Author's Note: Okay, long time no update lol. Sorry! I've been busy, as school starts again on Wednesday. Grr.
Disclaimer: Still own nothing..
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Sharpay Evans-Baylor sat at her desk in her house's office, sketch book open, pencil in hand. She was trying to design a new dress, as only a few months ago Gabriella had asked her to design her fairytale wedding dress. Sharpay was ecstatic to oblige; she had designed her own wedding dress after all.
That's right. 18 months and 6 days ago, Sharpay married her childhood sweetheart, Zeke Baylor, in a ceremony held at Lava Springs; the facility owned by Sharpay's parents herself. It wasn't your usual wedding, the bride designing the dresses, and the groom providing the catering. But it was all what Sharpay could ever have dreamed of.
The wedding went without a hitch, and Mr and Mrs Baylor entered marital bliss with a honeymoon in Hawaii. It was then there, lying side by side near the hotel pool, Sharpay blurted out she was ready for children.
Zeke, taken aback at first, but soon agreed. But now, almost 17 months on, nothing had happened. Sharpay was at her wits end. Visits to the fertility clinic proved the couple could have children. It just seemed the kid didn't want to come. Yet.
Sharpay threw down her pencil. She had no creative flow at the moment. Rubbing her temples, and feeling the start of a headache, she walked down the hallway to the kitchen, turning the coffee filter on. The house phone rang, and she groaned. Zeke was at their co-owned bakery, where he worked, and wouldn't be coming back until late. Why couldn't people leave her alone?
"Hello?" She greeted grumpily.
"Nice, Shar. Way to greet your best friend,"
Sharpay rolled her eyes. "Yes, Montez. Now, what do you want?"
Gabriella giggled from the other line. "Oh, shush. Anyway," Her voice soon switched to a serious tone, "We have a problem,"
"Oooh, interesting. What is it?" Sharpay's mood switched happily in an instant. Truth be told, she loved gossip.
She heard Gabriella take a deep breath. "Taylor came back,"
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Taylor carried a recently dressed JJ into the living room. Denise had swapped with a work colleague the day before; swapping her evening shift for the early one, meaning Denise had to be in work at 6 am. This left the whole house to Taylor and JJ until 12.30, when Denise would be coming back.
After hearing JJ's frustrated cries coming from the guest room, Taylor walked in and picked her up. In the last hour, she had bathed JJ and dressed her in a floral summerdress, one that Kendra Danforth had sent in the post, and brushed her unruly curls into two pigtails, framing her face.
"Are you hungry, Jordynn?" Taylor asked, setting the toddler down on the floor. JJ looked upwards at her mom and smiled, nodding her tiny head violently. Taylor laughed, and pulled out the toddler's high-chair and erected it in the centre of the living room, directly in front of the TV. Switching the channel to playhouse Disney, she placed JJ in the chair, with thankfully no obligations from the kid herself. Picking up a bib, she placed it around her daughter's neck, knowing that half of the food will end up down her front instead of in her mouth.
Walking into the kitchen, she opened the cupboard, pulling out a box of rusks. Grabbing four of them, she poured some milk into JJ's baby cup, and walked back into the living room. She placed them in front of JJ, noticing how JJ completely ignored her, opting instead to stare and laugh as Donald Duck quacked on the screen. Taylor smiled, walking back into the kitchen to brew herself some coffee.
Finally, she was feeling a sense of home.
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Gabriella hung up her cell and placed it back down on the coffee table. Looking up, she noticed her fiancé standing in the doorway to the kitchen, both eyebrows raised.
"What, Troy?" Gabriella said, unable to stop the smile gracing her face.
"I see you told Sharpay then," He replied.
"Mhmm," Gabriella said, getting up and kissing Troy, "She's pissed,"
"At who?"
"Both of them. Taylor for not keeping in touch, and Chad 'cos he's going round there now,"
"He does have a point to go though," Troy started, "He wants to know who the dad is,"
Gabriella looked away guiltily. Troy's eyes widened.
"You're hiding something from me," He whispered.
Gabriella looked up, shocked. "Wh-What?"
Troy shook his head. "I've known you for 6 years now Gabi. You're hiding something from me,"
"Troy, I'm not, i swear -- ,"
Troy gasped. "You know who the dad is, don't you?"
Gabriella looked away pointedly.
"Gabriella, tell me. Please,"
Gabriella shook her head. "No. Ask Taylor,"
Troy scoffed. "Forgive me for thinking trust was our number one priority in this relationship,"
Gabriella's eyes flashed with anger as they met Troy's electric blue ones. "Do you not trust me, Troy?"
"You know that's not it!"
"Then what is it then?!" Gabriella screamed. She was now red in anger.
Troy sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Is Jordynn Chad's kid?!"
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Chad fiddled with the collar of his plain white t-shirt as he sat in his car. Parked across from his sister's house, he contemplated going in. But, if he did, what was he going to say? Taylor hated him after yesterday. Should he just ask who was the dad? No, that was too blunt. It was like saying, so who did you cheat on me with?
Chad sighed. It was probably best to drop it into the conversation. That is, if they could talk without it turning into a screaming match.
He grabbed the handle of the car door, before feeling his cell vibrate in his pocket, and hearing Chris Brown's Take you down fill the car.
Let me take you down
I really wanna take you down and show you what
I'm about cos when I take you down
Your body body oh
Your body body up and down
So don't stop girl get it
He took it out of his pocket, seeing 'Shar' light up the caller ID. Rolling his eyes, he pressed the green button, placing the phone to his ear. "Yes, Sharpay?"
"CHADWICK MICHEAL DANFORTH!" The blondes voice screeched down the phone, "YOU BEST NOT BE DOING WHAT I THINK YOU'RE DOING?"
Chad sighed. "And that would be?"
He heard Sharpay's exasperated sigh. "Going round to your ex-girlfriends house and demanding things!"
"And what would i be demanding, Shar?"
"The father of her damn child!" She replied dramatically. Ah yes, Sharpay Evans-Baylor, ever the drama queen.
"I see Gabriella 'big mouth' Montez spoke to you..."
"Chad, does it matter?" She softened her voice, "Just, don't go in,"
"Why?"
"You had a screaming match with her yesterday, i think you should give her time,"
"She's had three years," Chad replied bitterly.
Sharpay groaned in frustration. "Fine, Chad. Do whatever you want,"
Without waiting for his reply, Chad heard the dial tone, signalling Sharpay had hung up on him. Shaking his head, he walked out of his car and towards his sister's rather large house. He hadn't been here in weeks.
Building up his courage, he rang the doorbell. Waiting for Denise to answer, he heard a small shriek, and smiled as he thought of the toddler at the airport terminal. When the door opened, the smile was instantly wiped off his face.
"Hi, Taylor," He smiled slightly.
Taylor stared at him for a moment, before trying to slam the door in his face. Chad was quick though; he shoved his foot at the bottom before she had chance to slam it fully.
"What do you want, Chad?" She spat.
"To talk," He sighed. "Please?"
She closed her eyes briefly and then nodded. Chad smiled, and walked past Taylor, heading to the front room. Once there, he noticed the toddler sitting in a high-chair, clapping her caramel coloured stubby hands in time to the Dora the explorer theme. He smiled. She was incredibly cute, and...Familiar?
"Gorgeous, isn't she?"
Taylor's voice shook him out of his thoughts and he turned to face her, nodding like a fool. Taylor smiled at him. "Her name's Jordynn-Jazmine, or JJ,"
Chad laughed. "Nice name," He looked up at Taylor. "Tay, I'm sorry for, y'know, screaming at you. I was just...Confused?" He finished weakly.
Taylor nodded. "I understand. I probably shouldn't have come round. It was a bit stupid of me," Inside, she was reeling. Chad called me Tay. I haven't heard that in 3 long years.
"Yeah, kinda," They both laughed. "But, we can...Chat...Now?"
Taylor smiled. "If you want," She gestured towards the sofa, "Sit down. Do you wanna drink?"
Chad obliged, sitting on the worn leather settee. "Is my sister still obsessed with Sprites? I'll have one of them,"
Taylor laughed from the kitchen, grabbing two of the lemonades from the fridge. She brought them through, handing one to Chad, and taking her place on the armchair with hers. "Soo," She started, unsnapping the ring pull of her can. Chad smirked. It was unlike Taylor McKessie to feel awkward.
"Yeah, so,"
Taylor shot him a dirty look. "Shut up, Chad. Stop taking the piss,"
Chad laughed. "What?! Damn, Tay, you're paranoid,"
Taylor's eyes widened, fake shock etched across her face, and she was about to reply, when there was a crash, and JJ started to scream. They both looked around, and saw JJ, red in the face, and bawling, and her baby cup on the floor. Thankfully, the lid had stayed on. Taylor sighed, mouthing a quick 'Sorry' to Chad, and walked over to the toddler, picking up the cup, and placing it back in front of her. However, JJ continued to screech.
Taylor sighed, and picked her up, resting her on her left hip, rocking her slightly. Chad could hear her whispering soothing things to her, and couldn't help smiling. Who would have thought Taylor McKessie would be a proper mom at 21? And good at it too?
He could hear the sobs reside into sniffles, and looked up again, to see Taylor plant a loving kiss on the young girl's forehead. "All done now?" The little girl rubbed her eyes and nodded. Taylor set her down on the floor, and walked back to the armchair. JJ seemed to notice Chad was in the room, and she ran over to him, bumping into his legs. "Uh-Oh," She giggled. Chad smiled.
"JJ!" Taylor said, exasperated, "Sorry, Chad," Chad nodded, shooting her his famous smile. He looked back at the young girl attached to his legs, and couldn't help feeling the sense of familiarity again.
"Tay?" He started. She looked up. "No offence, but who's her father?"
Taylor swallowed. "Someone not important,"
Chad nodded. Wow. "Oh, okay,"
"I wish he knew, though," She continued.
"He doesn't know?" Chad replied, incredulously.
Taylor shook her head sadly. "I never got a chance to tell him. But, she keeps asking about her daddy,"
"Are you gonna tell her?"
"In time, yes," Taylor sighed, "The dad will know soon enough anyway,"
Chad looked down at Jordynn again. She was gorgeous. A splitting image of Taylor; her eyes, her smile. The nose was cuter, a bit smaller, but her hair was a picture. It was long and glossy, the deep brown colour high-lighting her light skin. It was also crazily curly, the ringlets small and close together, a bit like...His?! No, it couldn't be.
"Chad, you okay there?"
He looked up. Taylor was staring at him, her look a mixture between confusion and concern. Chad shook his head.
"Taylor, who's her dad?"
Taylor sighed, running a hand through her hair. "Why do you care so much Chad?"
"I need to know, Taylor,"
"But why?!"
Then, Chad snapped. "I need to know Taylor, is Jordynn my kid?!"
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Author's note: Ohhh... Does Chad finally realise? I think Troy does too... But, what will Gabriella and Taylor tell them both? Review to find out :)
Emily x