First of all, I am sorry this has taken so long. I wanted to get this out before my cruise, but unforseen circumstances made me not to.
This is taking so long because senior year is kicking my ass and I have a social life and I do need lots of sleep.
I started a new (short) story, please read it. Thank you.
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Named How Do You Sleep by the great John Lennon.
It has nothing to do with the story, not really, but I looove him and the title fit.
8.5 Months Pregnant
"Gabriella!" Troy startled me as I reached for something on the step stool. He held onto my hips. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" he demanded to know in a stern voice, one he uses when Tristin, Carmin, or Mickey do something wrong.
I knew I deserved the voice. "I'm sorry, I can't sleep, but I needed-"
"If you need anything up high, you should tell me," he insisted, setting me down on the ground.
"Even at three in the morning?" I questioned with my eyebrows raised.
He easily grabbed the box down I wanted from the top shelf. "No, at three in the morning you make yourself a snack, pee, and then come back to bed. This could have waited for the morning, you know," he told me as he followed me to the nursery. The twins were finally moved to their new room, and they love it. It has a little more room, big boy/girl beds, and a few new toys along with it. Hey, we had to butter them up somehow.
"It could have waited for you until the morning, for me it needs to be done now," I replied, sitting down on the ground with the help of a chair. "Why did you wake up anyways?" I wondered.
Troy sat down on the ground with me, sleep lacing his eyes as he yawned. "You weren't there," he mumbled.
"Babe, you spend half of your nights at a firehouse, shouldn't you be used to sleeping without me by now?" I asked, sorting the clothes into two laundry bins.
He shrugged. "My bed here and my bed there are different, it's like my body knows you are supposed to be here," he said. "What are we doing now?" he questioned.
"I am sorting through boy and girl clothes, you can go back to bed," I informed him. I've been meaning to get around to it, but the twins' naps aren't what they used to be and with finishing the school year up early and moving the twins, and taking care of the house, and actually carrying a baby, I never got around to it. Lola is due so soon and we have so much to do. My baby shower is this weekend, so we'll get almost everything we need that we don't already have.
Troy shook himself awake. "No, I'll stay up and help you," he held off a yawn.
I smiled softly at him while running a hand through his hair. "Baby, you look so tired. Go back to bed, I really don't mind." I kissed his forehead. "I understand you had a busy day," I insisted.
"Mm-mm, I'm gonna stay awake and spend time with my wife seeing as you're busier than Santa in December about now," he commented.
"Troy, we are Santa in December," I reminded him as I continued to sort clothes quickly.
He nodded a little. "I know, we're busy," he agreed.
"Besides, I'll be done being busy after tomorrow, technically. Once we get everything for the baby I'll calm down, promise," I told him.
"Good, you need re-est," he yawned.
I laughed a little. "Troy, babe, I think you are the one who needs rest," I said.
He slowly fell to the side on the floor with a bunch of boy baby clothes underneath his head. "Nope, I'm awake, keep talking to me," he replied.
Instead of speaking I began to lightly rub his back with one hand while the other went through more clothes. We have so many baby clothes and we'll be getting more of that tomorrow (it is three in the morning, so technically the baby shower is tomorrow), along with bibs, binks, toys, blankets, trinkets and whatnot. Troy and I already went and stocked up on diapers the other day and other necessities Lola will need, like formula. I'm going to breast feed again, but again, it will not last long. I literally breast fed Carmin and Tristin for six days. I was done after that, it hurt so much. I was always leaking, uh-uh, I am not that kind of mother, and I wish I was, but I'm not.
When I looked down at Troy I could tell by his face he was asleep. He got another haircut recently, but it wasn't much shorter than before, and since he hasn't shaved in days, he has a lot of stubble. Today, however, that will be leaving. When he sleeps though, he looks seventeen again except for the hair. I grabbed the blanket off the rocking chair and draped it over him. He needs the sleep.
"Brie?" Troy called out later in the morning.
I turned off the water in the kitchen. "Yeah, babe?" I responded loudly.
He appeared in the kitchen doorway with a hand around his neck. "Have I been asleep on the nursery floor since three in the morning?" he questioned.
I dried off my hands with a smile. "Uh-huh," I answered before going over to kiss him.
"Where the hell do you get all this energy?" he asked, pushing hair behind my ears. "You're almost nine months pregnant, have to deal with two toddlers all day, and you just finished smashing one semester of college into a few short months," he reminded him.
I shrugged. "I dunno, I think it's from lack of sleep," I guessed. "I just- I get in bed, then she moves around and kicks and then I gotta pee, then I can't sleep, and then I'm hungry, then I remember I have to do something, then I don't go back to bed until I do it," I listed off.
"You're gonna crash one of these days, you know that?" he said, pouring himself a cup of coffee.
I sipped my tea I like now because apparently Lola does. Unfortunately, I am not allowed to drink coffee. "Yep, but for now I am getting things done," I responded.
"What are the twins doing?" he wondered, drinking his coffee black. He isn't the biggest coffee drinker, but when he does he is too lazy to add anything. I, on the other hand, put in sugar, cream, everything. I pointed to the living room. They are on the ground, eating a snack, both leaning against the sides of Mickey, watching TV. "What did you do to make them so... calm?" he questioned, amazed.
"Other than be my supermom self? I let them play with Mickey all morning, all three are tired," I informed him. "I think they laughed so much they will take a long nap, but we won't let that happen because I will not stay awake tonight with two cranky one year olds," I mentioned.
Troy shook his head. "I would be staying up with them tonight, you will be sleeping, I guarantee it," he stated.
"I don't doubt you, babe, I am merely saying that for now I am running on fumes and until I pass out, I have stuff to do so you are on twin duty," I told him.
"Cool with me, just let me shower," he replied.
"Alright, but go now before they notice you down here," I suggested. Troy kissed my forehead then literally ran upstairs. "And shave!" I yelled after him, but only heard his laughter in response. He needed to make a speedy getaway. Once Mom or Dad is seen and it's been a while since seeing them it is impossible to get out of their grip. Like, if they spend a lot of time with Troy because they go out together when they get back they follow me around like shadows. When they spend a lot of time with me (like, everyday) and Troy gets home they become attached to his hip.
Later, I continued to scowl at Troy's back. "Brie, get over it," he spoke up while playing with Carmin and Tristin.
"I can't! I told you to shave it," I whined.
"For once in my life, I can grow a beard, let me do it," he insisted.
I frowned. "It itches," I mumbled.
"At first, now it's soft, feel it," he urged, grabbing my hand. I wiggled it free before he could make me. He fell back so his head was on my leg. I'm folding clothes. I finished cleaning upstairs; the few things I had to do in the nursery, and got everything we stored away for another baby back out. The baby tub, more clothes I remembered we had, and extra baby toys I forgot about are just a few examples. I also cleaned down here quickly. For some reason during the end of this pregnancy, I want everything clean so the downstairs was already pretty clean.
"We are not having sex until you shave it," I informed him.
"I got a good two months before then," he breathed with a hand on my stomach.
I lowered my eyes. "What if I wanna have sex tonight? I am in the horny trimester you know," I reminded him.
"Please, you are so-"
"Troy Alexander Bolton, if you even call me fat..." I trailed off. Tristin turned to me, hearing more than half of his name. "Oh, baby, not you," I assured him with a nod and a smile. He smiled back before turning back to his toy.
Troy shook his head. "Look at you, accusing our son- ow!" he laughed when I hit him. "I would never call you fat, especially since you aren't. You're just pregnant is all," he went on. "What I was trying to say is that you are so tired we won't be able to have sex until after you have Lola, and then you'll be bleeding," he reminded me.
"Oh, I hate that part. I have to wear, like, an adult diaper," I shuddered. Troy chuckled. "Please shave," I pleaded softly while running a hand through his hair.
"Mm, maybe in two months when we're able to have sex and you can actually hold it over my head," he tried to compromise.
I groaned. I would tell him that once he shaves, Lola probably won't recognize him, but that would only make him say he'd never shave it. I really hate that damn beard/mustache/whatever the hell it is. "Sure," I sighed.
Troy's phone went off in his pocket, so he quickly dug for it. "Hello?" he answered, and then I zoned out as I watched the twins, folded clothes, and fought my tired eyes to stay open. "Chad's coming over," he informed me, breaking my trance.
"Why?" I almost-yawned.
"Taylor has to go into work to take care of something before she goes back and he doesn't want to be alone with Abby yet," he explained. Chad and Taylor's daughter was born two weeks ago after a four hour labor. They named her Abigail Victoria Danforth, Abby for short. She is so adorable, Tristin loves looking at her and saying 'baby.' Taylor is staying home with her until school is out, and then Chad will be home to take care of her. They aren't sure what they are going to do during the school year yet. Taylor wants to stay home, but knows staying home with a baby all day would only make her angry because she literally needs something else to do. It is just in her nature. They'll probably do the same daycare facility Sharpay does.
I nodded. "Alright," I agreed. I muffled a yawn.
"Babe, go to bed, Chad and I can handle the kids," he assured me.
I shook my head. "Not yet, I still have to go buy-"
"You are not driving," Troy cut me off. "You're too pregnant, very tired, and nothing can be so urgent you need it now," he insisted. I opened my mouth. "Brie, do not fight me on this, please," he said.
I took in a breath. "Fine," I muttered.
"The baby shower is tomorrow at Belle's house, what could we possibly need anyways?" he asked. "We don't need to stock up on food, the twins are fine, we don't know what we are getting tomorrow, the house is clean," he went on. "Er than normal, actually. The house is cleaner because you went all pregnant on it," he continued.
I couldn't help but nod. That's true. "I just feel like we have no time," I admitted. "I'm having Braxton Hicks, Dr. Hastings said I was dilated a fingertip so I am most likely going into labor early and," I stopped. "I'm just stressing."
Troy sat up and leaned against the couch with me. "You don't have to," he told me while wrapping an arm around my shoulders. "The nursery is ready, the house is ready, the baby shower is tomorrow then we'll have practically everything we need, our moms are coming to town late next week, you have me, your siblings, our friends, everything is how it should be," he said.
I rested my head on his shoulder. "I'm worried about Tristin and Carmin too," I confessed. "How are they going to be when the baby comes? Are they going to like her? Are they going to hate her? Will they be okay with less attention?" I listed off.
"They'll love her," he instantly told her. "They'll need to adjust, we all will, but we'll be fine. To be honest, a little less attention for them, especially Carmin won't be the worst thing in the world. They won't be the center of attention anymore, which I'm sure they won't like, but they'll get used to it. If we give Carmin anymore attention she'll turn into Sharpay," he stated. I laughed against his shoulder. "You know Tristin is excited, he'll be so happy having another little sister around he'll want to hold her and help, it is really just Carmin," he went on. "But, we'll make it work," he insisted.
"We're not bad parents, huh?" I breathed, falling asleep and he knew it.
"No, we're not. You are such an amazing mom, Brie, I feel like I have to keep up with you sometimes," he admitted.
I smiled. "We're both amazing, just admit it," I teased tiredly.
He laughed. "Alright, if you're making me. We're both amazing together," he said. That was the last thing I remember before finally falling asleep.
-xoxo-
The next afternoon was my baby shower, finally. I think Carmin is more excited than I am. Of course, she is getting a lot of attention and to help get her excited she is helping me open presents. Because she is so lovable, she got a few presents as well. It consists of all my friends, my sisters, my brother's girlfriends, and a few relatives that came in to town. Adrianna and Brandi are here; along with my grandmother (they drove her here and are regretting it). A few of my aunts came as well, but are mostly snooping around my sister's house.
All of the guys are doing something else. I know Troy, Zeke, Chad, and Tommy all went with Tristin and Junior to the batting range. Kris and Ben are doing something together with their sons and my brothers are bonding at Felix's house with Finn. Kris and Ben are, like, best friends since they always get thrown together at family occasions because Serena and Belle are so close.
"Okay, okay, my turn!" Adrianna pushed one of my aunts away jokingly. "This is my favorite cousin, you know," she stated while hugging me.
I barely got to say hello to her when she got here, I keep getting moved around by Belle to see people and stuff. People say I am like my mother, but I think Belle is giving me a run for my money. "It's so good to see you," I told her. "Okay, give me pictures of the wedding, I feel horrible for missing it," I insisted.
She pulled a white envelope out of her back pocket. "I understand, Gab, don't worry about it," she said. She got married last month but I couldn't make it because Troy didn't want me to drive by myself for hours by because he couldn't take off work since the baby is due soon and he'll be taking off work for that. And, none of my friends could make the trip with me, not even family, we're all busy. We hardly see Marcus anymore because of Delilah and the new shop opening in West Albuquerque. "I can't believe how small you are," she gushed.
"Oh, please, don't flatter me," I breathed, moving hair out of my face.
"Gabi, do you remember being pregnant with Carmin and Tristin? This is small, believe me, you look so small besides right here," she touched my belly. "Did you name her?"
I nodded. "But we aren't telling anyone," I answered. She looked down with a frown. "Alright, but just because I missed your wedding and you won't be here for the birth, I'll tell you. You can't even tell Brandi though," I informed her.
"I won't!" she promised. I quickly and quietly told her Lola Grace. "Oh, that's so cute!" she exclaimed. "Ricky and I are going to name all our kids with Spanish names, he's even trying to teach me Spanish," she told me. "I told her all of our parents tried, but hardly any of us picked up on it besides Serena who is very bilingual," she went on. Ricardo AKA Ricky is her new husband. She is the only one who found a Mexican to marry and our grandparents are so proud. Hey, I saw the pictures, I'd try to marry him too, he's really, really, really hott. Um, I mean, yeah, I love Troy.
I'm glad she's happy. "So you like married life?" I asked.
"Hell yes," she stated. I tried to refrain from laughing because then I'd have to pee. "I know you told me when we got married it would feel so different being with him, but I really didn't believe you. We had already lived together for a little while, how different could it get? But, damn," she swore. I smiled. Yes, the newlywed part of being married is a lot of fun. "I think my vagina is happy for the rest," she admitted bluntly.
At this, I couldn't help but laugh out loud heartily. I had to pee after that. As soon as I was finished, I had to go back to opening presents.
I didn't expect so many because I'm only having one, but I have a very gracious family. We got so many clothes I knew we wouldn't need to buy more. We got more diapers, wipes, bibs, and binks. We got some more baby toys like teething rings and light up gadgets that would catch her eye easily. We got another pack in play which will be handy because we usually keep one up downstairs and once she gets too big for our bassinet we'll keep one in our room, and have an extra for when we go out. One thing that I really appreciated is the money we received to do what we want with it for the baby, of course. After I knew we had everything we could need, at least for the first few weeks, I felt a lot better. Our mom's haven't even given us stuff yet and we knew they would the minute they got into town.
Afterwards, I couldn't stop hugging my sister's. They organized this whole thing for me. "Thank you guys so much," I kept saying.
"Gabi, you organized our joint baby shower, this is the least we could do," Belle reminded me, holding her newest in her arms, Noah. He and Cruz are about three months old right now. I know Serena is done with babies, but Belle still isn't sure and I can't believe her. How many kids can she want?
I hugged them again. "You're the best sister's ever," I whispered in their ears.
"Don't worry about it, Ben and Kris are cleaning up this mess, not us," Serena assured me.
I laughed. "Did you ever think back when you two hated each other and I was going through a bad bout of puberty that we would end up like this?" I questioned.
"I'll answer that!" Serena volunteered. "Hell no," she stated.
We all laughed this time. "It's weird, being the parents. I still feel like a teenager. Well, except for this," I rubbed my belly.
"Tell me about it, Tara is growing so fast," Serena whined with a hand over my eyes. "At least I can help her with her homework now, soon she'll be doing stuff like long division and I'll be totally lost," she said, making us laugh a little.
"Just send her to Gabi's house, that is what I am gonna do," Bella commented after sipping her drink.
"Hey!" I objected. "I'll have homework of my own to deal with because I have kids too. Granted, I may not have as many, but eventually I will have had a good amount. Troy wants five, and then I am going back to work," I reminded them.
Belle smiled. "Do you miss work?" she wondered.
I nodded. "Yeah, but being with my kids right now is more important to me," I answered. "My job can wait, especially while I am getting my master's degree. Going to school is fun, even if I am pregnant. Troy was right when he said I need something for myself while I keep poppin' out these kids," I went on.
"I would have killed Kris by now if it wasn't for work. Sometimes you just need to get away, you know? But, it's different for us since I have such a flexible work schedule and him working at home. I mean, I am the boss with a work room at home, I can do what I want," Serena told us.
"Ben works a lot, so when I see him I just wanna-"
"Have sex?" Serena and I both finished for her, and then laughed heartily.
Belle half-glared. "No!" she laughed a little as well. "Well, yeah, sometimes, but no," she corrected. "Anyways, when he is home all I wanna do is spend time with him, especially the kids. I'm glad the boys are spending time with him today," she cooed.
"You are such an ooey gooey mom," Serena stated.
I nodded. "It's kind of gross," I agreed.
"You're mean," Belle frowned.
"She's pregnant, she's allowed," Serena said for me.
"Ugh, I can't wait to give birth," I mentioned with a hand on my stomach. Both of my sister's gave me an odd look. "Okay, what I meant was I am excited to not be pregnant anymore. This pregnancy has been so easy and quick, but I'm done. I just want her to be here so I can stop worrying about that and worry about something else," I told them.
Belle smiled at me. "That sounds better. Birth is not fun," she insisted.
"Then why do you do it so much?" I teased.
"I'm done with you two," she stated as the door opened and Carmin squealed so I knew it was Troy. That made me smile.
I made my way through the now small crowd seeing as a lot of people left. "Tristin!" I exclaimed, picking him up. He's so heavy. "Did you miss me?" I asked him.
He nodded. "Mommy!" he squeaked, then wrapped his arms around my neck in a hug.
"I missed you too!" I heard next to me along with puckering lips.
"Tommy!" Troy pushed him away as his friend laughed.
I smiled, but stopped myself from laughing. "Hey, Bolton," I greeted him.
He kissed me. "How did we do?" he questioned.
"Got everything we need and more," I answered.
He smiled. "Nice work," he congratulated while rubbing my belly and kissed me again.
Later that night I sat with the twins on their new bedroom floor. "Okay, a few more," I insisted while they nodded. "Then bed," I stated.
They nodded. "Dad!" Tristin laughed when Troy came into the room.
Troy rubbed his head as he sat down next to me. "Shouldn't you two be in your new big beds by now?" he wondered while tickling Carmin's feet.
"Momma is keeping them awake for her own amusement," I informed him. "Watch this," I urged. "Okay, where is your head?" I asked them. They both touched their heads. "Good job, where are your feet?" I questioned, making them lunge for their feet to see who could get there first. I laughed, as did Troy. "Great job, guys. Now, who is Troy?" I wondered.
"Dadda!" they both yelled.
"Who is Gabriella?" Troy chimed in.
"Momma!" they told us.
I smiled big. "That is exactly who I am. What sound does a cow make?" I asked them.
"Mooooo!" they began to repeat over and over again.
I clapped a little. "What about a kitty?" I questioned.
"Meeeow," Carmin maowed like a cat, but Tristin crinkled his nose.
"What's up, buddy?" Troy asked, messing up his hair a little.
"Kitty mean!" he stated, making Troy laugh.
"Alright then, what does a dog make?" I questioned.
Tristin smiled. "Mickey! Buufff!" he burst out.
"It's ruff, not buff!" I laughed. "Alright, time for bed, babies," I said. Troy stood up to help me up. We then put the twins in their new beds. I sang a little, Troy spoke a little, and they went out pretty easily.
I opened me and Troy's bedroom door and immediately started taking off my sweatshirt, then my shirt, leaving me in a cami. I also took off my pants, leaving me in comfy underwear. "Geez, you gonna give me a show?" Troy asked as I crawled into bed.
"Ugh, I am so hot; I would open the balcony doors if it wasn't already so hot outside. I would turn up the AC if the twins wouldn't be affected. I would take a cold shower if I wasn't worried it would be somehow be bad for the baby. This is all I can do, so enjoy it if you want," I responded.
Troy chuckled and crawled into bed with me. "So you teach the kids every day now?" he asked, laid next to me, but not touching me because it would only make me hotter.
"Mm, sometimes, just small stuff. I'm gonna work on reading once Lola is a few months old. I am an English teacher and while I may not exactly be pre-school or kindergarten certified, I can try," I stated.
"I miss so much while I am at work," he sighed, looking up at the ceiling.
"As much as I would love- okay, I won't lie, I would never want to be a firefighter, but I would go to work a few days of the week if it meant you could stay with the twins, but it won't do anything," I told him. "They love you Troy, whether you are home every day, or they are screaming for you when you walk through the door. You know you love when they do it," I insisted.
Troy smiled. "I do," he agreed. "Carmin won't stop petting my face, either," he mumbled. "She called it Minnie. I do not feel like that devil cat," he stated.
I laughed. "Oh, Troy, the only one who likes your beard is you, get over it," I breathed.
"Are you worried about giving birth?" Troy questioned, wrapping an arm around me.
I let out a breath. "Sort of. I know it will hurt, I know how it will go, but I am still worried because I know how much it will hurt. But, I also know that it won't he as horrible as I thought it would once be and I will make it through. I'm more anxious and nervous and excited," I explained. "You heard Dr. Hastings earlier this week, any day now she could come because I'm already dilating," I reminded him.
"You have to call me right away if I'm not here, Brie, I mean it. I don't care if you somehow know I am out on a job, you call anyways," he demanded.
I nodded. "Yes, sir," I agreed. "Trust me, Troy, you're the one I'll want there more than anyone else," I said.
He kissed my cheek. "Good."
-xoxo-
Two days later I held back tears. I don't hate him, I don't hate him, I can't hate him, but my God I cannot take this anymore.
It's been seven hours. Seven hours of labor with no epidural. It's the middle of the night, so no one is here. My mom is on a plane right now, Troy's mom and my dad will be in the morning, and the only one here with me is Troy and I want to hate him, but I can't. That hasn't stopped me from mangling his hand and cursing him out from time to time.
"This is payback," I sniffled. "Payback for putting my mother through this. Its karma, I swear," I carried on.
Troy smoothed down my hair that is up in a messy, sweaty bun. "This won't be forever, Brie-"
"Oh, shut up," I pleaded softly. "This pregnancy was just too easy, it had to end like this," I insisted. Troy stayed quiet. "Well, you can say something, just don't try to make me feel better because it won't do any good," I told him.
"There is nothing I can say, I hate seeing you like this but nothing I say to make anything better," he informed me. "It's just making you angrier," he said.
"Fine, then, just stop talking," I spit out. He sighed and sat down next to me.
He quickly sat up again. "Uh, Brie-" before he could finish a contraction ripped through my body. I literally let out a cry and squeezed his hand so tightly it could have broken a bone, but I really didn't care at the moment. He counted to ten as the contraction came and went.
"I can do this anymore, Troy, I can't," I whined, refusing to cry, but I was about to loose that battle.
Troy kissed my forehead softly and whispered that he loved me. I couldn't scold him for that. "How are you doing, Gabi?" Dr. Hastings came in right after.
I groaned and let my head fall back to the bed. "Not well," Troy answered for us.
"I would assume so. She hasn't killed you yet, that is a good sign," she mentioned. "Okay, Gabi, we'll check your cervix. You were almost ready for an epidural last time I checked. Becca checked you last, but not much had changed," she reminded me.
I prayed I was dilated enough. "Oh, please," I mumbled to myself.
"I'll call Dr. Annuli," Dr. Hastings stated. "You right on the perimeter of getting it, any less and I would say no, but right now you are good," she informed me.
"Thank God," I breathed, almost happy. I'll be happy when Lola is out.
Twenty minutes later I had my epidural in and it was barely starting to kick in, but the fact that it was in helped me. "So, the fact that this birth is a lot like your birth and she is a girl is reassuring me I am going to get my little Gabriella," Troy commented.
"I don't care if she looks like the mailman, I want her out," I grumbled.
"Hey!" Troy laughed. "Wait, our mailperson is a woman," he said.
"Who cares?" I asked, completely exhausted.
Troy rubbed my head and held my hand. "You heard the nurse, get some rest, you're having Lola today," he insisted. It's two in the morning; she will be coming today, thank God.
"Don't gloat," I ordered with my eyes already closing.
"Never," he murmured while he kissed my forehead again.
I smiled before falling asleep, finally. Today is May fourteenth; of course she would come on Troy's favorite number of the month.
When I woke in the morning I was almost nine centimeters dilated. I was happy it was almost over. I slept like the dead too, I didn't feel anything. Troy was asleep on the very small couch next to me when I did wake up. I told the nurse not to wake him up just yet. However, he woke up when I practically screamed.
"Mami!" My mom strode over to me with a smile as Troy fell off the couch.
"Oh, bebè," she said into my shoulder. "You held out for me, huh?" she questioned.
I was just happy to see her. "I love you, Mami, but I would have had her earlier if I could," I admitted.
"I feel like I slept for ten minutes," Troy groaned, sitting down on the chair next to me.
My mom smiled at him. "It doesn't matter how much you slept, it matters how much my daughter slept and how my granddaughter is doing," she stated.
"Of course," Troy agreed. "Hi, Mom," he greeted, standing up to hug her.
She hugged him back. "I'm sure you've been doing perfectly, Troy, you always do with Gabriella," she assured him.
"He has," I spoke up, holding his hand. "I'm glad you're here, Mami," I confessed.
She couldn't help but give me a big smile. "I'm glad I'm here," she said. "Troy, I got a call from your mom, they're going to be landing..." she trailed off and looked at her watch."Right now, actually," she told us. "I've been told to tell you to keep her in, but I know you have almost nothing to do with it," she added.
"I'll try anyways," I replied. Lucy wasn't here last time; I want her to be here this time. My dad too.
My nurse came in and my mom began to instantly grill her, but in a nice way. "So, how long have you been awake?" Troy wondered.
"Like, an hour, but you needed sleep," I admitted. "I told Becca not to wake you up. I slept like the dead, but I know you didn't," I went on. "You need sleep as much as I do," I insisted.
He kissed my lips. "I'm just glad you're feeling better... for now," he told me. I shrugged and rubbed his face. "I know, you still don't like it," he sighed.
"I never will," I agreed with a small smile. "But Carmin's right, it feels like Minnie," I whispered.
He laughed. "Where are the twins anyways?" he questioned towards my mom.
"On their way. I got a rental car and called your brother, he's on his way with Allie as we speak," Mami informed us. Lucas actually volunteered to take the twins for the night. They couldn't sleep here and I know Felix, Serena, and Belle are tired enough with their kids; Lucas was the next best bet. He and Allie live together now, so I knew she was there to help. Marcus hasn't moved in with Delilah yet. I think they'll get engaged before they move in, just my opinion.
"They won't be able to be here when I am giving birth," I stated the obvious.
My mom gave me a mom look I didn't like. I know those looks, I give them now. "They won't be, Mija, they'll be with me in the waiting room," she assured me. "Don't worry; your mother is here to handle it all. Two weeks earlier than expected, but I'm here," she said. I love having my mom here.
Two hours later when cries (other than mine) filled the room, relief, joy, and happiness filled me. I collapsed against the hospital bed. Unlike last time, they wiped her off a little, and then put her in my arms. She was icky red and slightly blue, but I didn't care. Of course, she continued to cry, but again, I didn't care. She is my baby, and even if she caused me so much pain over the last who knows how many hours (fifteen to be exact), I'll love her forever. Happy tears were in my eyes, threatening to fall down my face.
"Finally," Troy murmured with a kiss to my forehead and a hand underneath her so he could hold her with me.
"Tell me about it," I whispered.
A few minutes later, she was taken to be washed and checked over. I had to deal with afterbirth quickly, but honestly, I barely felt it. Lola was bigger than the twins, let's just say I ripped. I'm asking for extra stitches. At least this time all our parents were here to meet her today. Now, if I could just get, like, twelve hours of sleep, it would be perfect.
Kind of a weird ending, but this 'meeting' would be the same as them meeting Tristin and Carmin. Also, the birth would have been about the same as well, so I skipped over it. My bad
I am so sorry this took so long. I think this chapter sucks, which is why it took so long. I restarted it a hundred times, no lie.
The next chapter should be out soonish because an AWESOME storyline is coming up. I can't wait to write it.
Review please, be harsh if you would like. I know it is horrible.
- Kayleigh