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Happy Easter to those who celebrate!

Named Here We Go by Nsync because we get going with G's pregnancy..

Troy had the joy of carrying a whiny Carmin into our home late Wednesday afternoon. Their check-up sat right in the middle of their short naptime, so they are both cranky and weepy right now. Tristin is more somber, though, which is why I am the one carrying him.

"Brie!" Troy called from upstairs as he put Carmin down, I was trailing behind.

I put Tristin on the floor so I could take my shoes off first. I'm wearing a pair huge high heels and I am seriously regretting it. Troy called for me again. "One minute!" I shouted back, slipping my other shoe off with Tristin leaning against me, very sleepy. "You are tired, huh, buddy?" I asked him, putting him in my lap.

He nodded thoughtlessly, his thumb in his mouth. "Nap-py," he muttered back.

I pulled his thumb out of his mouth before standing. "Yep, it's that time, bubba," I agreed, carrying him up the steps with Mickey following very closely behind. By now, Carmin had calmed down, and was drifting off to sleep in her own crib, thankfully. I took Tristin's shoes off and his long-sleeved shirt so he wouldn't get too hot before letting him get comfortable. "What did you need me for?" I asked Troy, turning around, but stumbled over Mickey. "Mickey!" I scolded, bending down to his level. He merely wagged his tail before trying to lick me. I sighed at him, scratching behind his ear. "How is it that you know I am pregnant before I do?" I wondered, kissing his head for a moment.

"Nothing now," Troy answered my earlier question. "Come on," he urged, taking my hand and leading me out of the nursery, Mickey trailing me every step of the way. He is back into his protective mode of me, somehow sensing I am pregnant once again.

Yes, I am indeed with child. I got it confirmed today, along with my vitamins and conception date, a rough due date, all of that jazz. The doctor's office was horrible though. Troy hates waiting, he was worse than Carmin and Tristin were, and half of what he did was pace and talk to himself. I know he was just nervous about whether or not I am pregnant. I knew I was, I know my body, Troy, however, insisted on waiting until we got it confirmed before getting all aboard. He just didn't want to get let down, it's understandable.

"How are you feeling?" Troy questioned me once we were in our bedroom. He kicked off his shoes as he did.

I shrugged. "I'm tired and Mickey smells, the normal," I said, sitting down on our bed. The morning sickness this time around has been much easier to deal with. The feeling actually stays in the morning, well from after midnight to noon, but I'll consider that just fine. I hope this is only one baby this time around. I don't know if I have it in me to carry and deal with another set of twins.

Troy smiled at me. "Why don't you take a nap, and I'll give Mickey a bath, and then we can call everyone to tell them the good news?" he suggested, sitting down next to me.

"About that, we have to talk," I replied, pushing hair behind my ears.

He sighed. "What's wrong?" he asked, knowing me too well.

"I'm fine with the first two, although I do want you to look over a paper I have to turn in tonight," I mentioned. "Anyways, about telling everyone, I don't want to," I confessed.

He looked confused. "Why?" he wondered.

"Don't get me wrong, I am happy I am pregnant, it's a good thing," I assured him. "But, my mom doesn't live here, and neither does yours, and the last time we told everyone I was pregnant, everyone was here," I rambled. "I just- I want them all here when we tell them I am pregnant again," I finished.

"Brie, I understand, sorta," Troy began. "But, the next time we will all be together is either when Serena or Belle go into labor, or Thanksgiving," he said. "That is about three months away, a little more, I don't want to wait that long," he insisted.

"Why not?" I responded. "We can be like 'hey, you know what, I'm pregnant, and since we didn't tell you, we also know it's a boy!'" I exclaimed. "Everyone is happy," I said.

Troy laughed. "Um, no, you see, that is when our mother's yell at us, then beat me for going along with it. They won't even be able to hurt you since you're pregnant," he corrected me.

"Troy," I pleaded, linking my arms through one of his. "Please? I really want my mommy here when we spill the beans about my condition," I told him.

He let out a breath. "You, take a nap, I'll wash the dog and the cat, unfortunately, then we can talk about this when you wake up," he said, patting my leg.

I began to yawn afterwards.

"I'll take that as a yes," Troy replied, standing up. "What do you want for dinner, just so I can order, because I don't feel like making anything," he added as he left.

I scooted back on the bed, kicking off my pants because I did not feel like wearing them. Troy chuckled at my action. "Uh," I thought about it. "I don't care, surprise me," I responded, laying back on my pillow.

"Fine, but if I get something you aren't in the mood for when you wake up, you can't complain," he insisted, calling Mickey after him so he could bathe him. Mickey hates bathes, so I hope Troy has fun, Minnie too for that matter.

I was walking through a field, but the grass was white, and there was red stuff everywhere. I wasn't sure if the red stuff was blood, but it sure looked like it.

All of a sudden, cheerleaders in East High uniforms were with me, walking all around me. There was a camera in all of their hands, videotaping something. It was then that I noticed the bodies. They were everywhere, all ripped into shreds and innerds were everywhere. I resisted the urge to throw up.

What happened to these people?

"I can't believe we're doing this," a blond cheerleader said. Why are cheerleaders here? Really.

"She's going to love it," another said. She? She who? Me?

A loud cry was heard. I looked down to see a baby in my arms. It had dark curly hair and light skin and blue eyes. It wasn't Carmin or Tristin, I wasn't even sure if it was a boy or a girl. It was wearing a green outfit, a rather unisex outfit. After the cry, a roar sounded all around.

A T-Rex/dragon came running towards us. The cheerleaders, including me, began to run, screaming at the top of our lungs. The beast ran after us, but seemed to focus on me. The baby began wailing in my arms, making my heart wrench. I ran as fast as I could, trying to save not only the baby, but my own life.

Suddenly, I was climbing up the dragon's back, avoiding it's snaps. I reached the head, trying to maintain my balance, but it was futal, and the baby fell from my arms. I cried out, reaching for it, but missed. Instead, I watched it cry to the ground, and hit with a smack, life leaving it's body. I began to cry myself before jumping off the dragon, not wanting to live anymore. I killed the baby.

I woke with a gasp, my body sticky with sweat.

"Hey, you okay?" Troy asked, sitting on the edge of the bed, facing me.

I shook my head, breathing heavily. "I- the baby fell off the dragon, and died, and I jumped, and," I stopped, closing my eyes.

"Pregnant dream?" he assumed, making me nod. "It was just a dream, babe," he insisted, rubbing my back gently.

I shook my head again. "The baby, she looked like me, but had your eyes. I don't even know if it was a girl, I think it was, and there were cheerleaders.." I trailed off. "I wonder if they got eaten," I mentioned.

"Well, you have to eat," Troy broke in. "I ordered Chinese. You have class in a little under two hours and the twins are asking for you," he informed me.

"No food," I said, my stomach churning as I continued to think of my dream. "Oh, geez," I groaned, jumping for the bathroom. I heaved my lunch into the toilet, and felt Troy behind me. Once I finished, I sat down on the convienantly placed towel.

"And, we're off," Troy stated, handing me the Listerine.

I washed my mouth out, wanting to get the disgusting taste out of my mouth. "Ugh, I hate this part," I whined, resting my head on Troy's shoulder. "Uh, babe, where are the twins?" I asked, lifting my head up.

"In the nursery," he answered. "I made sure all the other doors were closed except for our bedroom door, and the high baby gate is up on the steps, they're fine," he assured me before I could question him about it. "They're probably on the hunt for me right now, actually," he commented.

I smiled, shaking my head at him before resting it on the shoulder again. "Dadda!" a baby called only a moment later.

"Told ya," he sing-songed, squeezing me closer to him. "How long until they find us in here?" he questioned.

I shrugged. "About the same it will take for them to hurt themselves on something," I replied. "We should- hey," I greeted Carmin when she found us.

She smiled happily at us before running over, her teddy bear Fluffy in her small arms. She threw herself at me in a hug. "Momma!" she said happily, her arms tightly around my neck.

"Well, hello, Carmin Bolton," I replied, kissing her cheeks.

Tristin still hadn't found us and was calling for us in a scared voice. "We're in here, Tris!" Troy tired to direct him, but he's only a little over one, he didn't catch on. "Can't he tap his twin powers into Carmin and find us too?" he mumbled, getting off the ground.

"You know what Mommy just remembered?" I asked, tickling my daughter's sides. "She isn't wearing any pants!" I informed her, holding her against me.

"I'm sure she doesn't care," Troy mentioned, walking back into the bathroom with Tristin in his arms. "I know I don't," he added, eying up my legs.

I shook my head, standing up. Carmin hopped at my feet, wanting to be picked up like her brother was. "Shush you," I ordered Troy, leaving the bathroom and going towards my dresser. I found a pair of booty shorts and slipped them on. "Okay, okay," I repeated to Carmin as I lifted her up.

"It's almost time for their dinner," Troy commented as he led us downstairs.

"Why did you let me sleep so long?" I questioned, putting Carmin down once we reached the middle floor.

He smiled back at me before going into the kitchen. "Because you go to school, actually keep up with your online classes, take care of the house, you're a stay at home mom, plus you're pregnant, and we kind of have social life, you need your rest, baby," he answered.

I smiled at him, following him into the kitchen. "True, but I would have liked to been awake for a while, you know, to spend time with my family," I replied, taking the plate he handed to me. I glanced back at the twins who had found two small toys in the little hallway right there to play with. Knowing they were entertained for the next few moments, I piled some food on my plate for my own dinner, completely hungry now. I made a plate for Troy too, knowing what he likes, since he was compling some dinner for the twins to eat. They eat like actual humans now, almost, so dinner is easier and more fun.

We moved out to the living room to sit on the floor. I fed Carmin as I ate and Troy did the same with Tristin.

"I think we should tell everyone you are pregnant even though you want to wait," Troy insisted as we began to speak about the subject. "Brie, you're already taking on so much, everyone knowing would make them more willing to help, and you won't get stressed," he said. "I want you to be as relaxed as possible," he finished.

I bit my lip, wiping Carma's mouth. "People are already helping," I assured him. "Plus, you're home more than the average working man," I said. "Truthfully, I don't know why I want this so much, I just do. I want my mom here when we tell everyone, I want my dad and your mom, the whole family together. It was that way last time," I reminded him.

"Babe," Troy sighed. "You take on so much, keeping this a secret will make you stressed even more," he responded. "With my job and the way it affects you, plus you going to school, plus you being a full time mom, plus you being pregnant, keeping it a secret just doesn't seem like the smartest idea," he went on.

I watched Carmin finish chewing. "What do you think, Carma-Lu?" I questioned. "Should we tell everyone Mommy and Daddy's secret?" I asked. "Yes or no?" I said while shaking my head.

Carmin copied me. "No," she answered, smiling at me.

"What about you, Tris?" I wondered, looking towards him.

He shared his twins answer. "No," he agreed, shaking his head also.

"The jury rules," I concurred, pulling her into my lap. She leaned against me, her arms around me. I hugged her back.

"That isn't fair, they almost always agree, and you were completely biased on their answer," Troy insisted. "Hey!" he exclaimed as Tristin got up to join in on me and Carmin's hug.

I kissed both of their foreheads as I continued to hold them close. "I love you guys so much," I murmured, feeling Troy next to me. I looked up at him.

"We'll keep it a secret," he finally agreed, wrapping an arm around me. I smiled. "If you have one unusual pain, or I think you're over-stressed, I'm shouting it from the rooftops," he warned. "I'm a firefighter, I have the means to actually get on a rooftop," he assured me.

I kissed him. "Thank you," I whispered before kissing him again. "Mm, I love you," I said.

"I love you too," he replied, pressing his lips to mine once more. He stole Carmin from me, then began to tickle her mercilessly. Her body squirmed as she squealed with giggles.

Tristin and I laughed at them. I took his hand and held it to my stomach where his new sibling was growing. He didn't notice anything, obviously not knowing what was going on. "You're gonna be a good big brother, buddy," I commented, running a hand through his hair.

"He already is," Troy corrected, finished with torturing our daughter. "Isn't he, baby?" he asked her.

She merely laughed and edged away from her dad in case he decided to 'attack' her again. "Nooooo," she drawled out with a smiley face.

"No?" Troy asked, pulling her into his lap. Her legs were near his head as her back sat on his legs. He tickled her sides quickly. "Hey, don't kick me!" he laughed as Carmin's feet went wild.

I whispered something in Tristin's ear, pointing towards his father while he was occupied. A moment later, Tristin slammed into Troy's side, catching him off guard, and made him fall over. Tristin climbed on top of him, continuing to 'beat' on him.

"Ow! I didn't ask for this!" Troy whined, laughing as he did.

I shook my head at my family, a smile plastered on my face, and a hand over my stomach. At times like this, I know everything will be okay.

The twins went down easily that night. We gave them a quick bath, dressed them for bed, told a short story, I sang half a song, and they were either asleep, or drifting off. Afterwards, I put pants back on for school and fixed myself up a little. It was just a pair of holey, comfy jeans and a red v-neck t-shirt, along with a pair of red flats, not to mention my red ruby necklace.

When I went back downstairs Troy was halfway through the paper I had wanted him to read that is due tonight. I plopped down next to him, lifted his arm up, and slid underneath before letting him wrap it around me. "Is it good?" I wondered nervously, peering up at him.

"Sh," was his response.

I sighed, silently agreeing to shut up. I rested my head on his shoulder, comfortable, but it didn't take long until I was bored. My hand crept up his shirt slowly, although he didn't mention anything. My nails began to rake up and down his chest lightly, just to entertain myself for a few moments. After that got old, I went on to kiss and suck on his neck.

Finally, Troy inched away. "Brie, do you want me to finish this or not?" he questioned, turning his head towards me.

"Yes, I want you to finish it," I answered, kissing his cheek.

"Then, stop turning me on and sit there motionless," he replied, his eyes going back to my very long paper.

I stuck my tongue out him. "I was turning you on, huh?" I asked a minute later as I thought about it.

"Yes," he responded, his hand moving to cover my mouth. "Now, sh," he ordered before dropping his hand.

I couldn't help but notice where his hand fell. His hand was less than an inch from my breast. If it happened to move closer, he would be feeling me up. How does he not notice that? He does seem very into my paper, which I should be happy about, but I am not in a very girlie mood right now. As a matter of fact, I am more in a manly mood if you know what I mean. "Okay, so, your hand is very-" I was cut off by Troy kissing me. I guess he noticed where his hand was too.

"Mm, Troy, my paper," I reminded him in between kisses, leaning back as he gently pushed.

He rested his body on mine. "It's perfect," he assured me, his lips returning to mine. I opened my mouth for him immediately, welcoming his tongue to enter. My tongue played with his, making me moan into his mouth, and him to do the same. His fingers dipped underneath my shirt, letting me feel his warm hands. His hand soon traveled down to my thigh, pushing it closer to his body, and squeezing as he lifted it up to wrap around his waist.

I continued to move my mouth with his, one of my hands slipping underneath his shirt to feel his chest. I love the feel of his muscular chest. My other hand moved down in between our bodies, only stopping when I reached the buldge in his pants. I massaged it lightly, causing Troy to break our kiss and moan. His lips rested against my neck. "Fuck, Brie," he swore before beginning to suck on the exposed skin.

My phone vibrated against my leg. "Troy," I said, pushing him off.

"Skip class," he suggested, not moving.

I shook my head, pushing harder. "Troy, I can't," I replied, slipping out from underneath him.

He groaned, sitting up behind me. "Every college kid skips a few classes," he assured me, his arms wrapping around my torso.

I typed back a text for a new friend from class. "Yes, but I am saving those skip days for bad pregnancy days, or if a twin gets sick, or if you get hurt, or-" I stopped when I felt Troy kiss my neck. "Besides, Kenzie wasn't able to make it to the last class, I have to-" I stood from the couch. "I have to give her my notes," I finished.

"Brie," Troy groaned.

I tilted his head up towards mine by his hair. "I gotta get going," I said, leaning down to kiss him. "Did you really like the paper?" I asked before pressing my lips to his.

"From what I understood of it, it was perfect," he assured me, then kissed me.

I smiled into the kiss, standing my ground when he tried to bring me down into his lap. "I'll be back around-"

"Nine thirty, I know," Troy finished for me. "Ten, if you go out for something to eat with that chick and that gay guy-"

"Hey! Be nice to my friends you've never met," I ordered, shrugging on the plain black hoodie I had on the coffee table. "They're nice and entertaining," I reminded him. I have made two friends, both younger than me, and both shocked I am twenty five and married with children. They thought I was their age, twenty three, and still confused about life. Their names are Kenzie and Clay. Clay is gay, but you wouldn't know it if you didn't know him, like Vince being bisexual. He's a real cutie too.

Troy shrugged. "One is still a girl, and the other is a homosexual male, I was being truthful," he replied. "Go, before I make you be late," he instructed, tugging on my hoodie in a sign for me to kiss him again.

"I love you," I told him, picking up my paper from the end of the couch.

"I love you too, and be ready for sex when you get home, it's happening," he informed me as I walked away.

I laughed. "Sure thing, Bolton."

I entered my home a little before ten after class and after coffee with Clay and Kenzie. Well, they had coffee, I had a frappacino, minimal caffeine involved (I am pregnant, here). Everything was off downstairs, but I heard a light noise from upstairs. I locked the door behind me and put on the alarm before climbing the steps.

I found not only Troy in our bed, but Tristin was curled up next to him. I smiled at the sight, but sighed too. "So much for sex," I commented. I had been looking forward to it.

Troy stirred at the sound of my voice. "Gabriella," he murmured, looking down to Tristin next to him. "He had a bad dream," he informed me, waking up a little more.

"You want me to put him back to bed?" I asked, sitting down gently. "Or, is he sleeping with us tonight?" I wondered.

"We can't exactly have sex with our son in the bed," he replied softly.

I held back a laugh. "No, we can't," I agreed. "But, you're also half asleep," I reminded him, rubbing Tristin's back gently. "I don't mind if we don't, and he stays," I mentioned.

"If he stays, we'll wake him up, either by moving in our sleep, or talking," Troy told me. "I have to pee," he added, shifting Tristin off of him slowly.

I held back a laugh again. "Then, I'll put him back to bed," I volunteered, lifting our son up.

Troy went to the bathroom while I put Tristin back to bed. He didn't wake, thankfully, and I checked on Carmin after I knew he was okay. Carmin was sleeping peacefully as always. Mickey stationed himself in the hall between our rooms as our faithful gaurd dog always does. I pet him for a moment, making him wag his tail, then went back into our bedroom. Troy was now sitting up, wide awake, and only in a pair of basketball shorts.

"How was class?" he asked as I went to my closet.

I shrugged, entering the messy closet. "Boring," I answered, pulling my shirt over my head. "I took notes, organized past notes, and well," I stuck my head out the door, being sure not to show him my exposed chest. "Thought about you," I confessed, continuing getting changed for bed, or you know, something else. It is only ten.

I heard Troy's laugh from the bed. "I'm glad you still act like you're in high school," he replied, changing the channel, to ESPN, no doubt.

I laughed too, pulling on a new pair of underwear to complete my look. "You know you thought about me, Bolton, don't deny it," I called out to him, slipping into my silk black mini-robe.

"Really?" Troy questioned, eying up my appearance. "A robe? You can't just walk out here in whatever you're wearing?" he asked.

I shook my head, going to the bathroom. "Nope, it's a surprise," I informed him, closing the door behind me.

"Tease!" he accused, making me roll my eyes.

I removed my make up and washed my face. I also ran a brush through my hair, just because. When I was done, I put my robe up on the hook. I opened the door quietly, then ran and jumped on the bed, straddling Troy in the process. "Superman!" I exclaimed, putting my hands on my hips as I towered over him on my knees.

Troy laughed heartily, his eyes raking down my body. "Very sexy, babe," he complimented. I'm wearing a pair of lacy blue booty underwear and a red lacy slightly see-through top that has thin straps, plus was laced up my back like a corset, adding some more sexual flare to it.

"I figured I should wear it now before I am big and huge and-"

"Still very sexy?" Troy finished for me.

I shook my head, turning off the t.v. with the remote and turned on the stereo with it's remote. I put in on the radio, the volume low.

"So, strip tease, or are we just gonna go at it?" he questioned.

A laugh bubbled out of me. "Thanks for the romantic proposition," I mumbled, running a hand through his hair.

"Well, I'd be fine with either, I already got a show once tonight," he mentioned, kissing the corner of my mouth.

I let my hands fall down his chest. "Oh, yeah? How?" I wondered, resting my forehead on his.

"After you left, I was kind of blue balling it," he began, making me laugh. "So, I watched our tape and solved my problem myself," he admitted.

I flushed pink lightly, biting my lip. I still cannot believe I let him videotape us making love, but he was so happy about it.

Troy chuckled at me. "You helped, of course," he assured me, hooking a finger underneath my chin. He looked into my eyes, which alone made my insides turn to goo.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I whispered, resting a hand on his.

"Like what?" my husband responded, his hand moving to the back of my neck, while mine slid down to his wrist.

I shrugged a little. "Like we haven't been married for over two years, and have two kids, plus expecting another, and been together for almost a decade, and are just meeting again for the first time," I explained.

"Maybe because you're more beautiful to me somehow now than when I first met you," he answered honestly.

I smiled at him, my pregnancy hormones raging wild, and my cheeks still a light shade of pink. I barely blush anymore, and I am proud of it. "You're charming, you know," I commented, my heart pounding in my chest.

"Baby, you've never seen my a-game," Troy replied, a grin on his face.

"I'm in big trouble then," I mentioned, pressing my lips to his.

I woke up on Saturday to the sun shining in my face. I groaned to myself. Why do I have to live in New Mexico? I turned over, searching for Troy, but found two little bodies instead. The noise of giggles errupted around me.

"It's too early for this," I whined, cracking my eyes open to see my beautiful children and their father next to me, all fully dressed, happy, and blue-eyed.

"Tell Mommy nuh-uh, because it's nearly noon, and we planned the day," Troy said, patting my bum through the blankets.

Both Carmin and Tristin giggled again. "Nuh-uh, Momma," Tristin copied his father.

"Ya, Momma," Carmin agreed, attempted to crawl on me.

"It's not noon, you're lying," I accused, hugging my daughter to my body.

Troy smiled. "Yes, it is, we let you sleep. Momma's pregnant, Momma's body needs rest, so Dad made sure everyone was extra quiet while we played," he insisted.

"Dad's a good man," I breathed, snuggling with Carmin. I fell on my back, taking her with me to rest on my chest. Tristin scooted up next to us, cuddling into my side, his head on my shoulder.

"Dad tries," Troy replied. "I've been at work for two days straight, and it's a beautiful day out, so we're going out," he informed me.

I basked in the fact that Carmin and Tristin aren't full of piss and vinegar. I love cuddling and snuggling with them in the mornings. "Where?" I wondered, turning my head to look at my husband.

"Pac!" Tristin yelled in my ear.

"I think he means the park," Troy corrected. "And, we are. I called our friends, they're coming. Zeke's bringing food, Chad is bringing his portable grill, I'm making the burgers, and the kids are having a field day," he informed me. "We're ready, all you gotta do is shower and get ready. It's warm out, really warm out, so wear something summer-y. And, you know, sexy, just for me," he instructed.

I smiled, sitting up, bringing the twins with me. "You're making your amazing, greasy, mouth-watering burgers?" I questioned, already feeling my mouth salivating, no nausea in me whatsoever.

Troy chuckled while nodding. "I knew you'd be happy," he responded, smacking my butt once more. "Now, up, I need to get some toys together with the twins," he ordered, picking our kids up upside down, making them squeal with laughter. "You have a less than hour, get to it, Bolton."

"You're killing me, Troy," I stated over an hour later. We're the first at the park, but Tristin and Carmin immediately ran for the swings before we could find somewhere to set up a home base of sorts.

Troy smiled at me. "Oh, baby, relax and enjoy the laughter," he told me, watching Tristin and Carmin laugh uncontrollably.

I covered my eyes. "I can't do this," I said with a shake of my head. "They're going so high," I commented.

"Brie, they love it," Troy assured me, wrapping an arm around me. "If they even looked scared, do you think I would let them keep going?" he asked me rhetorically. "They're like me, they like a rush," he said. Oh, yeah, that helps. Does this mean they'll run into a burning building next?

I thought I would push them a little, they would like it, yada yada, but not Troy. Troy is making them go higher than a one year old should, effectively giving me a heart attack. "I'm an expecting mother, my nervous system can't handle this," I rephrased.

"Then, turn around, our friends are here," Troy told me, turning me around himself.

I was turned just in time for Junior to smack into me, clearly happy to be at the park. "Oh, you big boy," I picked him up.

"Ant Gahi," he greeted with a huge hug. "Carma!" he squealed a moment later, his body wiggling to be set free.

"Oh, geez," Troy groaned, pushing our kids higher again.

I let Junior go and elbowed Troy. "He's two, Troy, leave it alone for once," I ordered.

"S'ing!" Junior pleaded, tugging on Troy's hand.

"You wanna swing?" Troy asked, picking him up.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Sharpay greeted, a newlywed/sex glow proudly written all over her face. "Sorry we're late," she apologized, her hands full of bags.

I nodded, hugging her. "I can see why," I replied, giving her a look.

"Hell yeah," she agreed, not denying it. "This being married stuff is awesome," she commented, making Troy and I laugh. "Did you find a picnic table yet?" she wondered.

I shook my head. "No, but we should before they all get taken, this place is packed today," I replied. "Babe, I'm gonna go with Sharpay and Zeke to find a picnic table," I told Troy as he pushed Zeke Junior as high as he pushed our kids.

He nodded, glancing at me. "Alright, bring Mickey, all these people around are making him nervous," he responded.

I went to the pole of the swing set and untied Mickey's leash. He wants to bark at everyone near me and the twins, but knows he shouldn't. He's very confused right now. "Come on, Mick," I said, scratching behind his ears.

Sharpay managed to find a jackpot, four big tables underneath an overhanging that weren't being used, nor were rented out, so we could have them. Of course, she went all Sharpay and ordered we clean off the place before setting anything up. She even brought cleaners and handy wipes. The girl thinks of everything. Then, I realized, she brought table clothes and everything we could possibly need to not get dirty. I let Mickey off his leash, but told him he couldn't leave our area, and if he did, he would be back on the leash and tied to a pole.

Zeke brought a ton of food, so Sharpay and I also began to pour chips into bowls and set some of the other foods out. I was already hungry seeing as soon as I was ready, Troy pushed me out of the door, so I didn't have time to eat. When Troy approached with Chad, Taylor, and the kids in tow, I was eating a sandwich and chips and potatoe salad. Zeke made everything this morning, apparently Troy called everyone up around nine or ten.

Troy silently sat behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. I'm sitting sideways on the bench, a leg on either side as I chow down. I REALLY want two or three of Troy's burgers. He kissed my open shoulder and buried his head in my neck. I'm wearing a pair of cut of jean short shorts and a white sleeveless top with thin straps and barely hits the top of my shorts and has black writing on the front. It also is a scoop neck kind of top. I wore it with a pair of black flip flops, leaving my hair curly. Troy had donned on a black t-shirt and tan baggy shorts that go past his knees along with sunglasses and black sneakers. His hair is in it's usual messy ways, and his face is scruffy a bit.

"What took you two so long?" I asked, only to have Chad and Taylor exchange a look. "Were we the only couple that didn't do anything naughty this morning?" I questioned, surprised.

Chad laughed. "It wasn't like that, Tay was puking her guts up for a while, we waited until her stomach calmed down to leave," he informed me.

Thank God I have barely any morning sickness this time around. I would say out of a regular week, I'll throw up three or four times, which is way better than the three of four times a day I went through last time. Conversation continued around us as our friends spoke to each other and I ate.

"Why are you so quiet?" I asked Troy, turning towards him as I spooned some potatoe salad into my mouth.

He shrugged. "Just... content is all, I guess," he replied, kissing my cheek. I turned backwards at the table, leaning against it, and was now facing most of my friends. Troy stayed next to me with his arms around me. A minute later, Troy pulled his phone out of his pocket. "It's Tommy," he told me before getting up.

I finished off my plate and drank the rest of my lemonade while Troy talked to Tommy. The twins were on the blanket in the middle of the tables, playing with a few toys Troy brought for them, and Junior, plus Chad, had joined them. I threw my plate away and went up behind Troy, wrapping my arms around his middle.

"Tommy's not comin'," he informed me, turning around in my arms. "He said that him and Kara fought last night when he got home from work and made up all night, and he intends on making up a few times today," he explained. I laughed. "I would rather him not do that near my children."

I got up on my tip toes and kissed him. "You look sad," I commented, looping my arms around his neck.

"I'm okay," he assured me, holding me closer.

"Is it because I won't let you tell Zeke you impregnated me on his wedding day?" I asked, making him half smile. Troy indeed 'did work' as he said on Zeke and Sharpay's wedding day, when Zeke should have been the one 'to do work' on that day. Troy's oddly proud of himself, and also wants to rub it in Zeke's face. I think it's a guy thing.

He shook his head. "Not really," he replied, resting his forehead on mine.

"Then what" I asked. "I don't like sad Troy, I like happy, horny Troy, bring him back," I ordered in a nice voice.

He chuckled. "I'll work on it," he promised. "It's just- I," he stopped. "I forgot to make you eat this morning before we left," he confessed.

"That's it? That's why you're sad?" I asked. "Why?" I questioned in an amused voice.

Troy led me away from our area and into the grass. Mickey followed us. He sat down in the grass, pulling me with him. He pet Mickey for a moment before speaking. "When you were pregnant with the twins, there was the day you didn't eat and passed out and I promised myself that wouldn't happen this time around-"

"Troy, you're forgetting a big part of that was stress because you were hurt," I reminded him. "Yeah, I didn't get a chance to eat when I woke up, but you knew Zeke was coming with food and I would have been able to eat as soon as he got here," I told him. "Plus, I didn't have morning sickness this morning, so I'm fine," I assured him.

Troy's hand rested on my thigh. "But, I'm supposed to take care of you, it's in the job description of being a husband and father," he responded.

"And, I love that you do. You're the best husband and father I could ever dream of, but I'm the pregnant one, I'm twenty five, I'm capable of taking care of myself, remember that," I told him.

He kissed me softly. "I like taking care of you," he whispered against my lips.

"Oh, baby, I have you completely whipped," I commented, making him pull away.

"Hey!" he exclaimed, tickling my sides. I laughed, falling back onto the grass. "I've been whipped since I was seventeen, I do not need you making fun of me for it, Bolton," he said, stopping his hands for a moment so I could catch my breath. "I get enough of it from my friends."

I laughed when he began tickling me again. "Stop!" I squealed, rolling away. He pulled me back and into his lap. I rested against his chest with my arms loosely wrapped around him, and listened to his heartbeat. "I love you," I mumbled.

"I love you too, babe," he responded, his arms tightening around me. "Always," he added on, making me smile.

"Incoming!" Chad yelled from our area right before our children plowed into us. Troy took most of the hit.

Troy smiled at Tristin and Carmin, tugging them into my lap. "I always get so abused around you two," he commented, rubbing their heads.

They laughed at him. "You know they love you," I replied, kissing their foreheads.

"Pway, Momma!" Tristin began to chant, pulling on my hand.

"I'm being beckoned away," I said in a sigh, dropping my head back to Troy's shoulder.

He kissed my temple. "You want me to go? I should, you're pregnant-"

"I can still play with my son," I insisted, standing up. I gave Carmin to Troy. "We'll be back," I said, letting Tristin pull me away towards the humongous wooden jungle gym. "You know, Tris," I commented over ten minutes later. "I do not fit on this thing."

Tristin's a little monkey, he loves climbing. It's a little big for him, and a bit too small for me. "Oh, he's so cute!" another teenage girl told me as they followed what I hoped was a little sister or brother or even a nephew or neice around.

Tristin didn't notice and merely tugged on my hand. "Momma!" he urged, attempting to pull me around some more.

"Thanks," I replied, following after my son.

We came upon a see through wall that Tristin apparently liked because he stopped to look out over the park. "Dadda!" he shouted a moment later, finding Troy even before I did. He was still in the grass where we left him with Carmin. He was swinging her around by her arms, making her laugh. Chad was there too, doing the same to Junior while Sharpay and Zeke made out and Taylor was eating. It was a moment later that a stampede of boys came through, accidentally running into Tristin, pushing him into he see-through wall a little.

He was shocked and didn't like it. I knew this because he looked up at me, then promptly burst into tears. I picked him up, making my way to the slide and got back on the ground. I brought him to the grown up swings and sat down. I went back and forth slowly, rubbing his back and telling him it was okay. When he calmed down, he continued to be good and was content in my arms. I swang a little higher to get a good breeze, plus I could tell Tristin enjoyed it.

"You!" I suddenly heard. I looked up to see Chad. He was pointing at me as he came closer. "You're pregnant?!" he stated.

I was surprised, then pissed when I realized Troy had already spilled the beans. "Brie," Troy came running up, Carmin no where in sight. "What happened?" he questioned, motioning to Tristin.

"Why did you already tell?" I demanded to know, ignoring him. I stood with Tristin in my arms. "It's only been four days!" I reminded him.

"It slipped out, I am excited about it, you know," he replied. "Can you tell my what happened to our son now?" he wondered.

I sighed. "Some boys accidentally knocked into him, he's fine," I finally answered. "I'm excited about it too, but I didn't blab!" I added.

Troy took Tristin from my arms. "You alright, buddy?" he asked him, overlooking his body.

"He wasn't beaten up, Troy, he was pushed into a wall," I informed him. "It probably didn't even hurt, he was just shocked it happened," I insisted. "Can we please get back to the fact that you have a big mouth?" I questioned.

"Chad was talkin' about how Taylor is miserable, and I said something about how you aren't this time around, and he has been my best friend for twenty five years, Brie," Troy told me. "He knows me too well to talk him out of thinking what he should have thought," he went on.

Huh? "I don't think that even made sense," I replied. "You told!" I accused.

"I won't tell," Chad spoke up. "Not even Tay, I swear," he promised.

I let out a breath. "You better not," I mumbled.

Chad smiled then attacked me with a hug. "You're pregnant! You're gonna have a boy too! Then, we can have a mini Chad and Troy so they can be best friends," he rambled on.

"Why does everyone insist on making our kids life out before they are even born?" I asked. "It could be a girl, Chaddy," I commented.

Chad shook his head. "Nuh-uh, it's boys, I can feel it." I knew Chad was scared as hell to be a father, and the fact that I am only about a month and a half behind Taylor helps him. Troy is going through the same thing he is right now, even if Troy has been through it before, it still helps Chad. Although I wanted to keep it a secret, telling Chad probably isn't the worst thing in the world.

"Since you told, I get to tell someone too," I told Troy as we walked back to our area where Sharpay, Zeke, Taylor, Junior, and Carmin still were.

Troy shrugged, linking a hand with mine. "Fine with me, I don't even want to keep it a secret," he agreed.

"I'm telling Vince tomorrow, at Felix's, but if I find out you've told one more person, this is the last baby we'll be having," I threatened.

Troy chuckled. "Yeah, keep trying that threat, let's see how it works out," he replied.

"Troy, I meant it!" I exclaimed.

"I'm sure you do," he replied, laughter still in his voice.

"Troy!"

So, there you go. Kinda filler-y, but I still like it. Just because I am adding sex scenes now, does not mean there will be one in every chapter, more like one every few chapters.

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-- Kayleigh