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OH the DRESS for Sharpay's WEDDING inside Gabi is wearing is the red dress V wore for the HSM2 blue carpet.
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Named Never Give Up On The Good Times by the Spice Girls, because I think it fits. Plus, I am listening to them.. haha, I still live in the ninties sometimes!
I couldn't hold back my laugh when Carmin fell into my arms after tripping over her own feet again. Dancing is so not her forte. I am not sure if it is any one year olds forte, but it's certainly not hers. I peered over at Tristin, who was happily jumping around in a circle to the songs. Right now, we're dancing to Disney songs, the old school Disney too, not the new shit. My kids have watched, and will continue to watch, Little Mermaid, Aladdin, Cinderella, The Lion King, the classics. They will watch the new good ones, such as Finding Nemo and Shrek, but not any of the stupid ones.
I had been full on dancing with them before, but when Carmin began to fall, I sat down so I could catch her. I am dancing with my top half, that counts. I put Carmin back on her feet so she could go on dancing.
Since their birthday two weeks ago, Carmin became a master walker (climber too, in my opinion), Tristin is in love with his baby basketball hoop (rather good at using it correctly too), they're both growing at an alarming rate (it's been like that for a while), and Troy has had a hectic work schedule. A few two day shifts, or twelve hour ones, only having about four days off so far. When he is home, he's sore and tired. Another firehouse in town had an accident, so some firefighters are on medical leave, but only for another week or so. After that, things should slow down a bit.
I gasped dramatically when my favorite Disney song ever came on, 'A Whole New World' by Jasmine and Aladdin. I always sing it to them, Aladdin at first, then only Jasmine once the song gets going. "A whole new world
A dazzling place i never knew/But when I'm way up here/It's crystal clear/That now I'm in a whole new world/With you," I sang to them. Not to boost my own ego here, but when I began to sing, they stopped dancing to watch and listen to me. "Unbelievable sights/Indescribable feeling/Soaring, tumbling, freewheeling/Through an endless diamond sky," I went on, tickling their stomachs a little. They both giggled, stepping back a bit.
I continued to sing the song for them, smiling because they were so into it. I spun them around a few times throughout the songs also, having some fun with it.
Around the end of the song, their grins became even wider. "A whole new world," I sang in the last verse.
"That's where we'll be," I heard behind me, causing me to turn with a smile. Troy was there.
"That's where we'll be," I copied, still smiling at him.
He walked forward. "A thrilling chase," he carried on, smiling back at me.
"A wonderous place," I sang as he knelt down next to me. "For you and me," I finished in unison with him. When we finished, he had rested his forehead on mine. "That is such a turn on," I whispered once we were done.
Troy laughed at me before giving me a kiss. "I'll remember that," he replied. "Hey, baby," he greeted me, then kissed me again.
"I thought you wouldn't get home for another hour," I mentioned right as the twins charged into him for hugs.
He shook his head, falling back onto his butt, bringing our children with him. "Mm, nope, we got out at five today," he responded, giving the toddlers one last squeeze. "And, how are my two favorite little people today?" he questioned them, but only got baby babble in return. "Sounds fun," he agreed, smiling widely at them.
"They've missed you," I informed him, touching Carmin's back. Since he has been working so much, they don't see him as much as they are used to.
Troy kissed their heads. "I missed them," he sighed, setting them on their feet. "I missed you all," he stated, his eyes on me.
"I know," I said, offering him a smile.
"Isn't your final fitting today?" he asked me almost twenty minutes later, Tristin already handing him mini plush basketballs to help him throw into the hoop. Carmin, on the other hand, was pressing notes on a piano toy while Troy was assisting her. They have barely been able to play with him this week, they love that they can now. I am reading a book in arm chair and Finding Nemo is on in the background.
I shrugged. "Yeah, in about an hour, why?" I questioned, lowering my book to see his face.
"I dunno, I just kind of remember you saying something about it yesterday," he muttered, tossing a plush basketball towards the hoop, it going in with a swish. Why does he have to be good at all sports? Tristin ran after it.
"Mm-hm," I repied. "Or do you remember me telling you before you passed out last night that the dress is a little revealing?" I asked, giving him a look.
He smiled with a little shrug. "Maybe," he answered.
"Mm-hm," I repeated, raising an eyebrow. "Although, that reminds me, I should call Vince, he was supposed to watch the twins while I went to get fitted," I mentioned to myself.
"We're off topic here," he said. "I was going to say that after the fitting, you should go out with your friends because I can handle the twins for the night," he told me. "You've been cooped up in the house for over a week now, you deserve time out too. At work I get to hang out with my friends, even if we have been busy," he went on.
I closed my book. "Maybe I want to hang out with you along with our children," I responded.
"Maybe you have been doing that all week, and one day would be better for you, so just go," he insisted, pulling Carmin into his lap. "Why don't you want to go out, Brie?" he questioned.
I shrugged in answer. "I dunno."
"Well, I know it's not because you'll worry about the twins, because you know I'll be the one watching them. I don't think you're fighting with a friend, it's not because it will take you time to get ready, all you'd have to do is change," he carried on.
"Maybe it's because I haven't been able to spend time with my husband in over a week, so I miss him," I filled in his blank.
Troy offered me a smile. "Your husband wants you to go out," he assured me. "Besides, I got sleep today, so we have tonight, and tomorrow seeing as I don't work the day shift," he added. "Babe, just go, you'll have fun, time away from me and the kids will be good for you," he stated.
I sighed. I did miss him. "Alright, but you have to answer all of my phone calls tonight," I replied, standing up.
"I will, especially since you shouldn't call more than twice since it is me watching our children, not a sibling, or a friend, me, their father, your husband," he told me.
I faked a glare at him. "I hate when you do that," I mumbled, grabbing the phone on the way upstairs.
I told Taylor and Sharpay I was free to go out if they wanted. They instantly got excited, invited Kara, and we're having a girls night. Girls night includes getting our bride's maid dressed fitted, doing a little shopping, and dinner, not to forgot Starbucks in there somewhere, probably during shopping.
I ended up showering anyways, only because I felt dirty. I dressed in a pair of dark skinny jeans with a few small holes, a black cami, black leather knee-high boots, and a short sleeved red cardigan that doesn't even go past my breasts or my elbows. (I wore a red bra underneath the cami, so I had to add red somewhere. I don't even have it on yet because it's so hot out, it is for later when it gets chilly). I left my hair curly and wild, putting a little make up also. I was ordered to leave my house a little after six, then pick up Kara, and meet Sharpay and Taylor at the boutique where we are getting our dresses fitted.
The dress fitting went by quick, it's the last one, it's good that it was quick. Mine fits like a glove, really, and looks really good on me. We spoke about how we're going to do our hair at the wedding as we did some light shopping. Sharpay's will be down, but ours will be up. Sharpay picked the worst high heels I could ever dream about for the wedding, but they're cute. Huge, but cute, and it's her wedding, so I have to agree. I disagreed enough with the dress colors.
I wasn't in the mood for shopping, surprisingly. I tried a few things on, but didn't buy any. We mostly listened to Kara rant about Tommy, about how he won't commit fully. They have spoken about moving together, and Tommy insists he isn't ready. Kara points out about how him and Tanya moved in together. Tommy replies with the fact that he did, and it was a huge mistake. From there, they fight.
"You have to remember it's Tommy we're talking about," I told Kara at dinner. "He isn't exactly ready to jump into commitment. I know him, you have to force him into it, then give him time to get used to it," I instructed.
"You never had to force Troy," Sharpay pointed out.
I nodded. "I know, he had to force me," I replied, sipping my drink. "The only thing I willingly agreed to without some big relationship-changing talk was me marrying him," I mentioned. "I knew I'd wanted that since I was seventeen and too scared to admit it to him until he admitted it first," I said.
"Zeke wouldn't let me force him," Sharpay sighed.
"You're getting married in two weeks woman, get over it," Taylor spoke up.
Sharpay gave her a look. "You don't know what it's like being around you two. Chad and Troy were both ready to commit, and happily did, and you guys are nothing but touchy feely around each other to this day," she accused. "Especially you, Gabi," she said towards me.
"Why are you singling me out? I have two kids, I am about to start college, I have no time to myself," I listed off. "So, yes, in the times Troy and I can feel each other up, we take it," I stated proudly.
All my friends laughed. "Watching you and Troy be all over each other is something I am used to," Kara mentioned. "I'm fine with that, Tommy and I are ever like that, it's the fact that all of you have that commitment, you know the guy you love will be in your life forever," she told us.
"Honey, Tommy loves you, I know that. Tommy is like a white Chad, I know how it is," Taylor insisted. We laughed at this again. That is an interesting comparison. "Kara, look at it this way," she started. "Chad and I knew each other longer, dated for the longest, I think, and Troy and Gabriella had sex before Chad and I did, got engaged and married before us, plus they had kids before us," she said. Hey! Am I being insulted here? "No guy will ever commit as fast as Troy did. It took Chad a while, it took Zeke longer, and since Tommy acts the youngest, it'll take a little more time."
Sharpay nodded. "Wait a few months, and if you don't have a ring by the new year, we'll all work on him," she promised.
"Troy and I did not have sex before you and Chad," I spoke up. "You guys did it on homecoming night junior year, I didn't even meet Troy until Thanksgiving, then lose it until after the new year," I reminded her.
"I know," Taylor agreed. "I meant, Chad and I took longer relationship wise. We waited years, you two waited a few weeks," she said.
I let out a breath. "Can't disagree with that," I mumbled. It's true. "It's not like we could help it, though, teenage hormones and love, you know, it's hard to control," I stated.
"Those were the days, huh?" Sharpay questioned, a faraway look in her face.
Taylor and I nodded together. "I miss them," Taylor agreed.
"All the time," I went on. "But, life now is great too, just in a different way," I insisted.
"Sure is," Sharpay said.
"I, well, I have something to tell you guys about life now," Taylor spoke up.
"Does it have to do with high school?" Kara wondered. "I feel left out since I wasn't involved in the high school days," she confessed.
We chuckled. "No, it has to do with now, like I said," Taylor told us. "Chad and I, we haven't been trying for a baby, but we haven't been remembering birth control either," she started. "So, I'm pregnant," she admitted.
We all immediately congratulated her, getting up from our seats to hug her. "How far along are you?" I asked.
"A little more than a month," Taylor answered, a smile on her face. "We found out a week ago, first we told our parents, then when we decided to get together today, Chad and I thought we'd tell you separately."
"Zeke and I decided to start trying after we get married," Sharpay spoke up. "Maybe our kids can be best friends like us, or even get married," she cooed.
I shook my head. "You have got to get the dream in your head that our kids will all be infatuated with the others out," I insisted.
"Well, what about you?" Kara questioned. "Are you about to have another bun in the oven? Maybe two again?" she asked.
I opened my mouth, then closed it. "Uh, not yet." Why do I keep lying about this? I've been wondering since the twins birthday. I walked into my house a well past nine, tugging in off my boots as soon as the door was closed.
"Hey," Troy greeted, coming from the kitchen.
I pecked him on the lips before taking off my other boot. "Did you put the twins to sleep already?" I asked. "What am I thinking, of course you did, it's almost ten, two hours after they go to bed," I said to myself. "I just wanted to say goodnight, I always do, maybe-"
"Brie," Troy cut me off. "They should be up, I only put them down twenty minutes ago," he informed me.
"You did?" I questioned.
"Uh-huh, I was trying to prolong it for you, plus the guys kept them up up and active," he said, kissing my forehead. "Go up, say goodnight, I am gonna finish loading the dishwasher."
I smiled at him, giving him another kiss before running upstairs. I like saying goodnight to them. When I got to their room, Tristin was passed out, so I just watched him a minute or two, making sure he was covered by a blanket. They're so perfect when they sleep, I could watch them sleep all day. Hell, I could watch them do anything all day.
"Ma!" Carmin said from across the room, making me turn. She was on her knees in her crib, smiling at me with her few teeth through the bars.
I lowered the crib bars to kiss Tristin on the forehead before going over to see Carmin. I remembered to higher them again, of course. "Carma-Lu," I greeted, picking her up. "What are you still doing awake?" I asked, walking over to the rocking chair and sat down with her in my lap.
She didn't answer, but began to tug on my red ruby necklace. "Mine," she muttered sleepily in her baby babble.
"I don't think so," I disagreed, taking her hand away, and cradled her in my arms so she could rest and fall asleep more easily.
Carmin burrowed against me, a peaceful look over her beautiful face. "Momma," she whispered, her eyes now closed.
My heart swelled, making me smile down at her. I kissed her forehead. "I love you, little girl," I said softly, running a hand through her short locks. Carmin is going to be a handful when she is older, this I know, but I really don't care. It won't be me she has issues with, it will be Troy, since they as so much alike.
I don't know how I could love being a mom so much, and want more children, but still be so unsure about having another. My heart bursts every time Tristin or Carmin smile at me, or do something completely adorable, or do anything, really. I couldn't be happier, I love everything about them, how could I not? It's hard to describe how much I love them, and love being a mother to them. There aren't words to describe a mother's love. I understand my mother now, and Troy's, and my sisters, I'd die for Carmin and Tristin, easily. How can I want another child, and want to give Troy another child, but be so resistant?
I let out a breath, looking down at my baby girl. She had fallen asleep within a few moments of being in my arms, but I stayed in the room, holding her. I wasn't sure how long I'd spent up here, watching her sleep. I knew they had enjoyed spending the night with Troy and his friends, even Junior. Junior continues to adore her.
The nursery room creaked open, revealing Troy. "Brie, it's past ten thirty," he told me.
I nodded. "I don't care," I responded softly as he quietly came over. "I like watching her sleep, either of them, actually."
"Me too," he agreed, getting on his knees next to me. He kissed Carmin's head. "She looks just like you when you sleep," he mentioned. "You should put her to bed before she wakes up again because she wants to move," he suggested.
I nodded with a sigh. "Alright," I muttered, standing with expertise you could only have required from handling a newborn in the same way. Troy lowered the crib bars for me to help me ease her back onto the bed. She didn't wake, but she did move around to get comfortable in her new surroundings. I put a blanket over her, making sure her teddy bear was in arms reach in case. We checked on Tristin before leaving the room, leaving it open a little more than a crack. I instantly hugged him, wrapping my arms around his neck in strong hold.
"Brie, is something wrong?" he asked me, hugging me in return.
"I keep lying," I confessed into his neck. "And, I finally figured out why," I added.
Troy's hold on me stayed. "About what, baby?" he wondered, a hand in my hair.
I pulled away from him. "Bedroom," I merely said, taking his hand in mine and continued our way across the hall. "Let me change first," I added, going towards my closet. I changed into a pair of pink sweatpants, took off my bra, and threw on a black hoodie of mine. I also ran a brush through my hair as I took off my jewelry.
When I emerged from the bathroom, I found the balcony doors open, and knew Troy was out there. I strode over to him, my hand sliding up his back. He didn't flinch, or appear to be surprised. Instead, brought me into his arms against the balcony. "I love you," he murmured against my neck before kissing it.
I rested back against him. "I love you too," I assured him. "Always."
"Always, always, baby," he agreed, nuzzling my neck. "Now, what are you lying about?" he questioned.
I turned in his arms, my hands sliding underneath his shirt. "I love the moments we have like this," I changed the subject.
"Mm-hm, me too," he agreed. "Now, back to the topic," he said. I sighed. "What are you lying about? I seriously have no idea, I'm interested," she commented.
I bit my lip. "I didn't know why I was lying, I didn't know what was wrong with me, you know I'm good at denial," I started, making Troy nod. "This shouldn't be something I should lie about, it's a happy thing, it's something I should want people to know. Well, that is, unless we want to keep it a secret until it happens, which is kind of what I want to do-"
"Gabriella," Troy stopped me. "Just tell me, all these this and that's are annoying me," he said honestly.
"On the twins' birthday, our parents asked me when we were going to try again, you know, to have another baby," I told him. "I said I don't know, and I didn't know why. It just came out, just like tonight when the girls asked me when we were going to try again, and I said the same thing," I went on.
Troy didn't appear to be angry, or even have a hint of despite. "You should have told me," he said. "Even if you weren't sure why, you should have told me you were lying about it," he insisted.
"I know, but I wanted to know why I was lying before we talked about it," I replied. "I didn't know, and now I do, so that is why I'm telling you," I informed him.
"Do you mind telling me?" he questioned. "I mean, Gabriella, do you even want a baby right now?" he asked,
I let out a breath. "It's the most logical thing to do," I responded. "It's good timing, the baby would be closer in age to the twins, the sooner I have more babies, the sooner I can go back to work-"
"Gabriella, do you want a baby right now?" he repeated. "That is what matters, not the details of it. If you don't want a baby right now, you should go back on birth control," he said.
I shook my head. "The timing matters," I stated. "At least, in my mind it does. But, yes, Troy, I do want a baby right now, I am just scared," I confessed
Troy pushed a piece of hair behind my ear. "Why are you scared? You've been pregnant before, you've been through birth, you've done it all, with twins. If we only have one this time around, it'll be so much easier," he insisted.
"But, can I handle being pregnant, a mother, a wife, a student, a friend, a daughter, and a sister all at the same time?" I asked him. "The twins already take so much of of me-of us, and I wouldn't have it any other way. That is what being a parent is, but do you remember when I was pregnant? I was tired, and irritable, and hungry, and huge," I listed off. "I don't know if I can go through that and keep raising the twins, and still have time for me and you, not to mention my friends and family if I am going to school."
"Baby, I am not going anywhere. You don't have to worry about us, me and you are forever. Yes, from here until we die, we may have a few rough patches, but we're always going to be together," he stated. "Since I am not going there, you should remind yourself that I am the twins' father, I do take on same amount of responsibilities with them you do," he said.
I nodded. "I know you do, but it's so much easier to handle everything with me at home. When I go back to college, what will we do?" I questioned.
"Brie, you're taking one night class, the other ones are on the computer," he told me. "Plus, I know you, you're so smart, and you are always on top of things with school," he insisted.
I sighed, walking away from his arms. "You don't understand, college isn't like high school. In high school I was bad. In college, I was worse. I studied almost all the time, I was always writing papers, and doing research, I won't have time for that now," I told him. "It won't be the same, I should wait until we have five kids, then go to school, then go back to work," I suggested.
"No," Troy dismissed my idea right away, walking back to me. "You won't be happy if we do it that way. We both know you overdo it when with school, you overdo your studying, you rewrite papers ten times until you think it's perfect, you do too much research, you know that," he said.
"But, it's all I know," I replied. "It's my system, I do it, and I do great, and that is all I know how to do," I explained. "I can't do that if I am pregnant, hell, I can't do that with the twins, and I don't mind giving it up for my family," I stated.
Troy shook his head. "Gabriella, you need something for yourself. I have my job, and you need something too. You want this, you want your Master's, and I'm not going to let you pass it up," he said in a firm voice.
"You can't dictate how my life is going to go!" I exclaimed, getting angry.
"I am your husband, I have say," he said. "I am not going to let you put this off, we'll make it work, it's only for two years," he reminded me. "Two years, then we can finish making our family, and you'll be back at work," he confirmed.
"Troy, this isn't going to work," I whispered, looking into his eyes.
Troy stepped forward again, linking our hands together. "Baby, you have a million siblings, we have plenty of friends, and my schedule is pretty flexible," he said in a low voice. "We'll make it work," he assured me.
"I don't see how," I offered feebly, feeling drained.
He rested his forehead on mine. "Well, you're going to start college, and we're going to get you pregnant. I'll be sure to tell you when you're overdoing it, and tell you to relax. I'll continue to take care of you, and the twins, just like you will do yourself. We'll make sure you have adequate time to study and do your work, and you'll still be an excellent mother. We have friends who wouldn't mind watching them for a few hours, plus your siblings would love to, we'll make this work. We have a huge support system, and the twins will be in kindergarten in a few short years," he added on. "How am I doing at talking you back into this?"
"Pretty well," I muttered, squeezing his hands.
He smiled softly at me. "We'll be fine, baby. It's only two years, with free summers, and this is you, you're great at everything you do. We'll just have to make sure you tone it back this time around," he went on. "Hell, I can even bring the twins with me to work once in a while," he admitted.
"You can?" I questioned. Is that allowed?
Troy nodded. "Yeah, it usually only happens with older kids, but by the time the baby comes and we're on overload, they'll be around the right age to come spend the night," he said. "Of course, I will have to leave when the alarm goes off, but there are always people in the firehouse, people they're familiar with. Since guys are there, they'll have a great time. This way, you'll have more time, and only a newborn at night, which can suck, but it'll get easier as the baby gets older."
"I understand when you say I need something for myself, something other than you and the twins," I started. "But, I don't want the fact that I want my Master's to interfere with me being a mom," I confessed. "Or, a wife for that matter."
"Brie, I know you, I know how much you love being a mom, and how wonderful you are at it," he told me. "I also know how much you love school, and how good of a student you are," he went on. "You'll balance everything, I'll help you, our friends will help you, and our family will help you. I already told you, there is nothing separating us," he stated. "Baby, we'll make it work, trust me on that," he repeated.
I let out a breath. "You have to promise you will tell me when I am overdoing something, even if it will cause a fight, and-"
"I promise," he swore easily. "You worry too much," he mumbled, kissing my forehead.
"Tell me about it," I muttered, leaning in against him for a hug.
Troy's arms wrapped around me tightly. "We'll be fine, better than fine," he assured me softly. We were quiet for a few minutes after that, and just continued to hold each other. "You're wearing pink," he spoke up.
"Oh, Troy, I am not in the mood," I sighed, letting him go.
"Well, are you not in the mood for the whole shebang, or just some of it?" he asked, following after me.
I shook my head, entering our room once again. "Any of it," I answered, walking out of the room with my book.
"Aw, come on, babe," he whined, still stalking me.
"Nope."
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"Tiffany Bolton?" I questioned into the receiver, completely shocked.
There was a throat response of "mm-hm," on her end. "Yes, I believe we met before, but I wasn't aware of it," she said.
I cleared my own throat. "Yeah, you see, um," I tried to think of what to say.
"Gabriella, it is perfectly okay," she assured me quickly. "I can understand what you must think of me, marrying a man Jack's age with a son my own age," she told me. "Not only a son, but a married son he isn't on good terms with," she said. "It must have been odd just running into me like that," she finished.
I nodded. "Honestly, I have wanted to meet you, but Troy was there, and I wasn't sure if he was ready," I informed her. "Not only you, but Jackie as well. It would have been overwhelming," I added.
"It's understandable," she repeated. "The reason I called today was for a few reasons," she began. "I know the Tristin and Carmin's birthday was yesterday, so I wanted to call and say happy birthday, not only from Jack, but me and Jackie too," she said.
"I... that's sweet," I replied. "It's hard to believe they are only one. It was like only yesterday I was pregnant," I commented with a small laugh.
There was a slight pause. "I know, it does seem that way with Jackie. It's sad to see them get older," she mentioned.
"I am glad I am not the only one," I responded.
"Another reason I called was because of Jack and Troy. You know how Jack wants to have some sort of connection with Carmin and Tristin," she started, and I nodded to myself. "You should know Jack is as stubborn as they come and won't call Troy to speak it over with him," she told me.
I bit my lip. "I figured as much," I mumbled. It's been a while since Troy gave Lucy his response to Jack's request.
"I just didn't want Troy or you, for that matter, to get your hopes when I don't believe there is a chance at it happening," she responded. "For now, anyways."
I let out a breath. "Thanks for telling me, I'm sure Troy would like to know. He's been on the edge of his seat about it," I told her.
"The last reason, the one I am hell-bent on, and don't care how Jack feels is," she explained. "Is Jackie knowing Troy," she admitted.
"Oh," I muttered. Troy does want to know his little brother, he just hasn't been sure how to approach it.
"I want him to, Jackie may be young, but he does know he has a big brother, he knows who Troy is," she told me. "I want it to stay that way, I want them to not only be brothers, but act like brothers," she stated. "I know it will be hard, and Jack doesn't want it, but I think it's a good idea. Jackie should have that older brother to call if he needs to, and that other man to fall back on, you know?" she asked.
"I agree," I replied. "I have eight siblings, and I couldn't imagine them not in my life," I said.
Troy came into the room, his hair a bit damp, and Mickey trailing behind him. "Whose on the phone?" he asked, coming up behind me, an arm on either side of me.
I gave him the one minute signal. "I'm glad, I know since Jackie is so young still, and Troy is over twenty years older than him, it will he tough," she said. "But, obviously, you two do come to visit your parents, and as Jackie gets older, he can use the phone, and write letters," she went on.
"Can I have a minute? Troy just walked in the room," I told her.
"Of course," she immediately answered.
I turned towards Troy, putting the phone on hold so she couldn't hear. "It's Tiffany," I informed him. "Yes, that Tiffany," I said before he could ask.
"What does she want?" Troy wondered, stepping back a little.
I ran a hand through my hair. "All in all, she wants you and Jackie to know each other," I got straight to the point.
"He's what, two? How will that work? And, what about my dad-"
"Troy," I stopped him. "She said Jack is too stubborn to call you," I told him. "But, that shouldn't stop you from knowing your little brother, babe. You always said you would like to know him," I reminded him.
He nodded slowly. "On paper it sounds better than when it's followed through," he responded. "He's, like two, and I am twenty five, how would this work?" he questioned.
"He is two, but he is getting older, and he can semi-speak. You would have phones, and when we visit our parents, we could take him out, then when he gets older you two can write letters. It will be slow, but it will work, Troy," I insisted.
He still looked unsure. "Can I talk to her?" he asked, holding on his hand.
I shrugged, handing him the phone, of course. "I think you should do it, you always wanted a little brother, and even though it isn't the best situation," I started. "He couldn't get a better big brother than you," I assured him, standing up.
He pecked me on the lips. "Thanks."
I thought of this at Sharpay's wedding as Troy leaned against the opening the to the play area for the kids. Not only is he on the phone with Tiffany and Jackie, he is watched the twins play too. Tiffany and Troy spoke for more than half an hour, discussing what Troy knowing Jackie would entail. He wanted to know his little brother, but he didn't want his father to know his children unless Jack 'made the first move' as Troy says. Tiffany understood. Jack doesn't want Jackie and Troy know each other, but Tiffany basically doesn't give a fuck. She isn't like Lucy was, she sticks to her guns. Tiffany insists that if we ever sent pictures of the twins for Jackie, she would try not to show him, but if he happened to see them (which he probably would), she wouldn't tell him any information.
So, now about every other day, Tiffany calls with Jackie wanting to ramble on in Troy's ear, not making much sense. Troy doesn't mind it, he enjoys 'speaking with' Jackie. He wants Jackie to know our kids as well as me and him. We're family too, even if Jack is the way he is.
"Are you checkin' our your husband?" Chad asked, coming up behind me.
"Eh," I said in return, turning towards him. "Tay still puking?" I questioned.
He nodded. "Uh-huh, and she insists I don't go into the bathroom. She told me to get away and if I try to go and help her, this will be the only baby we ever get, because I won't touch her again," he explained. "I don't know why, but she hates me seeing her puke," he said.
"No one exactly wants an audience other than their mother when they are below the age of thirteen to watch them throw up," I reminded him.
He sighed. "I know, but you let Troy help you when you were pregnant, and you help him when he has hangovers," he said. "I want to help her, it's my baby inside of her," he insisted.
"She can take care of herself, Chaddy, she is a nurse. It's just one of her weird things," I told him. "We haven't been able to talk much, how are you doin', Daddy?" I asked.
He rubbed the back of his neck with a slight smile. "Happy, scared, excited, terrified," he listed off.
"The normal, then," I summed up, making him laugh. "You'll be fine, Chad, I promise. It is scary, and it is the best thing you will ever experience, but you'll be fine. You're great with kids," I assured him.
"I know, but this is my kid," he mumbled, nervousness laced in his voice.
I nodded. "That just makes the bond all the more stronger, and the experience that much better," I replied. "You know how to handle babies for the most part, kids love you, you and Tay love each other, everything will be fine," I stated.
Chad hugged me. "Thanks, El," he responded. To this day, Chad mostly calls me by some variation of Ella, and he is kind of the only one. It's usually, Gabi, Gabs, or Gab, or in Troy's case, Brie. Maybe my whole name sometimes, but rarely Ella.
"Hey, go hug your own pregnant wife," Troy interjected, a hand on the very small of my back. Very, very small of my back, alright, his hand is on my ass.
Chad's eyes widened. "No, I am not pregnant," I said before he could ask. "We are trying, but keep in on the down low, not many people know," I informed him. "Not my family, not our friends, no one," I went on. "So, shut up about it."
"Alright, alright, don't get so pushy," Chad commented.
Troy chuckled. "Tay's back from the bathroom again," he said, pointing with his free hand towards Taylor.
Chad instantly turned, then indeed saw his wife entering the room, not looking to hot. "Bye," he merely got out before quickly going over to her. He instantly took her in his arms and she snuggled up to him.
"Aw, isn't cute," I cooed like a girl, letting Troy pull me against him.
"Down right adorable," he played along, his hands still practically on my butt. "But, you're beautiful," he stated, his lips right below my ear. Sharpay's bridesmaid dresses are red, and sleeveless. It hugs my breasts and torso, then flows to the ground. The cut is a straight v, right down between my boobs. I have been making sure not to flash anyone all night. The heels are black and red and actually put me in Troy's line of vision (my feet hurt). My hair is up in a intrictite knot, leaving tendrils on my face.
I giggled. "Thanks, you look pretty good too," I assured him. Troy's tux is black, with a black undershirt, and vest, with a red tie. It's dark, but sexy. His jacket is already off, the sleeves rolled up, and vest un-done, as he usually is when he has to dress up. "How are the twins?" I asked, my hands wrapping around his middle.
"Mm, they only share with each other," he answered, his lips grazing my neck with every movement. I also felt his breath there, getting me worked up. "It's cute, but the other kids don't like it," he added. Sharpay has known my family since she was thirteen, so they've all been invited. Not all of them could make it, none of my younger ones did, nor Marcus, but Lucas and Allie came (Allie and Sharpay are friends, Lucas came out of force), my sisters, their kids, and theirs husbands came (mostly because of the food, they're pregnant, hello), and Felix came with Jaymi and Finn (Jaymi made him, she is friends with Sharpay also). So, they are all running around together, the kids, that is. There is even a play area for them.
"It's good for us, though," I replied, leaning against him. "Not as many fights when they get older," I said.
Troy chuckled against my neck. "True," he agreed. "I love you," he stated.
"I love you too, but what do you want?" I asked him.
He laughed, pulling away. "What do you mean?" he questioned.
"Babe, you are an inch away from groping me," I informed him, pushing his hand down my side, moving it away from alongside my breast. "You're already all over my ass," I added.
He chuckled, leaning in again towards me again. "You look beautiful, Mrs. Bolton, and you just got over your period," he said. "It's been a while," he insisted.
"Oh, and what, you have needs?" I asked him.
"Like you don't," he replied, his hand covering my butt bringing me closer to him. "Brie, we're in sync, we both have needs, and usually, both of our needs need to be met at the same time," he informed me.
I scoffed. "Uh, no they don't," I disagreed. "When one's needs need to be met, the other gets the other one in the mood, making them have needs, and then we make love," I told him.
"Uh-uh," Troy said. "There are times when we both want it, and want to get right to it without foreplay," he explained. "Although, there are times when we both want to, and there is a lot of torturous foreplay," he mumbled, deep in thought.
"Are we seriously about to argue about this?" I wondered. "Because, I want to check on the twins," I said. What a weird conversation anyways.
Troy shook his head. "Babe, if they needed us, you would know. This is why Sharpay and Zeke hired a, what did she call her? An overseer?" he asked himself. "Plus, family is everywhere," he told me. "I was just over there, they are fine. I have something that needs checked on by you," he whispered into my ear, his lips moving down to my neck and kissed ever-so-gently.
Sharpay and Zeke's wedding was held outside of a church (in the heat) in a beautiful garden. From there, we came here, to the best hotel in the city, and the reception is in the ballroom. There is excellent food (the actual dinner hasn't been served yet), and the best DJ in the city, plus it's lavishly decorated. It was a wonderful wedding, although mine will always number one in my heart. It was more simple, but this is more Sharpay. From the way Sharpay and Zeke are acting as of now, they will have no problem making another baby. They leave for Europe tomorrow, and will be gone over a week. Junior will be staying at his grandparents.
"Troy, we can't, we're at a wedding," I reminded him, shifting my neck to the side.
"You heard Sharpay, dinner will be served at seven thirty, it's barely six thirty," he murmured against my skin, still kissing softly.
My eyes fluttered closed. "What are you going to do, take me right here?" I asked, leaning in against him.
"Uh-uh, follow me," he urged, pulling away and lacing our hands. He led me out of the ballroom and down a hall.
"Troy, if I ruin this dress, Sharpay will kill me," I mentioned as Troy navigated.
He didn't answer, just led me down a series of short halls before opening a random door. Since when does he know his way around this hotel? He tugged me into a nice sized bathroom. A bathroom? Really? He locked the door, pushing me against it with a kiss. "I'll make sure you don't ruin the dress, promise," he commented into my ear, his lips already moving down my neck slowly. Each kiss was warm, and wet, and done so.. perfectly. God, why is my neck so sensitive? His isn't! He likes it, but it's not the same.
His hands pushed the straps of my dress down my shoulders, making it slip a little. "I can't believe we're doing this," I whispered, a hand in his hair.
"Believe it, baby. Actually, we need to start doing it more," he replied, pushing his pelvis into mine, making me feel his arousal.
I do not want to end it there, believe me! I wanted to add the whole sex scene, but I am on a time limit here. My family is all around, and we're heading to my dad's really soon. I cannot write a sex scene with my mother and siblings standing behind me, just can't. It's awkward. I will make up for it later, trust me.
Sorry this is so late, it's been a rough few weeks... I have no school Friday, so I should be able to get the next one out this weekend. Meant to Live should be out this week sometime.
Review please!
-- Kayleigh