Thanks for the reviews. I am so sorry that chapter took so long.
So this isn't my new storyline exactly. This is just a part of normal human life women go through, and I trying to keep this realistic. Besides, I can't skip, like, five months to where I want to with a new baby around.
But, the storyline is starting and I am SO excited!
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A little less than a month later.
Named Teenage Dream by Katy Perry.
(I've stopped putting the lyrics in. Senioritis has been kicking in.)
I held Lola in a cradle in my arms, trying to put a binkie in her mouth. She didn't want it, and showed me exactly that as she spit it out and continued to wail.
All she does is wail and whine and cry. Honestly, I haven't gotten any sleep in over a week. Before, I got a little when my mom was around, when Troy's mom was around, but now? No. Troy works. Troy needs sleep to function at work. He tries to help, but no matter what anyone does, she cries. It's horrible. A part of me wonders if she doesn't like me, but she cries with Troy too. She cries less loudly with me maybe that is a good thing? Carmin literally hates her. Tristin wants to help, but nothing helps. The only time I spend actual time with them is when Lola actually sleeps, so I never get sleep.
"What's wrong?" I whined myself, bouncing her a little. My mom told me she may be colic-y, and if she is, there is nothing I can do except try and sooth her, bouncing her like usual will only make her scream louder. She would know, after all, she had worries one of us had it when we were babies. She helped so much when she was here that I wish she still was. I don't think Lola would have colic this young, though.
I sat down in the arm chair and did anything I could to calm her down. She wasn't hungry; I fed her an hour ago. She didn't need changed, I changed her fifteen minutes ago. She doesn't want put down, she screams louder. I've tried changing her clothes, changing binks, anything.
Eventually, as she cried herself to sleep, headlights flashed through the living room. If I kept her upstairs, she would wake up the twins, so I am downstairs. She has woken them up before.
It was a few minutes before Troy came in through the front door. I yawned when he saw me. "Did you get any sleep, Brie?" he questioned, sitting on the arm of the chair.
"Mm, no," I answered honestly, looking down at my baby doppelganger. She has dark curly hair, brown eyes, and skin closer to mine than Troy's. She has my features, she looks like both of her parents could be Mexican like mine are, and not just one parent is. Troy loves looking at her, as do I, I just wish she would sleep or calm down at least.
Troy reached out and held her hand. Her cries had slowed and became quieter as she tired herself out. I've realized all I can do is try to sooth her, but she'll cry herself to sleep eventually. Its heart breaking, what is so wrong that she cries all the time? I wish there was something I could do, anything. I would do anything to make her feel better.
"It'll get better, babe. As she gets older, it'll get easier," he assured me. "Some babies are just hard," he stated.
I let out a small bubble of laughter. "She'll be a baby until she is one, Troy. Can you go through this for a year? I can't. It hurts too much. It hurts me, you, her, the twins," I listed off.
"I didn't mean literally a baby. As she gets to be a few months old, it'll get better," he insisted.
I shook my head. I stayed still as she whined into her sleep. She's been crying for two hours, minus the ten minutes I fed her and she was actually happy. The only time she doesn't cry is when she is being fed and when she is sleeping. I blinked, trying to keep my eyes open. "I can't believe it's six in the morning," I whispered.
"You can sleep today. I'll deal with the kids," he told me.
"No, one of us needs to deal with Lola, the other with the twins. I am sick of them playing by themselves or tugging on my leg, pleading for me to play with them. I hate it," I replied. "They need attention, Troy, maybe less than they needed, but they need something," I went on. I slowly stood up and put her in the pack and play next to the couch. It has a baby shelf on top; I forget what it is called. She moved a little, but continued to sleep.
I turned around and hugged Troy, not caring that he smelled like smoke. "I'm sorry, baby, I'm sorry this is so hard," he apologized.
We walked away from her and into the kitchen part of the house. "It's not your fault she-she," I stopped.
"Don't go there, Brie, I won't let you," he said sternly. "She doesn't hate you, she couldn't. She loves you, she is your daughter, she looks exactly like you," he told me. "She's just... a bad baby. She needs a lot of attention, more than we thought we would need to give. Things will get better," he went on.
I bit my lip and continued to blink. "Yeah, ok," I agreed quietly.
"Go to bed, I'll stay on the couch. The twins won't be awake for few more hours. I'll wake you up later," he instructed.
I hesitated. "If she-"
"She's my daughter too," he reminded me. "I can take care of her. Go to bed, please. You need it," he said.
I kissed his cheek and slowly went up the steps. I checked on the twins who were sleeping peacefully, then literally collapsed onto bed for a much needed rest.
"Momma? Momma! Momma!" Tristin chanted, looking for me.
I came out from behind the wall in the living room. "I'm right here, baby," I assured him, bending down to his height. "Can I have a kiss?" I asked him, cupping his chubby cheek. He puckered his lips and 'muah'ed when our lips touched. I smiled. I'm the only one he willingly gives kisses to. Me and Grandma, actually. They call Troy's mom Nana now. Carmin came over with her beloved doll, Kate, in her arms. She acts like she is an actual baby, copying what I do to Lola on Kate. "Are you guys ready?" I asked, walking over to the door and opened it for them to file out.
In the house, they can hear Lola crying upstairs with Troy. We decided that I'll play with the twins in the afternoon, and then he'll get them at night while I get the fun job of bathing Lola and changing her and feeding her and everything. While we played outside, Carmin never left more than five feet of me. She was always on my lap, or sitting next to me, or showing me something she considered amazing. Tristin was practically the same, but I had to constantly remind him not to dig in the flower bed, or play with bugs, or try to jump in the pool. Tristin loves the pool; Carmin is semi-scared of the water.
"Tristin Alexander!" I scolded, glaring at him all the way across the backyard. "Get over here now," I ordered, pointing in front of me, next to Carmin.
Carmin was startled. She had been showing me a particularly high pile of grass she ripped from the yard when I noticed Tristin got away from me. "Momma?" she questioned, confused.
I kissed her head. "You're fine, Carma-Lu," I promised, rubbing her back.
Tristin came over to me with his head dropped. They may be only almost two years old, but I worked with them everyday until Lola was born, they're smart for their age. They're in big beds, well on their way to being potty trained, answer yes and no questions like champs, Tristin knows when to yell goal when a game is on (Troy is very fond of that talent), and Carmin loves singing. She mimics me or the radio or the TV, whatever she hears, and she is quite good at it. Tristin knew he had done wrong. The pool is off limits unless Troy or I are with them.
I picked his head up by his chin. "No pool, you know that. No pool," I repeated.
"Play," he sniffled.
I helped him into my lap. "We are playing and your dad will play with you in the pool this weekend," I assured him.
"Hello?" I heard someone walking up the side of our house. I knew the voice, but I didn't know which one of them it was.
Lucas appeared in basketball shorts and a white t-shirt with male flip flops on. "Hey," I greeted my big brother. I didn't know if it was Marc or Luke at first. "It's Uncle Lucas!" I exclaimed. Tristin and Carmin didn't know which twin he was either.
They quickly hugged him. "Play, play," Tristin insisted, pulling on his hand.
"Tristin, no pool," I stated. He frowned.
Lucas chuckled and sat down next to me. "Hey, sis," he replied with Tristin crawling into his lap.
"Did Mami call you?" I questioned, lowering my eyes at him.
"Papi actually, but I should have stopped by anyways," he answered honestly. I nodded. "How are things?" he asked.
I let out a breath. "I have a baby who hates everyone and everything. I have two toddlers who want me to play with them, but I hardly can. I have a husband I barely see. I'm still bleeding from birth, but I've lost almost twenty pounds from stress and running around, so I guess that is good," I listed off.
"I think Mommy needs a hug, wanna give her one?" Lucas asked my kids.
They both held onto me for a few moments. "Oh, thank you," I said with a kiss from Carmin. Carmin will give a kiss to anyone who wants one.
"Things will get better, Gabi. I know this is hard, but if Mami could do it, you definitely can," he reassured me.
A laugh bubbled out over my lips. "Mami was a super Mom, the best Mom in the world, I-"
"You are still a relatively new mother. Lola cries a lot, so? Do you have any idea how much you cried? Marc and I hated you until you were two," he reminded me.
"You don't remember hating me; you weren't even one when I was born. You just know everyone tells you we hated each other," I insisted.
He wrapped an arm around my shoulders. "Not the point, I remember hating you when I was three," he joked.
I leaned into my brother as he hugged me. "Do you ever miss high school?" I wondered.
"Hell no," he stated. I laughed. "College, now that I do miss," he said. "You?"
"I don't necessarily miss it either, but I miss being care free some times. I don't think you get it though, because you're still not married with no kids and all that," I told him.
Lucas nodded. "Yeah, but I may have had ulterior motives for coming here," he admitted.
"What?" I asked, bouncing my leg so Carmin laughed and was entertained.
He moved Tristin off half of his leg and produced a box. I gasped. "Yes. I wanna do it," he answered my unasked question.
"Lemme see!" I exclaimed as he opened it. "Oh, it's pretty!" I squealed like a girl. It was a silver band with a decent-sized square cut diamond.
"I already have it payed off. I've had it since September," he confessed.
I gasped again. "And you didn't tell anyone?" I questioned.
"Well, I told Marc and a few close friends. The thing is Gabi," he began. "Marc wants to marry Delilah too and we've been talking about getting married-"
"No," I denied him already. "Allie and Delilah will not agree to a joint wedding, Luke. Delilah might, Allie definitely won't," I said.
Lucas nodded. "I already came to that conclusion, but I'm going to work on it," he stated.
I smiled. "Whatever you think is best, but she won't agree to it," I insisted.
"You may think that, little sister, but I have something in my arsenal you do not," he reminded me. I raised my eyebrows. "A penis and you would be surprised by how much-"
"Ewe!" I cut him off. "Kids who repeat everything are sitting right in our laps!" I exclaimed. "And I so not want to hear about you and Allie...getting it on. Plus, let me remind you, 'getting it on' leads to that crying baby upstairs," I sighed.
Lucas shook his head. "Gabi, you had to realize that in having kids, you would have a screaming baby," he laughed.
"Yes, but Lola has some pipes on her, trust me," I mumbled. "Stop acting like being a parent is easy! You wouldn't know! We've been sitting here for five minutes and these kids can't sit still, look at them," I ordered, making both Tristin and Carmin look over at me, then continue to move around. "I can't wait until you have kids, I'm going to come over just to watch you squirm," I stated.
"You're mean," he replied with a frown, I rolled my eyes at him. "You want me to stay? Help a little? Entertain the kiddies?" he questioned.
"If you want to, you're welcome to, but if you are just saying that to pity me get your little ass-butt out of here," I demanded.
Lucas grinned. "Would I ever pity you, Gabriella Bolton?" he asked, I think rhetorically. "You should go check on your husband, I think I'll play with my favorite Bolton kids," he said, then tickled them.
I handed Carmin over. "Thanks, big bro," I said with a kiss to his cheek. "I'll be back in a few minutes," I assured him before going into the house. For some reason, Lola wasn't crying, but I went upstairs anyways. "Oh," I mentioned when I saw my little bundle of joy with a bottle in her mouth. "That makes sense." I crawled into bed with Troy and kissed her head.
"This kid puts you on edge," Troy informed me. I laughed a little. "I mean, I love her so much, I would die for her, of course, but seriously?" he went on. "She doesn't stop crying, and just when she gets down to that whimper and you think you're doing good, she starts right back up again," he said.
I rubbed her foot while leaning into his side. "I know, but didn't you say we'll get through it this morning?" I questioned.
"Oh, we will," he assured me. "I just-I wish there was some way we knew we were doing something right with her. It may be too early for a smile, but for her just to be quiet or be content would be enough," he whispered, watching her drink. "Somehow the twins were easier," he muttered.
I scoffed. "Easier to please maybe!" I responded. "When one wasn't crying, the other was. When one needed changed the other one had to be changed first or cried bloody murder. When one was sleeping, the other wouldn't want to. It took me so long to get their sleep schedule down. I remember Tristin crying so hard I called my mom, almost crying, and she told me sometimes a baby just needs to cry," I reminded him. "I didn't understand it then, and I don't now, but I'm sure I will when Lola calls me at twenty five asking me why her daughter won't stop crying, I'll tell her the same thing."
"Wow," Troy murmured. "I can't imagine this little girl being twenty five," he said.
"Just imagine my sexy self," I teased. "We are very much alike," I whispered.
Troy shook his head. "No, she's beautiful, but she'll be wearing rain boots and a parka, won't you?" he asked her, his finger moving over her cheek. "My daughter will do nothing we did. There will be no partying, no clubbing, no drinking, and no sex," he stated.
I laughed. "Baby, keep that delusion, she'll do it all, just like Tristin and Carma," I told him.
"Brie, where are the twins?" Troy asked, suddenly worried.
"With their favorite Uncle Lucas," I answered. "He said he would play with them for a while. He's asking Allie to marry him, you know," I informed him.
Troy relaxed. "I know, he bought the ring a while ago," he replied.
"How did you know?" I wondered as he put down Lola's bottle. She was quiet as he tried to burp her.
"He told me. I think Marc wants to ask D as well," he told me.
I rolled my eyes. Why am I always the last to know? Lola's mouth produced a burp and instead of moving her into a cradle, Troy slid her down his chest and kissed her head. We both waited for her to begin wailing. "Why isn't she crying?" I whispered, putting a hand on her back with his.
"No idea," he said softly back. "She's breathing, right?" he asked.
I chuckled. "Yes," I assured him. I kissed her head and pulled away. She looked right back at me. "Hi, Lo," I greeted, trailing a finger down her cheek. Troy shifted her back up to his shoulder so she was at my height. She blinked back at me, and then yawned before beginning to cry. "That was a nice moment, huh?" I questioned before taking her from Troy's arms.
"We're not having sex for a very long time, are we?" Troy groaned, rubbing his eyes.
I shook my head. "No, we're not, so you better get that video of us out," I answered, but smiled up at him a little anyways.
"Oh, babe, I already have," he replied. "I'll go check on your brother, then be back up, okay?" he said and kissed my cheek before leaving.
I looked back down at my crying daughter and kissed her head. "Oh, Lola Grace, you have no idea how many people love you and care for you, especially me and your dad, but you won't stop crying," I sighed. "Your dad was right, just one time, stop crying, and the minute before does not count," I stated. She continued to cry. I felt horrible for her, what is so wrong?
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Two days later I yawned on my way up the steps. I shook my head to keep myself awake. Lola was in her whimpering stages, close to sleep, and since it's past five in the morning I might actually get two hours of sleep before the twins wake up. Troy was to be home any time now. He had yesterday off, but a night shift again tonight. I brought her upstairs so she wouldn't start crying when she heard the door open and close.
When I finally got her in the bassinet, I stared at her for I don't know how long. When she's sleeping, she looks happy, and I love that. I have yet to see her perfectly peaceful when she is awake, but asleep, I always get it. She does look so like me, which is weird when I stare at her. I feel like I traveled back in time and am staring at myself. I want her to be happy when she is awake, is that too much to ask for?
I squeezed my eyes shut and yawned again. I have never been so tired. I blindly made my way to the closet and change into a pair of Troy's basketball shorts and an old t-shirt of mine. When I came out of the closet, Troy was there, wiping his eyes as well, sitting on his side of the bed.
He looked right into my eyes and I practically burst into tears before going out onto the balcony. I sat down on one of the lounge chairs with my arms folded and curled into a ball. The French door closed behind me and I heard Troy's steps.
"Brie?" he questioned, sitting behind me while rubbing my back. "What happened, baby?" he asked.
I scoffed. "What happened? What didn't happen is more like it. She doesn't stop, the twins don't stop, nothing stops, especially me. I get no sleep, I get no time with my husband, I get no time to myself, and I get no time to just sit, just sit and relax. I'm always on the go. I don't remember the last time I sat in a chair and ate. I don't remember the last time I had more than a two minute shower. I don't remember the last time I slept a full eight hours, I don't remember when I slept more than three hours at a time. I don't remember the last time I had sex, hell, I don't remember the last time I didn't kiss you when it wasn't when you just got home, or were going to work, or saying goodnight. I never leave the house, and when I do, I go to the doctor's, or grocery shopping," I kept going. "And-and, I feel so selfish for feeling like this. It's not about me, I have three kids and a husband, and I shouldn't be like this. I shouldn't-" I stopped to cry again.
Troy turned me and held me in his arms. He kissed my hair and told me he loves me as I cried. "It's going to be okay, Brie," he whispered in my ear.
"That's what everyone says. My mom says it, your mom says it, my dad says it, my sister's say it, my brother's says it, our friend's say it, but it doesn't matter. It hasn't. She's almost a month old, Troy, and I know babies are work, I had two at once to deal with and my life was a lot like this, but it was never this bad," I insisted. "I, at least, had maybe an hour of them both being awake with neither of them crying. I knew I was doing something right, now I-I," I cut off.
"Gabriella, you are not a bad mother!" Troy assured me.
"Yeah, everyone says that too," I mumbled.
"Because it's the truth," he said. "I know you want me home more, I want to be home more, I would rather be here," he started to say.
I sniffled. "Is it bad that I don't?" I wondered softly. "That's where you're all wrong, I'm horrible. I have three beautiful children and an amazing husband and I'm complaining I don't want to be home," I told him.
He kissed my temple. "Gabriella you have been through so much within this past month, I do not blame you. Do you have any idea how many mother's feel exactly the way you do?" he asked.
"How do you know?" I snapped, then regretted it, but stayed quiet.
"You're worn down, Brie," he stated the obvious.
I nodded with wiping my hand across my nose. "Everyone tells you how hard it is going to be, but you don't believe them. You think it's your kid, a part of you, how can it be hard? You see friends with their kids and they are always cute and fun when you're there. You don't realize until you have kids of your own just how much it takes out of you, but at that point, you don't care because they are your kids. I want this, Troy," I told him and looked into his eyes. "I want you and the five kids but I don't know if I can do it," I confessed.
"We can do it," he corrected, leaning his forehead on mine.
"Carmin and Tristin turn two in two weeks, and then we'll be in the terrible twos," I mumbled. "That's going to be horrible, I remember Tara-"
"Tara isn't our child, she's Serena's, and she acts just like her, which is her problem not ours," Troy cut me off. "We have a little boy who acts like you, and a girl who acts like me, we can deal with it," he insisted.
I turned and leaned against him. He wrapped his arms more fully around me and tucked my head under his chin. "How do you have so much faith, Troy?" I asked softly. "You did in high school with our relationship, you were certain you would get me back after college, you're sure nothing fatal will ever happen to you, you knew nothing was wrong with me when we were trying to have Tristin an Carmin for so long, you think we can do this, how do you do it?" I wondered.
"Because of you," he answered. "Yes, I'm being cheesy," he stated, making me laugh against his chest. "I was well on my way to being a wreck when I met you in high school, Brie, but you changed everything for me. You always told me I was smart and could do anything and you would love me no matter what I did. And, for once, I'm saying back to you. You're smart, you can do anything, and I'll love you no matter how many kids we have and how hard it is for a while. We can do this, Brie," he told me.
He rubbed my back gently and soothingly. "I believe you," I whispered, then fell asleep, more tired than I ever remember.
When I woke the next morning, I knew something was wrong. The sun was shining, I was comfy, well rested, and there was no noise in the house that I could hear. I jumped up in bed to see it was almost three in the afternoon. Before I did anything, I saw a post-it in my hand. I knew it was from Troy.
Brie, take a long shower, and take as long as you want to get ready. I have things handled with the kids.
Love, Troy
P.S Don't you dare come downstairs until after you're showered and dressed, woman, I mean it!
I sighed. He knows me too well. Well, I'm not about to refuse the man. For the first time in over a month, I took a nice, long shower and enjoyed every minute of it. You don't get these small things when you have a baby, I literally cherished it. I didn't take so long getting ready. I threw on a velvety feeling purple stylish sweat suit with black cami underneath. I got the change to dry my hair well, but threw it up in a bun anyways. I need to get all the dead ends cut off soon. I didn't even think about make up, that's a laugh, and went downstairs.
My house was clean, which amazed me. I managed to keep it organized, even with Lola, but it was actually clean. I could tell the twins were outside, along with Troy, but Lola was inside. What? Why would Troy leave Lola inside sleeping?
"Hey, sis!" Belle greeted quietly with cleaning gloves on, coming up from the basement.
"Belle, you did all of this?" I asked.
She nodded. "I remember when I had the twins after Sierra; I was a wreck just like you, Gabi. Mami gave me my month to work it out, then she came over, cleaned my house, performed magical voodoo on my babies, and helped me out, I thought I would fill in," she informed me while taking off the gloves.
I hugged her so hard, but didn't care if it hurt. "Thank you so much, Belle, you have no idea," I said.
"Yes, I do, trust me, do you know how many kids I have?" she joked.
I laughed. "We Montez's sure know how to make 'em, huh?" I went along with her.
"At least the girls do," she agreed. "Come on, sit with me, we have to talk, little sister," she insisted, bringing me to the couch. "Troy told me you practically broke down last night, why didn't you ask any of us for help?" she asked. "Trust me; we all know how hard it is having so many kids. There are nine of us, Gabi," she reminded me.
I rubbed my eyes. "They're my kids, I should take care of them, with Troy, of course," I told her. "Mami didn't need help and everyone says I am so much like her-"
"Who said Mami didn't need help?" Belle interrupted.
I shrugged. "She raised all of us, didn't she? With a job, no less," I sighed.
Belle laughed. "Is that what you think? She did that once we were all off in school, Gab. When we were babies, she took an extended leave from work, Dad worked from home as much as she could, and Grandma came and helped out for months at a time periodically," she explained. "Why do you think she had us so close together? She had a lot of help, so she didn't mind touching Papi again," she said. Um, ewe. "You don't have to be on your own. I know what it is like, trust me. I'm lucky Ben can work from home sometimes too, and Serena is close, and Felix is close, and I have good friends. These kids are yours, yes, and we know they are your first priority and you want to do it on your own for the most part, but it's hard," she went on.
I nodded. "I feel selfish though. It's always about them and it should be, but some-sometimes," I began to tear up. Ugh, I hate crying.
"It's natural to want something for yourself outside of your husband and kids. That is why you are in college, remember?" she questioned.
"Oh, God, what am I going to do when school starts up again?" I blubbered, sniffling.
"By then, Lola will be easier to handle; she'll be older, you'll be fine," she told me. "Gabriella, both me and Serena have gone through the exact same thing you are," she assured me. "Its just, when it happened to us, Mami lived here, she came over every other day, helped clean, helped with the kids, gave us a night out with our husbands, and helped us adjust," she said. "And, I am going to do exactly that for you. Right now, you are going to go play with your kids and your husband, I will call you when Lola wakes up, and she is a screamer, by the way. Then, around six, I am sending you upstairs to get ready because you and your husband are going out tonight, then you will fool around a little," she ordered.
I blinked at her. "Belle, I can't ask you to-"
"You didn't ask shit, I am your older sister and what I say goes, just because we're married and older doesn't mean that rule has changed. Now, go. Go!" she ushered me over to the door. "I have more cleaning to do," she added, then closed the door behind me. She really is something, that sister of mine.
Troy and the kids were in the pool, so I knew Tristin couldn't be happier. I unzipped my hoodie as I went over to them. "Did you call her, or did she call you?" I demanded when I reached them.
My husband turned, his hair dripping wet and his chest glistening. I shook my head; this is not the time for that. Troy grinned at me, coming to the edge of the pool. "She called me, said she was coming over, so I told her everything. I think she is giving you a run for your money about who is more like your mom," he said.
I sat down on the edge of the pool. Tristin and Carmin both had arm floaters on, plus tubes around their waists, and sun block on, but were both positively wet. It's hot out, which mean they probably love it. They must have noticed me watching them, because they stopped splashing around and looked at me. "Momma!" they said together as twins often do.
Troy pulled them over by their floaters. "I hadn't planned on going in the pool today, but Tristin begged, and then got Carmin into it," he explained. "She's getting used to swimming, or floating, whatever they do is called."
I touched my babies' wet faces. "Are you having fun?" I asked of them.
"Come! Momma, come!" Carmin insisted, holding onto my finger.
"Sorry, Momma can't for a few more weeks," I apologized. "I can watch you with Dad though," I told them.
For a little while, I watched my husband play with the twins as I took in some sun and let my hair down. When they decided to get out, Troy showed us his diving board tricks, and the twins loved clapping for him. It was a nice amount of time until Belle called out to me, unable to control Lola for too much longer. I kissed them goodbye before going back into the house. Belle kept me company, not at all bothered by a screaming baby, and continued to clean the house. She even baked cookies, cupcakes, and brownies, plus made lunch and told me she would make the twins dinner. I didn't know how to tell her how thankful I was. She literally is a super mom.
Around six thirty she took Lola off of me and pushed me up the steps, telling me I had to be ready around seven thirty to go out with Troy. I quickly did something with my hair, it was curly from the bun I had it in most of the day. I tamed it a little, and actually put on make up. It's been a month since I have; it felt weird knowing I am leaving the house with no kids in tow and without a grocery list. It's just me and my hubby on an old fashioned date; I am so excited it feels like high school again.
I literally had to try on jeans to see what would fit. I've been wearing my extra stretchy jeans and sweatpants since Lola was born, or Troy's clothes. I was surprised a pair of my normal jeans fit me. I haven't really been working out much, just the treadmill to blow off some steam when I have time, which is very rare, but I have lost a lot with stress and the new baby to run around with. The jeans were a normal blue and slightly ripped in the thighs and knees. I threw on a black bra and a gray flowy top that had no sleeves. Hey, it is New Mexico in June. The top looked grainy in the appearance, but I liked it. I even added a thick brown belt to match my brown high heeled boots.
I was putting on some gold chains when Troy came up with his shirt off. "You clean up nice, Bolton," he mentioned with a smile.
I nodded. "I know, I've let myself go this month," I sighed.
"I wouldn't go that far," he said, hopping into a pair of dark blue faded jeans. He shrugged on a tight black t-shirt.
"Please, have you seen these dead ends?" I questioned, holding my hair up.
He grinned. "OMG," he replied.
I glared. "Shut it," I mumbled, running a brush through my hair again. "I can't believe how excited I am for this," I commented. "Where are we going?" I wondered.
"Where ever you wanna go, baby," Troy answered. He came up behind me in the mirror. "You've been the one cooped up in the house for a month, you pick," he said, wrapping his arms around me.
"Anywhere?" I asked, leaning back against him.
He chuckled. "Yes, anywhere," he agreed. "I've missed couple time," he whispered into my hair, and then kissed my head.
I turned in his arms and wrapped my own around his neck. "Wanna feel like a teenager again?" I questioned.
Troy thought about it for a moment. "In certain aspects, I don't want to go back to high school or deal with the relationship drama," he answered.
"I didn't mean hardcore, Troy," I said with a roll of the eyes. "I meant have dinner at The Spot, maybe swing by the park, play a little one on one Gabriella style," I corrected him.
"When you say one on one..." he trailed off.
"Period, Troy, I'm on my period," I reminded him.
He grinned. "I know, but it's not fair to play one on one your style if I get nothing of it," he argued.
"Neither of us will get anything out of it," I insisted. "Now-" I was cut off.
"Hello! Get out!" Belle yelled from downstairs.
We both laughed quietly. "She's determined, come on," I urged, grabbing my brown purse to match my belt and shoes while linking our hands together. With a kiss goodbye to the kids, not to mention my sister, Troy and I were gone.
We spent a long time eating dinner seeing as we ordered so much food. I've missed going out to restaurants, plus The Spot in general, so we went all out. We orders our favorites, new dishes we didn't recognize, and even played pool while we waited for dish after dish. It was lucky our table was right next to the pool table.
"Troy, stop," I ordered, trying to line up my shot.
"I'm not doing anything!" he repeated, laughter hidden in his voice
I huffed, positioning the cue once more, which was when I felt it again. "Troy Bolton!" I began to scold, turning on him. "If you try to distract me with your hands one more time..." I warned, holding the cue as a weapon. "We have three kids and a boy to carry on your name, we don't technically need anymore," I stated.
He grinned before pinning me against the table. I felt powerless as he easily took the pool cue from my hands and laid it on the table behind me. His hand slid from my thighs to my bum and up my sides so slowly. He laughed after a silent moment. "If you didn't have your period, babe, do you have any idea how well I could make you relax?" he questioned in my ear, his hands traveling back down.
I whined. "You have no idea how much I want it," I admitted, gripping onto the sides of his t-shirt.
"Two weeks," he whispered before dipping down to kiss my neck gently. I took in quick breath. He smiled against my skin. "I love you, Brie," he said, laughing for some reason, then picked me up and set me on the edge of the table.
I rested on my hands behind me. "For the same reasons you did in high school?" I questioned, tilting my head up at him.
"Yeah, and then some more," he answered, running his hands up and down my thighs.
"Like what?" I prompted.
He shook his head. "Aw, Brie, you aren't going to make me tap into my sensitive side and spill my guts, are you?" he asked, kissing my temple quickly.
"Please, when you're with me you're automatically tapped into your sensitive side," I scoffed. "So tell me, Bolton, for what reasons?" I demanded.
"You should already know them yourself, Bolton, and the only time I make these embarrassing speeches is when you're upset, we're fighting, or I feel you need one. Right now you're perfectly fine other than your motherly need to call your sister again and let her tell you the same thing she did before. She's getting Carmin and Tristin to sleep, Lola is crying, she's taking care of it," he insisted.
I ignored him. "Listen, Bolton, hubby, lover of mine, I'm going through a mental crisis right now," I began and he had a look on his face of 'oh, yeah, let's here this one' like it was some crazy story I am about to tell. "I just had my first child after my first child...ren, children. Anyways, I am stretched thin, worn down, starting to become horny, and am torn between wanting to kiss you and call my sister. Right now, I'm thinking to myself, all me and my husband do is take care of three amazing, beautiful children, we barely get couple time, and I know he is horny," I went on. He grinned at me. "I need you to reassure me that you still find me interesting, attractive although I have not lost all my baby weight, and a joy to be around, so start spilling your guts," I ordered.
"Alright, listen Bolton, and listen good. I always find you attractive, whether you are thirty pounds 'overweight' or in sweats with no make up and a screaming baby in your arms," he said with quotes and all. "You see, I have this feeling for you that many men ignore until it's too late, it's called love. Since I am a 'sensitive' man I immediately recognized it and knew I would be in love with you forever. This whole love thing kind of has me be different with you than other girls. For one, I find you unbelievably sexy, it's horrible, I know. When I'm at work I have these day dreams of ripping your clothes off and... well, we'll leave it open from there," he said, I laughed. "Gabriella, you know how I feel. I've been completely in love with you since I was seventeen," he continued on a more serious note. "Of course you're interesting and uh... a joy to be around, that is how you put it, right?" he asked, and I nodded. "You and the kids, you're my everything, you know it. The twins are perfect and learning so much everyday, hopefully all good things. Lola is beautiful just like you, and will be like you once we get past this newborn crying phase. I promise you," he said, looking into my eyes. "I promise you Lola is fine, I promise you our house will see silence again, okay?"
I smiled at him. "No, I promise you," I replied. "I liked the speech by the way, I give it a nine point eight," I stated.
"I'll accept it. Now, you're turn," he informed me.
"Well, I can tell you what I don't love about you. It is a much smaller list. I don't like your beard," I instantly said, and he laughed. It grew out more, but he shaved it so it doesn't look as patchy, but more like a fur against his chin. "I don't love your job, but I accept you do, so I deal with it. I don't love your friends, no, I'm just kidding'," I joked. He smiled. "I love you, too, Troy, and we are gonna have more kids until I get my mini Troy because it is so unfair I got a mini me and not a mini you," I ranted. "I mean, Tristin is close, but not really. We're gonna have a boy as cute as you, as sweet, as good at sports, and talking to the girls..." I went on.
"I don't know, I think Trist is already making some moves on Abby," Troy mentioned. I laughed. "Its okay, Chad approves," he assured me.
"Excuse me," we were interrupted. It was our waitress. "Um, people aren't allowed to be on the pool table and your dessert is here," she said, then quickly left.
I hopped off the pool table. "We always embarrass our waiters," I commented, walking to our table.
"We're just people who like some good, naughty fun right?" he questioned, making me laugh. "Aw, Brie, don't be a bad sport," he insisted almost an hour and a half later.
I sat down on the cement, refusing to move, and frowned. "You're supposed to let me win!" I exclaimed.
"Says who?" he asked, sitting down in front of me. "It was not in the marriage vows. Do you, Troy Alexander Bolton, promise to love, honor, and protect Gabriella Carmen Montez, and let's not forget win basketball games," he teased me.
"Shut up," I huffed with my arms crossed. "I used to win!" I whined.
He laughed. "That's because you played Gabriella style. This time we chose to play real because we can't have adult fun afterwards. And, when we play for real do not think you are better than me. You can spell and teach annoying high school students English, while I can put out fires and play basketball. It's how this marriage goes," he told me.
I laughed too. "You're so... you," I sighed.
"Thank you," he replied. "Now, do you want to get better at basketball?" he asked seriously.
I shrugged. "Sure," I answered. Troy put the ball in between us, and then put my hands on the crescent of the ball with him. "What are we doing?" I whispered, wanting to laugh.
"Sh. Feel the ball, Brie," he ordered, but I didn't move. I wasn't already touching it, that's enough. "If you won't take this seriously...!" he threatened, and I was already laughing. "The nerve of some girls..." he trailed off.
"I'm sorry," I apologized. "You were just being so serious," I went on to laugh some more.
"I am being serious!" he assured me. "This is called fundamentals," he stated.
"You're mental," I replied with a smile. "Babe, we both know I will never be truly good at basketball. I just try for you. You know what you should do for me?" I questioned.
He shook his head. "I'm not shaving," he already told me. I frowned. "People," he said a moment later, gesturing behind me.
I turned to see a high school couple coming towards us, who hadn't noticed us yet. They were laughing and holding hands. He was a jock, I could tell, and she didn't seem like a cheerleader. "I remember doing this at their age," I commented wistfully.
"We're gonna keep doing it until we're our grandparents age," Troy informed me, standing up and held a hand out for me. I stood with him. "We're teenagers at heart, still in love, you know it," he said, linking my hand with his.
I held onto his arm with my other hand as we walked back to the car. "I'm glad I have you, you know," I mentioned out of no where. He opened the door for me. "It's an amazing feeling, being in love. I wouldn't have it without you, and as you get older, you appreciate it more because of the kids, and the work, and the responsibilities," I rambled. "This morning I felt so overworked and worn down and sad, but now I'm realizing more than ever we'll get through and everything will be a-okay."
He leaned down to kiss me. "Of course they will," he agreed.
"Okay, say something cheesy now, like, of course they will, we're together," I prompted.
"Get in the car, Brie," he ordered.
I laughed. "You were about to say that, weren't you," I said.
"Now, Brie, get in the car now or you're staying here," he threatened.
I got into the car, still laughing, knowing when I get home Lola will cry, but Troy's right, we'll be fine.
Okay, I like this chapter. :)
I ignored my other stories just to finish this because I felt you all deserved it! Review for my efforts!
I AM working on Meant To Live: RV, I just have this pain in the ass called senior project I have to pass in order to graduate. Plus, All That I Am Living For. That is a work on progress as well. Expect updates this week/weekend!
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- Kayleigh