Greetings! Sorry that it has taken me forever to get this chapter out but these past two weeks have been insane for me. I've decided to make the 2nd month into two chapters. It was getting way too long for one chapter. Plus I wanted to give you guys a little something since the response to this fic has been uber amazing. Please keep the reviews coming, you keep a permanent smile on my face! Hopefully I'll get this second part up by Monday or Tuesday at the latest. Thanks for reading and (again) please review!

2nd Month (Part 1)

"Troy, lets go!" Sharpay screamed from the family room. "I'm going to be late!"

"I'm so sorry," Troy ran into the family room from across the hall in the office. "Call from the hospital."

"Do you have to go in?"

"No just a little over the phone consultation. You ready to go?"

Sharpay rolled her eyes, "Of course I'm ready to go." She placed her book down on the coffee table, grabbed her purse and stood up, ready to leave.

"What book is that?"

"What to Expect When You're Expecting."

Troy couldn't help but smile, "When did you get that?"

"Taylor bought it for me on Friday, apparently I'll just die without it," Sharpay laughed as they began to walk to the back door. "There's one for men too, you should get it."

Troy chuckled, "I don't think I'll need it."

"Did you know that the baby is like the size of a cherry right now? And it grows a millimeter every day?" Sharpay asked her husband as they walked into the garage.

"I did not know that," Troy replied, smiling at Sharpay's enthusiasm for their baby. In the couple of weeks that had passed since they found out they were expecting, Sharpay had come a long way.

"Well you need to read up on this stuff too! I'm not raising this kid alone."

"I will, you know I want to be just as involved in this pregnancy as you are. If I could, I'd even endure the morning sickness."

"That's such a load of crap," Sharpay rolled her eyes as Troy opened the passenger side door for her.

"Pay, it's the truth."

"Well if that's the case, we should get you one of those pregnancy bellies and that way we can grow together."

"Um…" Troy stammered as he got in the car.

"Yuh huh that's what I thought," Sharpay laughed. "I hope you know that you'll be rubbing my swollen feet and bringing me whatever I crave in the next few months."

"I can't wait honey," Troy leaned over and gave his wife a sweet kiss before starting up his sleek black BMW. "How are you feeling this morning?"

"Alright, I was only slightly nauseous after those pancakes. I just hope that I can make it through this lunch. I'm not so much worried about my own food, I think I've pinpointed what I can and can't eat today. It's just everyone else around me, different smells really make me sick."

"Maybe you can do some private dining, so you're not torturing yourself."

"Ryan might get suspicious though and I'm not ready to tell him that I'm pregnant."

"You're a great actress, put your skills to use and make something up."

It didn't take very long for Troy and Sharpay to arrive at Lava Springs. Sharpay was going to have lunch with Ryan while Troy golfed with their fathers and Chad. Like the gentleman he was, Troy helped his wife out of the car. Once Sharpay was out of the car, Troy grabbed his new golf clubs from the trunk. The valet greeted them before going off to park their car. Once inside the exclusive club, Mr. Fulton, looking older and more frazzled than ever made his way to the young couple.

"Ah, Mr. and Mrs. Bolton, lovely to see you again," Mr. Fulton smiled brightly.

"Fulton," Troy and Sharpay said simultaneously, each fighting back laughter. Troy got such a kick out of having so much power over the older man. He vividly remembered the summer working at the club that Fulton made his life a living hell.

"Mrs. Bolton, your brother is waiting for you on the terrace," Mr. Fulton stated as politely as possible.

"Thank you, Fulton, that's all," Sharpay waved him off.

"You're so kind," Troy chuckled.

"I try," Sharpay smirked as she wrapped her arms around Troy's waist.

"Are you sure you don't mind waiting for a few hours? Because I don't have to play."

"I don't mind at all, I told Ryan I'd sit in during one of his yoga classes. Plus I can always give Fulton a little hell. Besides you've been looking forward to this for so long. I know you've barely played this summer and here it is October. So I want you to enjoy yourself and bond with the big boys."

"Gee thanks honey," Troy bent down and kissed his wife gently. "Call me if you need anything, especially if you get sick."
"Troy, I'll be fine I promise," Sharpay reassured him. "I'll see you later, I'm going to meet Ryan, I'm actually pretty starving right now."

"Be careful Pay."

"Uh huh," Sharpay rolled her eyes as she walked off, nothing was going to happen to her on the little walk to the terrace.

"Hey Shar!" Ryan stood up at the sight of his sister. "You look nice."

"I always look nice," Sharpay giggled as she kissed her twin on the cheek before taking a seat. She quickly reached for the menu and began scanning her lunch options. "I am so hungry, I could eat a horse."

"Please don't," Ryan laughed as he sat down himself and sipped his water with fresh lemon.

The waiter appeared a moment later, "Mrs. Bolton, lovely to see you again."

"You too Frances," Sharpay smiled over her menu, he was a staff member that Sharpay actually cared for.

"Would you care for some water Mrs. Bolton?" Frances asked politely.

"I would love some thank you," Sharpay responded.

The older gentleman nodded and poured the fresh water into Sharpay's glass. "Are you ready to order or would you like a few minutes?"

"A few minutes please," Ryan dismissed him and Frances walked off.

"You're so rude," Sharpay put her menu down.

"Am not, he just doesn't need to stand around and watch us talk. Hmm, I don't know what I want."

"Well look at your menu, I am starving."

"Yeah we already established that."

"I didn't have breakfast," Sharpay lied.

"Shar, breakfast is the most important meal of the day. You really shouldn't skip it."

Sharpay rolled her eyes, "Thanks Mom, I didn't know that."

"I'm just saying…"

"Please look at your damn menu so we can order lunch."

"Fine, fine, don't get all snippy. Is it that time of the month or something?"

"It is definitely not that time of the month," and it won't be for a while, Sharpay thought to herself.

Ryan picked up his menu and searched over his options, it was taking him forever and Sharpay was becoming more and more annoyed. Ryan should have made a decision by now especially considering he worked here almost everyday during the summer and every weekend during the rest of the year, sans holidays. Plus he had been coming to this club for almost twenty five years. Adding the fact that menu didn't change very often, Ryan should know everything on the menu.

"Ryan Emmanuel Evans just eat a damn cheeseburger!"

"Hey!" Ryan hissed. "Don't you dare middle name me in public!"

"There's like no one out here Ryan Emmanuel!"

"There are two couples over there," Ryan pointed out.

"Oh please they can't hear us."

Ryan ignored her and went back, "Hmmm, what do I want….what do I want?"

"If you're trying to torture me, its working."

"Good."

Troy was browsing in the club's pro-shop when he caught sight of Chad outside.

"Hey man," Troy greeted his old friend as he walked outside.

"Hey," Chad replied before putting on his new aviators. "What do you think?"

"Those glasses are huge, you look like an idiot."

"Uh huh, they're very stylish, the saleslady told me so."

"You got gypped, she just wanted to make a sale."

"Whatever," Chad knew he looked good, he didn't need a confirmation from his style lacking friend. "Where's your dad and Vance? I want to play now! This is like the first time in forever that Taylor's let me out of the house."

Troy chuckled at his friend, "You are so whipped."

Chad scoffed, "Like you aren't."

"Sharpay may think she runs the show but I wear the pants."

"What'd you do, hit your head this morning?" Chad questioned. "Because you seem to be having a brain malfunction. I bet your wife would love to hear you say that."

Troy coughed slightly, "Please don't tell her."

"That's what I thought man. Just you wait until your kid arrives too, she won't ever let you leave. A trip to Home Depot will feel like a luxury vacation."

"Don't mention the baby, we still haven't told our families yet. And if our dads find out before our moms, all hell will break loose."

"Got it, no baby talk. Your secret is safe with me," Chad brought his finger to his mouth and raced it across, efficiently zipping his lips shut.

"Thanks."

"Seriously, where are they? I'm ready to hit some balls!"

"Here we are!" Vance Evans appeared in one of his many trademark polos, complete with a tiny E on the left side of his chest.

"Sorry we're late," Jack came up behind him. "We were at the spa."

"I'm sorry what? You went to the spa?" Troy was shocked.

Jack shrugged, "Vance thought I needed a massage and then we hit up the sauna after. It did wonders, my back feels great."

"Dad, I've been telling you to get a massage for the last year," Troy glared at his father.

"I've been busy. Now, who's ready to hit the greens?" Jack rubbed his hands together in excitement.

A little while later, Ryan and Sharpay were finished with their lunch and waiting for the aerobics class to finish up. They were sitting in the hallway in between the main exercise room and the child care center.

"Jesus, could those kids be any louder?" Ryan pointed to the huge window that gave a peak at the happenings in the child care center.

"They're just playing a game," Sharpay smiled as the little kids played Simon Says.

"They're giving me a migraine," Ryan droned.

"Oh come on, they're so cute," Sharpay gushed as a little boy waved at them before joining back in on the game. "Aww did you see that?"

"Oh god, I hope he doesn't think we're his parents."

Sharpay rolled her eyes, "Of course he doesn't think we're his parents, what's the matter with you?"

"What's the matter with me? They're what's the matter with me, snot nosed brats who can't shut up!"

"Ryan! Shh," Sharpay scolded her brother. "You're a teacher, how can you talk about kids like that?"

"I'm the drama teacher for a bunch of hormonal teenagers, not little crying brats."

"I hate to see what you'd be like as a father."

"Me too that's why I'm not having any children!"

"Well at least you're sparing some innocent child harm from having a maniac as a father."

"Oh please, like you'd be any better," Ryan laughed.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Sharpay turned to look at him, an angry expression on her face.

"Shar, get real, you'd be a horrible mother!"

"Excuse me?"

"Seriously, you wouldn't be able to last with a screaming baby attached to your hip. Let's face it, you're way more selfish than I am, you'll pass that kid onto a nanny as soon as you pop it out. Your only goal will be trying to get your figure back. If the kids cute you'll at least show it off in public but have the nanny by your side. You don't know the first clue about raising kids. As soon as it hits school age, it's off to Swiss boarding school or some shit like that. Like I said you're way more selfish than I am, there's no room in your life for a kid. You know that, I know that."

"Is that how you really feel?" Sharpay asked, the tears threatening to spill at any moment.

"Yup," Ryan laughed again, not noticing the pained expression on his twin's face. "So please do us all a favor and tell Troy to wrap it up all the time! Oh good, aerobics is over," Ryan noticed all of the middle age women exiting from the exercise room. "Yoga time!"

"You know what Ryan, I'm going to take a rain check. I'm not feeling so well."

Ryan stood up, "Oh that sucks, I wanted to show you my twist on down dog."

"Next time k," Sharpay slowly stood up herself and quickly turned away from her brother hastily making an exit.

"Yeah ok, bye!" Ryan called after her. "Try not to throw up in the middle of the club!"

After their golf game, Chad wanted to grab a bite to eat but Troy wanted to check with Sharpay first. He didn't want to make her wait any longer if she didn't want too even though he was pretty hungry himself. Troy and Chad took a seat outside of the exercise room waiting for Ryan's yoga class to let out.

"Why hello," Chad smirked as the doors swung open and a beautiful young woman came out wearing an extremely tight sports bra and little short shorts, blotting her face with a towel.

"Calm down killer," Troy chuckled. "Remember Taylor."

"Um who?" Chad bit down on his finger as the woman walked by, giving him an excellent view of her tight end.

"Your wife!" Troy snapped his fingers in front of his friend's face. "Besides she's not even that cute, not enough to cheat on and get your ass murdered."

"A guy can look can't he?"

"A normal guy yes, you, no. Your wife even scares me."

"Your wife scares me too," Ryan added as he walked up to his two friends.

"Well she doesn't scare me," Chad puffed out his chest and looked to his friends.

"Oh please," Troy began to laugh and Ryan joined in. "That's the biggest load of bullshit I've ever heard. Chad, you can barely take a piss without Taylor knowing where you are."

"Pssh," Chad ignored his friend.

Troy rolled his eyes at his friend's juvenile behavior, "Speaking of wives, where is mine?"

"Oh she went home," Ryan explained. "She got sick after lunch."

"Oh no, she did?"

"Yeah, I thought she was going to puke all over the place. She left before my first class," Ryan replied.

"Shit! Can one of you guys give me a ride home? We came in the same car." Troy glanced at his friends.

"I would if I could but I can't, I've got my last yoga class. If you want to wait…"

Chad cut Ryan off, "Lets go but I'm going to Burger King on the way, I'm so hungry."

"Alright see you later Ry," Troy and Chad got up ready to leave.

"Bye guys," Ryan waved them off.

After stopping at Burger King so Chad could get a double whopper meal (Troy opted to wait till he got home to eat), Chad pulled into the Bolton's driveway twenty minutes after leaving Lava Springs. He parked right next Troy's BMW which Sharpay had driven home and not pulled into the garage.

"Thanks man, I'll see you later," Troy hurried out of the car and grabbed his golf clubs from the trunk of Chad's SUV. He waved to his friend after unlocking his front door, he quickly entered the quiet house and dropped his clubs by the front closet and his keys on the table adjacent to the front door. "Sharpay?" Troy called out as he walked down the hallway and into the family room. No such luck, she wasn't there or in the kitchen. He checked the downstairs office before heading upstairs. Troy entered the master bedroom that he shared with his wife where Sharpay was currently lying in a fetal position, silently crying. "Pay!" He rushed to her side. "Are you aright? What's wrong? Is it the baby?" The questions flew out of his mouth so quickly, he didn't even give her a chance to answer. "Honey, if it's the baby, I need to get you to a doctor or something."

Sharpay sat up quickly as the anger in her rose, "The baby! Is that all you ever think about? What about me?"

Troy was immediately taken aback by her harsh tone, he just knew her hormones were raging. "Honey, I asked about you first. I asked if you were alright."

"But you don't really care, you care about this damn baby!"

"Sharpay, I care about you more than anyone else in this world," he sat next to her wrapping an arm around shoulder. "You're my wife and I love you."

Sharpay quickly pulled away from his touch. "I'm just an incubator for your precious offspring!"

"Sharpay, you know that is not true. What is wrong with you today?"

"This damn baby is what's wrong with me! A baby I don't even want! This damn kid isn't even here yet and already it's ruining my life!" Sharpay cried violently.

Troy wasn't quite sure how to react so once again he pulled her into his arms. "Pay, where is all of this coming from? I thought you were happy about this baby. Did something bad happen today?"

"No, nothing bad happened today! This is just the way I've felt, I don't want this baby at all!"

As much as Troy loved his wife, he was starting to get a little sick of this. It was always one step forwards and two steps backwards with them. "Well we're having a baby Pay, there's nothing we can do to change it now."

"We don't have to keep it," Sharpay said quietly.

"What?" Troy was angry now. "And what do you suppose we do with it?"

"There are clinics Troy, people do it all the time. I'm sure I could even get my gynecologist to do it."

"No! We're not some stupid teenagers who made a mistake one night in their parents' car. We're adults Sharpay!"

"Older women do it too!"

"You're not one of them!"

"It's my body, my choice."

"Oh don't pull that shit on me! You can't be serious!" Troy was furious and had no problem letting it show. He let go of her quickly, like her body was poisonous. "This is our baby we're talking about!"

"I can't have a baby!"

"I can't believe you're even thinking about this. This is not you!"

"That's just it Troy, this is me. I'm not cut out to be a mother. Our lives would be so much simpler without a child. Imagine how much we could do without being strapped down with a crying baby."

"Do you even hear yourself? You're talking about killing our baby! Our baby! A baby that was made out of love, our love!"

"It's my decision," Sharpay stood her ground as she glared at her husband.

"If you terminate this pregnancy, I…we, our marriage, won't survive this," a single tear fell down Troy's cheek as he managed to speak.

"Maybe that's a chance that I'm willing to take."

Troy didn't say one more word, instead he ran out of the room, afraid of what he would say. They'd had many fights before but never one so vile. Troy was boiling over with so much anger that he actually wanted to hurt his wife. He wanted to shake some damn sense into her. Troy rushed down the stairs and grabbed his keys. He hopped into his BMW and hightailed it out of his driveway. He had no idea where he was going, but he just knew he had to get away.

"Mike, another Corona," Troy raised his hand slightly at the bartender, Mike, at his and Chad's favorite bar.

"Sure thing Troy," Mike nodded to him before grabbing a glass bottle, he slid it onto the bar before taking Troy's empty one.

"Thanks," Troy replied before gulping half of it down.

Ryan Evans was just about to leave the dump of a bar he was in (his date had horrible taste) when he spotted someone very familiar.

"Ry Ry baby, your place or mine?" a busty bottle dyed blonde rubbed up against him.

"Not tonight Skye," Ryan caressed her face.

"But Ry your promised me," Skye frowned as she talked in a little baby voice.

"Sorry baby but I've got to talk to my brother in law," Ryan pointed behind them where Troy was guzzling down the rest of his beer, looking rather somber.

"Oh he's cute!"

"He's taken, he's married to my sister. Hands off!"

"I only have eyes for you Ry, call me K?" Skye leaned up and kissed Ryan, her tongue pushed open his mouth instantly. "Mmm yum. Bye baby!"

"Bye," Ryan waved and sighed, this better be worth it. He was missing out on a very hot night with his very favorite flight attendant. "This seat taken?"

Troy glanced up, surprised to see his dear friend and brother in law pulling up a stool. "Go ahead."

"Thanks."

"What are you doing here?" Troy knew this was definitely not a favorite spot of any member of the Evans family.

"Date. You?"

"Drowning my sorrows."

"I can see that. How many beers have you had?"

"Six or is it seven?" Troy began to count on his hand.

"Does my sister know that you're here?"

Troy scoffed, "Like she would even care!"

"Oh, you two have had a lover's quarrel?" Ryan questioned.

"You could call it that, your sister's a real bitc…"

"Hey!" Ryan interrupted him, not liking where this was going. "Look Troy, you're one of my best friends but I'll kill you if you finish that word."

"Sorry," Troy sighed, he was still pretty cognizant. More than anything he was just upset, only a tad bit tipsy.

"I told you on your wedding day that if you ever hurt my sister I would kick your ass, so are we going to have to take this outside?" Ryan was dead serious.

"I didn't hurt her, she hurt me."

"Ok that's not a surprise," Ryan chuckled as Troy shot a venomous glare his way. "Sorry. So what happened?"

"We had a fight."

"I gathered as much, want to tell me what it was about?"

"I can't."

"Troy, I'm trying to help but I can't if you don't tell me what happened."

Troy groaned loudly, he really did need to talk about this with someone. He had called Chad, since him and Taylor were the only two people who knew about this baby, but the babysitter answered and told him that Chad and Taylor went out to dinner with Taylor's parents. Maybe he could tell Ryan part of it, without divulging the fact that Sharpay was pregnant. "We had a fight about having children."

"Oh, is that all?"

"Ryan, it's a really big deal."

"Yeah no shit, kids are a really big deal. You're stuck with them for life, you've got to be ready for something like that."

"Trust me, we're ready or at least one of us is."

"Yeah Sharpay and I have already discussed this, there's no way she's ready to have a baby."

"Wait! What?"

"Now's not the right time, Shar's still going through a selfish phase. It's been about twenty years now so maybe it'll be over soon."

"Ryan that's not funny."

"Sorry but come on it's the truth."

"Did you tell her that?" Troy questioned, now things were finally beginning to make sense to him.

"Not in those words but yeah. I know my sister better than anyone and…"

"Did you talk today?"

"Yeah before yoga but as I was saying as a twin, I know her better than…"

"Shit!" Troy yelled causing the many patrons of the bar to look his way.

"He's fine, just had a fight with the wife," Ryan called out to the other drinkers who nodded in understanding.

"Thanks a lot Ryan!"

"Hey I just saved you from a whole bar thinking you're a damn psycho!"

"No because of you my marriage is falling apart!" Troy glared at Ryan.

"What'd I do?"

"You told Pay that she's too selfish to be a mother! Do you have any idea what you've done?"

"Look Troy, I'm sorry but I was just being honest with her. I'm always honest with her, she's my sister and yes you're her husband but I th…"

"Ryan!" Troy cut him off. "She's pregnant!"

Sorry this ended on a rather odd note but it was really hard to pick a spot without making the chapter too long or too short. Part 2 coming up next, will our favorite couple find a little happiness (finally)?