Whatever Will Be Chapter 24: Ever So Sweet, a high school musical fanfic

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NOTE:
The dress inside the the dress V wore to the BANDSLAM premiere. I don't think I described it well.

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I have decided to rewrite MTL. I already have the first three chapters written.
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Twins are Eleven Months
It's June.

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Named Ever So Sweet by Early November. I know the song doesn't fit, but the song title does in a weird way. I don't know, I think it does.

"Hello?" my husband answered his cell phone on the last ring. That annoyed me even more.

I glared changing room I'm in. "You're making this impossible," I informed him.

He chuckled. "Brie, it's really not that hard," he insisted.

I crossed my legs, leaning back against the wall. "Yes, it is! You won't tell me where we are going, what we are doing, I have no idea what to wear!" I exclaimed, not caring if other women around me are hearing my conversation.

"I told you, we're going somewhere special, we won't be doing anything out of the ordinary, and to wear white," he reminded me. "It's simple, really. Sharpay knows what we are doing, she's helping, isn't she?" he asked.

"If by helping you mean throwing every cute white dress at me, and cooing about how wonderful our date is going to be, then yes, she's helping," I replied grumpily. "I hate when you don't tell me these things," I mumbled.

He laughed again. "No, you don't. You love that I put this much thought into our important dates, you just hate not knowing," he corrected me. "Now, I am finishing up our date arrangements, all you have to do is by a white outfit, so just do it already," he ordered.

"Listen, Bolton, you have no idea how hard it is to be a girl," I told him. "I have to get this outfit within the hour, then I am off to Belle's to get a manicure and pedicure, plus she insists on showing me how to style my hair for the date," I started. "Then, I have to go shoe shopping, that's hard as it is. Plus, I have to do all of this before five, so I can pick up your children from my brother's," I finished.

"Yes, yes, it is so hard being a girl. Having people work on your hands and feet, and shopping is such a chore," he teased me.

I let out a noise of annoyance before hanging up on him. I stood from the bench and went to the door. I opened it to Sharpay, crumbling under another pile of white dresses. "These are the last of it, if we don't find you the perfect dress in this pile, we're screwed," she stated, walking in.

I sighed, helping her with the massive load. I am beginning to hate shopping.

"I don't like it."

"You don't like anything."

"It's itchy."

"It's pretty."

"I don't care."

"You should care, it's your date we're dressing you up for."

"Exactly, my date, my choice on the dress, I don't want it."

"This isn't like your wedding dress, G, it doesn't have to be absolutely freakin' perfect."

"Well, I should still want the dress."

"Go naked, we're out of the dresses for you to try on."

"I don't know where I'm going, I can't just go naked."

Sharpay glared at me. I'm making this too difficult, I know. "If you weren't in my wedding, I would kill you," she threatened me, undoing the zipper in the back for me. Zeke proposed to Sharpay, finally, and she's already practically done planning it. It's in August, and I am a bride's maid with Kelsi, and Taylor is the maid of honor. There are three in her wedding party because she couldn't decide, so she chose us all. She's smart.

The dress fell to the ground, and I reached for my jeans. I dressed silently, afraid I would set her off. I'm wearing a pair of dark jeans, a white blouse, and a light tan jacket over top. It's a thin jacket, and I've hardly been wearing it since it's June. I sat down on the small little bench to tug on my brown high heel boots that go up half my calf. Sharpay's phone beeped, causing her to open it.

"Alright, come on," she said. "We have places to be, and a dress to find," she told me, pulling me into a stand up position.

I took a hold of my purse as she dragged me out of the stall. I felt really bad for the lady who would have to clean it out, but I couldn't stop Sharpay to tell her we should clean it up ourselves. "Shar, where are we going?" I asked her as we strode out of the store and down the sidewalk.

"Serena's," she answered, letting me go only to go around to her side of the car.

I sat down in Sharpay's Audi, putting my seat belt on too. "My sister's?" I questioned.

"Uh-huh, she's taking every white dress in her boutique off a rack, and off to the side for you," she informed me. "We are going to find your dress there, I don't care if you love it or not," she stated, pressing on the gas pedal.

Serena and Belle are indeed both pregnant, and both due in November. Serena's date is late November, actually, while Belle's is early December, but Belle always comes early, and Serena's always late. The brother's are now betting on when Jaymi and I will get pregnant. Jaymi doesn't care when she gets pregnant again, and I am going off birth control soon, but they don't know that.

Lucas and Allie are looking for an apartment together, it's surprising to Luke how happy he is with Allie, he told me himself. Marcus dated around for a while, and recently found a girl he likes. He's bringing her to the twins' birthday party. Her name is Lilah. Vince is currently not dating anyone. He dated this guy named Nate for a while, but Nate was a no-good man whore, literally, so they're over. Vince said he wants to try out a girl again, so he's been looking into it. Alex is dating someone too, gasp. He graduated college too. He's living at my mom's- I mean, Felix's. That's still weird. We still go over there every Sunday, it's a tradition now. Anyways, Alex is dating someone, her name is Callie. He's bringing her to the twins' birthday party too. He's excited. AJ's done with his freshman year of college, and still with Tricia, they're doing really good. They were in a rough area for a long time. They could barely be around the babies in the family, and fought a lot, but they're doing so well right now. They got some help, truthfully. But, it helped, so it was a good thing.

The twin's turn one next month. I'm excited, ecstatic, sad, and depressed at the same time. I'm happy they're healthy and happy, and doing so well, but I'm sad they're getting older. Troy says I'm crazy, but I don't care. They aren't walking yet, but they're trying. They can stand, and hold onto things, and walk that way, but not by themselves. They're so adorable and make me smile everyday. They're trying real words, and point at stuff, wanting to know the name. They can't pronounce much, but they're learning.

They're party is next month, and everyone is coming to it. Our friends, the firefighters, my siblings, their significant others, the kids, my mom, Richard, Lucy, my dad, Shyanne, Adam, Damien is trying, everyone. Dame's boss is being an ass, but he's trying. The party is going to be awesome.

My mom moved in April, and I seriously cried for a week. Maybe not an entire week, but I missed her like crazy. It's like, when she was around, I didn't need her everyday, then as soon as she was gone, I felt like I needed to call her every other hour. The phone calls subsided, and now it's every few days that we ralk, for about an hour. She likes it in New York, she's made a few friends, she's doing good at work, Richard loves it, and I am truly happy for her.

When we got to Serena's, which is the hottest boutique in town, I was shoved into a changing room. A lot of the clothes are her own designs. She has a whole room at her house with fabrics and sketches. She makes a few, puts them in the store, if they sell well, she makes more. She does order some in, she doesn't make it all. She's big among the older high school students and college kids.

I went through eight outfits before Serena sacrificed newest creation to me. I loved it, surprisingly. Serena found a necklace to go with it, and I was finally done. After, we went to Belle's, where I got my nails done, both my toes and fingers in black. She showed me how to do my hair too. I only go to Belle's for my hair, she's good, and I get a family discount.

Then, we went shoe shopping, where I ended up buying two pairs. When we had a little time left over, Sharpay and I went to a late lunch where we spoke about her bride's maid dresses, which are red. She's wearing white even though she has a child. I would too.

"Hello!" I called into Felix's house, walking in after waving Sharpay off.

"In here," a voice called back.

I set my things down, going into the living room. "Hey," I greeted Jaymi, who was playing on the floor with Carmin and Tristin. "Baby Bolton's!" I exclaimed, causing their smiles to be wider. I always do that. "How are you?" I asked them, plopping on the floor in front of them. I hugged them both. "Were they horrible when I left?" I questioned her.

"A little," Jaymi admitted.

I frowned a little. "I'm sorry," I apologized. They're having bad separation anxiety. As long as they know one of us is around, they're fine, when they know neither of us are around, it gets bad.

She waved me off. "Don't worry about it, Finn was the same, I think all baby's have it at some point," she assured me. "It was only for, like, fifteen minutes, then Finn entertained them," she added.

"Where is Finn?" I wondered, looking around, taking a hold of Carmin, who stepped on my thigh, which caused her to go tumbling down.

"Following Felix around. He wants to be just like Dad, so where Felix goes, Finn follows," she replied. "Did you find the dress?"

I nodded, holding the block Tristin gave me. "Yep, it's one of Serena's," I told her as Tristin took the block back and put it through the block hole on his toy. "Good job, Tristin!" I encouraged with some claps. He smiled with a laugh, picking up the triangle.

"Do you know what he's doing yet?" she asked. I shook my head. She grinned. "I do," she confessed. I opened my mouth to vent, but she began speaking. "It's so cute," she assured me.

"Why is he telling everyone but me?" I whined, smiling at Carmin. She's playing with a musical guitar light up toy. She loves it. "Are you having fun little girl?" I asked her, running a hand through her honey brown slightly curly locks. She smiled up at me, her top lip covering her bottom.

"He's proud of his idea, I would be too, it's really sweet," she answered me.

I nodded, letting my anger go. "Ma-ma!" Tristin said loudly to get my attention. As soon as I turned, he stuck a ball through the ball hole.

I laughed a little. "You're so good at that, buddy," I cooed, kissing his forehead. Tristin's hair isn't curly, it's like Troy's. "Your daddy is gonna be here any minute to pick us up," I told him. "They're tired," I stated, noticing their moods. They're usually so much more active than this. They crawl around in an alarming speed, hide things, throw things, show off that they can walk while holding onto things, attempt to walk, now they are just playing with simple toys. It's a nice change.

"Yeah, they haven't napped, sorry," Jaymi apologized. "Finn kept them hyper," she told me.

"Oh, it's alright, they'll fall asleep in the car, and Troy and I will get an hour to lounge around," I replied, hearing Troy's camaro drive up. "Daddy's here!" I exclaimed. They both looked up at me blankly. "Oh, you'll figure it out in a minute," I muttered, pressing a button on Carmin's toy, shifting her attention. "Thanks so much for watching them, Jay," I told her. "It's not fun bringing two eleven month olds shopping."

She let out a laugh. "I know, it's hard enough with one," she replied.

The front door opened. "We're in here, Troy!" I called out to him before he could say anything.

As soon as he was visible, the twins smiled, happy to see their father. They both began to stand, and try to walk, but it made them fall forward. He laughed a little at them. "I'm coming to you, you can wait a second," he told them, getting on his knees in front of them. They were happy to see him, I could tell. Every time he comes home from work, or anything, they act like it's been weeks. I suppose they do it with me too, but Troy is gone more than me due to the fact that he has a job. They were already climbing on him, making him fall backwards onto his butt.

"Jaymi!" Felix shouted from some where in the house.

Jaymi stood. "Be right back," she said, leaving the room.

"So, is our date set up?" I questioned him once Jaymi was gone.

He smiled up at me. "Yes, did you find something to wear?" he asked me.

"Eventually," I answered with a nod. "The twins are about ready for a nap, so we should be getting home," I told him, beginning to gather their toys. "And, why exactly are you telling every women you know about our date, but refuse to tell me?" I wondered, packing up the baby bag.

"To torture you," he replied easily, staring at Carmin with the amazement she wanted for helping me clean up, or so she thinks. "You want to know so bad what I am planning, I am personally very proud of it," he breathed, taking a square from Tristin like I was before. He likes giving it to you, taking it back, then finding the hole.

Tristin is the only baby I know that correctly uses that put the block in the certain hole and go on with the shapes game. He loves it, it's the only thing other than Dora The Explorer than will keep his attention for more than five minutes. Carmin, on the other hand, is a hyper little thing. She wants to go everywhere, get into everything, and do all the things she shouldn't. She's not a shy baby, unlike Tristin, who when we see someone unfamiliar, presses close to me, frightened. Carmin reaches the the unknown person, then proceeds to pull on everything they're wearing.

They are the polar opposite right now, but you can tell they're twins. At times, they just have this stare, and reach for the same thing, or make each other smile. They do look like twins, but of course, Carmin has more feminine features, like Tristin's male. They're don't look more like Troy than like me, they're right down the middle, always have been. But it seems that Tristin is more like me, while Carmin is more like him. I'm not sure if that is a good thing or a bad thing.

Once we got home, the twins were sleeping, so we put them right down for a nap. After, Damien called, confirming he cannot come to the party, but will fly in sometime this year. As I spoke with Damien, Troy said he had to do something to his car.

"You know," I started fifteen minutes minutes later, walking into the garage. Damien went on about his boyfriend for a little bit, then I went on about the twins, neither of us can shut up. "There's something sexy about a guy who can fix cars," I commented. "They are good with their hands," I stated.

Troy grinned up at me, wiping his hands off. "Are you trying to flirt with me, Mrs. Bolton?" he wondered, closing the hood, then wiped off his hands a little more before throwing the rag off to the side.

"Yep," I answered with a nod, hooking my fingers through his belt loops.

"Just checking," he replied, his hands on my forearms.

I smiled. "Anything wrong with the engine?" I asked, my hands closer to the button of his jeans.

"Nothing you or me couldn't fix," he assured me, catching the innuendo, his hands slowly sliding down my arms.

I grinned. "No clogs?" I questioned.

He smiled. "Never," he stated, taking my fingers away from the opening of his jeans. "You know, getting in my pants isn't going to get you any information about our anniversary date," he informed me.

"Damn," I swore, dropping the charade.

Troy chuckled. "Bolton, you are a no-good, dirty rotten snoop, and I have no idea what I am going to do with you," he said, his head leaning in close.

I pulled away. "Don't worry about it, you aren't doing anything with me or to me until I know what we're doing on our anniversary," I told him, walking away.

"Can you do anything to me?" he called after me.

I rolled my eyes. "No!" I shouted back, going up the steps. As I went up the steps, I heard crying. We put them down in the living room, in their play pen. Taking them upstairs might have woken them up. It was Tristin, and he hadn't woken Carmin up yet. "What's wrong, bubba?" I asked, picking him up. He buried his face into my neck, obviously tired and cranky. I knew what he wanted. "Alright, alright," I gave in, going over to the coffee table and put a bink in his mouth. We're trying to slowly get them off the binks. When they aren't looking, we take it away, and once they're asleep, we take them out of their mouths. He must have noticed it was gone, and woke up.

"What woke him up?" Troy asked, closing the basement door behind him.

I sat down on the couch with Tristin in my arms, his wildcat and blankey with me. "His bink," I answered.

"Ah," he understood, coming to sit next to me. He rested a hand on our son's back, leaning in to kiss his forehead. Tristin smiled a little, getting more comfortable against my chest. "I can't blame ya, bud, I like resting there on Mommy too," he mentioned, grabbing the t.v. remote.

I shook my head. "Troy," I mumbled, moving a hand through Tristin's hair.

"What? I've said it before, and I'll say it again, you're squishy there, it's comfortable," he stated, wrapping an arm around me.

I smiled, leaning into my husband. After a minute or two, Troy decided to watch the news. Boring! "Here, take him for few, I have to go to the bathroom," I grunted, shifting him over.

"I know I'm not squishy like Mom, but I'm gonna have to do," he said to our son, situating him on his chest.

"Please, stop calling me squishy," I pleaded, going into the bathroom. I took a few minutes, not only did I do my business, I had to rearrange everything in the cabinet behind the mirror because Troy messed it all up. That annoys me. He goes in for Advil or something, and everything is in a different place. I could have been Tommy, now what I think about it. Plus, I fixed my hair quickly. When I went back out, Troy and Tristin were on the floor, the blocks out, and Tristin's pants were off. "Troy!" I whined, crossing my arms. Tristin doesn't like the pants I put him in today, but they look good on him.

"What?" he asked, his eyes leaving the t.v. "Babe, the boy wants to play, let him," he said, helping him find the triangle slot.

Tristin pushed it through, then leaned back for his dad's approval. Troy congratulated him. He smiled, grabbing onto his feet before falling backwards onto Troy's leg. "Da-da," he stated, smiling some more.

"Yep, and you're Tristin," Troy replied, giving him the rectangle. "Now, use the brains your momma gave you and put that in the right spot," he challenged, putting him back into a sitting position.

"Ya!" Tristin agreed like he knew what Troy was saying.

Troy stood. "I want a drink," he explained walking over.

I stopped him. "No, you keep playing, I'll get you one," I said.

Tristin noticed his dad wasn't behind him anymore, and got into a crawl position to turn around. The circle was in his hand as he began to push off the ground. "Okay, if you-" Troy stopped, and looked where I was looking. "What?"

"Watch," I ordered as Tristin stood up.

"Brie, he's just gonna fall over," Troy insisted, but I shushed him. I don't know why, I just have a feeling right now, a feeling he won't just fall over. I think it's mother's intuition.

Tristin took one step, and fell forward, but caught himself. "Da!" he called out, righting himself again. He wants to keep playing with Troy. Aw. That is so adorable.

Troy squated down. "Come here, buddy," he urged, holding his hands out.

Tristin looked determined. He took another wobbly step, causing my heart to fly to my throat. My hand found Troy's shoulder, squeezing it. Tristin didn't fall with this step. He looked up at Troy after the step for approval.

Troy nodded. "Come on, you can do it, come here," he repeated, wiggling his fingers a little.

Tristin took another step, followed by another, and I felt like I was having a heart attack. My baby boy is walking! After a minute, he reached Troy, falling into his arms. "Da," he said again. "Up-py," he requested, wanting to be held.

Troy stood up with Tristin in his arms. "Tristin, you did it!" he exclaimed, hugging him.

"He took his first steps!" I said excitedly, hugging them both. I stole him from Troy after a moment. "You're walking, buddy! I'm so proud of you!" I cooed, kissing him all over his face. I hugged him again. "Where is a camera when you need one?"

"Brie, he can't breathe," Troy stated, taking him back. "You're such a big boy, Tristin," he said, taking the circle from him like Tristin wanted him to. He put him down on the floor and went back to the toy and sat on the floor. "Come on, walk back over here," he challenged.

I stood Tristin up on the carpet. "Go on, bubba, get Daddy," I insisted, holding him for the first step, then let him go. I watched as my baby boy walked over to Troy. Walked! He stumbled a few times, and fell once, but he didn't cry. He stood right on back up, and made it to his father.

I smiled, watching Troy interact with Tristin, making him chase him all over the living room. Not literally chase, but he would move, and make Tristin walk over to him. Tristin loved it, and I loved watching it.

"Brie, come on!" Troy yelled from downstairs. "You're gonna make us late!" he accused me.

I rolled my eyes, fixing my hair in the mirror for the last time. It's our anniversary. We dropped the twins off at Lucas', where they are staying the night. Allie is staying too. We're picking them up tomorrow afternoon. I already missing watching Tristin on the move. Since he began walking, he hasn't stopped. He still stumbles, and falls, but he always gets right on up, and keeps going. He's like his dad that way. Carmin watches, envious, I can tell, but just cannot walk yet. We've tried to get her started, she just falls. She'll get there.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" I assured him, turning off the bedroom light and remembering to grab my clutch. I decended the stairs, my hair spilling over my shoulder as I did. "Like the dress?" I asked when I reached the landing.

Troy's eyes weren't on mine, they were on my dress, more probably my body. It's white, obviously, and hugs my torso like a corset. It's strapless, and material over my breasts looks like flat white flower petals. It goes a little past mid thigh, the skirt flows down in soft creases, but it looks really good. I wore a big, black necklace with it, that hangs right over the 'flower petals' adding some flare. I have a pair of black strappy heels to finish off the outfit. My hair is done in very loose curls, flowing down my back. And, my make up is done very well, and in light black also.

He cleared his throat. "I'd say so," he answered.

I smiled. "Thanks, It's a Serena Jones creation," I informed him, stepping down to meet him on the foyer.

He kissed me gently. My free hand gripped onto his jacket. He's wearing a pair of nice a wee bit dark blue jeans, a black untucked button up, a black peacoat, and his black motorcycle boots. His hair is not as wild, but still in his sexy way. "Remind me to thank Serena later," he mumbled, linking our hands together. I smiled a little more, biting my lip. "Come on, everything is locked, the animals have water, and the alarm is on," he insisted, leading me out of the house.

"We're not taking the motorcycle, are we?" I questioned, walking down the walkway.

Troy shook his head. "Nah, I figured you'd like my car better," he answered, opening the passenger side door of his camaro for me.

"Can you tell me where we're going now?" I wondered before getting in.

He shook his head. "Nope," he said. I made a face before getting in the car. "You'll figure it out in a few minutes, babe, patience is a virtue," he told me.

"One I don't possess," I reminded him as he closed the door with a laugh.

Troy started driving, and I scooted over to the middle of the seat. His arm wrapped around me.

"I miss the twins," I muttered into his jacket, playing with my necklace.

He chuckled, kissing my hair quickly. "I do too," he agreed.

"When do you think Carma is gonna start walking?" I questioned, watching the roads, trying to figure out where he's taking me.

"From the way she's been trying the past two days, I'd say soon," Troy told me. "They're competitive, they get that from me," he insisted.

Troy continued to drive, and I called Lucas quickly. He said the twins cried nonstop for ten minutes after I left them (Troy worked today), but they managed to calm them down. Then, Tristin went on a tirade in his apartment, hiding things, throwing things, knocking things over. I apologized, but he told me not to worry about it, once he has kids, they'll do the same thing. Carmin didn't walk, something I asked, because I want to be there when she does. He said they're asleep, and to call him in the morning, and that he'll call if he needs me.

When I was hanging up, I noticed where we were. "Troy, why are we in Sharpay's old neighbhorhood?" I wondered as we drove up the windy road that held massive homes. He didn't answer. "Troy, are you taking me to where we got married?" He didn't answer again. "Troy!"

"You figure it out," he finally spoke up, pulling into Sharpay's parent's house.

I smiled, seeing the house. "I haven't been here since we got married," I reminded him.

"I know," he responded. "Come on, Sharpay's parent's aren't home, but they said I could use it for the night," he said, getting out of the car. He came around my side and got me. He had a key to get into the house, and led me through the home until we were near the back doors.

"Is there someone in that kitchen?" I questioned him, noticing the lights, and hearing the movement.

He shrugged. "Maybe, come on," he urged, opening the French doors. He took me outside where I saw it.

The gazebo, where we said our vows, was light up in white Christmas lights, and had some white candles hung throughout. I could see a table underneath too. It was so... sweet. "Troy," I murmured, my eyes never leaving the gazebo.

"Brie, are you crying?" he wondered. I shook my head. "Aw, baby," he said, hugging me.

"Thank you, it's perfect, I love it," I assured him, whispering in his ear.

Troy pulled away a little. "I wanted to do this last year, for our first anniversary, but you were very pregnant, and wanted to stay home," he reminded me. I nodded, my eyes clearing. I didn't cry, but I did tear up. "Happy anniversary, Brie."

"Happy anniversary," I whispered back, kissing him.

He didn't let us kiss for long at all. "Come on," he repeated, taking me down the porch steps and through the grass to the gazebo. He pulled my chair out for me on the small table that was off to the side in the gazebo, then sat down himself.

Light music was playing in the background, along with crickets and other nature noises, but I liked it. "So, what's for dinner?" I asked him, putting my napkin in my lap.

"Well, what we had at our wedding, of course," he answered, doing the same as I did.

"Who made it?" I asked just as another person entered the gazebo.

Zeke was there, two drinks on a silver tray. "Sir, madam," he greeted, setting them down in front of us.

"Hi, Zeke," I greeted with a huge smile.

He nodded professionally. "The first course will be out momentarily," he informed us.

"I've told him he can act normal, but he's getting a kick out of being the waiter," Troy told me. Oh, because it's so beneath him. We can't all own four star restaurants and be the head chef.

I laughed a little. "Thank you, Zeke," I said to him.

"Don't, I owe you. You convinced my fiance not to wear pink on our wedding day," he reminded me. I did, and told her to go back to white. "I gotta go, Sharpay wants updates," he added before leaving.

I crossed my legs once he was gone, and Troy's hand found it's way onto my thigh. I laced my fingers through his. "How do you come up with these ideas, Bolton?" I demanded to know, leaning in a little bit.

"It's a gift," he answered, kissing me gently.

"You better be careful, you know, since you do all these sweet things for me," I started, squeezing his fingers. "I'm going to start expecting it," I informed him. "My standards are going up."

Troy kissed me again. "Let them, don't tell the guys, but I like thinking up things like this to do for you," he admitted.

"Baby, they know you're whipped, it's not anything they don't already know," I teased him, making him smile.

He chuckled. "You know what I was thinking about the other day when I was hanging these lights?" he questioned.

"What?" I wondered.

"About how you changed me," he answered. "Before we met, I was on my way to becoming a dick, and only thought about basketball. Then, I moved here, fell for you, and realized what's important in life," he said. "Family, love, friends, having fun in life, not doing what my dad told me to," he finished.

I scooted my chair closed to his. I kissed him again. My lips moved with his slowly, my tongue clashing with his. His hand slid up my thigh, under my dress little, causing me to gasp a little. My own hands pushed off his jacket and tugged him closer by his shirt. We pulled away for a moment to breathe. I smiled softly at him, nipping at his bottom lip. He smiled back at me before pressing out lips together again. The only thing I could think about was him, and his hands, and his lips, and his tongue. I was overheating a bit, along with my heart thumping faster. God, almost a decade together and he still makes me feel the same way he did when he first kissed me in the arcade. I felt a thump between my legs and wanted more than what we were doing now.

A throat clearing made us part. Zeke was there, our salads in his hands. Troy wiped his lips free of my lip gloss. "Sorry, Zeke," he mumbled, leaning back in his chair.

Zeke put our plates down. "I hope you enjoy dinner as much as you enjoy yourselves," he commented, then promptly left.

Once he was gone, I couldn't help but laugh. "He's a little sensitive," Troy told me. "About his food, at least," he added, picking up his fork. "He's been like that ever since that food critic accused him of putting more effort into the main dinner, rather that the dinner as whole," he said.

I bit my lip to keep myself from laughing again. Sharpay told me about that. They recently moved into an actual house, Zeke is in love with the kitchen, so it's been a month of him making her taste all his entrees and desserts. She's complaining about getting fat. They did move into an actual house, but it's not bigger than our house. I would say it's a little more up scale, but not bigger. Zeke is raking in the money these days. They only want one more baby, two if it accidentally happens that way, so they have four bedrooms, two bathes, and only one floor. Well, they have a furnished basement, but no upstairs. It's a nice place.

We ate Zeke's food, which is admittedly better than the food we had at our reception. Troy informed me that Zeke's not staying the whole night. As soon as dessert is served, he's going home. I was happy to hear this.

"Come here," Troy insisted, getting up out of his chair, holding a hand out to me.

I shook my head. "Troy, I am full, I cannot move," I responded, my hand on my stomach.

"Well, you're gonna be eating dessert, so we gotta make some more room in there," he replied, reaching for my hand.

"By doing what?" I wondered, letting him pull me into a standing position.

He smiled at me, dropping my hand for a moment. He went over to the edge of the gazebo, and pressed something I couldn't see. Our song, I'm Yours, by Jason Mraz was suddenly heard. Troy came back to me. "I found this wonderful button that makes the song repeat over and over again," he mumbled, pulling me into a dancing position.

I giggled a little, wrapping my arms around his neck. "This has been the perfect anniversary, Troy," I murmured in his ear, letting him lead the dance.

"Is it better than last years?" he wondered, his hands snug around my body.

I rested my head in the crook of his neck. "Hm, last year, I was eight months pregnant, so to the pregnant me, yes, it was perfect. To the non-pregnant me, this is perfect," I told him.

Troy let out a small laugh, his breath on my neck. I shivered a little. "Are you cold?" he questioned me, pulling away just enough to look me in the eyes.

I shook my head. "No," I assured him, resting my forehead on his. "You just do these things to me, you know," I said. "Like, making me shiver when I'm not cold, and making my heart beat faster, my breathing to pick up, butterflies in my stomach appear, I get tingly feelings, everything I've felt since I first met you at Chad's," I reminded him. "I'm just used to it now."

Zeke cleared his throat again. He's good at that.

Troy and I both turned heads. "Zeke, man, you can leave dessert and go," he instructed him. Zeke opened his mouth. "We'll call you tomorrow and tell you how much we loved it," he assured him.

"Thanks for helping out, Zeke," I spoke up. "The food was amazing," I stated.

Troy nodded. "And, if you don't go within five minutes, I'm going to call Sharpay and tell her you ruined our anniversary," he threatened. Oooh, Sharpay would kill him for that.

"I'm expecting a call," Zeke mentioned, turning around and stomping away.

Troy and I danced for a few more minutes. I don't think it was really dancing, we more of swayed and resting on each other. "Do you think he's gone?" Troy wondered aloud a moment later.

"Mm, probably, you saw the kitchen lights go out," I reminded him, kissing his neck gently.

"Perfect," he responded, his body leaving mine. He took a hand in mine, and tugged me to go along with him. He sat down in his chair, pulling me down to straddle his lap.

I was confused, and for some reason, already a little turned on. "Troy, what are we doing?" I asked, adjusting my dress.

"Eating dessert," he answered easily enough. "Zeke couldn't exactly make a replica of our wedding cake, but I know you love his chocolate cake," he informed me.

I smiled, opening my mouth for him to him feed me the first bite. I love that we're still this cute. We went on feeding each other, being adorable, and I loved it. "We have to give gifts," I reminded him as we were finishing the cake. It was really good.

Troy nodded. "You first," he suggested, swallowing his bite of cake.

I reached for my clutch. "I got you two, but you can't complain," I ordered, handing him the note. We agreed on only one.

"Why do we always give notes?" he questioned, opening the piece of paper. His eyes ran over it as I slipping my hands underneath his black button up. Hm, he's not wearing another shirt underneath this. I undid the bottom buttons. "Brie, stop undressing me," he commanded in a nice voice, causing me to frown. "You're already off birth control?" he asked a moment later.

I smiled now. "After my last period, yep," I confirmed. "So, three days ago?" I asked myself.

Troy smiled back at me. "Great gift," he commented, leaning forward to kiss me.

I leaned away, though. "No, other gift, then we can make out," I said, handing him the box now.

Troy sighed, untying the bow quickly and opened the box. "It's a necklace," he stated the obvious.

I rolled my eyes. "Thanks, smartie pants," I replied, taking the necklace out of the box. I slipped the thin gold chain over his head. "It's long, so it'll be closer to your heart," I mumbled. "There are letters hanging off it. See?" I questioned.

"A T and a C," he mentioned, viewing the small letters, and I nodded. "Where is the G? For Gabriella?" he asked as I slipped it underneath his shirt.

"Uh-uh, this is strictly a children necklace," I told him, resting my forehead on his.

His hands cupped my cheeks. "I love it," he assured me, but didn't kiss me. "You didn't let me kiss you, you open your gift first," he ordered, reaching his hand into the pocket of his peacoat that was taken off a long time ago.

My bottom lip popped out slightly as I took the box into my hands. I opened the box. He got me necklace too. It's a silver heart locket that would rest right above me breasts.

"Open it," he suggested, holding the box for me. I did as I was told. Inside there was a picture of me and him on one side, the twins on the other. "And, look on the back," he added. I turned it over. 'Always Love' was inscripted on the back.

I lifted my eyes to him with a smile. "I love it," I repeated his words. I closed the locket. "You're the best gift giver," I stated, kissing him. I snapped the box shut and set it on the table blindly. As I did this, I got chocolate on my hand. I ripped my lips from his, holding my hand up. When I did, his head turned, and I got chocolate on his cheek. "Aw, baby," I laughed, licking the chocolate off my hand.

He smiled up at me. "Can you take care of that for me?" he asked.

I nodded, leaning in. First, I kissed it off gently, then my tongue swiped it up slowly. I didn't stop there, either. I began to kiss down his neck, pulling on his hair to lean his head to the side. I felt his hand on my thighs, squeezing a little. My teeth grazed his skin, causing a small moan to escape from his lips. I kissed him one last time before my tongue flicked out over his earlobe and I went on to nibble on it. His hands slid down to the backs of my knees, pulling me by them so I was closer to him.

He leaned his head further away. "I love you," he murmured, his eyes low.

My lips brushed against his. "I love you too," I whispered, pressing my lips against his. I felt like I was melting, and I wanted more than just kissing, but it couldn't be more, not right then. Troy didn't think so, because his hand slipped far underneath my dress, making me gasp, and stop kissing him. "What are you doing?" I breathed, unable to speak with my full voice.

His hand didn't withdraw. "Relax, baby," he insisted, his fingers inching closer to me.

"Troy," I warned quietly, my fingers digging into his shoulders with anticipation.

"Calm down," he instructed, his lips on the underside of my jaw. I could feel his breath, making me want to shudder. My breathing was erratic, as was my heart beat, and I was frozen. He kissed underneath my ear softly. "No one can see us, Brie, it's okay," he assured me, his finger hooking underneath my underwear.

I sucked in a quick breath, my nails pressing harder. I wasn't sure if it was hard, my nails never do get very long, but even if it did, he didn't say anything. His mouth was over my spot, softly breathing on it, which didn't help the situation. I really felt like I was literally melting. Troy pushed my underwear off to the side slowly, making the suspense grow. Are we seriously going to do this at Sharpay's parent's house in their backyard, in the gazebo we got married in? It was kind of a turn on.

I could have been a second, but felt like an hour until his finger entered me. I let out a weak moan. His free arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me to be pressed against him firmly. My arms looped around his neck for dear life. His thumb and finger squeezed my clit tightly for second, before loosening the pressure, and repeating the action. I bit my lip roughly to keep myself from making any noise. My hips bucked against him without my consent. I can't exactly control myself here, and he knows it.

A minute later, his finger was stroking me up and down slowly, causing me temperature to rise even more. I felt sweat roll down my back. I am so hot.. man. Couldn't our anniversary be in December?

I couldn't stop my gasp when he suddenly, fully entered me. My hips rolled against his hand, wanting more. His lips were sucking on my sweet spot, not making things any more manageable. I am mush, and completely in his hands, literally. His finger curled inside me, making me mouth form into a silent 'o.' "Fuck," I moaned, annoyed at his lack of movement. I could feel his smile against my neck. Suddenly, his finger began stroking me once again, and I felt my eyes roll into the back of my head.

My hands turned into fists, having nothing to hold onto. My hips rolled into him, and his strokes became quicker and longer.

"Troy," I whimpered, needing more, and he knew it.

Without a word, he inserted a second finger into me, and followed by a third. I felt my climax building with every pump, my thump remaining unbearable. I moaned with each stroke, unable to stop anything at this point. I don't think I ever was. He thrust hard into me, his thumb also caressing my clit. Right as he pushed me over the edge, his lips left my neck, and pressed against my lips so I wouldn't make a loud noise.

I relaxed against him after, trying to regulate my breathing. Both of his arms wrapped around me after a few moments, and he kissed my hair.

I pulled away when I was almost normal. "You have no shame," I accused, clearing my throat.

He beamed at me. "Not with you," he agreed, kissing me. I didn't let him pull out of the kiss as my hands found the button to his pants.

"Same here," I whispered, tugging his pants down over his knees so I wasn't sitting on them. One of my hands began to undo the rest of the buttons on his shirt, and the other kneaded him through his boxers. He was already hard, and getting harder. His head fell back as my hand expertly massaged him. He moaned a little in protest when I stopped. I didn't even do it for long, and he didn't like that I wasn't going on.

"Brie," he murmured, lifting his head.

I smiled at him, kissed him lips softly. "Trust me," I ordered. I slipped his boxers off to his ankles, and looked down at him. I felt his hands in my hair, and before I could do anything, he pulled so I was kissing him. My hand gripped his member tightly, making him moan into my mouth. My fingers swiped over his tip for some lubrication, and I began to stroke him slowly. My grip loosened, so he whined a little, breaking the kiss. He pulled my top half closer to him, his head dropping to my shoulder. "Sh," I commanded, kissing underneath his own ear.

My touch became feather light, increasing his arousal. After I felt like he payed penance a little, my grip became firm again as I stroked him faster, causing more moans to errupt from his mouth. One of his hands covered mine, stopping me. I was confused. "Brie," he started, his head leaving my shoulder. "I don't want to go off in your hand," he told me, looking into my eyes. I raised an eyebrow. "Or in your mouth," he added, resting his forehead on mine.

That only leaves one place. I smiled at him, getting an idea. I reached for his peacoat behind him, and slipped it on.

"Baby, what are you-" he stopped when I stood up. He reached for me, but I shook my head. I undid the back of my dress, and felt it fall down to me feet, leaving me in a strapless lacy bra and matching underwear. After, I moved to straddle him again. "Good idea," he choked, his eyes raking over my body.

My finger hooked over his chin. I kissed him, instantly letting his tongue into my mouth as his hands traveled up my back. My bra fell to the ground a moment later, and Troy's hands covered my breasts. His lips left mine, moving down to my chest. I gripped onto the opening of his button up shirt, tugging him closer. "Troy," I moaned, cupping his face. "I-I think this is enough foreplay, don't you?" I questioned, kissing him.

He nodded into the kiss, his arms holding me closer. "Brie, I'm sorry," he apologized quickly right before I heard a rip, and realized it was my underwear.

I don't know why, but I felt like that was a good place to stop. I even went on after that, and when I read over it, stopping here seemed.. better. Right even, somehow, I don't know. Sorry if it annoys you! But, there is the sex scene you all wanted, and I promised! I don't know, I never felt I was good at these, but if you think it's good, review it, and I may start adding more. I didn't think I was good, as I said, so I never did them.

Don't worry You'll see Carmin walk later... she's not ready yet. I like this chapter. You'll get more family/friends stuff next chap which is the twin's birthday.

Review please.

-- Kayleigh