago.
"You feeling alright, bubba?" I questioned, feeling his bib. It was mildly drenched. "You got a few more minutes in that one," I commented, glancing back at Carmin, who had rolled towards Minnie, who did not like it. Minnie still hates the babies, but Mickey is in love with them. He lets them pull on his fur and tail and has never once snapped at them. They also try to climb on him. I just think he likes the attention. "Carmin Lucille!" I called out, and she looked back. They actually know their names too. "Come get Mickey," I said, patting our dog's back.
Mickey flopped his tail, then Carmin began rolling back to play with him. As she rolled, the front door opened and Mickey took off running and barking. It startled Tristin, and disappointed Carmin, so they both started crying. I picked Carmin up and patted Tristin's back to calm them.
"Hello!" my dad called in, Lucy behind him I am sure.
"Grandpa and Grandma!" I exclaimed, kissing Carmin's cheek. She was already done crying, Tristin too, he was munching on his fingers now. "Hey, Papi," I greeted, kissing him when he bent down to me.
"Hi. Hey, little guy," he said to Tristin. I was used to it. Since I've been a mom, people are more excited to see my children than me. "I'm your grandpa, remember me?" he questioned, picking him up.
I nodded. "Of course he does. Hey, Mom!" I exclaimed, waving Carmin's hand at her.
She knelt down too. "Hey, Gabi. How is my granddaughter?" she asked me and Carmin.
"She's perfect, like normal. Your grandson, however, is getting his first tooth," I informed them, handing Carmin off to her when she reached for her.
My dad gasped at Tristin for effect. "Are you?" he questioned him, pulling his lip down to evalute as I got up. "You are, you are getting so big, and I am not even here to see it," my dad commented, kissing his cheek like I do all the time.
I shook my head. Every time my dad comes home, all he talks about is missing out on his grandchildren. We keep telling him to move back, but he says him and Lucy are comfortable where they are. "I don't know how, we send you enough pictures to where you can put them in chronological order to see what they are doing day by day," I reminded him. We do, we send Lucy one email full a week. I am a bit shutter happy, not to mention my mom, who constantly has a camera with her.
"It's not the same," Lucy insisted, sitting down with Carmin.
A little over two hours later, like Troy and I both expected, Lucy kicked me out. My dad was going to make the rounds on his children, leaving Lucy alone with the babies, who insisted she could do it. I knew she could, but I also know it's hard work, especially when you aren't used to babies, two babies. She is used to babies, but I was still weary.
I went shopping a little, inviting Tanya along since I never see her anymore. I got my last present for Troy after a little persuading from Tanya to do it. We then went out to eat, and she told me all about her vet of a boyfriend she is in love with. I'm happy she is happy, it was like her and Tommy were a stepping stone to find the person they were meant to be with. I had spent a full day out, getting a little me time, which was good, but I missed my husband and my babies.
It's Christmas Eve, so there was traffic getting home, and when I pulled into the driveway, I found Troy getting out of his car in the garage. I pulled up next to him.
"I know you!" I stated, hopping out of my car. He had already walked around to meet me. I hugged him as he chuckled at me. "Mm, how was work, baby?" I asked, pulling away to kiss him before he could answer.
"I slept," he said, then kissed me again, pulling my bottom half closer to his. "I put out a fire caused by an old stove," he added, kissing me again. "And, I watched Kara yell at Tommy, a good day in all," he finished with one last kiss.
My lips left his, confused a bit. "Why did you see Kara, and why did she yell at Tommy?" I questioned, curious.
"In the hospital, Tommy broke his arm," he told me.
"Why didn't you tell me in the first place?!" I practically yelled, removing my arms from around his neck.
He shrugged. "It wasn't like he was in danger, Brie," he replied. "It was an old house, owned by old people, old pack rats, and he tripped down the steps because of all the crap there was on them. It just so happens he landed on his arm," he explained. "The fire was already out when he tripped," he added. "Since Tommy's only family here is his brother, his brother called Kara, and Kara came in to yell at him. I was there, and I got to see the beginning before I had to leave. I wonder how many times she swore at him after, I counted fuck at least eleven times," he commented.
I let out a breath. "I'll accept that this time, Bolton, but next time someone at work gets hurt, I want to know right away, like call me," I ordered, my hands on his chest. "Okay?" I asked. "They're like brothers to you, so they are like brother-in-law's to me, I care about them too."
Troy pressed his lips to mine. "I know you do. I love you for loving them because we're all a bunch of idiots down there," he said.
"Yeah, that helps me sleep at night," I mumbled, causing him to laugh and smack my butt. "Now, I need to hide another present for you," I said, taking it out of the back of my car before slamming the door.
His face lit up like the Christmas tree upstairs. Carmin and Tristin's name plates are already on the tree, by the way, along with a joint picture of them. "Lemme see!" he pleaded, pulling on the small bag. "Hey! It feels small, and I see pink, what did you get me?" he asked, a little let down now.
"Hey, you like pink," I reminded him. "You like my pink things, anyways," I corrected.
He grinned, "Damn right I do," he agreed, then I realized he was talking about certain body parts I have he doesn't that are pink.
"You perv!" I accused, walking into the basement.
"I'm you perv, right?" he clichely asked, wrapping his arms around me from behind.
I laughed, shrieking a little when he picked me up. "Of course," I assured him, kissing his nose.
"Hey, Mama," he greeted his mother once we were upstairs.
She stood from the ground in the living room to come and hug her son. I bypassed her with a smile, going over to my babies who were in their stationary walkers, playing with all their gadgets. "Little Bolton's! You miss me again?" I asked, kneeling down in front of them then kissed them separately. "Did you have fun with Grandma? I know she adores you, so it had to be fun," I said, making music come from the walker.
Troy came over to greet them, making their eyes light up more. I took Carmin out of her walker and Troy took Tristin out of his. I looked over at Troy only to see Tristin sniff his father, then make a face, causing me to laugh at him. "What?" Troy asked, laughing a little too.
"Even our son doesn't like when you smell like smoke," I said, pulling my knees up for Carmin to rest against. "I bet you don't either, we're all in on it," I told Carmin, touching her nose.
"Well," Troy started, and finished by tickling me. I fell back, Carmin with me, but it made her laugh loudly with drool coming out of her mouth and fall onto my chest. At least it wasn't on my clothes. "Yes! Revenge tastes great, babe, you should try it," he suggested, checking Tristin's tooth.
I stuck my tongue out at him, wiping up the drool. "Daddy thinks I care, but I don't. I am too used to your drool, Carmin Lucille Bolton," I stated, tickling her stomach a little. "Is that your name?" I asked her, smiling. "Do you know who you are named after, Carmin Lucille?" I questioned her, pulling my legs up again in case she fell backwards. I tilted my head backwards. "Grandma!" I said, pointing at Lucy, who was watching us.
"You should see their eyes you know, when you walk into the room, they both pick out you two," she informed us, walking forward to sit on the coffee table.
I sat up a little, then scooted more towards Troy and Tristin. "I look for Troy too, he's just so darn cute," I cooed, slapping his cheek lightly in a playful manner.
He pretended to bite it, then tickled my side again. He smiled at Carmin, wiping the drool off her chin with her bib. They are both drool monsters. "I want you to know I know you're both wonderful parents," Lucy started, and both Troy and I looked to her. "You guys are doing a wonderful job raising these two, and you will with how ever many babies you have. I was worried when they were newborns, like any other grandmother and mother would be," she went on. "But, I don't have to be, you guys are doing so well, it's amazing to watch," she said.
"Thanks, Ma," Troy replied, a smile plastered on his face.
"With that being said," she started up again. "Maria told me you two went out on a date, and I want you to go on another," she said. "Before you can back out of it to be with the babies, you have them for the rest of your lives, and you can never have too many dates right now, especially with the way I have heard you two going," she told us, looking pointedly at me. I avoided eye contact. "I heard the Bowling Alley is open all night for some Christmas special, so you two are going to go and act like teenagers again," she ordered. "You, shower," she demanded towards Troy, who knew better than to disagree. "And, you, tell me what you do to get these babies asleep."
I groaned an hour later, stomping back to my seat after another bad turn. I haven't had one strike, not even a spare. I suck.
Troy chuckled, going up for his own tenth frame. "Watch how it's done, Bolton," he instructed, his hand sliding across my bum as we passed each other.
I did watch, maybe not his bowling techniques, but I watched him. He's too sexy for his own good, wearing a pair of light jeans and a gray long sleeved, muscle hugging shirt. "Another spare, I officially don't like you," I said as he walked back to me.
He sat down next to me, then kissed my cheek. "The next game should start up in a few, I'm gonna get some snack food, you want some, right?" he questioned, a hand on my back.
I nodded. "I don't know why I have to play, I suck," I reminded him, pouting.
"Because, I like looking at your ass when it's your turn," he told me honestly, a smirk on his face.
I rolled my eyes at him. "Go get food," I said, pushing on his chest.
Once he was gone, I got to thinking, then put our names back into the machine, this time differently. He named us Troy and Mrs. Bolton last time. This time I put Brie and Troysie, which I knew would annoy him.
"Mrs. Bolton!" someone called out from behind me, so I turned in my twisty chair. It was three students I had my first year of teaching, so they were graduated and in college by now.
I smiled. "Hey!" I greeted, standing up.
"We thought that was you," Brendan said. "It is Mrs. Bolton now, right?" he asked.
I nodded. "Yep, over a year now," I confirmed. "How is college?" I asked all of them.
"Fun."
"Great."
"Boring."
They all answered at the same time. "Oh, hopefully not," I said to Rachel.
"I live at home, going to the community college," she informed me. "How is school going for you?" she asked.
"It's not," I answered. "I had twins over the summer, and decided to stay home for a while. It actually works out because I am going for my Master's Degree next year," I informed them.
"That kinda sucks, you were the best teacher I had. I kept telling my little sister to hope for you," Sarah said. "She's a freshman now."
I gave them a smile. "Sorry, I won't be back for a while," I told them.
"How old are the babies?" Rachel wondered.
"Five months," I answered, a smile on my face. "Carmin and Tristin, they're perfect," I gushed, making them all laugh.
Brendan nodded. "Well, we don't want to take up any more of your time, it was nice seeing you," he said.
We said our goodbyes and as they left, Troy reappeared. "What as that?" he asked, handing me a drink with two straws in it, we are apparently sharing.
"Old students. I have a proposition for you, Bolton," I stated, crossing my legs in my seat.
He ate a french fry. "Yeah, what?" he questioned. "Hey! Why did you say I'm Troysie, that isn't even funny," he assured me.
I stifled a laugh. "It's a bet," I went on. "If you legitimently teach me to bowl well, we'll play a game to see who wins, but you have to go a little easy on me," I proposed.
"Alright, what do I get when I win?" he asked.
"IF you win, IF, I don't know, you pick. But, if I win, you have to be nicer in bed," I told him. He laughed out loud. "I am serious, mister, you should get a medal for sexual torture, but like, in a good way. Plus, you have to do what I say, if you get what I mean," I added.
Troy took a sip of the drink in my head. "I think I'll risk that. If I win..." he trailed off. "You have to put a limit on calling home when we go out," he stated. "I am making it three, three calls, that is it. If I find out you went over, the next time we have sex after, you'll be in hell, but you know, in a good way," he phrased it the same way I did.
"How long does this bet last?" I questioned, glaring a little at him. That is mean!
"Until Valentine's Day," Troy replied.
I let out a long sigh. "Fine, deal," I agreed, shaking hands with him. "Now, teach me, hubby," I demanded.
He nodded. "Well, first of all, your ball is too much for you, so we have to get you a new one," he said, pulling me up to go get a new ball. Oh, thanks so much for telling me that for the first game! It is on, it is so on.
He actually gave me a few good pointers to start me out with, and helped me all throughout the game, making the score close since he was taking it easy on me. I finished my game up with my first strike, which made me squeal and jump into Troy's arms for an impromptu make out session. I was very proud of myself, even if I happened to not win.
When Troy went up, he told me that if he didn't get a spare, I would be the winner. I love the man, but I hoped he didn't get a spare. So, when he went up, and didn't get a strike, I was so relieved. I watched in bated breath as his last chance went down the lane, and swerved at the last minute, missing the two pins.
"I won!" I squealed, hopping up and down. "I win, I win, I win!" I repeated, jumping into his arms again.
I heard his chuckle as he swung me around. "Congratulations, baby, you're a respectable winner," he teased, putting me back down on the ground.
"I'm sorry, but I won!" I said again, giddy.
"You're so adorable, come here," he urged, pulling me back to him gently by the back of my neck with his hand. I smiled, kissing him back, my arms looping around his neck. "So, I am at your command until Valentine's Day," he whispered, our noses touching.
I nodded, biting my bottom lip. "Yes, you are," I agreed, grabbing onto a clump of his hair. "It's not that you'll never make decisions, baby, it's just that when I suggest something, you have to do it," I informed him.
"How is that different from marriage?" he questioned, joking, I think.
I glared a little, smacking him on the shoulder. "Shut up," I mumbled, backing away.
"Hey," Troy laughed, linking our hands together from behind. "So, how about we play one more game, just for fun, then we'll go home, and you can try out your prize," he proposed, his lips at my ear.
"Sounds like a plan."
I laughed as Tristin sat in the box he got a new outfit in, playing with the sides of it. "I shoulda just got you boxes, bubby," I commented, patting his back.
"At least they're good on clothes until they're one," Troy mentioned, helping Carmin rip up some paper from a clothing box. "They don't even know what is going on right now," he added, letting Carmin do it herself now. Once she was done, she looked up at Troy. He clapped and kissed her. It made her smile.
Tristin reached for a light up toy Troy and I had gotten him, but it was just out of his finger tips. He looked to me to help. "Fine, fine fine," I breathed, handing it to him, turning it on. Carmin got interested too, so they began to play together.
"Well, why they are otherwise engaged, it's time for us," Troy said, reaching underneath the tree for my first present. We agreed on the same thing as last year, five things, no limit on money, within reason.
He handed me the box. It wasn't wrapped, just looked like a ring box, the same box be proposed with. I opened it slowly, there was what looked like a note folded up inside. I knew not to ask, just to open. I did the same thing for him, but it's not this, I am sure. There was a time card in it, with the date of the twenty eighth at eleven AM. "I'm confused," I stated.
He smiled. "Before we got married, we both wanted to get our rings engraved, but neither of us knew what, so we said we would do it when we knew. I came up with something I think we'll both like. So, we are are dropping them off on the twenty eighth, for four days. When we get them back they'll say, well, flip it over," he said.
I flipped it over, already touched by the gift. Always was written with the date we got together in our junior year. "Aw, Troy," I whispered, leaning over to hug and kiss him. "It so sweet, and I love it, thank you," I said, kissing him underneath his ear. I kissed him on the lips again. "If we are going with sentimental gifts first, I should give you this," I told him, handing him an envelope from under the tree.
He quickly ripped it open, then read the paper, plus held the card in between his fingers. "We're getting tattoos?" he asked me, glancing up.
I nodded. "You said yourself once the babies are born we should get tattoos of it. We want one for all of them. They don't have to be big, or anything. It's in three weeks, so we have time to figure it out," I told him. "Even then, they'll just make the design, then we'll go in a few days later," I added.
Troy didn't say anything at first, just kissed me. I cupped his cheek. "It's fu-" he stopped, glancing down at the twins, who were still enthralled with the light up toy. "It's great," he filled in.
I laughed. "Good, nice save, by the way,"I commented right before he kissed me again quickly. "We need to find out what we're gonna get," I reminded him.
"Where you gonna get it?" he questioned me.
I shrugged. "Dunno yet, the shoulders seem like a guy thing, and I already have tramp stamp," I said, making him chuckle, thinking of my tattoo about him. "I was thinking like right below my neck on my back," I mentioned.
"I was thinking my shoulder blade," he responded. "Anyways, next present. I'm going to come clean and have you know I needed Sharpay's help a little for this one, but it was my idea, and my final decision," he informed me, handing me a box. It was a little heavy, but not much. "You already have one like it, but this one is better," he added.
I ripped off the gift wrappings, seeing that it was a clothes box. It was taped shut, and a little stuffed, but I got it off easily enough. I am good at opening presents. I pulled off the top, revealing the gift. "You got me a new black leather jacket," I stated, looking up at him.
"Yep," he confirmed, helping me take it out. "You were complaining a little while ago, when we took the motorcycle out, that yours was old, and getting scratchy, so I got you a new one," he explained.
I looked it over. It was black, duh, and zipped up diagonally, plus had a white faux-fur collar. "It's cute, I love it, and I'm gonna wear it next time we take out the bike," I assured him, kissing his cheek. "Thank you," I said, slipping it on. It fit perfectly, and even had a little room so it wasn't suffocating me. "Right size too," I mentioned.
"I know your size, babe," Troy said, pulling me close by the jacket's opening to kiss me quickly.
I grinned, leaning over to the tree, and grabbed the teeny white envelope with his name on it. "Here, this is a fun one," I informed him, handing it to him as I took off my jacket.
"The pink thing," he commented when he opened it. He opened 'the pink thing' to see what it was. "Uh, Brie, why do I need to go to Victoria's Secret?" he questioned me, really confused as he held up the gift card.
I laughed, taking it from his hands. "I am the one who will be using it," I told him. "But, you get to come with me," I went on. He smirked now. "And, you get to pick out somethings for me to try on, and the ones I like too, I'll buy with this," I finished.
"Do I get to go into the changing room with you?" he asked, almost giddy. It was adorable.
"I'm not going to stop you, but I am not going to invite you in either," I vaguely answered. "What will I do if I happen to go into changing room that you already occupy?" I wondered aloud.
"I love it!" he exclaimed, taking the card back. "You have no idea how excited I am to do this," he stated, a never-ending smirk plastered on his face. "Tommy is going to be so jealous, hell, every guy I know will," he carried on. After his stopped rambling, he tackled me in a kiss. The twins noticed, then squealed, thinking it was funny.
We went on giving gifts. Troy got me a cute bracelet that I had saw when we were walking past the jewelry store that I did not expect to get. I didn't even know he was paying attention to me when I said it, but he was. I also got a new pair of boots that I have been wanting, which made me happy. The last one he got me, was very sweet. It was a picture frame, one with a copy of the one that was us when we were little, and the other was a picture of the twins in the same position, only of course, younger. They were adjacent to each other, with 'family' written in cursive in between.
"Troy," I murmured, touching our babie's faces in the picture. "It's so adorable, this is going in the nursery, and the picture of us in there is coming down here," I said aloud, kissing him squarely on the lips. I hugged it to my body frame when we let go, then looked to the twins.
They were now independently playing with wrapping paper, binks in their mouths. "I'm glad you like it," Troy replied, an arm around my shoulders. "Can I have my last present now?" he asked. I wanted to go last, so I opened two in a row. I got him new guitar strings since he has been complaining about it, plus an electronic guitar tuner. Then, I gave him a promise, written in pen, that I will try my hardest to refrain from calling home so much when we go out. It was a last minute one because I think he is hard to shop for, he isn't a material guy. He laughed and kissed me afterwards.
"Yep," I answered, moving out from underneath his arm to grab Tristin. He does it better. I finally got it to work yesterday morning, and this better work. I have been trying so hard.
"Gabriella, that is already mine," he told me, facing me.
I made Tristin sit in my lap, facing Troy. "I know, but you're going to love this. I am so glad he didn't spoil it," I mentioned, kissing the top of his head lightly. "I didn't buy this, obviously, but it is a gift you get for the rest of your life, so," I stopped, smiling, excited. Troy was confused and so he stayed quiet. "Okay, Trist, who is that?" I asked, pointing at his father.
Troy opened his mouth, then closed it again as Tristin didn't do anything.
No, this is going to work. "Come on, Tristin, who is that?" I questioned him, pointing at Troy again. "You can say it, I know you can," I said. "Dada, isn't it?" I wondered.
After hearing it, Tristin tried to reach forward. "Da!" he exclaimed, raising his arms for Troy. I smiled. Yes! "Dada!" he added when Troy plucked him up.
"Did he just say-?" Troy stopped, amazement laced in his voice. I nodded as Tristin started repeating it over and over, touching Troy's cheek. "Tristin, you called me Dada," he stated, lifting up. "That is so," he couldn't think of what to say, and just hugged our son. "How did you do it?"
"For over a week when you're at work I've been holding up a picture of you, telling him it was Dada. Carmin too, but Tristin finally got it yesterday morning," I explained, linking our hands together. "I know you're still scared about being a father, but I don't know why, I see the way you are with them, I could and do watch everyday. You're the best father they could ever have, along with the best friend and husband I could ever have," I told him. "I couldn't do any of this without you, Troy," I admitted.
"You're not gonna have to," he replied, moving so he was hugging me from the side. "I am always going to be here, Brie, I'm not going anywhere," he stated as I grabbed Carmin. "Ever. Don't worry about anything," he whispered in my ear before kissing my hair.
There ya go! Finally. So sorry it took so long, but I gave you a long one just because it did take so long.
I already have the idea of what the next one will have in it. Here is hint: some Jack, some Maria, and a little surprise. :) or :(
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-- Kayleigh