Thanks so much for all the reviews. Keep reviewing, and I keep writing.
Sorry this is mildly late. I had finals, and I got my period, which made me miserable, and I had a friend sleepover, so I couldn't write. Then, I got tonsillitis, which I still have, and my throat hurts SO bad. It hasn't been the easiest week. I'm trying to get back on track, I swear.
Twins are now 7 months and a half months.
The only reason I keep skipping so much time is because:
1. older babies are more fun. 2. so much stuff cannot go down at once, less realistic. 3. it's easier for me.
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Named That's What's Wrong by Good Old War because there is a fight. The title fits, not the song, but it works.
I woke up from my dream gasping for air, and sweating. I instinctively reached for Troy next to me, who was indeed there, snoring softly, his arm underneath my pillow as it usually is.
For a moment, I was surprised I had actually fallen asleep before remembering parts of my dream. There was fire everywhere, and Troy was in the middle, and I couldn't get to him.
I ran a hand across my slick forehead and scooted closer to Troy. I rested on his chest lightly, not wanting to hurt him.
I got the feeling last night, the feeling that something was wrong with Troy. And, like normal, I was right. The feeling struck me a little bit before midnight as I was laying in bed, watching t.v and on the Internet, emailing my friends on the laptop. I was scared out of my mind, wondering how he was, I called the firehouse, but I knew he wasn't there. It was almost twelve thirty when I got the call from the hospital, but it was Troy, not some nurse calling. He instantly told me he was fine, he broke his leg, he was sore, but he is fine.
He came home around one in the morning, having gotten a ride from Diane, Landon's fiance. Landon was hurt too, fracturing two ribs the same way Troy broke his leg. They got trapped under a fallen, burning beam. I don't know details, just that a beam fell and landed on them. I wanted to know more, I asked to know more, but Troy stated he was tired, and would tell me in the morning. I get the feeling he doesn't want me to know, and that is why he was avoiding it. He usually tells me right then and there, quickly of course, but he tells me.
I didn't fall asleep myself until after three, but Troy fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. I glanced over at Troy's clock as I rested on him, seeing it was past eight. I nestled into Troy's body, knowing the twins will be waking up soon, wanting a warm bottle and to play.
They eat more solid food than bottles now, but they like bottles in the morning and before they go to bed, and maybe one before a nap if they are fussy. They've graduated to sippie cups, drinking applejuice because it's their favorite. They are also crawling now, killing me inside. They started a little early and are becoming really good at it. They want to go everywhere, and get into everything. Now, I am only one person, it's pretty hard chasing after two crawling babies. Tristin is worse, you turn your back for ten seconds and he has crawled out of the room and hidden somewhere. I called Troy at the firehouse once, frantic, not knowing where Tristin had crawled to.
First, he asked if the baby gates were up. They were. He asked if the basement door was closed, as it always is nowadays, and it was. He then told me to look under the couch, the recliner, the dining room table, and to find Mickey, knowing the twins love trying to climb on him. I looked for Mickey last, and wouldn't you know it, that was were my son was. He was wearing a yellow-y outfit, like the color of Mickey, and was curled up against his belly, taking a nap. I had a heart attack, but was so happy he was okay. I left him there, telling Mickey to stay, making it so he wouldn't disturb Tristin.
Yes, the baby gates are up, and pointy things have been moved to a higher shelf, so I shouldn't be too worried, but I am a mom. I worried before the twins, you think it will decrease or stay the same with them? Yeah right. It's increased. It doesn't help that Tristin has developed a sense of hide and seek. Carmin isn't as bad, she usually just crawls to follow someone, or get a toy.
I managed to lay with Troy for about twenty minutes more before I heard baby speak on the baby monitor. I knew it was Carmin, she is all about 'talking' these days. It's not real words, just gibberish, along with a Mama, Dada, and Icky, for Mickey of course. They are so in love with Mickey, it's ah-freaking-dorable.
Before going in their nursery, I made their bottles. As they ate, I changed them, and cleaned them up a little, getting them ready for the day. By the time I finished that, they were done with their bottles. They are so good in the morning, it's weird. They are definitely Troy's children, he's so happy and chipper in the morning.
"Okay," I started, bringing Carmin into my bedroom (Tristin is already there). I set up their Pack and Play play pen in my room for them. We have two, one for when we go somewhere that doesn't have one, like Tommy's or Chad and Taylor's, and one that stays up in the living room. "If I put you in here with your favorite things," I went on, putting her down inside it with Tristin. "Your favorite toys, some teething rings, your own respective stuffed animals, and two binks, you have to promise to be quiet while Mommy takes a quick shower," I propositioned. "You cannot wake Daddy, Daddy needs sleep, Daddy needs to rest," I informed them. "Deal?" I questioned. They looked up at me like they knew what I was saying. I kissed each of their foreheads and put Dora the Explorer on low. "Ten minutes, that is all I ask," I mumbled on my way into the bathroom.
Alright, so knowing me, it was a little less than twenty minutes, but that included blowing drying my hair some. I came out of the bathroom, dressed in a pair of black skinny pants, a white sleeveless shirt with a black design on front, and messy unparted hair. It looked pretty good though. I plan to match it off with a black long sleeved cardigan and later, some black flats.
When I did come out, Tristin and Carmin were on the bed, Troy was awake, and they were all playing. "Morning, babe," Troy greeted, cheerful like his children. See? Happy, ugh. How can someone he so happy in the morning? It's the morning.
"They weren't supposed to wake you up," I whined, stomping my foot.
Troy chuckled. "I don't mind, Carmin just couldn't help herself," he replied, holding her up over his head like she was flying, making her squeal and gurgle a bit. "She just loves singing, don't you baby girl?" he questioned her, moving her through the air. "Just like your momma, you have a beautiful voice, little girl."
I smiled at the sight, Tristin was on his waist, patting his stomach. "Can I have you?" I asked Tristin as I plucked him up off Troy, then proceeded to crawl over my husband and fall to my side of the bed. Tristin smiled during the fall, hardly being jostled at all.
"Can I have a kiss?" Troy spoke up, causing me to look up at him. "What is with the look? I want to kiss my wife, is that a crime?" he wondered.
I rolled my eyes, shifting over a little bit to press my lips against his. I expected it to be quick, but when I went to pull away, Troy went with me, keeping the kiss going. My free hand came up to cup his cheek softly, right when Carmin's face landed on it. I laughed, breaking the kiss. "She wanted to kiss you too, I guess."
Troy laughed too. "I'll give you one too, Carma," he insisted, kissing her with a loud 'muah' sound. Carmin's been nicknamed Carma. I'm not sure how she was, it just happened over time.
"When are you going to tell me what happened?" I asked him after a few minutes of playtime.
Troy glanced over at me from Carmin. "Tell you what?" he questioned.
I scoffed, letting Tristin go to crawl over to Carmin, who had wandered away, like he wanted to so badly. "Are you serious?" I wondered, sitting up.
"No, I'm not serious, I just don't see why it's so important right now," he replied honestly, resting back against pillows, probably because he's sore.
I sighed. "Not to be the nagging wife here, but I want to know," I stated. "I want to know why your leg is broken, in detail. Why are you avoiding this?" I asked him.
"I'm not holding anything back, Brie," Troy insisted. "You know the gist of it, a beam fell, Landon and I were underneath, what more is there?" he questioned, sitting up a little himself.
"What more is there?" I repeated. "I don't know, how it happened, how you got the beam off, was it bad? How is Landon doing? Everything," I easily listed off. "Why are you avoiding this?" I asked him.
"I'm not avoiding it," he assured me. Yeah, right. "I'm in pain, it fucking hurts, you know what happened. Why do you need the details?" he wondered.
I felt anger towards him for dodging my questions. "I just do!" I responded shortly, my anger showing through.
"What is wrong with you? I'm fine, I broke my leg, I'm going to be off of work for the next ten weeks. I thought you'd be happy," he replied, situating the pillows behind him now.
I let out a sarcastic laugh. "Yes, Troy, I am ecstatic you could have died last night," I assured him.
Troy's head fell back. "That's not what I meant!" he groaned, rubbing his eyes. "I didn't almost die, I was fine, I have people behind me, you know. Those people I call friends who are also firefighters. Why are you so pissed at me?" he questioned.
"Because," I started. "You were pinned underneath a beam last night and you are telling me nothing, but also expect me to be happy about it. No, Troy, I am not happy your leg is broken. I am not happy you're in pain. I am not happy about it," I told him. "You just think that it's okay you worried the hell out of me last night?" I asked.
"No, I don't," he insisted, lifting his head up. "I hate when I get hurt because I know somehow you know, and you're worried for however long it takes for the hospital to call you. I hate it and you know it," he told me.
"Then, act like it!" I exclaimed. "One time, Troy, your friends won't be there. What then?" I wondered. "You were in a situation where you could've left me, you know. Never mind me, your children, you could have left them forever," I reminded him. "Didn't you think about that?" I repeated.
He sat up a little. "Of course I thought about it," he stated. "Don't you think that when I was pinned underneath that beam the fact that I have a wife and two babies at home wasn't the first thing that came into my mind?" he asked.
"Can you please act like it, then?" I pleaded. "You're acting like it's not a big deal you could have died last night," I said yet again.
He ran his hands down his face. "I didn't almost die last night, don't you realize that I don't work alone? Didn't we already go over this?" he questioned. "I have a whole bunch of friends behind me, friends who I know wouldn't just leave us there," he reminded me. "We weren't in the room alone you know, we just happened to be the two underneath it," he rephrased.
"They can't save you every time, Troy," I told him. We keep repeating things here, and it's not getting us anywhere. "But, you know what?" I asked as I went to get off the bed. "You are right, Troy. I should be happy your leg is broken and you are in pain. I should be okay with the fact that you could have died last night, because you could have, and that you are telling me nothing important to do with it. In fact, I should be used to it," I said, going into the bathroom, and closed it too loudly behind me while I slid down the door crying.
How can he act like it's not a big deal? Like, if things had turned out differently he wouldn't be here right now? He could be in the hospital with horrible burns, or something I don't even want to think about, but have to anyways, dead.
"Brie, open the door," Troy urged from the other side a few minutes later. He tried to turn the knob, but I locked it. "Baby, please, I can hear you crying," he said. I didn't care if it hurt him to see/hear me cry, it felt food to cry, to let everything out. I needed it, it's like a rite of passage when Troy gets hurt. I need to be pissed at him, cry on him, and call him an ass at least once. "Gabriella, please," he pleaded after a moment of my sobbing.
I stood from the ground, and threw open the door, then held onto him for dear life. "I'm sorry," I squeaked into his shoulder between sobs.
I felt him kiss my hair. "No, Brie, I'm sorry. You shouldn't have to be, I do," he corrected, holding me tight. "I'm so sorry, baby," he stated, leaning against the door frame so he wouldn't lose balance, but I didn't mind. "I didn't mean to worry you or scare you, you know that. But, you also know I am not going anywhere. I promised you that a long time ago, and I don't break promises to you," he reminded me.
I pulled away from his shoulder. "Ugh," I sniffled, wiping my face. I noticed he put Carmin and Tristin in the play pen before getting up. "Why aren't you telling me anything?" I asked him.
He sighed, glancing down. "Because, Brie, I know you. I know you'll want to know every detail, then you'll visualize it, and it'll be worse than what it was really like," he told me. "I don't want you doing that, I wasn't close to dying last night, babe," he assured me.
"How do I know that? You aren't telling me anything," I reminded him, running a hand through my hair.
"Can we sit before I fall?" he questioned, holding onto the door frame. He hopped over to the bed, getting back into his spot. "Now, come here," he added, tugging on me until I straddled him. I looked to the babies, who were playing with one of their favorite toys, they'll be okay for five minutes. "I'm sorry for worrying you, and trying not to tell you. I know you want to know these things, I just don't want you to make it out to be worse than it was," he insisted.
I sniffled, letting out a breath. "Well, from what you are saying it wasn't that bad," I mumbled.
"No, I said I wasn't in any fatal danger," he corrected. "A beam did fall from the ceiling, and land on me, Brie. It wasn't like I just fell out of a tree like when I was thirteen and broke my leg that way," he stated. I opened my mouth to say something, but he shook his head. "We were at this old house. It had one of those old attics that was curved like the shape of the house. That was where the fire started from some candles being lit. Anyways, as Landon and I were putting it out, he suggested we move to the other side of the room, which was still burning pretty badly, or at least direct the hose that way. I agreed, so we did. We didn't catch on to how bad the ceiling was getting because we were more concentrated on the area that was most on fire in the room. Then, out of no where, the beam comes swinging down from next to us, still partly attached, and hits us. It was attached closer to Landon, so it hit him higher than me," he informed me.
I bit my lip as me hands slid down his chest a little. Ouch, you know?
"Mason and Ronny were in the room, far on the other side, and of course they saw it. They called in for some help, so Gavin and Nick came in, they all got the beam off. Gavin helped us to the bus that was already out waiting for us, and that's it," he finished. I know from listening to him enough that bus is short for ambulance. "We were only under the beam maybe five minutes, if that," he added.
"Was the fire out when it hit you?" I questioned.
Troy contemplated it. "For the most part. And, when it knocked into us, it pushed us further away from it," he answered. "I feel bad for Mason, he had to wrangle up the hose since we dropped it," he joked after.
"What happened at the hospital?" I asked, ignoring his joke. "What did they say?"
He let out a breath. "They gave me an x-ray. My leg is broken in one place. It's a pretty bad break, but not bad enough to where they had to pin it or anything. They also wanted to make sure my tailbone wasn't broken, seeing as it could have because it did before. It's not, but my ass will be a little sore for a few days. I don't need pain meds or anything, just Advil will work," he told me.
"That's it?" I wondered.
"I can have sex," he said. I rolled my eyes. "What? Valentine's Day is in two days, I wanted to know," he defended. "A nurse gave me her number, Landon thought it was hilarious. What else do you want to know?" he added.
I wound my arms around his neck in a hug. "I want you to stop getting hurt," I whispered into his ear. "Stop worrying me, stop scaring the hell out of me, stop putting yourself in danger, please, just stop," I pleaded, holding together.
His arms wrapped around my waist. "I'm sorry, baby," he apologized, his lips underneath my ear. "You know I can't promise that," he admitted, kissing my neck softly. I closed my eyes tighter, burying my face into the crook of his neck. "But, I have and will continue to promise you that I am here, and I'll always be here," he said. "For the millionth time, Brie, I will not die on the job and leave you. I know I won't, I can't, you need me too much," he added.
I nodded a little, pulling away to rest my forehead on his. "When we were seventeen, I promised you forever, Troy," I reminded him. "I want forever to be that, forever, not just a long time," I said.
"We're not teenagers, Gabriella. We promised each other forever on our wedding day, and that is how it's going to be," he stated.
"It better be because I can't do this without you," I told him like I have so many times before. "It's not just me that needs you, it's them too," I reminded him, glancing back at the twins. They were crawling around the play pen, binks in their mouths.
"I know that," Troy assured me. "And, whoever else comes along," he mentioned, pressing a hand against my stomach.
I nodded again. "Three more," I agreed, settling back down in his lap. "I love you," I mumbled, cupping his cheek and ran my thumb over his lip.
He kissed my thumb before leaning forward. "I love you yoo," he murmured before kissing my lips. I smiled, kissing him back. It should have been longer, but Tristin made a noise, and I couldn't help but look. He was laughing at Carmin, who I guess had fallen over. It didn't hurt her, it was padded, but Tristin still laughed in his baby way. It made me smile wider.
"They are siblings, huh?" Troy questioned, pressing another kiss to my neck before hugging me.
I kissed his temple, my arms loosely around his shoulders. "Are you still all about Carma not dating until she's forty five?" I wondered, getting up off of him after the hug. I grabbed each baby to bring back to bed again. I also got a few toys.
"Hell yes," he agreed as Tristin smacked him with a rattle. "Hey!" he exclaimed dramatically, tickling our son's tummy.
I crawled over Carmin's head, landing in front of her, making her think it was he most amazing thing in the world. I clapped, and she tried to mimic my movements. "I don't care what you say, Troy Alexander," I told him, leaning back, pulling Carmin with me. My head landed on his abdomen, Carmin on my stomach, and Tristin next to my shoulder.
"Oh, really?" he replied, taking the rattle from Tristin so he wouldn't hit me in the face with it.
I kissed Carmin's foot. "Yes," I assured him. "I want our children to have a love like ours, Troy," I started, letting Carmin start to crawl closer to her twin. "I want them to be able to notice that one person in a crowded room without trying. I want them to have a love that it even hurts when it's good, especially when it's good. I want them to be happy and have no regrets or resentments. I just want them to follow their dreams, and fall in love along the way. They don't have to be seventeen like us, just ready to fall in love, whenever that is," I explained.
"I don't disagree with that," Troy commented, lacing a hand with mine over my stomach since Carmin was now on him.
I flipped over and scooted over to rest on his chest. "Then Tristin and Carmin can date at fourteen?" I asked.
"Nope," he answered, kissing my hair. "I want them to have a love like ours just as much as you, but the boy for Carmin is not in high school," he told me.
"I don't care what you say, Troy," I repeated, nestling against him. "If Tristin dates at fourteen and I am sure he will, so will Carma," I stated.
Troy groaned. "Can we fight about this in thirteen years?" he wondered.
"If you want," I responded, smiling as I watched Tristin and Carmin. The phone rang on my bedside table. I groaned, reaching for it, then settled back against Troy in the middle of the bed. "Troy's whore house, his mistress speaking," I answered the phone after seeing the caller ID.
Troy instantly bust out laughing. My sister laughed too. "H-Hey," Serena stuttered a greeting. "That was a good one," she commented.
I laughed a little myself. "Thanks," I replied. "Why are you calling at almost ten in the morning?" I asked her.
"Oh, sissy, I love you so much too!" she cooed back at me. "Why, it's not like you were sleeping with two babies crawling around," she reminded me.
"True," I nodded, sitting up to catch Tristin's foot and tug him back closer to Troy and I as he got closer to the edge of the bed. See? He's a crawling maniac. "I was whoring myself out, but if you need to talk, feel free. I am a great multi-tasker," I told her.
She laughed again. "I'll ask Troy if you are next time I see you," she responded.
"When will you see me? It's not Sunday and we don't have plans. It's not Wednesday either," I mentioned. If my sisters and I make plans, it's on a Wednesday. That is when they are the freest with their schedules. "Is it? I'm a mom, I mess these things up," I mumbled, sniffing Carmin's butt seeing as she was close. She smells clean, so Tristin should be clean, which means I don't gotta change them just yet. Yay.
"No, it's not Wednesday, it's Thursday, but we do have to talk about shopping," she informed me. "Kris and I have a date planned for Valentine's day, of course, and I need new lingerie to surprise him with," she told me. Saturday is Valentine's Day, Serena's favorite holiday, it has been since she was fourteen and had her first date, on Valentine's Day.
I nodded. "I could use some too, but then I would need to make a second lingerie drawer," I mentioned with a sigh. I know, it's such a chore right?
"I'm on a third," she replied. "Anyways, are you free tomorrow? Belle is, and I thought we could make a sister thing out of it. No babies," she told me.
"I don't know if I can go shopping tomorrow," I replied, pulling Tristin back closer to the middle of the bed again. I know he feels confined and wants to crawl around a bigger space. He'll just have to wait a minute.
Troy poked me, so I looked. "Go, babe," he insisted.
"Wait a minute, Ser," I told her. "Are you sure, Troy? Your leg is broken," I reminded him.
He nodded. "My leg is broken, not the rest of me. Besides, Tommy and Chad are coming over. They can be monster wranglers," he assured me. "Go, I'll clear out a drawer," he mentioned, smirking.
I shook my head at him, kissing his cheek. "Okay, Ser, what time tomorrow?" I asked her.
Serena squealed."Yay, I love lingerie shopping," she gushed.
"I know," I mumbled, sticking a bink in Tristin's mouth when Carmin stole his, and his fussy face appeared. Tristin had hers in his mouth now, so Carmin reached for hers, plucking it out of Tristin's mouth again. A cry erupted. "Ser, I gotta go, Carma's being a bully," I sighed.
She laughed. "Welcome to parenthood. Love ya, bye," she said.
"Love ya, too," I replied, hanging up. "Will you just pick one, little girl?" I questioned her, sticking her purple one in her mouth, and his blue one in his mouth. "Are we all happy now?" I asked, but Carmin spit hers out, wanting Tristin's again. "Guess not." Troy chuckled from behind me. "What?" I asked.
He shook his head. "Nothing, just watching you being a mom, it's fun," he answered.
"Well, you could step in at any time, you know," I assured him when Tristin began crying again. Carmin got ahold of his bink.
"At being a mom, no thanks," he teased, sitting up and picked up Carmin, making her cry too. "Oh, stop being a bully," he told her, giving her her own bink, and her teddy bear, plus the chain links she loves pulling apart. "Tristin's older than you, you know," he added.
Tristin was still crying, and was now reaching for me. When they cry, it's Mommy they want. When they're happy, it's mainly Daddy. "Come here, baby boy," I cooed, gathering him into my arms and giving him his bink back again. He rested against me, and I felt him pulling on my hair after a moment. "Eh, none of that," I groaned, tugging it away.
"I think it's time we get them downstairs," Troy spoke up, holding onto Carmin's backside as she tried to crawl off the edge.
"I know," I agreed. They're getting annoyed. "We can play a little, eat some more food, Mommy can change you, then you can nap," I told Tristin in a happy voice. "How does that sound?" I questioned, kissing his forehead.
"Can you add Dad's shower in there?" Troy questioned, so I glanced at him.
I let Tristin go. "Can you shower?" I asked back.
"Uh, yeah, I just need to tie a bag around my cast," he informed me.
I nodded. "Alright, I'll bring them downstairs to play some more, you shower, then we'll feed them," I suggested, leaning over to kiss him. "Call for me if you need help," I said.
"I've been showering on my own for years," he assured me.
I rolled my eyes. "Fine, Mr. Independent. There is something else with you hand you've been doing for years, and since we're not having sex even though you made a point to ask the doctor, you can feel free to do it," I told him.
He chuckled, getting off the bed. "It's not like you haven't been doing it to me for years too!" he childishly responded back, making me gasp dramatically in fake embarrassment.
"They're asleep!" I announced, walking into the living room two hours later, a baby monitor in my hand.
Troy smiled at me. "Mom's voice always does the trick," he replied. "And, while babies sleep, Mom and Dad will play," he stated, grabbing my hips and pulled me down so I was laying on the couch and he rolled on top of me.
"Dad has a cast and Mom's not in the mood," I replied. "Okay, well, I'm kinda in the mood, but the cast is weird," I corrected, kissing him lightly.
Troy laughed into the kiss. "That's why you'll be on top," he said, kissing me again. "Why is the cast weird? When we were in high school and you had a broken wrist, we still had sex," he reminded me.
I flipped us over. "I don't know, it's just different," I responded.
His hands slipped down to my butt. "It's better than breaking my arm," he assured me, pressing his lips against mine. "My leg is way less involved with everything else when we're making love. We may not have sex tonight, fine, but we are on Valentine's Day, especially if you're going lingerie shopping tomorrow," he told me. "So, you better get used to my weird cast," he finished.
I groaned, but it was cut off by him kissing me again. "I really should be doing laundry or something," I whispered, already connecting my lips with his. I love making out with him, but I really should be doing laundry, and some dishes, and spot cleaning because I actually manage to keep the house pretty clean most of the time.
"This is so much more fun," he stated, squeezing my butt a little.
"I agree with that," I replied, splitting my legs and sat up. My hair spilled over my shoulder, creating a curtain around him. "So, am I more fun than that nurse last night?" I questioned, grinning down at him.
He laughed out loud. "Caught that, huh?" he asked, and I nodded. He got up on his elbows. "Well, you see, she was blond, and we both know I don't like blonds," he told me. "I tossed her number out of Diane's car once we got going," he admitted.
"So, if I go upstairs and look in your pants, it won't be there?" I questioned, my hands on his chest.
"Don't you trust me, baby?" he responded, sitting up more. His hands slid to my back and went under my shirt.
I smiled at him. "Yes, of course, I trust you," I assured him. "I just think random slutty nurses hitting on you inflates your ego, so you may have kept it," I commented.
"If you go upstairs and check in my pants, the number won't be there," he stated. "Landon wanted to hold it over my head, so we were fighting for it, and as we were fighting, which hurt him and got him yelled at, it flew out the window," he informed me.
I laughed a little. "Good, I don't want you keeping other women's numbers, especially slutty women," I told him, my hand threading into his hair.
"Brie, even if I didn't know your cell number by heart, it's number one on my speed dial. That's the only woman's phone number I care about," he told me. "Don't tell my mother that," he added.
I laughed a little again. "Really? I like being number one," I mumbled, leaning my lips in close to his.
"My favorite number is fourteen, but number one is good too," he replied before pressing his lips against mine.
As a small, sorta, present to me on Valentine's Day, Troy let me drive his car for the night. Of course, he had to be in the car with me, which was a rule. And, the only reason I knew he was letting me is because his leg is broken, so he can't drive, but he wanted to take his car.
"Is it.." I trailed off, thinking of another guess.
"Brie, just stop guessing and drive," Troy suggested. I don't know where I am going, Troy is directing me. So far, it's the middle of freaking no where.
He already took me to the best Chinese restaurant in Albuquerque, which I loved. It's an upper-scale one, and I loved it. The food was sooo good. "Well, I wanna know where we're going," I mumbled, smiling as I drove. I love driving his car, it's so much fun. He's already yelled at me twice because of my speed.
"Brie, will you slow down?" he questioned. Okay, three times, my bad. "We're in no rush, and I seriously don't want to get in a car accident," he told me.
I rolled my eyes. "Don't be so dramatic, there is no reason we'd get in a car accident," I assured him. "We're on a single lane road with no one else on it, the only reason we'd get into one is if you keep annoying me," I informed him.
"Uh-huh, slow down because the turn is up here," he said, pointing at an old barn.
"I'm not going to have to milk a cow or something, right?" I asked him, slowing down. "Because, I breast fed, I know what it's like to milk something. It's not that fun, it's a painful hassle," I mentioned.
Troy laughed. "You're not milking anything," he told me. "I remember how excited you were when I mentioned this last Valentine's Day, so I decided to do it," he said as I turned towards the barn.
He instructed me to go around the barn, and that was when I saw the white screen against the barn wall. "Troy did you do the drive-in in the middle of no where?" I asked, putting the car into park.
"Yep, with just the two of us," he answered, reaching behind my seat and produced a bag. "In there is sweets, and I have drinks back here, plus a pie," he informed me, smiling.
I leaned over and kissed him. "You are the best date planner ever," I mumbled against his lips before kissing him again.
"Uh-huh, I like doing this stuff. It's kind of a challenge, seeing what I can do to make you extra surprised and happy on holidays," Troy admitted. "I don't even care about me, I just like making you smile," he cutely added.
"Aw, baby," I cooed, kissing him lightly. "Then, I guess you won't want these," I commented, pulling his present out of my purse. I handed him the tickets.
His eyes ran over them before a huge smile erupted over his face. "You got me tickets to see my favorite band?" he questioned.
"Yep," I assured him, pulling out the Swedish Fish from the bag he had handed me a few minutes earlier.
"Wait, these aren't for Albuquerque," he mentioned. "Not that I mind, they are my favorite band, but-" I stopped him with a kiss.
"I know, I got them that way purposefully. I thought maybe you'd take me, and we could get out of town for the weekend, get a hotel room, a mini couple vacation or something," I suggested, running a hand through his hair.
Troy smiled at me. "Of course I'm gonna take you, it sounds awesome," he said, kissing me again.
"So, what movie are we seeing?" I wondered, leaning my forehead on his.
--(3 weeks later)(Twins would be about eight months)--
I shook my head at myself, looking into my mirror. This cannot be happening, I am not ready for this again, not yet.
I am not pregnant again.
"So stupid," I muttered to myself, running a hand through my hair. I'm not pregnant, I refuse to believe it, even if this pregnancy test does in fact say 'pregnant' when the time is up. It'd be incorrect.
Don't get me wrong, having another baby with Troy would not be the end of the world. I'm sure I would even warm up to the idea after a couple days, but I am just not ready yet. The twins are eight months old, they're finally easy to handle, I'm getting almost full nights of sleep now, and they're fun. They've always been able to make me smile, they're my children, I think almost everything they do is cute, but they're crawling, and trying to stand, and love playing, I'm content where my life is right now.
I'm not ready to blow up again, and be sick all the time, and not be able to sleep, and be constantly uncomfortable, it's just too soon. I got my body back, Troy and I are going out a little more, everything is wonderful right now.
Then again, I feel like I am being selfish with this whole thing. Would I seriously hate the fact that I am pregnant? Hell no, it's Troy's baby, it would just be better if we waited until the twins are older. It would be easier for me, I don't wanna have to handle a newborn and two one year olds, that would make me go insane. The twins already are driving me up a wall with crawling, and fighting, and now they're into throwing things.
"Brie!" Troy called into the bathroom on the ground floor.
It made me jump. "What?" I screamed back, a little harsher than I intended.
"We're going to be late if you don't hurry up," he told me. It's Sunday, so we're due at my mom's, and she was adamant that we all be there. Something is up.
My head dropped so I could look at the timer on my cell. "One more minute!" I shouted to him, biting my lip. Forty five seconds until the test will reveal my fate. This sounds so dramatic.
"You've been in there forever, babe, is something wrong?" he questioned, sounding caring.
"No, Troy, nothing is wrong," I assured him. "I am just a girl, bathrooms are like my second home, give me one more minute," I pleaded.
Before I could realize what he was doing, Troy opened the door I forgot to lock, and hopped in on one crutch. He really should be using two, but he never does.
"Jesus, couldn't you wait?" I asked him, turning to face him.
His eyes instantly saw the pregnancy test box that I had not thrown away, and the white stick over on the other side of the sink so I could not see the answer until the right time. I don't think I am the best at hiding things anymore. "I'm not Jesus, I'm Troy, and Troy's impatient," he answered smartly.
I gave him a look. "Troy could have waited another damn minute," I told him.
"Gabriella, what's going on?" he wondered, leaning against the sink next to me.
"Well, if you put two and two together, you'd realize that I am late," I said, looking down at my sink. "I don't know if I'm pregnant yet, it's not time yet," I mumbled.
"Why didn't-" he was cut off by the timer going off on my cell.
I took in a deep breath and reached for the test.
I know I said Jack and Maria stuff this time, and there will be, just in the next one. I got to thinking about doing this, and I couldn't not do it.
I already know the answer to the test! Duh, I'm not sure if you'll all like it, but I think it's for the best.
Sorry this is a bit short, but I like this chapter and I've already started the next. I was going to go into Valentine's Day more, which is partly the reason this is late. Whatever I wrote wasn't good, so I stopped it there. I will be doing a chapter on that weekend getaway, so, yeah. I had to set that up.
PS: Troy and Gabriella's tattoos will be revealed in the next chapter! I am still tweaking them, but if you have suggestions, PM or review it.
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-- Kayleigh