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1 Week Later
Twins are about Eight and a half months
Named Misery Business because it fits really well. The actual song lyrics don't, but the title does! It's by Paramore.
"I have a question," I started a week earlier, coming out of my closet with my towel wrapped around my lower half like a guy. I have a top on, so I don't need to cover that.
"Is that what you're wearing tonight?" Troy replied from the bed, laying sideways, and flipping through the channels. "I don't exactly have a problem with it, but if it falls, Tommy will be happy," he mentioned. "Wait, then I think I do have a problem."
I rolled my eyes. He's such a guy. "I have a question," I repeated, ignoring him. "Purple, light blue, or matching?" I asked.
"Is this a trick question from some magazine that tells if we are soulmates or something if I pick the same thing you did?" he questioned in reply.
I glared, annoyed now. "No! It's not! I'm talking about my underwear, Troy," I informed him.
He got up on his elbows. "Oh, then show me each thing," he suggested.
I groaned. "Just pick a damn option," I ordered, crossing my arms.
"Well, what color is matching?" he wondered.
This is causing too many questions. "Never mind, I'll pick," I mumbled, going back into my closet.
"Wait!" he called after me. "Purple," he shouted.
I nodded, grabbing the lacy royal purple booty underwear I just acquired today. I went shopping with Serena, Jaymi, and Allie. We stopped by Belle's shop after and went to lunch. Well, I got my hair cut first, then we went out. I have way more booty underwear these days than any other kind. Troy has a thing for it, and they are way more comfortable than thongs, so I am glad I got a guy who doesn't like thongs much.
I slipped on my blue jeans after, matching my white top I have on. It's short sleeved, v-necked, and doesn't even reach the tops of my jeans. The bottom of the shirt is tight on my torso, making it so the fabric overlaps it. It gives off a hippie look, but it's really cute. I thought about not buying it, but Serena insisted I did. She said that just because I am a wife and a mother doesn't mean I can't be sexy. I'm twenty five, not forty. And, my mom is older than that, and she is still fashionable and beautiful. I put on my tan boots too, tucking my jeans into them.
I went back out into the bedroom after, going over to my vanity. "Can I see it?" Troy asked as I put on a pair of convervative red feather earrings.
"Nope," I confirmed, clipping on my red ruby necklace. I ran a brush through my hair. It's slightly curly today, and silky, and shiny.
"Can I see it later?" he questioned, sitting up now.
I smiled at him, putting my perfume on. "That depends on how I feel later, Bolton," I reminded him, throwing my tan jacket that matches my boots on the bed next to him. "Remember the bet, baby," I said.
He groaned. "I thought you would forget about that," he mumbled, running a hand over his face.
"Hell no," I replied, walking over to him. We made a bet a few days ago, and I won. I think I am on a winning streak. Anyways, he was watching some game on t.v. cheering on some team. I rooted for the other, just to piss him off for my own amusement. In his anger, he bet me that if his team won, I would have to give him a victory lap dance and strip tease. If I won, I get to initiate sex for the next month. We agreed right when his team took a turn for the worst, and I won.
Troy caught my wrist and tugged me over to him. "Brie, this isn't fair, you know what this bet will do to me," he whined, wrapping his arms around my waist and burying his face into my stomach.
I wound my arms around his neck. "I know, baby, why do you think I thought of it?" I questioned, kissing his head. You know the saying you always want what you can't have? That is true with Troy in some cases. And, if I am the only one who is allowed to initiate sex, Troy is going to want to so badly. I am a genius, right?
"And you say I am evil in bed," he muttered against my stomach.
I laughed a little. "You are, sometimes," I agreed, pushing him away. I moved into his lap and wrapped my arms around his waist. "I have another question," I told him, pressing my lips to his.
He nodded, keeping his lips pressed against mine, continuing to kiss me. I contently kissed him back until I felt my pants unbutton. I pulled away instantly. "Please, I just want to see the underwear," he pleaded.
"No," I stated, buttoning my pants back up. I already love this bet. All of this is only starting today because my period left yesterday. "Now, my question," I started. Troy whined, his head dropping to my neck. "I got my magazine subscriptions the other day," I went on, feeling his lips softly start to kiss down the slope of my neck.
"Uh-huh," he mumbled in between kisses.
I smiled involuntarily. "Um, anyways, in this article I was feeling, I mean, reading," I corrected myself, causing him to chuckle. I cleared my throat as he began sucking lightly too. "It said that when a guy is, well, when you are-" I stopped when he reached a sweet spot.
"Yes?" Troy asked, ceasing for a moment. I felt his breath against the wet spot he created.
My eyes closed a little. "Dammit, Troy!" I scolded, moving to get off of him.
He held back his smirk, not letting me get up. "Wait, what is your question, I'm sorry," he apologized.
"Too late, I'll figure it out myself," I mentioned, wiggling to get off of him.
"No, ask me, please. I promise I'll answer truthfully and stop trying seduce you even though it was so working," he assured me.
I stopped my movements. "That doesn't help your case," I informed him, faking anger.
He looked at me with big, sorry eyes, and his lower lip plumped out a little, making him look cute and innocent. "Please ask me," he mumbled in a sad voice.
"I hate when you make that face," I reminded him, crumbling too easily.
"I hate when you make the same face to me, but it works, doesn't it?" he questioned, his hands on my bare back. "Now, Bolton, what is this inquiry you have?" he wondered.
I raised an eyebrow at his wording before deciding not to care. "Well, I was reading in one of my magazines about these odd sex facts, right?" I started for what seemed like the tenth time.
"Sure," Troy agreed with a nod.
I nodded too. "Yeah, so is one fact was that when a guy is, when you are," I tried to word right. I don't want it to be awkward. Should it be, though? I mean, he's my husband, I can tell him these kinds of things. Then again, he is my husband, and asking this question could result in embarrassing questions in front of our friends and plain old making fun of me later.
"And?" he asked when I was quiet for a minute.
"Never mind," I sighed, shaking my head a little.
"Brie, tell me now or I will tickle it out of you," he threatened. "I may be a gimp, but I can still overpower you, so you know I will chase you around this house until you ask me this damn question," he explained.
"Fine!" I replied. "You have to promise not to make fun of me when I am asking this question to benefit you," I ordered, poking him in the chest.
He rolled his eyes, nodding. "Whatever, just ask me already," he urged me along.
"Alright, is said when a guy, so you, is like," I tried to think of a good working. I groaned. "Fuck it, when you are about to have an orgasm, does it feel better when I pull on your hair?" I finally asked him.
He burst out laughing. I didn't think it was funny, or even that funny. I glared at him again, and maybe blushed a little, but he was too busy laughing to notice.
"I don't see the punchline here," I mumbled grumpily.
Troy managed to control himself after a minute or two. "I'm sorry, baby, it's just-" he began laughing nonstop again. He was badly laughing, the kind when you can't breathe and your eyes water. "It hurts," he laughed, falling back on the bed, grabbing his side.
"I am being serious, Troy!" I told him, getting seriously angry now. "There are a lot of nerves up there, it said is feels way more pleasurable," I insisted. He just continued to laugh. "Ugh, I am going to go check on your children," I muttered, climbing over him.
"Wait!" he said, catching my waist. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to laugh so hard," he apologized when I was on all fours above him. "But, it felt so good," he added. I rolled my eyes. "Honestly, I don't know, I've never distinguished the difference," he told me. "I mean, you've done it before, and it didn't feel bad, maybe different, but in a good way," he went on. "Can we try it later? Just to figure it out? I'm interested in it now," he mentioned.
I shook my head. "Uh-uh," I denied. "You hurt my feelings by laughing for five minutes because of a simple question. Since you lost the bet, you better hurriedly get on my good side if you want to see me naked again any time soon," I informed him just as there was a short doorbell ring before it opened. "There are our friends," I stated, removing myself from his grip to stand up.
We're having a dinner party tonight, the girls are cooking, the boys better like it, and we're all going to have fun hanging out. Kids are welcome, but the only other kid is Junior, who loves being here. He loves Mickey and Minnie, and playing with Tristin, and dotes on Carmin the whole time he's here. Troy hates it, but the rest of us thing it's adorable.
It wasn't long before everyone else began arriving. Everyone else meaning, Sharpay, Zeke, Junior, Kara, and Tommy. Taylor and Chad were the first to arrive, waking Tristin and Carmin from their late afternoon nap. The doorbell scares them now, my mom said it's because they didn't notice it before, and now they do. The loud ring scares them, mainly because they don't know what it's for and why it happens.
"You can do it all on your own, I know you can," Troy told Carmin later, sitting on the floor with her.
I watched with a smile as he tried to make her stand by herself. Tristin is over with Tommy. Tristin keeps throwing things, and loves watching Tommy get it, then give it back to him.
Troy stood Carmin up next to the coffee table. He showed her to hold onto the table, but she kept leaning on Troy. "You don't need me, baby, you can stand on your own," he insisted.
"That's depressing," I mumbled from behind them. "They're only eight months old, they don't need me anymore already?"
Taylor scoffed a little. "Don't pull that line, Gabi. You're twenty five and you still need your mom, it's why you're so upset your mom is moving," she reminded me.
"Lalalala," I started to repeat and put my hands over my ears as if to ignore her.
"Gabriella is in denial," Troy informed them all. The 'lalala' thing never works.
I sighed. "I'm not in denial, I accept it, I am just on a phone strike until she changes her mind," I told them.
"She can't not go with her husband, Gabi," Sharpay said, with everyone else nodded.
"Yeah, if Troy got transferred, you would have to move," Chad agreed. "Do firefighters even get transferred?" he questioned afterwards.
Troy shrugged, still trying to make Carmin stand. "Not usually," he answered.
I felt something on my leg, I saw Tristin there, slobber all over his mouth. "Are you done playing with Uncle Tommy?" I asked him, plucking him up off the floor. I wiped off his mouth with his bib. He reached forward and touched my cheek. I pretended to bit it, and just kissed it instead.
"She's doing it!" Troy suddenly exclaimed, making everyone look at Carmin. She was indeed standing without Troy's assistance. She was using the coffee table, but it still counts.
I made Tristin's hands clap. "Look at your sister, buddy," I cooed, pointing at her. He leaned back against me, his big blue eyes staring up at me. I smiled down at him, kissing his forehead. "I don't think you care too much," I mentioned. "I hope when you get older, your better twins," I added. Twins who don't like each other are boring, I want twins who like each other, and have that odd twin bond, and even their own language, like Marc and Luke did. They had more of a hand langauge, though, and understood each other.
"Ryan and I are twins," Sharpay spoke up out of no where.
"Thanks, Shar, we didn't know," Troy told her, catching Carmin when she went to move, but couldn't support herself. "You'll be walking soon, little girl. You and your brother are advanced, like your mom," he informed her, turning her towards him.
I smiled at him, holding onto a wiggling Tristin. "I hope they don't walk too soon, I'm having heart attacks with them barely crawling," I reminded him.
"Yeah, you even lost a twin," Tommy teased, sitting on the couch with Kara.
I glared at him. "Hey, Mr. Firefighter, you try being home alone all day with two crawling babies, lets see how well you do," I challenged.
"Um, I don't really think I want to leave my children alone with Tommy for a day," Troy interrupted. "Tommy and Kara, okay," he said. Tommy is playful with them, but when they cry, he gets really scared, and hands the baby off to the nearest girl.
"I will have you know I am great with babies, they love me," Tommy boasted, sitting up a little straighter.
Chad nodded. "Because you relate to them, half the time you act like one," he told him.
"Okay, let's all pick on someone else now," Tommy suggested, slouching over.
"We're back," Zeke stated, coming back in the room with Junior over his shoulder. He went to change him, not being able to do it out here because he wants to move around twenty four seven. He put Junior on the floor, who immediately went over to Carmin, giving her toy after toy, seeing what she wanted.
"Aw, my baby is going to be the perfect boyfriend," Sharpay cooed, admiring our kids.
Troy shook his head. "Uh-uh, not to my baby," he denied.
"Hey, Bolton, what is wrong with my child?" she questioned, getting defensive.
"Nothing, I love the little guy, he's my godson, but my little girl isn't dating him," Troy replied, letting Carmin crawl away, Junior following after. "She isn't dating anyone, not as long as I'm around," he finished, scooting back to lean against the arm chair, next to my feet.
I rolled my eyes. "Don't listen to him, Shar, Carma can date Junior if they want to, but she has to be fourteen," I corrected Troy, putting Tristin over his shoulder. He was wiggling too much in my arms, they can never sit still, not unless they are extremely tired.
Troy let Tristin slip down his shoulder to his chest, making him laugh. "Mommy and Daddy aren't going to talk about this, because it ends with Mommy lecturing me," he said to Tristin.
"Then maybe Daddy should pull his head out of his a-butt," I suggested. "Boys are equal to girls, just like Tristin and Carmin are equal, so when Tristin dates, Carmin is dating," I told him for the millionth time.
"See, she's lecturing me," Troy mumbled, helping Tristin jump up and down in his lap.
"When is dinner going to be done?" Chad wondered aloud, breaking into everybody's side conversations.
Taylor looked at the time as I looked to her. I wouldn't know, I just sat there, pretending to help. "Uh, any minute. We should check it," she answered.
I piled all my hair over one shoulder then stood up. Troy had let Tristin crawl for Junior and Carmin. "Oh, G, I forgot to mention it earlier, I like your haircut," Sharpay said as all the girls got up.
"Thanks, you should go to Belle's soon, she got these new products in, they work great," I told her, walking around Troy, but he caught my hand.
"Wait, you got your haircut?" he questioned me, his eyes on my hair.
I nodded. "A little," I confirmed.
"I wasn't informed of this," he responded. "I get say on your hair, you know this, this is a violation of our marriage," he stated dramatically.
"Troy, if you didn't like my haircut, you would have noticed the fact that I got a haircut to begin with," I assured him. "I just got the split ends cut off, and some layers redone," I said.
He sighed, still being dramatic. "I don't care, we're fighting now because I wasn't told of this haircut stuff," he told me.
"Okay, we're fighting, I need to check on dinner," I agreed, getting my hand free, then followed after the girls. "Is it done?" I asked them, hopping up onto the counter when I went into the kitchen.
Taylor shook her head. "Not yet, about fifteen more minutes," she answered. "It's cooking a little slow."
"Troy and I are fighting because I didn't tell him I got my haircut," I told them.
They laughed. "You'd be fighting a whole lot more if you told him a little bit more about your day," Sharpay muttered.
"What was that, Shar?" I questioned, my eyes on her.
"I am just saying he would be a little more upset if he knew who you ran into at Starbucks," she explained, not backing down.
Kara leaned against the counter. "What am I missing here?" she wondered.
"Gabi ran into Robbie at Starbucks today. They had coffee together," Taylor filled her in.
Kara turned towards me. "Robbie, Robbie? Robbie Troy hates, Robbie?"
"How many Robbie's do you know?" I asked her, raising my eyebrows.
She opened her mouth to speak again, but Sharpay spoke first. "I don't think it matters," she stated. "Yes, Troy hates him, but you hate Britney, and he had lunch with Britney before," she reminded me.
"That was before we got back together, plus she was engaged the first time, then married the second time," I added on to what she was telling me. "It's not a big deal, we met in Starbucks when I was waiting for my sister's. He was there, I was there, we had a ten minute conversation, that's it," I told them.
"If that was all, you would have told Troy," Taylor commented. "I know there was no cheating going on, Gabi, that is not what I am saying. I am saying that running onto Robbie at Starbucks is okay, you say an awkward hello, maybe a hug, you go on your way. You sat down, to talked to him, it wasn't awkward. You know Troy hates Robbie, you shouldn't have done it," she told me.
Sharpay scoffed. "Will you stop making her feel guilty?" she questioned her. "You're right, Tay, it wasn't cheating, it was just coffee with an old friend. Troy doesn't have to know everything she does," she insisted.
"Well, how would you feel if Zeke had coffee with an ex flame?" Kara wondered towards Sharpay.
"How do you feel when Tommy and Tanya talk?" she asked in return.
Kara's eyes widened a little. "They talk?" she replied.
"It was only a few times, Kara, and it was nothing big. Tanya has a new boyfriend, you know that. They were friends before they dated, and now they're friends again," I assured her. "They are both happy now, Tommy is so happy with you, like Tanya is with Kevin. You shouldn't hold it against him," I said.
"Can we get back to Gabriella here?" Taylor asked. Um, I really don't want to get back to me.
Sharpay nodded. "Fine, I don't see anything wrong with Gabriella simply having coffee with Robbie when she is married, and he is committed to Ana," she voiced yet again. "Especially when he pulled a complete double standard last week, making her feel guilty," she added.
"What do you mean?" I wondered myself.
"I mean," Sharpay started. "He went on last week about how he wishes he is your one and only, correct?" she asked, making me nod. "You aren't his one and only, yet he wants to be yours?"
"That's true," Taylor agreed.
"Can we get back to me, please?" Kara asked. "My boyfriend is talking to his slutty ex-girlfriend," she reminded us.
Sharpay waved her off. "They're completely over each other, like Robbie and Gabriella and Troy and Ana, in some cases, exes can be friends," she stated.
"We're not even friends!" I exclaimed. "I know it pisses off Troy when I am around him, and since my marriage is obviously more important to me, it's the most important thing to me, along with my children, so I don't speak to him much when on the occasion I do see him. I do not see why it's a crime I had coffee with Robbie," I finished.
"I can see why," a voice said from the entrance of the kitchen.
My neck snapped in the direction so quick, I felt my muscle strain. "Troy," I cleared my throat as I hopped off the counter. "Um, dinner's almost done," I informed him.
He nodded silently at me, a look I didn't like in his eye. It's the look when I know he's beyond pissed, and we're definitely going to fight later. I hate that look, it's a rarity because when we fight, it's usually the small kind of fight. You know, the kind when something small pisses one of us off, we act all pissy, we get over it, we get passed it. The time span is usually a few hours, maybe a day at the most. Then, there are these kind of fights, the kind that is not going to end well, and it's going to be a nasty fight.
He turned to Kara. "Can you grab two jars of baby food for me?" he asked, but there was no doubt in his voice, she was going to do it. It wasn't an actual question.
"Of course," she answered quietly, probably not used to seeing Troy this angry. Having common sense, she handed him two jars and two spoons.
Without speaking again, he went to leave. "Troy," I stopped him, but didn't know exactly what to say. Sorry? It wasn't anything important? I didn't see the reason I had to? I don't know.
His head came around to look at me again. "We'll talk later, believe me," he promised, then wobbled on his way.
"Fuck," I swore under his breath.
A beep sounded through the kitchen. "Dinner's done," Taylor mumbled in a low tone.
"I'm not hungry," I commented, watching my husband go to the living room and hand Chad and Tommy the jars, letting them feed Carmin and Tristin tonight.
Sharpay cleared her throat. "Dinner will be fun," she mentioned sarcastically, and I couldn't help but agree.
Dinner was not fun. It was fast and awkward. As soon as everyone finished, they made up some excuse to leave. Kara and Tommy were bickering about Tanya, so they went back to Tommy's place to fight. Sharpay and Zeke had to go home to put Junior to bed, and Chad and Taylor just wanted to get out of the crossfire.
When they were gone, it was about time for the twins to be getting to sleep. So, we gave them probably the quickest bath they've ever had in their short lives (we usually let them play around a little bit). They love the bath. Then, they got a small bottle, and put to bed. I sang to them, and noticed they had fallen asleep rather quickly. Having friends over usually does that to them. They love the attention they get, and play so much, plus Junior always keeps them active.
I closed the nursery door behind me, checking our bedroom for Troy, but he wasn't in there. I grabbed the baby monitor before going downstairs to face the music and get into a fight. Troy was sitting on the couch, looking rather pissed, with the t.v. on, but his eyes weren't on it. They were looking below it, which is the t.v. stand that holds all the electronics, plus some pictures.
I set the baby monitor down, standing next to the arm chair. The only thing heard in the room was the t.v. and the rain pounding on the porch. It started raining during dinner, coincidently. It fits the mood of the night. "They're asleep," I offered as a way to break the silence.
"I noticed," he responded in monotone, his eyes never moving.
I bit my lip, pushing my hair behind an ear to get it away from my face. "I know you're angry, but if you just let me explain-" I tried.
"Explain what?" he questioned, his eyes on me now. "Explain what, Gabriella?"
"That it's not a big deal," I answered. "I was in Starbucks, he was in Starbucks, we were both waiting for people, it's no big deal," I insisted.
Troy leaned forward, running a hand down his face. "If it wasn't a big deal, you would have told me about it," he replied, his voiced laced in anger. "You knew I would be pissed. You knew I would be pissed, so you didn't tell me about it. You knew I would be pissed and you still had coffee with him," he told me.
"Troy, I'm never around him," I started. "When he's in town, the most I do is a hello, the normal how are you, and I do that because I love you. I do that because you and Carmin and Tristin are the world to me. I do it because it's not a big deal, I know you hate him, I know you do, and I can't change it, so I don't hang around him, knowing it pisses you off. I spoke with him once, Troy, and-"
"It's not just once!" he stated, standing up, bring a crutch as he did to balance. "Every time he's in town, you talk to him. I can understand speaking to him when he's at your mom's, because he's there, and you're there, and it happens. But, this time, this time you didn't have to talk to him, you didn't have to sit down with him, but you did anyways. Don't you realize how much that fucking bothers me?" he questioned.
I ran a hand through my hair. "You have no reason to be bothered!" I assured him. "I love you, I'm in love with you, I'm married to you, I have children with you, and I plan to have more," I told him. "You're the one I need, you're my best friend, you're the one I can't live without," I said.
"I'm not worried you're going to leave me for him, Gabriella," Troy responded. "I know all of that, but how would you feel if I went out with an ex-girlfriend?" he questioned.
"You have!" I reminded him. "Do you remember Britney?" I asked.
"That was before we got together," he replied. "You know it, and when she did call to have lunch again, I told her no, mainly because we got into a huge fight over it. Since I don't care that much about having lunch with her, I said no, and I haven't spoken to her since then. That was before we even got engaged," he told me.
I crossed my arms, walking forward a little. "While we're talking about Britney, let's add on how much of a double standard you are pulling on me, making me feel guilty," I suggested. This girl talk in the kitchen is what got me on trouble, but at least it can help me in the fight.
He looked confused for a moment. "What? What are you talking about?"
"You're all about being my one and only, when I'm not yours. You've been with more people than I have, Troy," I reminded him.
"Are you serious?" he wondered, anger flaring within him again. "Don't you think I wish you were, too?" he questioned. "I regret giving up my virginity to Britney, I regret having sex with that girl when we were broken up, I wish you were my one and only. I wish I had waited just a little bit, then Britney and I would have broken up, and I would have found you. I would have given my virginity to you instead of her," he told me.
"I feel the same about Robbie, and he's the only other guy I've been with willingly, and every time he's around, I feel horrible. I feel horrible because I know you hate him, I know you hate that I cheated on you with him, you hate that I had sex with him, and you hate he's still in my life, but I can't change it, so get over it!" I insisted.
"You know what you need to get over?" he asked me. I shrugged. "Your mother is moving, she's moving with her husband, and I know you'll miss her, but you have to get over yourself, and be happy for her," he told me. "You and all the rest of your siblings aren't talking to her, and making her feel like shit when her moving away is not the end of the world. Stop avoiding her, and grow up, and at least pretend to be happy for her."
I was shocked a little. "You want me to stop avoiding my mother? Fine! Stop avoiding your dad and finally tell him your answer about the twins," I replied. "You're the one avoiding, avoider!"
"I'm not avoiding it! I called my mom today and told her my decision," he informed me.
Now, I'm shocked a lot. "And, you decided not to tell me about it? I may believe it's your choice, but they are my children, too! I deserve to know what choice you came to," I stated.
"Well, I deserve to know when you are having coffee with a man you cheated on me with," he replied. "I guess we don't all get what we want," he said.
I glared before turning and walking away. "Before you ask, I'm not running away, I'm going upstairs because I don't want to look at you anymore," I called over my shoulder.
"Back at you!" he shouted back.
I stomped up the steps like a teenager going to my bedroom. I did just that, go to my bedroom, closing and locking it behind me. I let out a noise of annoyance, going on to my closet, taking off my shirt as I did. I changed into a black tank top, and just left my underwear on, not caring to put pants or shorts on. The only one here is my husband, who I am fighting with. The underwear will me him want me, and he is so not getting me, or maybe elevate his mood a little, which would help me in the end.
I went into the bathroom after, closing the door behind me, and took my make up off, then put my hair up in a messy bun. As I did this, there was a loud boom, causing me to jump with small scream, and the lights went out. "Seriously?" I questioned to no one, then listened closely for the babies. Surprisingly, there was no cry heard, but I wanted to check on them in case they are awake and terrified into silence or something.
I felt around for the door knob, which took me a moment to do. Then, I had to go through the bedroom, which took a minute because I ran into everything I could possibly run into, which is a feat because there shouldn't have been much in my path. I walked out of the bedroom, and ran into something, my husband, causing me to fall over.
"Are you okay?" Troy asked through the darkness, whispering.
I ignored him, standing up, and brushed past him to the twins room. Of course, the door was closed, and I walked into it, making me fall over again. I heard Troy trying not to laugh. "Shut up," I ordered, standing up. "What are you doing up here?" I questioned him in a harsh whisper.
"The same thing you are," he replied in an obvious tone.
I felt around for the door knob. "Well, go downstairs, I called this floor," I told him, opening the door. I quickly went over to the first crib. Carmin was sleeping peacefully.
"I guess they didn't inherit your fear," Troy commented from Tristin's crib.
A crack of thunder was heard, and I jumped a little, hating myself for it. I shouldn't still be afraid of storms, I'm twenty five, and a mother. "Like I said, go back downstairs, I called this floor," I repeated, leaving the nursery. I went back into our bedroom, attempting to close the door behind me, but Troy was there.
"You can't keep me out of my own bedroom, or half of my house," he stated, easily coming on in, no matter how hard I pushed on the door.
"I don't care, we're fighting, I don't want to see you," I told him, crossing my arms, watching his dark figure toss his crutches down, and shrug off his shirt. Well, something came off of his body.
"You can't see anything, the lights are out. But, if your eyes are that good close them," he suggested, taking his pants off now. He hopped over to the dresser, then put a different pair of pants on. I think they are pajama pants.
I felt anger overcome me some more. "No, I am still afraid of storms, and I would not to prefer to sit up here in the dark. I want to light some candles, and if I do, then I would have to see your face," I responded, stepping closer.
Troy hopped over to the bed. He's gotten good at hopping. "Then, don't look at me," he replied, laying down.
"Troy," I warned him, stomping my foot.
"Gabriella," he mimicked. "I'm not leaving my wife and children up here during a storm," he stated. "We may be fighting, I don't care," he insisted.
I groaned. Without speaking, I went into the bathroom. I gathered up all of my candles, a lighter, and the flashlights we had. I stationed the candles throughout the room, one on each bedside table, on my vanity, the dressers, underneath the t.v, everywhere. I made sure it wasn't a fire hazard though, Troy is a firefighter, I've been taught. He was watching and didn't object, so I knew it was okay. After, the room had a romantic light to it, but I ignored that. After, I grabbed the book I am reading, along with a flashlight, and sat down in the desk chair.
"Are you serious?" Troy questioned, breaking the silence.
"Yes, Troy, I am serious, I don't want to be near you," I responded, opening my book.
He laughed sarcastically, using a flashlight to read his Sports Illustrated magazine. "You don't want to be near me?" he asked. "You're the one who betrayed me!" he reminded me.
I scoffed. "Betrayed you? I had coffee for ten minutes!" I insisted. "You are the one who made a decision regarding our children without me," I told him.
"You told me it was my decision to make," he replied, closing the magazine and turned off the flashlight. "Just admit you're fucking wrong for having coffee with him," he said a minute later.
"No, because I'm not wrong," I replied. "You're wrong, you made a decision about Jack, fine, but before you told your mom, don't you think you should have told me?" I asked him. "I may have had input, you know," I added, closing my book and turning off my flashlight as well.
He rubbed his eyes. "If I thought I needed your input, I would have asked," he told me. "And, you are too wrong. You would be so angry if I had coffee with Britney, and you know it," he told me.
I stood up, throwing my book down behind me. "I don't care, they're my children too," I stated, walking over to him. "I don't like Jack, I can't because of the things he does to you. He won't treat our kids the same, I know damn well neither of us will let that happen, but you should have told me," I reiterated.
"I don't like him either," he said, standing up in front of me. "I basically hate my own father, do you know how that feels?" he questioned. "To know that I hate him, and he practically disowned me, but he wants to know my children?" he added. "I want to be the selfish bastard, I want to tell him to fuck off, that they're my kids and he can't know them, just to hurt him," he admitted. "But, I have a heart, I can't," he mumbled. "And, then, to go through all of this today, then find out later that my wife had coffee with the guy she cheated on me with.." he trailed off.
I was quiet, not sure how to respond.
"Why the fuck aren't you wearing pants?" he asked a moment later, his head tilted down at my body.
"I-I," I stuttered, not wanting to answer honestly. Before I could either tell him the truth, or mumble my way out of it, his lips were on mine. I didn't resist, my hands sliding up his bare torso.
We kissed slowly for a moment, and the thought about why Troy is kissing me right now, passed through my mind. I have no idea, we were talking about a sensitive subject, his father, and now this? It makes no sense. Suddenly, his hands slipped down over my bum to the back of my thighs. He lifted me up with ease, turning us around, and layed me down on the bed. His lips began to travel down my neck, and my hands went into his hair, tilting my head so he would have more room.
I wasn't sure why it came to this, but I liked it. In one swift movement, Troy pulled off my shirt, which surprised me. My hands weren't ready for it. He looked down at my bare chest. "Let's admit we're both wrong for the next few hours," he suggested, his hand drifting up my side.
I nodded, wordlessly. "'K-kay, we'll talk later," I agreed, pulling his neck down so I could kiss him again. "How did that happen?" I questioned Troy a few hours later. The storm is winding down, the babies are sleeping through everything, and I am not waking them for anything.
"You weren't wearing any pants, and I love you in purple," Troy answered, his head turning towards me. "I was staring at your ass the whole time you were lighting candles," he informed me.
I couldn't help but laugh. "Next time we fight, I'm doing this again," I stated, turning my body up on the side, facing him.
"And, I initiated the sex when you won the bet," he added. I opened my mouth in shock, having completely forgotten the bet. "I knew you'd be pissed later, it was a double win for me," he added.
"You are such an ass," I mumbled as he got up on his side to face me too.
He nodded. "I can be," he agreed. "I should have told you about my decision, Brie," he said a moment later.
"And, I shouldn't have sat down with Robbie," I replied. "I just- we were both there, waiting, and alone, and he asked, and I would have felt weird to say no but stay sitting there. Plus, I know he would like to be some sort of friend to me, even if I know I can't be one to him because of you, I didn't think ten minutes would matter," I explained. "I'm sorry," I apologized.
He nodded again, lacing one hand with me. "I can't be angry you're a genuinely nice person, it's one of the things I love about you," he responded. "I'll never like him, Gabriella, I don't even want to try," he admitted.
"You don't have to, I'll never like Britney, and if you went out with her, and didn't tell me, I would have been pissed," I assured him. "From now on, the only contact I'll have with him if the simple hello how are you at my mom's," I promised. "Er, Felix's," I corrected. "It's going to take some getting used to for that."
"I shouldn't have called you out on that last night," Troy replied. "I know how close you two are, you're a lot alike, and you are a new mother, I understand that you need her," he told me. "But, making her feel bad for wanting to move with her husband is wrong," he said.
I let out a breath. "I know," I muttered slowly.
Troy squeezed my hand. "Think about how frightened she is. She may want to move because Rich is going, but she's going to a whole new state, away from her huge family, where she knows no one," he reminded me. "You should be there for her. You know she'll visit every holiday, and even on some non-holiday occasions," he insisted.
"Do you think she'll come home for the twins' birthday?" I questioned him. "It's their first, and they're our first," I added.
"I don't think you could keep her away from it," he replied. "She'll want to be there as much you want her to be there," he told me.
I bit my lip, and was quiet for a moment. "I'll call her tomorrow, uh, I mean, today," I said.
"Good, she'd love to hear from you," he mumbled, scooting closer. "I should have told you I called my mom about my dad," he stated. "I was going to tell you last night, after everyone left," he assured me.
"I'm not too angry. The whole fight, hating you were right thing, made me more angry than I should have been," I informed him. "What did you decide on?"
He sighed, looking into my eyes. "I told my mom to tell him that if he wants to know my children somehow, he has to call and talk to me about it," he answered. "They're my children, not my mom's, he should be a man and call me about it," he said.
"That's reasonable," I agreed, scooting closer to him too. "What are you going to do if he does call?" I asked.
"I don't know," he told me. "Ignore the call, talk to you about it, then see if he calls back, or grow some balls and call him back," he guessed.
My hand left his, and cupped his cheek. "You're a better man and father than he is, Troy," I stated. "The fact that you're considering letting them know him after everything he's done and said to you, it's honorable," I told him.
"Or stupid," he added. I rolled my eyes and kissed him gently. "I love you."
I smiled at him. "I love you too," I replied.
"What I said last week, and yesterday, about being each others one and only, which is a gay saying, by the way," he started, making me chuckle a little. "I wish you were mine, I don't only wish I am yours," he corrected. "I may be pulling a bit of a double standard with Carmin dating, but not with you."
I nodded a little. "I know," I responded. "We should do this every time we fight," I suggested.
"What? Fight, change into our underwear, fight, have sex, then talk?" he listed off in a question.
I nodded again. "Uh-huh," I confirmed.
"I don't have a problem with it," Troy replied, grinning at me.
"Yeah, well, you initiated sex, so me and you still have some issues," I reminded him.
He let out a laugh, then a groan. "Ah, come on, Brie, I couldn't help it," he insisted.
"I don't care."
Here ya go. I like it. I think it's fun and serious. I want you to know, I had every intention of ACTUALLY writing that sex scene in there, but my power went off as I got to it, and my mom wouldn't let me back on after the lights came back on. She said she didn't want to mess up the computer. Then, when I could get on, I wasn't in the mood, and truthfully, a little pissed. So, sorry.
There will be one in the next one, promise. I'm time skipping to their anniversary
If all these time skips are making you guys angry, I am sorry, I just really do have things planned for years down the line. PM me if you really are angry, I'll PM you back.
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I want you all to know, I am in the process of rewriting Meant To Live.
I feel like when I wrote it, I still had a lot to learn, as I do now, but I have learned some.
Things will be taken out, added, and made better.
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-- Kayleigh